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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel walked in silence for the time being while he listened to the Macen, keeping his gaze ahead on the trail as if watching out for something with split attention. When Aize mentioned working to create the perfect creature, he asks in his normally low monotone voice:*\n\n\"How's that been working out so far?\"*The tone could have easily been mistaken for mild sarcasm or perhaps even general curiosity as the Pig Elf continued.*\"It seems you already found a way to become impervious to sudden bolts flying at you.\"\n\n*There was definitely a hint of humor, but it waved off once the Macen asked Terrel to tell him about himself. The Elf have a shrug then began to speak casually.*\n\n\"There's not much to know. Sometimes I travel for jobs or sometimes I go out seeking a challenge, but I'm no different from any other Mercenary, well maybe besides the pig part, but who wouldn't want to hire a pig to carry out their work for them.\"*He said with a snort before continuing.*\"The job doesn't matter, so much as the reward at the end anyways.\""
},
{
"author": "Stephen Aize",
"message": "\"Well you see i may have durable skin and bones but thats it, they are just durable not unbreakable with enough force anyone could puncture anything including me. So for now i dont have everything i need to become the perfect creature durability wise, but maybe some day.\" \n\n*He didnt seem to take his question as sarcastic he seems to take everything the pif elf says as genuine questions or statements, which could be very nice to talk to since he is honest.*\n\n\"Well that doesnt exactly help me but i would expect many people would hire you for being a pig since its unique, and you seem very capable of completing your jobs. Also i believe you should care about the job and the reward equally, if you just care about the destination but not the journey then you're missing out on so much interesting and fun times in your life. But thats just how i feel if you dont think this way thats fine i suppose\"\n\n*He watches the pig elf man and the horse as they walk, he seems to be studying them their reactions how they move and every little detail. He occasionally looks behind them as they walk but its more like a reflex then something he cares about.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel gave a shrug at his statement. It didn't surprise him that the words didn't help much. After all, he did warn the Macen that he wouldn't learn anymore than what he could already see. After the Macen had finished speaking, Terrel eventually continued.*\"I don't mind some of the jobs too much... After all you never what task you're going to be given.\" *He said, holding out his arm. The Furrow on his shoulder looked up, slowly crawling along the new extension for it to walk on before eventually reaching the pig's gloved hand and finding itself at a new edge.*\"But sometimes that's just what they are, jobs.\"\n\n*Terrel closed his hand carefully around the Furrow before drawing back closer to him to lightly pet it with his finger along its small back.*\"Can't complain though, reward or not it's still more experience than what I'd get back at home.\"*He stated before looking back at the Macen as he caught sight of him staring at him and his horse.*\"It's the reason why most decide to travel anyways.\""
},
{
"author": "Stephen Aize",
"message": "\"Well i suppose if experience is what you're seeking i could give you some, combat building cooking alchemy and medicine. That is if you wanted to learn, it would be my pleasure to help spread knowledge to someone who wishes to learn. After all if we dont share our knowledge then it will die with us and that would be a waste of a life.\"\n\n*As he said this he pulled a branch from a tree that they were walking past and began to pull tiny leafs off of it and stripping the bark from it.*\n\n\"Even if you dont wanna learn all of that you appear to be a man who wishes to become strong in the profession of combat, and while i do not wish to participate in the death of others id rather your live then someone else fall. After all you are far more valuable then them at least to me, so heres a bit of advice. Never forget everything from a feather to a mountain is a weapon if you know how to use it, so if you are ever in a situation and think you are unarmed never forget you are not.\"\n\n*As he finishes saying this he appears to have finished stripping the branch of its bark and has sharpened the end a bit on his fingers.*\n\n\"One of the first weapons made by creatures with intelligence a weapon so easy to make that could turn the tides of a battle in seconds, this right here is the power of knowledge, but to me this has other uses because weapons have more uses then killing.\"\n\n*As he finishes speaking he begins dragging the stick behind him leaving a small trail, and he then uses it to stab the stem of a leaf above him making it fall down. He uses the stick to scratch his back. And he finishes the stick off by snapping it in two and tapping them together to make a rythmic sound akin to music but not as enjoyable.*\n\n\"This one tool that when first observed brings the thought of violence to mind can be so much more, this is why i believe in sharing knowledge not only to preserve it but to improve it and expand upon it since the knowledge of making a sharp stick was passed down it could be made into a tool to make art music or help in every day struggles such as an itch on your back that you cant reach. I know what i say may seem a bit random but i only wish to share my philosophy with you to try and help you acquire a new perspective since that may help you.\"\n\n*As he finishes speaking he stabs the two sticks into the ground and continues staring at the horse and the pig elf mab studying them and their reactions.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"You're right, it does seem random.\"*The Pig Elf agreed without hesitation before turning to gaze ahead again, only half showing attention to the small action the Macen did to the branch he collected and just as quickly discarded after it had served its use.*\"For someone who doesn't seem to like combat, you definitely have an interesting perspective of it.\"\n\n*While the two spoke Terrel began to slow his pace a bit, turning to look at the Macen with his usual blank stare.*\"But I guess I can't complain. I'm not out here to start fights to create enemies. At least not ones that I don't think I can dispel of easily. My skill in combat is limited to what I can teach myself or learn as I go. Both of which can only do so much while traveling.\"\n\n*With Terrel having slowed down, his horse managed to draw closer to him, lowering his large snout to begin nibbling at the Elf's light-pink hair. Terrel rose a hand to push the horse back gently though the horse himself seemed content in providing the mild annoyance to his rider.*\n\n\"I won't pass up the chance of gaining knowledge.\"*He said finally once he averted his attention back over to Aize.*\"Combat, Alchemy, Medicine, you name it. Fighting can be more tactical than just brute strength all the time like some seem to see it. Even if it's a sort of skill I don't see myself using, knowing what an opponent may be capable of is just as helpful.\"\n\n*He placed the Furrow back on his shoulder, which quickly scurried along it before it decided to rest itself atop it, its small tail sitting partially wrapped around his neck.*Take magic for example.\"*He began before reaching up to grab a loose branch as Aize had done earlier.*\"I never saw any use of it for me, but everyone has the capability of using it. And it doesn't take much for one to suddenly light you on fire and let that be the end of you.\"\n\n*Terrel began idly spinning the small twig-like branch around his fingers, more so without thinking much of it.*\"But maybe you know a mutation to prevent that or maybe more.\""
},
{
"author": "Stephen Aize",
"message": "\"Magic is something that is quite useful and dangerous, but i have never spent time learning it because i prefer the methods of science more then the methods of magic. Also i may have a way to reduce the damage being burned would typically cause but its still just a theory for now. Maybe some day ill get it right but until then fires just another danger. But an easy one to resolve compared to other dangers in the world.\"\n\n*As they continued their conversation aize it appeared as aize had stopped watching them so closely and it seemed more like he was thinking about the information he had gotten from observing terrel and his horse*\n\n\"When its time to stop and take a rest ill teach you a few things about medicine and combat that you may have not known. Also not to sound like a greedy glutton but would you happen to have any food with you that i might purchase from you? I havent eaten in a few days cause there wasnt much to hunt around here as of late\"\n\n*As he says he pulls out a few copper from a pouch on his belt seemingly ready to hand it to the pig elf if he did have any food he would be willing to part with*"
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"That's nice to know.\"*Terrel responded to Stephan's claim that he can reduce the damage of fire. The Pig Elf was sure there were some ways to do it as some people tended to be more resistant than others to the burning element, but for now he decided to not focus too much on the magic so much as what he could do himself. With Aize claiming that he could teach Terrel about things he might not know about combat, he could look forward to whatever it was that he could learn. That is as long as it didn't end up being a waste of his time, but what time did he have to lose now with him currently just traveling from place to place?\n\nWhen Aize pulled out the copper and asked for some food, Terrel glanced at the currency. It didn't carry much value, though usually he wouldn't pass up some pocket change. However, Terrel simply said:*\n\n\"If you like eating raw potatoes, then sure.\"*He slowed down a bit so that his horse could walk more at his side and carry the saddlebags more closely towards him.*\"They can be very filling if cooked properly.\"*Terrel continued with a light smirk.*\"But don't worry about paying, any information you have in combat will be good enough.\""
},
{
"author": "Stephen Aize",
"message": "\"Im fine with eating raw potatos at least its something, although if i could get some meat and maybe a few spices i could make a nice a stew. But that may be asking for to much sadly, since i havent had much luck hunting these days and spices are a bit tricky to prepare.\" \n\n*Aize began drifting off into thought as he imagined each recipe he could make, and all the possibilities held by that single potato. But he snaps out of it and then he looks to terrel*\n\n\"Hmm you know i never asked but why did you fire that crossbow bolt at me when we met? Were you in the middle of hunting a horned monster and got me mixed up with it?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I'm not much of a fan of meat.\" *He stated as he reached into the bag to grab a single potato, tossing it over to a Macen.*\"I got spices, but you'll have to go kill something if you want meat with that.\"\n\n*Terrel walked on ahead, leaving his horse to trot slowly behind him. When Aize asked him why he fired the bolt at the Macen, Terrel lifted his gaze, his attention shifting slightly before he eventually looked back at him.*\"I hear too many stories of people getting attacked in forests nowadays. Either from some monster or most likely some person getting robbed.\"\n\n*He lowered his hand to the hilt of the sword, his gloved fingers grasping it tightly before loosening once more.*\"So is figured it would be best to get the upper hand now before one decided to jump out and scare away my horse.\"*He concluded.*\"Wouldn't be the first time I nearly lost him to someone else I've encountered in the forest.\""
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{
"author": "Stephen Aize",
"message": "\"Well alright then i suppose thats a fairly good reason for attacking first, and thank you for the potato ill have to go find something to cook it with but i can do that later when its rest time.\"\n\n*As he talks he tosses the potato between his hands there is seemingly no purpose to this action it appears to be done just cause he felt it might be entertaining. And after a few minutes of walking he walks over to the other aide of the horse and begins speaking in a friendly tone*\n\n\"You are quite the ugly horse who will be abandoned when you outlive your usefulness, are you aware of this you glorified backpack?\"\n\n*He speaks friendly and maintains a calm and relaxed walking pattern showing no signs of anger disgust or malice in any shape or form, and he appears to be watching the horses reaction to everything he said.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The horse turned its head towards the Macen, its eyes becoming fixated on him as came around to his other side. He came to a slow stop, catching Terrel's attention as the elf found himself looking back to watch the Macen talk to the horse.*\n\n\"You know if you're expecting him to talk back, you're in the wrong part of the forest.\"*Terrel said jokingly.*\"Though I have heard about there being some kind of horse spirits from a centaur. I doubt they'd take too kindly to you insulting their kind.\"\n\n*It was obvious with the way he said it that he didn't believe it nor did he really seem to care about the Macen insulting his horse with his odd fascination in speaking to him.\n\nThe horse's tail flicked back idly while it flared its nostrils leading off to a sort of snorting kind of sound. Terrel tugged on his lead slightly which was enough to get him to turn his head forward to continue moving along the trail they were on at a nice steady pace.*"
},
{
"author": "Stephen Aize",
"message": "*As aize finished his test to see if the horse could understand human speech he lifted his head up and faced towards terrel, as he did this he went back around to the other side of the horse and stared at terrel.*\n\n\"I wasnt actually expecting the horse to speak that would take a bit more mutation then this creature seems to have. What i was doing was seeing if it understood our language or if it understood the tone of voices, and it appears it does not and while it is disappointing its not unexpected. I still have more tests to run on you and the horse but i am just doing the more simple ones now while i can since you may decide you want me to go away and i dont wanna waste an oppertunity like this.\""
},
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"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"As great as that sounds.\"*He said with a hint of amused sarcasm.*\"You still owe me a lesson in things that can help with combat. So I won't stop you with whatever observation you're trying to do.\"*Terrel eventually came to a stop at an opening in the path. With the area surrounded by trees and the path continuing to the opposite side, it seemed like a good enough place for them to stop for now.*\n\n\"So go on then.\"*He said, turning to the Macen and letting go of the reigns of his horse.*\"Continue your study.\"*With Terrel no longer holding the reigns, his horse began trotting around the area in search of the best place to graze.*"
},
{
"author": "Stephen Aize",
"message": "\"How about i teach you a weak spot in the macen body that can allow you to take out their arms without killing them or doing to much damage, it could be quite useful if your opponent is stronger then you and you need to stop their arms so they dont kill you. Its also a weak spot in most armour so its most likely gonna be an area covered by chainmail or something else, if you dont wanna bother learning something like that.\"\n\n*He holds the potato in his hand and watches stares at terrel while waiting for his response.*"
},
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"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Killing would have been a nice plus.\"*He stated, walking over to where his horse had stopped to graze and removing the red cloak from around his shoulders, coming to reveal the light colored undershirt beneath. Terrel neatly laid it atop his horse's back before turning back towards the Macen.*\n\n\"But armor can be hard to surpass even with a sword, so I'd be impressed to see how you would manage that.\"*He said, going along with what Aize planned to show him.*"
},
{
"author": "Stephen Aize",
"message": "\"Would you be alright if i teach you by fighting you, i promise none of the damage will be able to kill you but it might hurt alot. It would be easier to show you through first hand experience but if you dont want to do it that way i could always give you a lecture on the best places to strike in unarmed combat and potentially swordplay if you get creative and adapt the knowledge to it.\"\n\n*He sets the potato hes been holding in his hands for awhile on the ground and stares at terrel awaiting the response of wether or not he wants hands on teaching or just an explanation.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel remained silent for a long while as if considering it, that or he was simply staring back at Aize like he could answer his own question. However, it was hard to really tell with the lack of emotion shown through the mask. Eventually he gave a nod and stated simply:* \n\n\"Tell me first.\"*There was a hinted sign that he didn't seem to really trust the Macen in the combat he claimed to know, either by his lack of enjoying it or by the fact that they had only just met. The Furrow around his neck had slowly waded along his shoulder as it found it no longer had the cover of his cloak to protect itself, now trying to find a way to hide within the folds of his shirt.*"
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"author": "Stephen Aize",
"message": "\"Of course ill tell you, the first one is the throat if you strike it with your hand it makes the person choke and can give you enough time to capture or kill them if needed. Next up is under the arm pits, if you jab it with a finger you can cause great pain and shut down someones arm if done correctly leaving them practically defenceless unless they specialize in kicking, the next weak spot is the nose if you punch someone in the nose it causes their eyes to water blinding them making it easier to take them down. There are many more weak points but these ones are the ones ill show you in this fight, they arent perminently damaging but they are effective at incapacitating someone.\"\n\n*As he finished speaking he pulled his suspenders aside and took his shirt off, he neatly folded his shirt and set it aside as to not get it dirty or torn from the fight.*"
},
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"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well that seems more obvious than what you made it out to be.\"*He says, grabbing the Furrow from his shoulder and placing it down on the ground. It looked around, finding itself out in the open and quickly scurried off to the nearest cover, that being the Elf's horse who seemed oblivious to the small bird trying to climb up its lowered neck.*\n\n\"I'd be surprised if no one knew about at least one of those from experience alone.\"*He stated as he watched the Macen remove his shirt to set it down on the ground. The ears upon his mask had flopped to the side, though he didn't appear like he planned on removing it with his cloak.*"
},
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"author": "Stephen Aize",
"message": "\"Well like i said there are many more these are just the basics since it would be bad to teach you more advanced things without a proper base to work from, now will you be using a sword or your fists?\"\n\n*He watched the furrow scurry off as he talked since it was a bit eye catching and the fight hadnt started so he wasnt to worried about being a slight bit distracted yet.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*His eyes shifted to the sword before looking back at Stephan right after.*\"I figured we were trying to incapacitate rather than decapitate.\"*He said with a smirk.*\"Wouldn't want to lose our heads just from a demonstration.\"*Though Terrel was more used to using his sword, he figured it was best to just stick with fists for now with however simple the demonstration tended to be.*\n\n\"Go ahead and come at me then.\"*He said, taking a slight stance, one leg slightly in front of the other. His horse lifted its head, chewing on the grass it had picked up as it stared at the two of them with new company sitting atop his head.*"
},
{
"author": "Dr. Aize",
"message": "*Aize takes down his steel like skin and puts his hands up in front of him covering his face and he lowers his head a bit to cover his neck, he keeps his legs slightly bent and he looks ready to brawl but he doesnt seem to make th first move. And as he gets into his stance he speaks.*\n\n\"Since you arent using your sword i shall not use my defensive mutations so this is a fair brawl, if you had used a sword i would have needed to have it up. Although after this we can do swordplay training if you'd like tryibg to strike a moving target is much better experience then striking a immobile object or someone you might hurt, or using a wooden sword.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel studied him through his hidden gaze, the slight movement of him lowering his head to protect the front of his neck while his hands took up the area more around its side. With the mutation falling away, he seemed more exposed now, though with the Macen seeing it as more fair Terrel didn't argue. \n\nHe listened to the Macen speak, though Terrel seemed more focused on his actions.*\"I'm waiting.\"*He said in a low monotone voice as if carrying out in conversation was beginning to bore him with the Macen's hesitation. The Elf lifted his arms in mimicking the Macen before he would take a couple steps to the side, the starting of an arc being created as he awaited the Macen's move.*"
},
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"author": "Dr. Aize",
"message": "*Aize begins approaching terrel slowly while keeping his gaurd up and then using his right arm goes in for a punch to terrels nose, and as he is going for the punch he uses his left leg to try and stomp his heel forward into terrels shin. He observes terrels movements as he is doing this watching how he reacts to his attacks.*\n\n*While aize may be trying to teach terrel a bit about hand to hand fighting, he is also studying terrel and seeing how he handles himself since he is curious if terrel has anymore mutations or something that may give him a clue as to the reason for terrels pig face.*"
},
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"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel awaited the Macen's approach. As he drew near to go in for a punch towards his nose followed by a kick to his shin, the Elf move to the left. Though it did force him to move more towards the Macen's punch, he made himself turn to the side so that the punch would merely graze across the front of mask's snout. As decent as a hit it seemed, the nose of the mask extended past the Elf's own, leaving him un-phased by it. His stare remained blank while he used the opportunity to reach for the Macen's extended arm, more so towards the wrist to get a firm hold of it.*"
},
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"author": "Dr. Aize",
"message": "*As terrel dodged the punch to the side and moved in closer and aizes punch missed aize changed his attack once his arm was extended he swiftly moved it to the at a slight angle into terrels throat, and as he did this he used the force of his strike to help him turn to face terrel. And while he was attacking he thought to himself about how terrel was unphased by his snout being grazed.*"
},
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"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel grabbed at the Macen's arm with his left hand as Aize went to swing at his throat, tightening his grasp on it to have better control of it in order to prevent it from hitting him. With his right hand he balled it into a fist before swinging up towards the Macen's face with an uppercut towards Aize's lowered jaw.*"
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"author": "Dr. Aize",
"message": "*Uses his free right arm to strike the left side of terrel he aims for the ribs and makes sure he doesnt go any lower as to avoid dealing possibly lethal damage. And aize lets terrel punch his jaw since his arm was stopping him from getting an angle to get a proper uppercut.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel instinctively retracted his right arm as he was hit in the ribs. At the very least it was on the bone rather than the part of the abdomen that went unprotected. He tried to use the movement to turn slightly away from Aize, using his left leg in the motion to try to sweep the Macen off his feet.*"
},
{
"author": "Dr. Aize",
"message": "*As terrel attempts to turn to knock aize off his feet he uses this opertunity to grab terrels hair and yank him backwards while hes mid turn using the placement of his leg trying to sweep aize off his feet to make him more off balanced, and the fact hes holding aizes arm still adds to this. Aize uses all of this to pull terrel to the ground by his hair.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*As Terrel could feel his head being yanked back, he tugged his head forward to fight against it only for him to feel the strain of hair being pulled at his scalp. He would quickly turn into the Macen, lunging at him in an attempt to tackle him to the ground.*"
},
{
"author": "Dr. Aize",
"message": "*As he attempts this aize just punches terrel in the face as he tried to tackle him, combing the force of terrel lunging and the force of aize punching to strengthen the blow straight to terrels nose with a full power punch.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He put most of his strength into tackling the Macen to the ground. As Aize had removed his hand from the Elf's hair to go into a punch, Terrel had turned his head to the side, feeling the strength of the blow land across his cheek. His expression remained transfixed though beneath the mask a bruise most likely bound to form.*"
},
{
"author": "Dr. Aize",
"message": "*As terrel was hit in the face during his lunge, aize then rammed his knee into terrels gut. And as he did this he uses his hand to swing at terrels face to distract him. Also by this point aize has realized that terrel has been wearing a mask it took him getting a few punches on it for him to realize but he finally understood.*"
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel could feel his knee dig into his stomach as the both of them fell to the ground, not much space provided for him to much force into the pressured feeling created by it. He tried to position himself better, lifting himself up higher to remove the feeling of a knee in his gut while he tried to move his left knee up to rest just below the Macen's sternum, leaving his right leg out behind him for balance. He let out a tired exhale of air, a moment's pause in action as he stared back at the Macen.*"
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"author": "Dr. Aize",
"message": "\"What a splendid brawl my good sir you handled yourself well, although you did get a bit wild near the end there, never the less i did learn quite a bit about you and i feel i know what i could teach you that may help now that i have a decent grasp on your hand to hand fighting skills.\"\n\n*Aize sits up and pulls himsefl out from under terrel before standing up and dusting his pants off, he doesnt even have a scratch on him since terrel never landed a hit besides the tackle.*\n\n\"Its quite a shame that my pants became dirtied but oh well i can always get more later, after all its just a pair of pants. Also i tried to avoid any spots where vital organs or permanent damage could happen, so you should be better in around a few days time. Tell me would you like me to make us some lunch before we continue our journey on the road?\""
},
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"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel pulled himself up to a kneeling position as he watched Aize pick himself and dust off his pants through a masked gaze. Though sweat had began to collect within the mask, he didn't give off mhch other implications of the affect from the fight besides what was already visible. When Aize claimed he learned a bit about him, the Elf raised an invisible eyebrow and asked:*\n\n\"And what exactly did you learn from that?\"*He eventually stood back up to his feet and turned to walk back towards his horse to grab the cloak he had left around it. A cooler breeze was already beginning to remove the heat he felt collecting, leaving him to grab the red cloak and wrap it around his shoulders while he continued to listen to the Macen speak of his observations during the fight. Terrel had to admit, he didn't favor the hand to hand combat, but he merely shrugged away at his words, feeling he hadn't learned much more than a few easily to point out weaknesses that most had. When the Macen asked if he could make them lunch, Terrel said simply:*\n\n\"Sure, I bet you can make a whole feast with that potato.\"*He said, gesturing to the vegetable the Macen had left abandoned earlier. It was of course a joke highlighted by the Elf's smirk while he focused more on guiding his horse over.*"
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"author": "Dr. Aize",
"message": "*Aize picked up his shirt and put it back on and pulling his suspenders back into place before reaponding to terrels question about what he had learned.*\n\n\"Well i learned that your head isnt really a pigs head its a mask, i also learned when you start getting more sloppy the more you fail at attacking someone, you also have a real problem with not keeping an eye on your targets limbs you mainly seem to watch the arms when you should try to watch the limbs you cant see. Also you appear to try a bit to hard to make fancy moves like spinning and sweeping the leg, and while those can be good moves it shouldnt be done by amateurs since those kinds of moves leave you exposed, a spin leaves you back exposed and with that hair you're practically begging it to be tugged, and as for the leg sweeping that leaves your crotch exposed to be sliced or hit and you should never leave that exposed its one of your greatest weaknesses. These are just the most prominent things i learned.\""
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"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel came to a stop in front of the Macen while he listened to him, silencing ensuing from the Elf. He rose a hand up to the mask, running his gloved thumb along the area where he was hit across his cheek. Though he couldn't feel anything from his hand's end, the pressure was enough to signify the damage left. While Aize continued talking, he ran the hand back to his rosy pink locks of hair, recently cut short so that it fell just about down to his shoulders. \n\nHe could feel the hot breath of his horse snorting at the back of his head, drawing his attention back to reality while Aize finished his assessment of Terrel's clumsy match. The Elf tilted his head upwards in acknowledgment.*\n\n\"Consider me surprised then.\"*He stated.*\"Guess I did learn something from this after all.\"*He rose his other hand up to pat under the chin of his horse while the Furrow took the opportunity to leap down to Terrel's cloak.*\"Is this the observation you were looking for or were you hoping to fight the horse as well?\"*He asked, glancing back at the Macen, the ears flopping to the side of his head as he did.*"
},
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"author": "Dr. Aize",
"message": "\"Hmm you know i think you use a bit to much sarcasm i understand i may be a bit unorthodox but i only have good intentions and i only wish to assist you, but you seem to only wanna be sarcastic to my offers insulting my cooking capabilities and me doing my tests with your horse. And while i may be able to tolerate it most of the time id apprciate it if you could at least cut back on it, also i have learned enough for today, and even though it appears neither of you actually possess any real mutations ill still travel beside you because we had a deal so ill help you become a better fighter because you let me run my tests.\"\n\n*He picks up the potato he had set down before*"
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"It's a trait.\"*He stated with a shrug at the Macen.*\"Some get used to it, some don't, but hey that's just sarcasm at its finest.\"*Terrel turned to the horse's saddle bag and opened up to take out a few cooking utensils from it while his horse looked between him and the Aize lazily.*\n\n\"When things are all said and done, I like to find the humor in them.\"*He said, glancing back towards the Macen.*\"Think of it as a relief to what goes on around you. Or don't, no need to take a pig man's word for it or rather just a man's word for it since you've figured it out.\"*Terrel said the last part with an incline of his head before he eventually closed up the saddle bag, having gathered what he needed.*"
},
{
"author": "Dr. Aize",
"message": "\"Since meat isnt an option right now how about a nice vegetable soup, if you give me the ingredients i can make one for us. All id need is an assortment of vegetables like potato carrots onions celery and seasonings, oh an water. I can make a very nice vegetable soup.\"\n\n*He starts gathering sticks and dry grass to make a fire with as he talks, he also gathers a few stones along with the kindling.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Sounds intricate.\"*Terrel said as he reached back into the saddlebag to take out the vegetables and spices Aize had requested. He reached in to grab a leather pouch, a sloshing noise coming from within it to signify the liquid it carried. He eventually closed the pouch, bring the items over to the Macen.*\n\n\"I got, potatoes, carrots, onions, and some seasonings.\"*He says, placing the objects down as he named them.*\"And a little bit of water if you can make do with that.\""
},
{
"author": "Dr. Aize",
"message": "\"This is plenty thank you, now all we need to do is set up the cooking equipment then i can start cooking. Also it isnt that complicated its just alchemy, you mix ingredients together to make a reaction happen its no different then making medicine.\"\n\n*As he says this he puts all the rocks he gathered in a circle and removes the grass from around the rocks as to prevent the fire from spreading, he then sets up a few twigs to act as the support to hold the pot above the fire to make the food. After this he puts the kindling in the rock circle ready to light ablaze.*\n\n\"Alright its all ready, now we just need the pot and a way to light the fire and i can begin cooking, do you have flint or glass or a bow?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He rose a finger before pointing it towards Aize as he mentioned the soup not being that complicated.*\"Sarcasm.\"*He said with a cheesy grin, before turning away from the Macen. His horse had laid down where it once stood, seeing that they were going to be stopping for a bit to eat. Meanwhile, his Furrow had begun making progress, climbing up his ruffled strands of hair and making its way to the top of his head to gain new height. It began letting out a few chirpish like noises as it sat there.\n\nTerrel walked around the opposite side of his horse and kneeled down to grab a piece of flint from the saddle bag on the opposite side before rearing his arm back to throw it over to the Macen.*\"Here.\""
},
{
"author": "Dr. Aize",
"message": "\"Ah my mistake i didnt realize it was sarcasm and thank you my good sir i shall now begin preparing the food.\"\n\n*Aize used the flint on the pot to make a few sparks which then went down into the dry grass and twigs, as they did aize blew a bit into the now smoking dry grass and it lit ablaze. After the fire got going aize poured the water from the pouch into the pot to let it begin boiling. Aize began inspecting the vegetables and nodded for a moment he then sat up and walked away for a moment coming back with a relatively flat rock and he then sat it down by the area with the vegetables, he dusted the rock off making sure it wasnt dirty the best he could, and then he began chopping the vegetables up on the cutting rock. He would toss in the vegetables in once they were thoroughly diced, and once he was done adding in the vegetables he added in a few spices like pepper and salt, he stirred the pot about every 5 minutes and adding in kindling to keep the fire going and in about 50 minutes the soup would finish cooking.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"It's the subtleness that always catches them off guard.\"*Terrel gave his horse a pat on his head before walking over to the small cooking area and taking a seat some distance away from it. He grabbed the Furrow off the top of his head and placed him down his lap, gently patting its back as the Furrow tried to scramble along his leg in haste. The Elf smiled down at the bird-like animal while it tried biting at his gloved finger with little success.\n\nHe leaned back, using one arm to keep him hoisted while he waited for the Macen to finish making the Vegetable soup. A light meal for the both of them, though still there was a while of traveling ahead of them before he made it to the next town to see what jobs or ridiculous tales were there, though part of him doubted the mad scientist planned on following for much longer, perhaps it just depended on how long it took him to learn.*"
},
{
"author": "Dr. Aize",
"message": "*After a little wait the soup finally finishes cooking and its smell wafts through the air its a subtle smell of vegetables with a slight scent of salt mixed in it. And as it finishes cooking aize fills two bowls and gives one to terrel as aize takes a seat beside him as he enjoys his soup.*\n\n\"I am curious what is it that you hope to achieve what are your goals for yourself, is it fame riches power woman peace chaos, or perhaphs yuu just enjoy the adventure of traveling and fighting, if you dont wanna answer me its fine, i just felt it might make a good conversation while we ate.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel lifted the bowl up and took a long, drawn out sip from it before lowering it away from his mouth. He snorted at the Macen's question.*\"A few of those things carry interest, but no it's not one of my main goals.\"*The Elf relaxed and rested his half eaten bowl on the ground, providing opportunity to the Furrow as it quickly scrambled off his lap towards the food.*\n\n\"But I enjoy the combat, it's something I'd never get to do back at home and sword fighting... Well, I always wondered how good I could get with just a blade and a long road to travel.\"*He held his palm out, holding it upright as a red glow began to emanate from it.*\"Most other Elves are accustomed to using magic, but I'd figure there's more to fighting than just natural ability.\"*He closes his hand around the glow, putting the light out.*\n\n\"If I trained hard enough to a way of combat that I'd never get to use otherwise, who knows how far I could get.\"*He said with shrug before finally looking over to the Macen.*\"I'm already out here now with nothing more than a mask to my name, but hey that's enough of me for now. Not many would take a pig man seriously.\"*Terrel brushed at the side of his cheek where he had been punched, irritation rising from the touch though instead of reacting, he merely grinned.*\"I'd like to show them otherwise.\""
},
{
"author": "Dr. Aize",
"message": "*As terrel spoke aize drank his soup and listened to him, and when terrel finished speaking aize put his bowl down beside him and then began to speak himself.*\n\n\"Thats quite the interesting goal and one i have many ways to assist with but we can discuss that later, i respect you for taking a path that is harder out of curiosity and a chance to do something new. That is a goal any scientist should understand since thats one of the core aspects of science trying something new even when its harder compared to another path.\"\n\n*He picks up his bowl of soup and takes a sip before setting it right back down and continuing with what he was saying.*\n\n\"I do wish you luck on your path to try and become a great swordsman i think you will accomplish it in time, but i wanna suggest you learn to fight without a weapon aswell as with a sword, you never know when you will be in a fight with no weapons, and id hate for all your work to be snuffed out just cause you couldnt use a sword.\"\n\n*As he finished speaking he finished his bowl of soup off and set the bowl down beside him letting out a burp* \"Excuse me that was quite rude\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"You make a valid point.\"*He said.*\"I don't usually work on hand to hand combat, but I'm sure that was obvious.\"*He reached over to grab the soup sitting next to him, only to find that the Furrow had fallen in and was swimming around helplessly. Terrel grabbed it by its tail and placed in it the grass, deciding that maybe it was best not to eat the soup after the Furrow has basically bathed in it.\n\nTerrel poured was left out, reaching down to give the Furrow a small stroke before he even fully stood back up. As Aize had let out the burp and quickly apologized for it, Terrel balled his hand into a fist before giving a single beat to his chest and letting out a belch.*\"Never apologize about table manners to a pig of all things.\"*He said, swiftly turning away from the Macen as his cloak dragged behind him while he made his way back to his horse. \n\nThe Furrow quickly hopped up and climbed up his cloak as he passed by and, upon the Elf's approach, his horse had begun to get back up to its feet to ready for departure.*\"Now let's go before we run out of daylight. Next town is still a ways from here.\""
}
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{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "Ishikawa is more towards the far left, in the trees on that rock formation? If that makes sense\n\nSorry I didn't respond sooner, I'm having a deep-ass convo with a friend ;-;"
},
{
"author": "chair._._.",
"message": "Yes that is tavish's spot along with his dogs"
},
{
"author": "Sleep Paralysis Demon",
"message": "All good, just making sure I have the spots correct.\n\n*Those familiar with the forests know that silence is not normal. There are always sounds of a sort; Birds, insects, the snap and pop of twigs beneath the paws and feet of animals. But silence comes with predators. Whether this be the two hunters and the dog, or the winter wolves however is yet to be seen.*\n\n*Tavish's dog took to the orders to sniff out the location of their quarry; Luckily Wolves were not **Difficult** To scent, as they were not creatures known for hiding themselves in such ways. The dog barks upon scenting, pointing Tavish to the end of a line of stones and boulders lining the makeshift path. It's a start.*\n\n*Ishikawa makes his way to the top of the formation, scenting the air. Like the dog he can faintly catch the musk of wolves nearby; That odd stink of fur, oil and animal. Slowly he fades out of view, somewhat at least, and from his spot he can see a shape, beyond the stone paths; White furred shapes.*\n\n*Tavish and Ishikawa see one wolf quickly, slinking it's way towards the middle of the path as it trots quickly, frame tense with aggression and perhaps fear with it's mouth hanging open, tongue lolling from it's mouth.*"
}
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{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa, smelling the scent of more wolves in the air, turned his attention to the direction it was coming from, finally taking out his bow and knocking an arrow, disrupting his stealth field slightly. He was shaded by the trees still, so he hoped he hadn't drawn the attention of the creatures. He grimaced as Tavish attacked the wolf, disapproving of the brutality of it. It was an animal as any other, and deserved the respect of a quick and relatively painless death. His arrow would make sure of that. He prepared to fire once he saw further movement, waiting patiently.*"
},
{
"author": "Sleep Paralysis Demon",
"message": "Tavish walked menacingly towards the seemingly stressed and anxious wolf, it looked up at him with bright eyes and bared teeth. Tavish swings for it's leg and the wolf moves rather than sits as an easy target, quick and nimble compared to the armored man though he does catch it's hindquarters in a glancing strike. Blood warms the blade and the wolf yelps loudly, lamed but giving itself distance from Tavish instead of remaining nearby.\n\nThe yelp seems almost like some signal, drawing the rest of the pack out from behind the rocks; A young male and a female still heavy with milk. The female responds quickly, it's eyes whitening as she opens her maw and a blast of icy cold escapes it. Tavish can feel cold biting even through the armor, making the metal tacky against fabric and skin. (-1.5m/s debuff to run speed for three turns).\n\nUsing the attack as cover, the third wolf darts in and targets the dog. It's bite goes for the other canine's back, digging in teeth and frost forming across the fur. It cracks with the dog's movements and the Winter Wolf's mouth comes away bloodied from the dog's own leg. (Dog has -0.1 debuff to their general speed for three turns).\n\nWith Tavish and the dog being obvious targets, the wolves focus on him."
},
{
"author": "chair._._.",
"message": "*Tavish would've, of course, turned when he heard sound coming from behind him and sensing a cold breeze, of course, he knew what it was, the rest of the pack had come and those where actually trying to defend themselves, so those where more of a priority for tavish and his dog, speaking of the dog,since he had already detected the other wolves due to it's great smelling capabilities, which would have made it easy for him to snap toward the attacking wolf to then bite him back, reaching the neck if possible but if not he would just bite it's head.*\n\n\"Shoot the coward, we'll take care of the one willing to put up a fight\"\n\n*While tavish said that he would've quickly rushed the wolf that was attacking him, stabbing it violently with the point his great-sword, if the wolf dodge which is probable, tavish would strike again by doing a slash toward's the wolf's new position.*\n\n\n\n100/100 mana```"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawas frown deepened as he observed the wolfs behavior. This didn't seem like an aggressive animal, as the one who had commissioned them had said. If it was aggressive, it likely would have been the first to attack... It was too late to withdraw now, he wasn't going to allow Tavish to die, though he disagreed with his methods.* \n\n*Ishikawa aimed for the neck of the wolf that had already been struck, hoping to end its suffering quickly and decisively. He would allow the arrow to fly, hoping it would hit its mark, more for the sake of the animal than his partner.* \n\n```It would fly faster than an average arrow [Ranged Specialist 5], and Ishikawas aim is generally quite precise [Ranged Precision 5], given it hits its mark.```"
},
{
"author": "Sleep Paralysis Demon",
"message": "*Two wolves focused on Tavish, and one upon the dog. It's now plenty apparent that these wolves are not simple, stupid creatures. As Tavish turns his armor crackles with frost, an unwelcome squeak coming of metal across frozen metal, and at the sound the wolf retreats. It seems aware of how it's breath will change how he moves and takes advantage by putting distance between itself and Tavish. The blade catches the tail, drawing blood from the She-Wolf as she retreats back behind the stones, leading a thin trail of blood.*\n\n*The male fighting the dog however is not going to stop putting up a fight. It's muzzle is scored, but while the Caucasian shepherd is large, the wolf is **Experienced**. Not simply trained, but surviving. It leaps after taking the teeth across it's snout, digging teeth into the scruff of the dog and shaking viciously, it's neck easily as thick as the dog's own. It is, however, focused on brutalizing the dog and not Tavish.*\n\n*The behavior of the animals was... Strange indeed, but as he knew, it was too late now. As the injured wolf trotted rapidly to go round the bush and perhaps join in the attack, the arrow splits the air. It reveals him, but as the wolf jumps from it's soft scare the arrow strikes it. It runs, briefly, and then collapses a short distance from the fighting as it passes.*"
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{
"author": "Sleep Paralysis Demon",
"message": "The wolf keeps on at the dog's scruff, hanging if need be off and potentially throwing the dog's balance into question. Blood is flowing freely by the time Tavish arrives, swinging downward into the wolf's back. It yelped, almost screams, as it collapses, kicking and biting but it can't move; Not with it's back broken like that or the deep wound it's received. It can be quickly, and easily, dispatched though Tavish's dog is going to need some healing.\n\nThe she-wolf stops short, barely avoiding a direct shot as their foot is instead struck in a small burst of sparks and light. It yelps and tries running again, only to tumble briefly over it's own numbed leg. It snaps and snarls then, turning to face the dog as it descends upon her. Now fully ready to fight, she goes for the dog's throat and limbs, drawn by blood and need to survive."
},
{
"author": "chair._._.",
"message": "*The dog, after being freed from the wolf's bite, he would've went behind tavish and layed down, making sure the wolf of course couldn't bite him from there and also making sure less energy gets wasted whille waiting for tavish's healing*\n\n*Meanwhile, tavish would've of course noticed the she-wolf get hit by the shocking bolt to then try to jump on his dog, of course, he wouldn't let that happen, and he already had the advantage of noticing the she-wolf and his dog being behind him, tavish would've been able to prepare an heavy strike stopping her mid air with a slash coming from his great-sword!*\n\n```herculean strength 1/6\n1.5m/s debuff 1/3 turn\n100/100 mana```"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa, seeing how the battle has played out, drops down from his position, rolling as he lands to help preserve his tendons, though they are already tougher than average [Strong Joints]. He runs over to the wolf that had its back broken, intending put it out of its misery, unsheathing his dagger. He'd kneel down giving the creature a measure of respect as he'd take the blade and plunge it into its skull, murmuring quietly in his native language,* \n\n\"I apologize for our intrusion, may you now rest.\""
}
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{
"author": "chair._._.",
"message": "*Tavish would've spent a few seconds to silently look in between the tree's before whistling an order to his dog which would have entered an high alert mode, alerting tavish of any out of place sound or smell that they didn't pick-up earlier, meanwhile tavish would've casted herculean strength then started to skin the dead wolves and then he would stay to ishikawa*\n\n\"Good jub.\"\n\n```tavish knows that something is wrong, tries to make it seems for any enemies that he doesn't\nTavish casted herculean strenght 6/6\nTavish's mana 80/100```"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Ishikawa put his bow back over his shoulder, and slowly began to approach the body of the fallen wolf. Taking out his knife, he kneels beside her, carefully, yet tenderly, almost, pulling the arrow out of her. Many wrongs had been committed today, but it had been done, and he must continue from that. He wouldn't allow the wolves bodies to go to waste, it was disrespectful. As he began to skin the she-wolf, he took care not to rush. They had time.\n\nSomething was wrong, but it had been wrong for a while. Murmuring softly,* \n\n\"Let's just get this over with, shall we?\""
},
{
"author": "Sleep Paralysis Demon",
"message": "The paths remain quiet. There is no sound of twigs beneath paws. No cold chills. It seems they've cleared the way, and as Ishikawa skins the she-wolf, her body still heavy with milk, the new blood doesn't invite more predators.\n\nThe pups the she-wolf was nursing would die without the mother and without help, meaning that there would not be a new resurgence of the wolves. \n\nAll done. Right?"
},
{
"author": "nikstarling",
"message": "*Once Ishikawa had finished skinning the wolf, he stood, looking around. The silence in the forest unnerved him. Of course, he knew he was to blame, but it wasn't something he was used to. Usually there was some sort of noise. He sighed. The wolves den had to be nearby... He wasn't sure what he would do when he got there, but it was only right to...\n\nWhat was he going to do?\n\nWho knows.\n\nHe packed up his pelt, and began to wander off without a further word. He had nothing to say to Tavish. Only silence and an air of melancholy.*"
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*After hearing the footsteps, he immediately put on his wolf like mask and it turned black with dim blue markings on them. He then headed straight towards the sound without attempting to be stealthy. His hair was a dark-ish blue and his tails bright blue. The would be 5 waving in the air* \n\n\"Hello there traveler\" *He said one he got closer. His voice would be a tiny bit muffled under his mask, but he was still audible*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel's gaze would turn towards Kibaru as he spoke to him, an invisible eyebrow raising beneath his mask at the sight of him.*\"Well what do you know, a talking wolf. You don't see that everyday.\"*He would say with irony. Of course he couldn't be the one to talk with his own mask on, though it just about seemed like it was becoming a world of animals out here. With the large number of tails that the wolf had, Terrel could only assume it was one of the more animal-like races. If not Canifor then perhaps an Oriate or maybe it could be one of those monster things he was warned about.*\"Hello Wolf.\"*Terrel would say more clearly as unlike Kibaru's mask, his didn't cover his mouth.*\"You wouldn't happen to be one of the beasts of the forest that travelers are warned to look out for, would you?\"*The Pig Elf seemed to have a sense of calm when speaking to the wolf man, more so since he seemed to be completely fine with bringing himself in the open rather than sneaking around.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Ehhh... Depends on the context... Well I guess it has been a while sinse I last ventured this far... So how old are these warnings?\" *Kibaru himself was a wanted man. The mask use to be know at a time, but after about a year of his disappearance people have probably forgotten about the beast known as Okami*\n\n*He would have his hand on the top of the hilt of his sword, but it was more resting there and acting as a warning to those that might think about attacking him*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Long enough to be told to children or by children even.\"*He said with a chuckle before getting a small pat to his horse in reassurance. Unlike Terrel, his horse was more jumpy especially around strange newcomers.*\"But hey, if I thought every talking animal was a monster, I guess I'd be crazier than the drunken guard that warned me about them or vice versa even.\"\n\n*Terrel's gaze would pass down to where Kibaru's sword sat. Distrustful, good, the wolf man should be. His horse would give a nicker of response before continuing onward while the two talked, Terrel slowly following after the horse while he continued.*\"So what would that make you then?\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I'm still a monster, but not by the biological standards.\" *He said giving a few sniff a bit as he slowly started following them. He was more interested in what was being transported then anything else*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Alright I'll take that as a yes.\"*Terrel would say, not showing much concern towards the wolf man following him.*\"So by what standards are you a monster? You know, outside of the wolf and pig stories, I hear enough about that.\"*Terrel spoke with a grin, though he kept his gaze forwards rather than facing Kibaru, a showing that despite his warning the Pig Elf wasn't too concerned with attacking him nor the other way around. Terrel was confident enough in his own abilities to not worry of a random person in a mask to get the jump on him especially when he's already shown himself to the open.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I'm a monster in the kitchen\" *He said puffing out his chest with pride* \"In a good way\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The comment caused Terrel to snort in suppressed laughter, more so for what it implied over what Kibaru had actually said.*\"I'll believe it when I see it Wolf. If there's one thing I know it's to not allow wild animals to cook for you or to cook at all for that matter.\"*He'd say, raising his hand up to the top of his horse's head for the Furrow on top of it to climb onto his hand and run down his arm.*\"Or in some cases to even let them near the food.\"*Terrel would lower his arm as the Furrow would eventually reach his shoulders and partially wrap itself around the back of his neck to get comfortable. Of course Terrel meant what he said. Between pests and predators, none of them were something you'd want to have around when you were trying to eat.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"First of, I'm a monster not a wild animal. Secondly... I'm also a monster in the bed\" *He said proudly hitting his puffed out chest*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"You dress like a wild animal, you sniff around things like a wild animal, and you look like a wild animal. At some point you'll have to come to terms with it.\"*Terrel jested.*\"And off first glance, you're more likely to be a monster *Under* The bed.\"*The Pig Elf wouldn't look back at him as he continued forwards, his furrow chittering from where he laid.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Not going to lie, that was a good one.\" *Kibaru said laughing a bit* \"But I am as much a wild animal as you are a lesser muscled baboon\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I'm a pig if that wasn't obvious enough.\"*Terrel would say, tapping the top of his mask slightly before continuing.*\"I would have thought you to be as sightly as a wolf rather than as blind as a bat.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Exactly my point, You're a pig and I'm a d- I mean Okamimi\" *What the man said about being a pig was slightly questionable. He surely didn't smell like a pig*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Must be a mutated one.\"*Terrel responded as he glanced back at Kibaru.*\"I don't usually see Okamimi's with a full wolf head.\"*Of course Terrel knew it was just mask, him wearing one himself after all. However, he liked to poke fun at it anyways whether Kibaru believed him to be fooled by it or not.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Oh, I see where the confusion's from. See this isn't a real wolves head, It's like a mask you buy at a carnival\" *He said pointing at it. Whether Terrel wasn't so bright or playing with him, it didn't matter. He wasn't planing on removing the mask*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"My mistake then, I suppose it could fool anyone.\"*He'd say in irony.*\"So what are you here for wolf, to steal my food or to try to scare away innocent animals?\"*Terrel decided to keep the name he gave Kibaru, mostly since he didn't have anything else to call him by besides that, but it mattered not to him.*\"Or if it's a territory thing, don't mind me, I'm just passing through.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Nah, just a travelling merchant. Making new contacts and what not. You seem like a fun guy to tick off\" *That last part slipped out by accident.* \"I mean... Uhh. I'm bored\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I travel with enough pests to not need you to add another tick to the bunch thank you... Or in a wolf's case probably several knowing how they live.\"*He'd state before looking back at Kibaru and asking:*\"A traveling merchant you say, in that case what kinds of things do you sell?\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Meat!\" *He answered proudly and an echo with travel through the lands... In his head anyway*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Never mind... Shouldn't have asked.\"*Terrel said as he turned away from the meat seller.*\"If you need something to feed that to, you can give it to the wolf in the bag.\"*The phrase alone didn't make sense, but sure enough as soon as Terrel said that, a wolf pup would pop its head out from one of the saddlebags strapped to the side of the horse. Its tongue would hang out happily as it looked around the new environment they had traveled to since he last checked and with them currently on the move, the pup couldn't help but take in the gentle breeze. While Terrel didn't favor meat whatsoever, the Wolf Pup and Furrow were a different story.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Almost as if teleporting, Kibaru would already be feeding the pup some meat* \"Whoose a good boy?\" *He said as he continued to pet the wolf pup*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The wolf pup would slowly bite at the meat he gave it, partially licking his hand as it took the wolf pup a while to eat it all at once.*\"Don't start talking to the animals.\"*Terrel would say as he didn't need to look back to know Kibaru was cooing over the pup.*\"He might think you're related to him.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru would move the mask to the side a bit as so the pup could see his face before whispering quite loudly* \"Don't worry, Daddy means well\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*With Kibaru removing the mask, the pup would give him a lick to the face before disappearing once again into the saddlebag.*\"Don't say I didn't warn you.\"*Terrel said.*\"It won't be fun when he gets older.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*He then put's the mask on again* \"Can I have him?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"No.\"*Terrel would say simply in response.*\"If you want your own wolf pup, you can go buy one or go back to being a monster in the bed like you mentioned earlier.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Yeah, about that\" *He then scratched the back of his heas* \"I can't have children. Also. That meat wasn't free\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"How unfortunate.\"*Terrel said. He would eventually make his way to the edge of the tree line, glancing up in the direction of the sun to see where it was setting at before moving back through the forest once more.*\"You probably shouldn't be feeding wild animals the meat you sell. It will leave you broke in the end since they usually don't carry money on them.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"You're using wild so much I'm starting to think it's your catch prahses. Is it your pup or not?\" *Kibaru asked a bit irritated*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I think being in the wilds might be the reason for it.\"*He says before eventually coming to a stop and turning around to face Kibaru.*\"And yes it's my pup.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Then it's not wild. And since it is. It's you're dutt to take responsibility for it's actions, right?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Indeed.\"*He would say in response.*\"It just wouldn't be my duty to take responsibility for your action of feeding him.\"*Terrel would rest an arm on the back of his horse .*\"There's no responsibility to take when you treat the pup yourself. It's like waving a mouse in front of cat. Will it eat it? Yes, and who's responsible for that? I wouldn't say the cat nor the owner of said cat. I'd say it was the person that tempted the cat in the first place and then tried to make the owner pay for it.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I was holding it in front of you before you told me to give it to the pup\" *Kibaru didn't actually care about getting paid. He was just pulling on the pigs tail*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"It was a suggestion not a sale.\"*The Elf responded before waving the Okamini off and going back to walking.*\"If you want to make money I can easily drop you off at the nearest town and let you run rampant.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well that wasn't fun\" *He said pouting a bit* \"I didn't mind feeding the good boy. But you could have least acted like you associated it...\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I don't have to act out what's already obvious, that would make me a performer, which I'm far from.\"*Terrel said back.*\"And a pig putting on a performance? Ridiculous.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"You could have fooled me\" *He said as his ears twitched and moved a bit*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Ha ha, very funny...\"*He said in turn.*\"You're a jokester aren't you?\"*There would be some sarcasm in his tone though there was a valid question on his side of it.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Boom, that's acting. And yes. I tend to make jokes, pranks and so on\" *He said before looking at the skies* \"Getting dark, huh\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"That's usually what happens at the end of the day.\"*Terrel responded. He'd walk forward to pet his horse on the snout briefly before continuing.*\"You're not scared of it are you?\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Who of what now\" *Kibaru was unsure as to if Terrel was talking to him or the horse and what he was talking about*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would break out into laughter, which with his low voice sounded more maniacal than genuine despite it being just that.*\"What's your name Wolf?\"*He'd finally ask Kibaru, turning to look over at him with an unreadable expression seeing as the pig mask covered most of his face.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I go by Okami... Or I use to. It basically still means wolf though\" *He said rubbing his head as he didn't understand why he was luaghing.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Alright Okami, you like pulling pranks yeh? I know someone you can joke around with.\"*He'd say before turning and placing his foot into one of the horse's stirrups. As he did so, he would hoist himself up onto the horses's back and grab at its reigns to help direct them. It didn't seem like Terrel was planning to give more insight than that, at least not unless Kibaru decided to ask. Though whether or not he decided to question it or go with it was up to him.*"
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Oh, then do tell\" *He asked interested*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would give his horse a light kick to the side to get him to move forwards while the Pig Elf spoke.*\"I know a guy who's into things like mutants and other interesting species of the sort. He even thought my horse was above average intelligence.\"*His horse would let out a snort at the statement shaking his head slightly before continuing to walk.*\"You seem like you can come off as one, a talking wolf nonetheless with the mask... Fooled him once with my own... Though if you can fool him a second time, that would be impressive.\"*Terrel imputed.*\"Or mildly amusing at the least.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I'll take that as a challenge\" *He said as his ears twitched again*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Think of it as an offer. There's that or you can return to your monster friends for the night and give away meat till the days' end.\"*Terrel would say as he began to near a place with fewer trees than the rest of the woods.*\"No reason to be following me otherwise, I'm not interested in your trades.\""
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well... I'm more then just a merchant. I'm running my own business. And No, we don't just sell meat. And after a bit. I'm going to be opening a food market as well\" *He said as he lifted his mask to give a few sniffs*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Oh really? And what kind of food do you plan on selling?\"*Terrel asked in a dubious tone. As Kibaru began to sniff about, Terrel's horse would give a flick of its tail as it huffed in discomfort.*\"Do you have to sniff around me every few steps? I don't think the scent changes that fast.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Ew gross, why would be sniffing you again. I'm just sniffing to get a better idea of my surroundings. And I smell a few herbs close by\" *He said turning to face the wind* \"As for the food... Well, it's going to be ordered. You order and we'll give you a price and time. Maybe ask the recipe, but if you don't have it, then we'll find it. Discount on providing ingredients and being a regular\"\n\n *He then looked back at Terrel* \"By what name shall I call you and when will we meet again. I'm quite curious about that other character you mentioned.\" *He wondered if this character could be interested in his business Ideas* \"Mmm, maybe we should also sell some herbs and spices. We can even offer quests to find these\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"You did it, not me.\"*Terrel would say, shrugging to Kibaru as he questioned why he would be sniffing him. The Pig Elf remained silent while the wolf man explained his plans for having food ordered, soon asking:*\"And what kind of recipes would this consist of...?\"*Terrel didn't completely care of what the man sold, seeing as the Elf could make his own food whenever he felt like it so long as he got the ingredients one way or another. However, he was still curious enough to ask.*\n\n\"You can call me Terrel...\"*He would answer. The Elf didn't mind sharing his name all too much, seeing as it was just a name and with Kibaru continuing his business thoughts, it was clear it was just that.*\"If you plan to play a joke on him, best think of an idea now. I'll be heading back to them soon enough.\""
}
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"That could work.\"*Terrel would respond.*\"After all there's all kind of monsters here, you'd just be playing the role of one.\"*When Kibaru mentioned them needing a chicken, Terrel considered making a comment at the perfectly set up joke, but instead he decided to restrain the idea for the sake of the prankster.*\"What do we need a chicken for exactly?\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"To put it on your head... Well, the pup first then the chicken on him... Then it would be one of those painting where there's a horse, a pig on him, a dog on the pig and a chicken on the dog... Well maybe also get a cat\" *\"Kibaru would say as he didn't even want to humour him about monster anymore. Terrel probably didn't even know what real monster do\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel narrowed his gaze beneath his mask at the change of subjective. Not because of that of annoyance or suspicion but merely confusion. Then again he couldn't say much with his own distractions.*\"You can get all four from one place, it's called a farm.\"*He'd say.*\"There are plenty in Silnaria.\"*Terrel could assume that at most the prank idea must have slipped Kibaru's mind, but who was he to care of what a random wolf person he's found wanted to do? It was none of his business at any rate especially when it seemed Kibaru was insistent on getting some sort of market started to which Terrel could probably look back to later whenever he's traveling again.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Yeah, they are all farm animals. There was a story behind it about why the farm animals stacked on each other... I just can't remember if it was a horse or Ass though\" *He said thinking a bit* \n\n\"What's the best prank towards a siency guy?\" *He seemed to change subject quite quickly but he was just thinking of multiple things at once and brought up which ever subject needed information or insight the most. He scratched his haid a little frustrated and looked around as if expecting a random answer out of the blue*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*With Kibaru constantly switching between subjects, Terrel just decided to go along with it.*\"Whatever you decide to do I'm sure will be hilarious either way.\"*His voice still had that tone of sarcasm, though that was mostly just how it sounded. Of course he could have meant it could be funny whether he was laughing at Kibaru or with, but either way it was still a prank at the end of the day to which Terrel would take no ownership of with how strange this wolf man was.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\" I think I might have a few ideas\" *Kibaru would say letting out a small evil chuckle...* \"Do you know of any new recipes to try?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*With the topic changed once more, Terrel could only assume Kibaru already had a plan in mind. What that plan was, Terrel wasn't sure.*\"A few.\"*He's say in response, soon followed by a light chuckle.*\"Ever made potato soup?\"*The pig would soon tug his horse to a stop as he seemed to find the clearing he was looking for to which he would dismount soon after.*"
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru would put it into his bag that he was loosely carrying on his back* \"I mean, I'll try. But does it only one one Potato?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well with your knowledge, you may need a whole batch, but you can go potato farming on your own.\"*Terrel would answer before taking the wolf pup out of the saddle bag and placing him on the ground to roam around.*\"Who knows, if you cook it right you could probably get a meal out of just one.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"That would barely fit in one cup\" *He said as he started thinking.* \"Besides, what else do I use... And how much of what. What'll be a great compliment to it and how is it best served\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Think of it like bread, even a small loaf can be filling.\"*He stated, grabbing some flint before wandering around the clearing to pick up dry pieces of sticks.*\"You can add any kind of seasonings to it really. With it having little flavor by itself, it's pretty open ended. If you want to make the most out of that one potato you have, just bake it.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I feel like bread and potato soup wouldn't mix. And that was the plan. Just going to go pick a few herbs nearby*\n\" *He said before puncing into a direction only to return after the fire has been started*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Placing down a pile of sticks, Terrel would use the flint to help light a small fire, soon coming to sit down while Kibaru had seemingly wandered off. When he eventually returned, Terrel would finally respond.*\"Potato soup is fine enough by itself.\""
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Ritch, but only before you buy out a store\" *He said as he walked around a bit, searching for fruits. And he would be able to at least find a few berries. Afterwards he returned and took out some meat from his pouch. He would then make a skewer from a branch and put the meat and potato on it. Then he seasoned it with a few herbs he found* \"There we go. As good a snack as any\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Exactly, but I'm not ready to throw away all my money just yet. At least not for a store full of food I can find myself.\"*He'd say before seasoning the potato a bit and waiting for it to cool off, eventually taking a bite from it.*\"What did I tell you? Nothing wrong with a good potato.\"*Terrel would conclude. His Furrow would run down his shoulder while he ate, looking for a good snack of his own while he stared at the potato Terrel was eating.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Where'd you get all of these companions. I've been thinking of getting some myself\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Found one, took another, bought the other... This one here survived an extermination...\"*Terrel would say, peeling off a small piece of the potato and handing it over to the Furrow on his arm to nibble at. My trusting steed you see grazing back there was one of my family's horses and the wolf, I simply bought on a trip to Mentia...\"*He'd explain.*"
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I guess if you think so\" *He said not even wanting to argue about it*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would fall silent, allowing the silence to ensue between them at the lack of needing to say much else. His wolf pup would let out a bark of attention, soon coming to discover the Furrow now much closer to him to which the Furrow would give a shriek in response before vanishing into the Pig Elf's clothing for cover. Meanwhile the Wolf Pup would begin to sniff along Terrel's side, trying to find his now hidden away buddy.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Aren't you afraid the pup might hurt the small creature?\" *He asked as he finished his food before standing up and stretching*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"The Furrow is resourceful.\"*He'd answer, not bothering to bat an eye at the two animals interacting with him practically in the middle of it.*\"After all, he survived an extermination. As for the wolf pup, he simply doesn't know his own size yet.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Exactly what I mean, One bite, even a playful one could make his efforts to survive 'an extermination' mean nothing.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I think an extermination would be more life threatening to him than the whereabouts of a puppy trying to play... Besides he tends to stay hidden most of the time anyways.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Most people thing you'll die from blood loss after loosing an arm... But it's probably going to be infection that actually kills you\" *He said as he sniffed a bit again*"
}
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Fair point, that's why you simply don't lose the arm in the first place.\"*Terrel rebutted. He fell silent again after, the only noise of him hearing being that of Kibaru sniffing around again.*\"What are you sniffing for this time?\"*He asked.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Why, it making you uncomfortable having me sniff around like this?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Just makes me curious if you're aware of it... You seem to do it when and when you're not searching for something. You know you have other senses as well.\"*He'd point out.*\"Speaking of which, you could put to use if you're planning on staying awake for a while.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Semi aware of it. I know I do it, but I'm not always aware of when I start. Sometimes I can't even remember if I did it. Besides, my sense of smell is a little stronger then my sense of sound. They also give more detail on what I hear. Like what creature I hear running by. Or gender. Even about rare spices nearby\" *He said as he tapped the nose to his mask. After his ears would twitch and turn a bit* \"What do you mean 'put to use to stay awake'?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Someone has to stay awake to keep watch.\"*Terrel would say.*\"Seeing as you're already doing so without fully realizing, I figured you wouldn't mind making sure no other monsters come out in the night.\"*The Pig Elf was already seeming to rest rather lax upon the ground as he spoke, though it was clear he was still awake.*\"Unless you'd rather travel off into the night in search of whatever animal companions you're looking for.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru would then climb into a tree before getting comfortable* \"I was planing on leaving. But I guess since you asked so nicely, I can't exactly refuse\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Have fun then.\"*He'd say before allowing himself to doze slightly.*\"I'll be seeing you in the morning, or not, if you decide to leave the pig for slaughter in the middle of the night.\"*Terrel had no reason to trust the Wolf Man would keep watch all night, after all they had just met, but there was a surprising lack of concern over it. Perhaps it was because he was already used to traveling on his own. That or he was used to getting attacked in the middle of the night, most likely the first idea however.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I'd rather kill you myself then leave others to simply fail at it\" *Kibaru stated yawning a bit. He two was use to sleeping in the wilds alone. Only difference is that he didn't have conpanions to wake nor protect him. He would close his eyes and enter a very light sleep. One that would be interrupted by the horse snorting*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Where there would usually be a snarky comment in response, Kibaru would find himself being met with silence. Terrel laid upon the ground, his chest lightly rising and falling to signify that he had dozed off. His wolf pup curled up at his side while the Pig Elf's gloved hand rested just atop him. His horse would merely sniff along at the grass, picking apart the more edible portions while the others rested before soon finding itself content after the meal it provided himself.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*After the sun would be on the verge of rising, Kibaru would stretch and yawn.* \"I didn't sleep well at all... Oh, how I didn't miss this of traveling. Think I want to go back home... Catch some proper zeez\" *He looked down at Terrel and his conpanions.* \"I hope at least he slept well\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would remain asleep for some time, the only sign if him awakening being the slight twitch in muscle. He'd let out a yawn, coming to find himself staring up at the new dawn sky with that brief look of confusion some tend to have as they try to process the events from the night before. Terrel turned his head to the side to glance up at the tree Kibaru was in.*\"Oh right, you're still here.\"*He'd say before eventually sitting up.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Nope. Just an halusanation from the drugs I fed you while you were sleeping\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Funny, I would have thought the hallucinations would be more entertaining.\"*He'd say, slowly rising up to his feet. The action itself, caused his wolf pup to stir and hop up in excitement as if he had been waiting for the Pig Elf to wake up for a while now. Terrel picked up the wolf pup, taking him over to his horse to place him back into one of the saddlebags.*"
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Guess your mind must just be bland. Well at least it's not that bad, seeing as I'm part of the halusanation\" *He said before hopping off of the tree and stretching.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Sure could be worst. Could be a whole pack of you wolves.\"*He'd say, placing a foot into one of the stirrups and pulling himself up onto his horse's back.*\"Speaking of which, don't you have one to find?\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"One what?\" *Kibaru asked a bit confused*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"A pack, unless of course you consider yourself one of those lone wolf types.\"*He'd answer as he grabbed the lead of his horse to redirect him.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I think I prefer the lone wolf act. I'm not really a team player. Besides, having to much opinions on the same matter gets under my skin.\" *He said shivering a bit* \"I don't want to get told rushing in is stupid when in actuality my plan involves rushing in*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Then go rush into things, I won't stop you.\"*The Elf said.*\"Telling others what to do is for hierarchies anyways.\"*Terrel gave his horse a light tap, causing him to begin trotting off a bit.*\"I don't think you're a lone wolf though. I think you seek companions like anyone else would. It's just you don't have any.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"No, I'm just afraid to make any\" *Kibaru knew the truth, the truth was that he's recklessness just didn't suit most people's style. That and he tended to be to stubborn about things*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel tilted his head back a bit towards Kibaru. He could understand that much at least. Making companions was no easy feat either.*\"Well if you're brave enough to commit to that merchant idea of yours, making companions would just end up being another plus.\"*Terrel's words brought some truth to it. After all, he found himself having to work with others on his Mercenary jobs whether he preferred to or not. It was just as things tended to work.*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"That's pme way of looking at it. But when dealing with money, it's easier to read people. Dealing with emotions though isn't my strong suit\" *He said as he leaned back a bit with his spine giving the occupational snapping noises* \"There we go, Guess this is where we greet each other farewell then?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He gave a light shrug of his shoulders.*\"Emotions aren't many peoples' strong suits, wouldn't always make you the odd one out just usually.\"*With Kibaru asking if this was where they say their goodbyes, Terrel would respond.*\"Yeah, got some business to tend to and you as well it seems, but who knows? Probably won't be long before we see each other again.\"*With that he would give his horse a kick to the side to get him to start trotting onward.*\"Goodbye for now Wolf Man.\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Yeah...\" *He would fall silent and move his mask on top of his head when Terrel was out of sight* \"Should have asked directions... Aw well, Guess I've got nothing better to do anyway\""
}
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna slowly trudged her way through light sheet of snow that layered the ground. While the chill still seemed to bother her, at least some of what was brought during the winter was starting to disappear in time. She made her way through the woods of Salvania, following an invisible trail she had long grown used to since she had been here. The faint noise of a babbling brook was just enough evidence of the eventual return of the warmth. It had been a while since she had time to visit her camp and, with Eggbert soon on their way, she debated between whether or not this place would be well suited for the new hatchling.\n\nShe passed by a thin line of trees, the ones that typically marked the entrance to the clearing she stayed at. Every now and then, her feet would crunch on fallen sticks, causing her to look down to come to find the collapsed bits of what was once her self-made tent.\n\nShe could recall the small burrow in the snow she had once made with the help of a doctor she once encountered, something else that was long gone with the melting of some of the snow and, looking at the place now it seemed like an utter mess, near impossible to tell anyone once camped here. She scanned the tree line, her ears instinctively raised and alert for any sign of dangers that could have made their way into the forest with her having left it in the time she had. Bending over, she'd slowly begin picking up the twigs and branches that had collapsed into the area. Maybe she could make something new from it.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*Juna would able to hear both the heavy thud of rocks against the soil and the light steps of a smaller being. What was large was incredibly so, and what was light seemed to be humanoid.*\n\n*Diao and Xue San would be walking through the winter woods, the former shivering in a gambeson she had conjured up.*\n\nDiao-\"Why are we in this forest again?\"\n\nXue San-\"It was your idea to try and experiment with cold.\"\n\nDiao-\"Maybe next time, I'll try and see if I can add some fur to this thing.\"\n\n*The two would be completely unaware of the canifor near them.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna grew still at the sudden thudding noise seemingly coming from a distance, her tail fur spiking up at the sound. She'd quickly stand up, darting behind the nearest tree as her ears raised up to listen out for where it was coming from, whatever it was anyways.\n\nFaintly, she could hear another sound of steps accompanying it, one more quiet and human-like with the sound of voices coming from the pair. Who could possible traveling all the way out in the forest in this cold? Hunters? Thieves? Assassins? Juna silently cursed to herself for thinking the worst, but she couldn't deny that it wouldn't be so far fetched. The Canifor considered climbing up into the tree for a better look, soon debating with the idea after what had happened in Lymia.*\n\n\"Who's there-\"*She'd say in mostly a whisper from what cover the tree provided. Her hand would go to the string of her bow, running along it slowly to help relax slightly. She didn't plan on using it, she didn't want to use it.*"
}
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{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*Immediately after hearing the voice, Diao draws her sword from her hip, looking all around her. Xue San stands back to back with her, ready to defend his summoner.*\n\n\"Who's there? Why don't you show yourself and we'll know!\"\n\n*Diao's posture is like steel; strong and firm, yet looks defensive. She wasn't willing to fight; she was hoping there wasn't one. Xue San was a powerful combatant, but if she was targeted, it wouldn't matter.*\n\n\"I'm not here for trouble!\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna fell silent, her ears picking the faintest shift in movement. Her hand tightened on the string of her bow, waiting for a moments' pause as she would hesitate. They didn't know where she was, that was good right? Though with their demands to show herself, it wasn't bound to last. She didn't like being ground level, it made her feel more vulnerable, but on the bright side, they did say they weren't here for trouble. How true those words were, was still up for debate.\n\nJuna turned around, peaking out from behind the tree at the woman and her summon. She had her sword drawn already, this couldn't possibly end well for the Canifor.*\"Why do you draw your weapon then...\"*She murmured, mostly at question to herself.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*The elf blinked as a Canifor appeared from behind the tree, seemingly alone as well. As Juna got a closer look, she would see that the newcomer would be missing her left arm entirely.*\n\n\"I'm an alone woman with only a single arm. I think it's quite reasonable to be ready to defend myself if needed.\"\n\n*Diao knew that she was lying. It was really the warrior instinct imprinted into her that has her draw her sword at the first sign of potential danger.*\n\n*Diao doesn't sheathe her blade, but does lower it.*\n\n\"Who are you?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna eyed the woman's sword as she lowered it, her gaze slowly traveling up to the woman's missing arm.*\"Right... Right... Of course...\"*Juna would say with a quiet sigh. As the woman asked who she was, Juna would drop her gaze away from her, murmuring:*\"I'm... Juna...\"*There was a moments' pause in her words as she'd look back over to Diao, debating how true her words were. She had certainly heard another noise accompanying her. With the sword still left unsheathed, Juna considered grabbing the stick Grey had given her to use as some form of protection, though in this situation she doubted it would do much more than snap in half by a single blow from the sword.*\"Can you... Please put the sword away...?\"*She'd ask, not moving from the safety of the tree.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Diao!\"\n\n*A voice yells out, and it's nearly identical to Diao's, except it seems to be created through a magical humming rather than vocal cords. A large stone golem enters the clearing, standing behind Diao, who turns back.*\n\n\"It's fine, Xue San.\"\n\n*Diao turns back, hesitantly putting her sword away.*\n\n\"Well, I suppose you know who I am now.\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna shrunk back as the shouts from the golem rang in her ears, soon followed by its appearance that managed to support Juna's initial thought of there being another. It wasn't human that's for sure, perhaps a summon of sorts? Seeing Diao sheathe her sword, Juna would finally take a timid step out from behind the tree, looking between the two before eventually giving a small dip of her head.*\"It's... Nice to meet you two...\"*She'd say before looking up at the two of them with a more confused expression.*\"What are you two doing out in this cold...?\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"I was hoping I could learn some magic about the cold, but it seems like nature had other plans.\"\n\n*Juna didn't look like too much of a threat, with a timid personality and a smaller figure. A bow seemed to be her weapon; a hunter, most likely?*\n\n\"What about you?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*'Magic about the cold?' Part of Juna was tempted to ask what she meant by that, but knowing how dense she usually was, she figured she wasn't meant to take it in the literal sense. Being asked what she was doing here, Juna would gesture her hand out to the clearing they were in.*\"This... Is my camp...\"*Of course the camp hardly looked like suitable living place with most of it having been destroyed and, looking back at it, Juna's ears couldn't help but lower.*\"Or... Well what's left of it... I was... Trying to fix it back up but... I heard a loud noise and...\"*She'd turn to look over at the golem, rubbing at her arm absently to warm herself up a bit.*\"Thought it was someone coming to attack...\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Oh... Well, I can help you rebuild it! Though, not me myself; I'm too weak for that.\"\n\n\"Diao, the arm?\"\n\n\"...Right, the arm. Just let me get more help first. Excuse me Juna, this might be a bit bright.\"\n\n*Diao places her hand on the ground, and two circles begin to appear. Ethereal stones form and gather around until they each form an armored figure identical to the first golem.*\n\n*Next, she stands up, and an outline of two arms appear where her normal ones are. Steel and bronze begin to wrap around them, covering her arm and replacing the other until Diao's upper limbs are entirely metallic.*\n\n\"There we go. Now, what would you like me to do?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna squinted her eyes against the light generating from Diao creating herself a pair of metallic arms, her expression showing a bit of surprise. It had been a while since she's seen a spell caster, at least one with this many capabilities to the point of being able to replace their own limbs with something more mechanical. \n\nIt took Juna a moment to realize that Diao was asking her a question, too entranced by the magic to realize she was offering assistance.*\"Huh...?\"*She'd question, snapping herself back to the present.*\"You... You want to help...?\"*Juna would ask in a tone of surprise, almost as if the idea was foreign to her, debatably so anyways.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Yeah! What else am I going to do here? I can't study just out in the open; it's way too cold to do anything here.\"\n\n*Confidently, Diao places her new mechanical arms on her hips, smiling.*\n\n\"I got 3 golems to help as well. We'll get this done in no time!\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's tail would give a small flick, the faintest hint of hope emanating inside her.*\"Well...\"*She said, scanning her surroundings. The Canifor would walk over to grab at a single stick lying discarded on the ground, wondering if any of the twigs would be dependable enough to work as support here with how much of nature had already died away for the winter.*\"I used to have a tent here... I'm... Not too sure if it will be able to hold up with just the sticks around here...\"*Juna knew she would also have to consider, making space for the new addition coming soon, but as of currently, she wasn't quite sure how to fix up this place enough for just her and Jace.*\"Do you... Think it would be possible to... Find some stronger wood to make a tent large enough for three... Erm... People...?\"*She'd question, by that meaning one person and two animals, but she couldn't bring herself to explain the whole situation after the woman had already offered her help. Fortifying and finding a way to protect this place would have to come later for now.*"
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{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Well, we could tie several smaller sticks together. Or maybe cut down a tree for some more branches? Then we just need some cloth, or some form of cover. I can make an axe if we need to.\"\n\n*Diao summons a wood chopping axe, the similar steel bands forming once again. If there was a problem, there was always a solution. Always. Just need to work hard enough to find it.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna took a moment to think it over, with the right materials maybe they would be able to both clear the area and build something up for her and her animals.\n\nAs Diao mentioned cutting down some of the trees, soon summoning an axe to her hands, her eyes would shoot up towards her.*\"Wa- wait!\"*She paused. If she were to cut the trees down, it would only make the area more open for intruders and a lot windier too with the cold. Surely that wouldn't be safe for a new hatchling.*\"Maybe... It would be better to... Cut away from camp...?\"*She'd suggest more timidly.*\"It's just... I don't want to ruin it by... Making this place too open to... People who may not be coming with the best of intents...\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Oh... Yeah, sure! I've got no problem with that, as long as you can lead me back here.\"\n\n*Diao places a hand on the back of her neck, slightly flustered.*\n\n*The first golem that was summoned speaks up.*\n\n\"You should invest in some metal rods so it can hold up, then cover it in leaves to hide it.\"\n\n*Diao began to wonder who this hunter was. They didn't seem to be evil or anything, but why were they hiding? An outlaw? Or just someone isolated from society?*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"A... Metal rod...?\"*It took her a moment to figure out what the Golem meant by that before it finally clicked with her.*Oh- right... You're right... I should... Look for some when I return to town...\"*She'd say, murmuring the last part a bit. That would probably be better for her, but with so many people knowing where her camp was, maybe she should consider relocating all together. However, it would be rude for this woman to have offered help only for the Canifor to want to move everything. Looking out towards the rest of the forest, she'd say.*\"Maybe... We can cut down some of the... Smaller trees...? The ones that... May not be able to grow fully...? There is... A brook nearby that may have some... Maybe I can collect some stones to help rebuilt the campfire there as well...\"\n\n*Juna had said out the words so quietly, that it was a debate of whether she was thinking aloud or actually suggesting they went through with it. Maybe the Canifor was a bit distracted as it was, a bit unsure of what she wanted to do herself.*"
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{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Xue San, not everyone likes metal. It's strong, sure, but some people just like the natural stuff. You could probably invest in some hardwood like ash or oak, coated in a resin or something so water doesn't get through.\"\n\n\"Sure, just tell me where to chop!\"\n\n*Diao throws the axe in the air and catches it repeatedly.*\n\n\"You ok? You look spaced out.\"\n\n*The canifor didn't seem to be very strong-willed. She definitely wasn't familiar with the city; hell, she didn't even know what a metal pole was!*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*With the two going back and forth about what she should build with, Juna found herself altering her attention between the two of them, unsure of how she was meant to get all the supplies they mentioned. She knew so little about structure work.\n\nAs Diao would suddenly ask if the Canifor was alright, Juna would quickly shake her head, realizing that she was mumbling again. It was true there was a lot on her mind, but it was too much to have to explain.*\"Yeah... Yeah I'm fine...\"*She'd say quietly, turning her gaze out towards the forest.*\n\n\"The brook should be this way...\"*She'd say, slowly turning away. Her ears had rose to the sound of rushing water, always a sign of where her camp was.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*Seeing Juna's ears rise, Diao tries to listen closely, eventually also hearing the flow of the river.*\n\n\"Oh, by the river! Always a nice place to be.\"\n\n*Diao begins to head towards where Juna is facing, followed by the three golems.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would give a light shake of her head at the mention of the river. Turning away, Juna would lead her past the treeline, carefully stepping down a small slope, speckled by the light snowfall. It wasn't a long trip as just ahead a small stream of water would be visible.*\"Brook.\"*She would say, coming to walk down closer to it.*\"It's much smaller than a river.\"*'And less intimidating...' She'd think to herself. There weren't many stones to be able to work with, most just small smooth pebbles that one could collect. The place seemed close, but just about far enough to be out of the view of the camp. Around here it seemed like some of the trees grew thinner than the rest and gesturing towards the other side of the brook, Juna would say:*\"Maybe... You can try the trees on that side...?\"\n\n*The brook seemed small enough to leap over with a carefully timed jump, not too wide for anyone to jump, simply wide enough for anyone carelessness enough to fall in, not that it was very deep anyways. Then again with how close it was outside, it was better to avoid anyways.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Ah, should have known that. It's too quiet, now that I realize it.\"\n\n*As the pair walk over to the brook, the golems continue to walk, standing in the brook and forming a bridge with their arms. Diao walks over them, crossing over and landing on dry land. Once she's there, she picks out a small tree, and slams the axe into its side, burying the blade halfway through.*\n\n\"What do you plan to do?\"\n\n*One of the golems turns to the others.*\n\n\"She really walks all over us, huh?\"\n\n\"I heard that!\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh at the conversation, walking over to the bridge of golems and tilting her head at them. They sure were efficient, but Juna had already lost her magical capabilities some time ago.*\n\n\"I think... I'll look around for any stones that could be useful for a campfire later...\"*Walking to the edge of brook, Juna would gaze at the small grassy patches, a bit downcast to find a lack of many rocks that she was looking. Especially with them already being wet, there was hardly a chance of getting enough for a campfire tonight. \n\nReaching into the bag on her back, she would pull out the shaven stick Grey had given to her before, one that once supposed to help her protect herself with like some kind of staff though she had not yet found use in with her time of having it for herself. Carefully she'd poke around the area with it, shifting small mounds of dirt and snow to find the half buried rocks she was looking for and picking up the small pieces.\n\nEventually the Canifor would glance up from her task, watching Diao with a new sense of curiosity as she chipped away at the wooden stalks that made up the trees in the area.*"
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{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"A staff is a staff no matter how long it is. Though, longer tends to be better.\"\n\n*Diao forms a small metallic staff in her hand, barely the length of a sword.*\n\n\"See this? This is a hanbo; a type of small staff. As for the dagger, it's much better suited for offense due to how small it is.\"\n\n*Diao tilts her head after throwing one more last tree and crossing back over to Juna.*\n\n\"Who told you?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would look at the staff Diao magically created, repeating the name silently in her head. The Canifor wasn't sure just how many different staffs there were out there, but she was starting to feel as if she had hardly scratched the basics of them.\n\nStaffs of multiple sizes. Juna knew bows that came that way, but she only ever used her hunting one. As Diao would cross back over to her, asking the question, she'd respond with:*\"A... Canifor... I told him that... I wanted to be able to protect myself without having to kill others so much and... He gave me this... I'm... I'm still not completely confident with using it, but... I figured that it's better than using my dagger and hunting bow to fight people...\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Ah... A dagger and hunting bow? Those are *Not* Good weapons for defending yourself at all. Example, if I took this hanbo here, which is around the size of a sword or club, would you be able to beat me with a dagger or bow? This is around the length of many weapons bandits use, along with knives. Those are dangerous, since they're difficult to defend against.\"\n\n*Diao almost decides to prove her point by almost hitting Juna with the hanbo (without touching) but then decides not to. It really wouldn't make a good impression, though it would certainly get the point across.*\n\n\"You should really learn how to use a better self-defense weapon than just a dagger, especially if there's multiple people around. Quarterstaff is one of the better ones, due to its length. You don't even need to hit the head with it; you could strike the arms and legs and incapacitate them instead.\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"They're... The only weapons I've had and... Know how to use...\"*She'd murmur as Diao pointed out the weapons not being good for defending herself. Up until she came to stay in this forest, Juna never thought she would have been in a situation to where she have needed to use them to defend herself. However, ever since the event at the tavern, it had started becoming more and more apparent that she was going to have to and neither her nor her own hunting tools were able to keep up.\n\nJuna listen to Diao explaining the weapons bandits would use, finding herself unable to answer whether or not she'd be able to beat her with her own weapons. Honestly if she was going by skill alone, she'd have just said no, but this was weaponry they were talking about. She had been so used to shooting from a distance that she knew so little about fighting up close and now hearing the battlefield being described to her, she didn't feel ready.*\n\n\"I... I know...\"*She would say quietly towards Diao saying she needed to learn better self-defense. Her ears would lower on her head as yet another staff was named that she hadn't heard of. She felt so lost.*\"I... Just don't know what to do... I don't know how to teach myself... And if I try using this staff I'm afraid I'll do more harm than good to myself...\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Well, if you don't know how to use one, I can teach you. I used to be a big weapons fighter myself until I lost an arm; ever since I've been trying to figure out how to get it back. Now I have these.\"\n\n*Diao gestures to her metallic arms. Truth be told, despite being a weapons master when she was younger, years of weakening and a lack of practice had caused her to forget many techniques that could be performed with weapons. Fortunately, she still had the basics, and the quarterstaff, or any staff, was a simple weapon to use.*\n\n\"It's simple to use really, and doesn't take too much practice. No need for edge alignment as with swords and axes, and you can grip it nearly anywhere.\"\n\n*It seems that Juna needed a little more self confidence. Maybe this would help? In the meantime, the golems would have picked up the fallen trees and carried them back to the campsite.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"You can...?\"*Juna would ask somewhat hesitantly. Times like this the Canifor would wonder if it were to good to be true to be able to find someone skilled enough this type of weaponry and willing to show her the basics. She could at least give Grey credit where it was due, but maybe the extra practice will give her the confidence boost she needed.\n\nIt was always her personal feelings that had left her hesitant in fighting, cowering away from the fear of getting herself hurt or hurting another, but just this once she'd have to suppress them. She had a hatchling on the way and like Grey said there would be a point in time where she'd have to choose between them or the ones trying to hurt them. \n\nIt was dreary to think about, even more tiring as she knew that things would only get harder from here on out even if she was able to learn how to use a staff confidently. For now, however, she had a chance to learn. A way that could work with her own way of going about things by learning a new skill set all together.*\n\n\"Yes please-\"*She'd say in a quiet tone, her risk flicking to and fro. The Canifor didn't even notice the golems heading off back to camp, more focused on the woman before her. It was rather fascinating to see someone who's lost their original capabilities and still able to work around it. Surely if Diao could figure it out, Juna could as well.*"
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{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"I can indeed! If you're going to learn how to use a staff though, you're going to have to fight like it's second nature. If you hesitate, you get hit. If you need to think about what's next, you die. Fighting is inherently dangerous. Be sure to train hard.\"\n\n*Diao rubs the back of her neck, her tone changing to a more embarrassed one.*\n\n\"Though admittedly, I haven't been able to train in years because of my situation. It's only been about a week or two since I've had the arms. So maybe we can get better together!\"\n\n*Diao conjures up a quarterstaff, tossing it to Juna, before creating her own and spinning it a few times.*\n\n\"Wow... That feels nice to use.\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*'Second nature?' Juna wondered. Usually it was her first nature to try to avoid fighting unless someone was looking for trouble, but even then she still found herself hesitating with her bow, knowing full well one wrong shot could be enough to kill someone on sight. She didn't like the thought of it, the mere image of what her arrows alone could do to those who may have been innocent all along, sickening her. Her shortbow was meant for hunting, nothing more, maybe now she could finally retire it from the life of combat.\n\nLost in thought for a moment, Juna almost didn't see the staff that Diao had tossed to her, quickly dropping the stick she had to catch it more easily with a slight flinch to it. She looked at the staff she held, her grip loosening and tightening on it, maybe she could become attuned into using it to where she didn't have to think much in the moment of combat, much like her bow, though her bow took years of practice to get to where she was now.\n\nDiao said the staff wasn't as hard to learn, but to train hard perhaps for the sake of moving in the motion. She looked back up towards Diao, her gaze shifting to the arm she had once recalled missing from its place.*\"How... Did you lose your arm...?\"*Juna would ask, hoping she wasn't bringing up something that could have been personal while she took the time to get into one of the guard stances Grey had shown her to see if it felt any different with this new staff.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*The woman would study the canifor as she looked at the staff. Just as she thought. Only hunting animals, never people. In fighting, you had to be the danger, not the one hunting it.*\n\n\"Ah, my arm? Well, I had an angry challenger who lost to me. He poisoned me using the tea during the duel, and I was weakened enough that he was able to cut off my arm with his sword. I ended up killing him soon afterwards.\"\n\n*Diao grimaces ever so slightly, still remembering the feeling.*\n\n\"It's also why I'm weak as hell now. If I had retained my strength I could have used a heavier weapon, but the poison just crippled me. Hence why I have these.\"\n\n*Diao suddenly gets in a stance, and throws a solid diagonal blow at Juna, making sure to stop before actually hitting her.*\n\n\"Block!\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"...Poison...?\"*She'd say in a tone of quiet disbelief. Surely one never had to reduce themselves than needing to use poison to win a fight. Wasn't that a coward's way of winning? As the thought crossed her mind, she suddenly question if she should be the one to judge knowing full well she was a coward herself, but to think that one act left Diao scarred for potentially the rest of her life didn't sit right in her.*\n\n\"I'm... So sorry...\"*She murmured, her ears lowering down atop her. Maybe it would have been better if she didn't ask, she could tell that speaking about it now still seemed the wound the woman just as much as the poison still did day to day.\n\nSuddenly seeing Diao swing the staff down towards her, she'd raise her own to block it more so out of instinct than actually knowing how to best react to it. Her eyes would squeeze shut, almost as if she were expecting to get hit by it anyways in her flinching away from expecting it to come.*"
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{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"It's the opposite of instinct to face danger. Typically, we want to be far away as possible. But not warriors. Whether its with swords, hands, or staves, we *Are* The danger. We look our enemy in the eye. You just need to train that instinct out. Again!\"\n\n*Diao brings her staff back again, performing another diagonal strike, but pulling it at the last second and stabbing at Juna's body instead. Using the momentum of the strike, the artificer once again whirls her weapon around for another strike near the head.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*The Canifor couldn't bring herself to feel much like a warrior out here, much less a real danger when having to face this armless woman with surprising ability. Juna raised her staff again to be able to brace against Diao's strike soon finding herself being faked out. Though instead of moving her staff back into time, she merely found herself trying to shift her body out of the way of it only for her to switch up once more and send an aim towards her head.\n\nJuna found herself ducking down, using her already raised staff to try to block again, forcing herself not to close her eyes as they threatened to with a narrow of her eyes. She didn't feel like she was using the staff as she would have liked, using only her lithe movements to get out of the way of her constant swings at her. Something about this felt more familiar to her. As if something similar had happened to her despite only ever having a bow in hand.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*Diao raises an eyebrow at Juna's tactics, seemingly impressed. The Canifor was better than she thought; it was the attitude that was lacking. Already she was focused on facing the danger before her... If Diao could even still be called a danger.*\n\n\"Not bad! You can't block every attack; it's nearly impossible. Dodging is a viable option in many scenarios. But so is fighting back!\"\n\n*A slower swing comes down vertically from Diao. It seems like she was giving Juna the chance to react appropriately.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Part of Juna felt like it was the other way around with blocking being an option while dodging seemed to be the only thing that really allowed her to work without thinking. It was the one skill set she already had learned from being an archer, evading and retreating back. Except retreating wasn't an option now. \n\nSeeing the swing coming down towards her more slowly this time, Juna found herself finally able to make proper use out of blocking as she'd raise the staff to meet it, soon slowly backing away right after as if she felt hesitant in actually swinging the staff back at Diao. She lowered the staff back down, holding it diagonally once more, waiting for another attack. Avoiding was one thing, fighting back was another.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*It seems like she couldn't expect everything. She was hoping Juna would counterattack after blocking, leaving out prime opportunities for her to strike back. Alas, that was not the case.*\n\n\"In fighting, Juna, your goal is to hurt your opponent. To stop them from hurting you and hurt them back. Always. Strike. Back!\"\n\n*With every word comes another strike, battering at Juna's guard with flowing diagonal strikes, alternating from left to right. The pace of the strikes becomes faster and faster, hopefully to get Juna to respond.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"But. I don't want. To hurt you.\"*She'd say between blocks, having to quickly alternate between using the staff to protect her and dodging when she couldn't move fast enough. Each strike seemed to push her back more and more. Her environment closing in on her with her drawing dangerously closer to the trees and having to avoid them with every step without looking back. None of them seemed to get Juna to push back. Evading and retreating, her archery tactic showing even now as even she wasn't sure how she could bring herself to swing back without feeling the lining of a bow and feathered arrow between her fingers, this would take complete force, one she never really had to muster in a fight.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*Didn't want to hurt her? Was that because of her own passive nature? Or because she wasn't a threat? This awakened a call in Diao she didn't have before; the anger of a rushing river.*\n\n*Diao slams the end of her staff in the ground, and a mechanical armor suddenly covers her, her face concealed with a mask and her voice distorted. The weapon transforms into a fearsome Dadao; a heavy two handed sword.*\n\n\"Fight back!\"\n\n*The shorter yet heavier weapon resulted in powerful blows that were quickly followed up with one another. It almost seemed that this time, Diao was seeking to hurt Juna with the secretly blunted weapon. A diagonal was quickly followed with an upward blow, which used the momentum for a downward cut, flowing into another diagonal, and so on.*\n\n\"If you can't beat back a threat you might as well be dancing with it!\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's eyes would widen, watching the staff transform into sword as a quiet yelp would rise in her throat. She backed away from the sword, forgetting her staff altogether as her back would find itself met with another tree.*\"Diao- what are you doing??\"*She'd question quickly darting completely away from it this time.*\n\n\"Diao-!\"*How could a simple spar turn so quickly? Was it something she said? There was a feeling of doubt coursing through her. How was a staff meant to match against a sword like that? She backed away further. If this was gonna turn into a dance, then Juna must be the master of it because now she couldn't bring herself to even get close to the raging woman.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"I'm teaching you a lesson! If you don't defend your opponent can press the attack without worry! Make them think twice before attacking!\"\n\n*Diao increases her pace, knocking the lighter staff aside again and again before lightly whacking one of Juna's arms, enough to hurt a bit but not enough to truly injure her.*\n\n\"That's an arm off!\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna winced as the sword hit her arm, her grip with said hand loosening away at the staff. Maybe she should have thought better of asking a random person she met to help teach her how to use a staff, each swing at her, causing her to grow more and more tired from all the evading.\n\nHer arm grew sore and with a lack of much breath, she came to an eventually stop, heaving tiredly as she simply held the staff in front of her as her only protection she had left. It felt so impossible to her, how could people easily do this day to day? She could hardly keep up with her own agility. Some lesson she was learning now. Her ears lowered at the thought, she would have already been one arm short without anything done to the enemy. How was she supposed to do this? She said she could do it, but now she was proving her own self wrong.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*Diao lifts the visor to her newly created set of armor, sighing.*\n\n\"Juna, you won't get anything done by only defending. Eventually your opponent *Will* Land a hit. It's not a matter of if, it's a matter of when, and how badly. You don't need to become a master, just proficient so that not everyone can just steamroll you with a knife and malicious intent.\"\n\n\"Let's try again. The staff's main advantage is its reach and power. When I try and attack with this sword, you take the end of the staff and stab it at me, wherever you wish. We'll go slow.\"\n\n*Diao walks forward, brandishing the sword.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna lowered her head defeatedly as Diao spoke to her, almost as if she were being scolded.*\"I know... I-\"*She's been saying those words a lot lately, though every time they escaped her, it only made them sound more empty. Maybe she just doesn't know. If she knew surely she would have hit back by now. At least Diao was willing to give her another chance, but by now the Canifor's heart was racing so much that she found herself having to lean against her staff for a short bit.\n\nIt was small moment of being traumatized in the midst of feeling being unsure of the woman's sanity, but maybe it was time she took her advice before she really got hurt from it. No, before someone she cared about got hurt because of it. She wasn't learning this just for herself and she had to remember that for the sake of those she cared about. Juna would hold her staff across her torso once again. Her eyes focusing on the sword before shifting to Diao. Her breathing slowed, body going lax for a moment in a sense of calm.*\"I'm ready now...\"*She'd murmur.*"
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{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Alright, make sure to hit me first!\"\n\n*Diao performs another diagonal swing, slower than her previous strikes. It seems that Juna wasn't able to quite keep up with the offensive pace; hopefully she would learn how to stop an attack before it happened.*\n\n*Suddenly, she realized something. This was nearly the exact same situation as her last fight. A furious sword-wielding assailant, fighting against a weakened Polearm wielder, being able to take her arm. Juna would be able to see a moment of hesitation in Diao as she went for the strike; the one thing she said not to do.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would turn to the side with the swing moving slow enough for her to avoid through her tiredness, lowering her hands down along the staff, she would quickly swing the staff just a horizontal arc towards the woman's head, her body moving faster than her mind as she tried to focus on attacking like the woman asked her to.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*The helmet rings out like a bell as the quarterstaff strikes the helmet head on, flush against the steel. The elf stumbles in the direction of the blow, taking off her helmet and visibly dizzy.*\n\n\"That was good! I didn't react in time myself though... I could have rolled with the blow to lessen the impact.\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Are you... Okay...?\"*Juna would ask hesitantly as she took notice of how dizzy she was. The Canifor readjusted her hold on the staff, returning it back to its regular position as she would back away a bit.*\"You... Hesitated...\"*She would say more quietly.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Yeah, I did. It's the exact same thing that happened to me, what just happened. My main weapon is a polearm. My opponent, the one who cut off my arm, used a sword like this.\"\n\n*Diao raises the Dadao.*\n\n\"When I was weakened with the poison, I found myself unable to fight back. My opponent cut my arm off that way.\"\n\n*A wry smile forms on the elf's face.*\n\n\"Fear is like a poison, I guess.\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna paused, staring at the weapon she held, wondering why she used it if it caused such trauma. If fear was really a poison, then Juna must be poisoned as well.*\"Why... Do you wield the weapon... If it brings back bad memories...?\"*She'd dare to ask. Slowly, she'd begin to circle Diao, finding it better to keep on the move with her unable to tell if the Elf was going to start attacking again or not. At least this way she could brace herself.*"
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{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"I was just acting on instinct. I guess I knew how it could apply the pressure by using shorter, and therefore faster, strikes. Not intentional.\"\n\n\"Anyway, that was good! If I wasn't wearing that helmet, I'd probably be out. Let's go again. Block, strike, dodge, whatever works. Just don't let me touch you!\"\n\n*After the end of training, the sun created bright flaming streaks along the brook. Diao, now sweaty, dismisses all her gear, including her arms, leaving herself with only her straight sword and robes.*\n\n\"That was good! I hope you got something from it.\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna found herself leaning on her staff tiredly, it practically being the only support for her as she rested her head against it. Her breathing came rapidly, small puffs of air escaping her lips in the cold atmosphere while lines of sweat fell along the side of her head.*\"Ye... Yeah...\"*She'd barely manage to get out. How did people do this so often without getting tired?*\"Thank you... Diao... For... For all the help...\"*The Canifor would close her eyes, not feeling like moving as she'd stay where she was for the time being.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*Diao was spent as well, breathing hard and exhausted. It seems that seemed even more tired than Juna was, but was trying not to show it.*\n\n\"Yeah, no problem! I've needed this training as well if I'm going to be honest. The golems should be done setting up camp, by the way.\"\n\n*Diao lets herself rest, leaning against a tree.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would slowly open her eyes to peer over at Diao, watching her in silence. Forcing herself to stand up right, she would gradually walk over to her with the staff, giving a light bow of her head before holding out her staff to hand it back to her.*\"You're a good teacher...\"*She'd murmur.*\"A... A pretty scary one but... Good... Even if you don't think you're as strong as how you were... It... Probably just made it safer for me...\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*Diao is stunned at Juna's gesture, eventually taking the staff and dismissing it.*\n\n\"I never thought myself as a teacher... Just a warrior. Thank you. Really. And I'm glad I could help you.\"\n\n*Diao bows as well, not able to place her hands together seeing that she was missing one.*\n\n\"Remember to stand strong, but be flexible. Like bamboo. Then whip back around and strike them back.\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's tail would give a light flick, the Canifor finding herself smiling.*\"Thank you Diao...\"*She'd say to her before turning her gaze back towards where her camp was.*\"We should... Probably head back... I...I'm glad that you decided helped me with fixing it up...\"\n\n*Her tail would eventually stop wagging, going still once more.*\"I'll... Try to find a way to pay you back... For... Your time... And energy...\"*With all things said and done, it seemed like the Canifor's confidence had faded back to her usual timidity. However, even with her taking a while to get her words out, the Canifor was finally able to bring herself to look back at the Elf with retained focus.*"
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Deep within the forest, a Canifor would make her way past some of the trees that sat just at the border she had begun progress in making. Her claws scratched along the bark of one, slowly but surely chipping away at the wood of the dead tree. Juna had never saw use in using her claws, finding their existence a mere annoyance as much as her ears and tail, but after seeing Kibaru, she had figured that maybe she too could put them to use in marking her parts of the forest as a warning sign to travelers.\n\nHer Jackal kept near her, going about his own business while Juna would take her time in marking the tree before continuing on to the next. If not for the cold, she'd have preferred the early mornings. However, winter was not always forgiving and no matter how late she came, she couldn't expect to feel any warmer than now. Once again, stopping at another tree, she'd get to work at chipping it away, her ears raised to anything that may come behind her. Something faint seemed to ring in them, shifting, clanging. It sounded like heavy movement, movement of something armored. She stopped, ears flicking in turn as she tried to locate where it was coming from before finally pinpointing a direction.*\n\n\"Retreat Jace...\"*She'd murmur into the cold air, her frosty breath blowing into the breeze as her Jackal would peer up at her before turning tail and shuffling off back to camp. Juna would place her hand on her hunting bow, holding it for comfort. She did not like to use it and she no longer planned to for anything outside of its one purpose. Hunting. The Canifor would reach for the large stick she kept in her bag and, moving lithely through the trees, she'd gradually begin making her way towards the Oni. She moved like a shadow, her fur blending in with the dark surroundings while the protection of no light kept the rest of her hidden. Louder and louder the noises got until she could make out the sound of someone speaking. \n\nPotential allies. No response back however. She'd come up to a tree, sitting just beyond where the Oni treaded before finally finding herself staring over at the woman from the shadows. Armored just as she expected. Shield to protect herself with some sort of spear she carried with her. Her stick most likely wouldn't be able to survive too many strikes from it. Thinking out her observations didn't necessarily make the Canifor feel any smarter, but she could at least gain some confidence in seeing what she was up against. The woman seemed provoked, reasons still unknown.*\"Who are you...\"*She'd finally ask out from the shadows, keeping her footing steady and ready for movement in case the woman sought need to fight what was already hard to see.*"
},
{
"author": "Sekori Penlite",
"message": "*Something was here.*\n\n*It was that feeling that always itched at the back of her mind when it was right, that strange calling towards action before it ever needs to be taken, Something felt off as she slowed her footsteps forward and took a quick look at her surroundings, nothing she could see...*\n*For a moment she stood completely still, looking straight forward, the only movement being an incontrollable shiver natural to all living beings, and in that state she heard something, Words from where their should not be, A declaration of existence towards herself.*\n\n*She would turn towards the voice, though not being able to see its origin, she was still determined to face it, head on, with no hesitation.* \n\"I am Sekori, I am simply trying to make it though these wildlands towards the nearest settlement, who might you be to ask?\" *She said in a louder than normal for her tone, just to get the point across, with this turning the figure in the woods could see the full extent of this woman's armor, heavy duty Breastplate, and a tower shield, heavy objects that would impede anyone else, yet only seemed to slightly slow down this woman, probably quite well trained in use of such armaments'.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Frustration. Juna could hear it in the tone. Internally the Canifor wondered how fast she'd be able to climb up the tree before the Oni would get to her, considering the amount of seconds and the distance she could travel in said time.*\"I... Am a guide...\"*Juna would respond.*\"Here to retain peace of this forest... You seemed distressed but do not find need to take it out on the forest...\"\n\n*The Canifor would forewarn her. She wasn't sure how much pent up energy the Oni had, but she'd rather her forest not suffer the consequences of it. Juna would narrow her gaze at the Oni, aware that she'll have to keep swift in order for her to not pinpoint her direction and suddenly attack. However, the Canifor knew the slightest movement could attract the eyes of anyone who looked hard enough, so instead she'd keep behind the tree, her claws digging into it in case she'd have to run up it.*\"You can refer to me as Lady...\"*Juna would whisper to her.*\"I am but a simple friend here to help travelers...\""
},
{
"author": "Sekori Penlite",
"message": "*Sekori would look at Juna with two squinted red eyes as she spoke her reasoning, and after realizing that there was no ill intent, she would then look away, feeling a slight twinge of both guilt, and slight insulted.*\n\"I am... Sorry that my presence has sought you to come to me, I mean no harm to this lush Domain of Bein, I am just... Irritated. As I rested last night some... Rasst-coons I think they are called, Scrounged their way into my rations I had packed up for my journey. I must now make haste towards the nearest settlement as the creatures did not leave enough for me to continue my journey as planned... The Glare of Walihai in this region is just... Harsher than I am used too.\" \n*She said, in a quieter, more calm tone, Using phrasing that is... Unique to say the least, names of beings not known well, and phrases that make little sense. It seems as though Sekori would not have a completely firm grip on the language of the folk for here, or may be directly translating terms.*\n\n*Either way, she would continue her way forward though the underbrush of the forest, not taking too much care in the lady for now, she had more important things to get done at this moment.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears would flick at the explanation of her frustrations, wondering why the Oni would leave her food out for the Racoons to steal anyways. The Canifor considered bringing up the question, but seeing the mood she was in, she decided to hold off on the contradiction. Juna wasn't quite able to comprehend what she meant by the glare of of Walihai. Perhaps she was foreign or something as, with how obviously she didn't seem used to this area, it seemed to confirm the Canifor's suspicions. With the Oni turning away to walk off further into the forest, Juna would say back:*\"You are forgiven... But... Are you sure you will be able to navigate this terrain? The wilds can be... Quite confusing to those who don't know their way around.\""
},
{
"author": "Sekori Penlite",
"message": "\"I am sure of it, Ma'am. This is not the first land I have walked though, and of course I brought a map of the region.\" *Sekori said, with confidence as she trudged forwards to where she thought after a few miles a river would be, and then she would just follow that upstream to where a place to rest and restock would be, and from there she would continue to trek eastwards, towards both the coast and the great cities of Salvania.* \n\n\"One Realm of Lush is little different to another, its just the specific creatures that inhabit them that are surprising... The fat tricksters such as the Rasstcoon's would not fair well in my homeland.\" *She said with certainty. This is actually a blatantly wrong statement, its just that they don't have that big of a settled population. Either way it did not matter much. She appreciated the concern from the lady, but did not think she would need too much help, she already had planned to make a far larger journey, what was this detour compared to her voyages of past?*"
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*With the Oni being sure of her reaching her destination, Juna would peer at her curiously before turning her head up and climbing the tree that stood near her. Making her way up to the higher branches, she would carefully walk along them, being mindful of the dead branches created by Winter. With part of the forest marked, Juna found herself following the Oni to make sure she'd make it past the boundary.*\n\n\"There are much more scarier creatures than raccoons here...\"*Juna would say, enunciating their proper name.*\"There are some very large and... Aggressive beasts that you may come across if not careful...\"*Juna found herself recalling a pack of mutant wild dogs roaming around. She wasn't completely sure of all the creatures that lived out here what with there always being a new creature to be found, but there was always reason to be careful in her eyes.*"
},
{
"author": "Sekori Penlite",
"message": "*Sekori would give a few light taps to her helmet in response* \"What do you think this is for? Life and Hunting is a simple problem to an animal, amount of effort taken against prey compared to the rewards of such a hunt. Sure a creature that is aggressive might attempt an attack, but once they realize they can't rip apart me like normal creature, and will have to get past all of this metal, it will scurry off, as the reward of eating me will not outweigh the danger and hardship it would take to do so. The fool will walk into the wilds in naught but leather to outrun a beast, while the learned will know how to deter them in the first place!\" *She said, with absolute confidence and faith in this tactic, it seems like it has worked for her before.*\n\n\"Why risk so much just for one creature, and possibly gain life-ending injury's, when they could walk away and hunt something many times easier?\" *Sekori has thought of this tactic after many a time a creature would go for a limb, clamp onto hard, stiff iron and then run off... Though accounting for most normal wildlife one would find, Other threats might be more persistent... Aswell as the fact that Sekori isn't really... Well learned, and see's animals as simple creatures, ones that wish to only consume what is easy, unlike the complexities of any human-form birthed from the Conceived one.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears would flick at their explanation, partially feeling as if they underestimated some of these creatures willingness in attacking people. She supposed there was worse, sometimes thieves, other times assassins, but maybe it was better to keep the Oni's confidence high while she made her way out of the forest. She seemed relatively prepared as it was which was more than the Canifor could say for herself.*\n\n\"Is it often that you travel through forests?\"*Juna would question in a slightly dubious tone. Part of her wondered how accustomed the Oni was to the wilderness, especially with her geared up as if she planned to fight a person rather than the creatures out here. After all, she did lose a meal to a bunch of raccoons, even the Canifor could have seen that as avoidable.*"
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Night had long since fallen upon the wooded area the Canifor had considered her home. Shadows grew, nightly animals came alive, until it wasn't much more than darkness engulfing the entire forest. It didn't matter to the Canifor. Her ability to see at night having always proven useful to her in times like this. It had been a while since she had returned this place from her trip to Ulnoor and now, the woman wasn't even quite sure how much time had passed. The rise and fall of the sun had become frequent in her eyes so much that she wondered if any others would have noticed her disappearance.\n\nMost likely not save for a few friends. She was sure that they knew she was alright out here. After all, it was where she dwelled. The Canifor leaned against the crusted bark of the tree she sat in, her eyes half closed in the long day it's been scratching and scratching away at the bark of trees in an attempt of marking out warnings to any passing travelers to keep at bay. She didn't think they were as effective at night, but at least now she could blend in much better.*\n\n*With her dark ears and tail, it was almost hard to pinpoint the wolf woman if she sat still enough, especially within the trees. She preferred that way nowadays. The Canifor didn't want to be found, she didn't want 'her' to be found. One arm rested across Juna's torso, the other acting as support for the young Airstrider she held. It had been some time since she had been able to bring Juniper back with her and now the small bird was all she cared to focus on for the time being, shrouded in the safety of Salvanian forests.\n\nThe bird seemed to rest peacefully and, upon wrapping her tail around herself, Juna could feel the extra security provided by her. There were times when the Canifor felt protective, too protective to be able to allow those to interact with the bird sometimes and it always left her with feelings of regret. It was better staying out here.\n\nLightly sitting across her torso was her newly bought longbow, one with a hidden magic to it alongside her jacket-like Gambeson she wore. Far down below the tree, a Jackal had rested his head upon his paws. It seemed he was keeping a lookout for the time being as he'd gaze out into the forests with his ears raised. For now things seemed quiet save for the creatures of the night and with that, the Jackal would relax a bit alongside his owner.*"
},
{
"author": "Elaran Stonetusk",
"message": "*Elaran walked quietly through the forest, her armor snug against her body, and her belt tight across her hips. She wasn't prepared for a battle per se, but she was smart enough not to allow herself to relax enough to be caught unawares. The soft susurration of leaves followed the Mogash warrior as she walked, the clink of her equipment dampened by leather straps. For all her ability to be quiet, any with a keen ear would her her approach long before they saw her. The orc woman was quite tall, though not the tallest of her kind. She stood roughly 1.9 meters, and was built in similar fashion to her kin. Elaran's skin matched some of the duskier greens of the environment around her, obscuring what skin she had showing, though not by much. Strong and lean, this particular warrior was not for show. Small pale marks, although superficial, darted across her exposed skin a stark reminder of her scuffles in the past.*\n\n*She continued, carefully picking her way through, her eyes scanning as best as they can. She was set on heading for the closest town to find some means of work. She wasn't necessarily low on coin, but she preferred a bit more than this to subsist on. Perhaps she would consider a mount. Though, walking never killed anyone. She braced a hand on a trunk as she stepped over the roots of a tree, palming a swath of bare tree where the bark had been scrapped away. Curious. She looked at the mark a bit more closely. Something was close by, it's territory marked. When Elaran looked harder, she could see that several of the trees nearby sported similar markings. Whatever it was, or whomever it was, was not exactly inviting people here. The orc huffed, her palm resting on the pommel of her battle axe. With any luck this would either be quick, or she could save her energy for actual work and not a bout that would pay little to nothing and probably wasn't worth the effort. She stopped moving, listening for movement.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*The forest seemed relatively quiet as the Canifor dozed off with the light rise and fall of her chest. Her chin brushed against the feathered body of the hatchling, her tail shifting to hang just off the branch of the tree. From far down below, the Jackal would lift his head at the sound of someone walking through the forest. Getting up onto his feet, he would slowly move away from the tree, slinking beneath the undergrowth of the forest with only as much as a gentle stirring of the leaves to signify where he was. It took a moment to see what had triggered his senses, but eventually, Jace would spot the woman. To the jackal, she appeared to be a large beast of sorts, but that could account for anyone taller than him, which was everyone. Circling around the area, he would move through the forest in attempt of coming up behind her, almost moving like a predator despite a Jackal's occasionally known incompetence when it came to hunting down prey.\n\nHis lips drew back as he would near her from behind. What once started off as a quiet snarl, was soon followed by a series of loud barking. The Jackal yapped at the Orc, keeping some distance from her in the sight of the axe she carried and knowing full well what the weapon could do to him if he drew too close to it. His fur bristled, while his barks came out sounding relatively high pitched. The noise seemed to awaken a few sleeping animals, most of which fleeing away at the knowledge of a predator being around. However, the Jackal didn't seem to care for the retreating prey, his eyes completely trained on the trespassing Orc.*"
},
{
"author": "Elaran Stonetusk",
"message": "*Elaran turned slowly to stare at the Jackal, head tilting at the small canine. She knew that a bite would be less than optimal, but that the creature really didn't pose a massive threat. She grunted at the creature, a rumbling sound that originated in her chest and rumbled deeply.*\n\n\"I'd rather not fight you,\" *She grumbled, watching as the last of the creatures in the immediate area fled.* \"But I will if you force my hand.\" *Her hand patted the pommel of the axe at her hip, largely ignoring the greatsword slung across her back. There was no honor in fighting smaller creatures, especially not wild animals merely protecting a territory.*\n\n\"I don't think you are the one who marked these trees,\" *Elaran swung her head around, the red tendrils of her hair swaying from the motion, looking for any secondary creature.* \"I don't suppose you know the path to the nearest town eh?\" *Elaran grinned toothily at the creature, before shooing the Jackal with a large green hand.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Of course the Jackal didn't respond, merely continuing the bark at her as she'd shoo him away. He'd back up a bit, his lowered ears slowly raising back up. A noise would resound through the air, the faintest whizzing noise as an arrow would shoot past her, just about nicking her hair, before embedding itself into one of the nearby marked trees. Either it was a lucky miss or a warning shot.\n\nJace fell silent, his barking suppressing into a lower growl as he backed away from the woman defensively.*\"Don't... Move...\"*Would come a stern voice from behind her. It sounded elevated as if whoever was speaking was somewhere higher above.\n\nThe Canifor woman kept to her security of the tree, her enhanced vision allowing her eyes to fall upon the woman who had triggered her Jackal into awaking her. The longbow rested in her hand, the string already having another arrow readily notched into it. Her eyes narrowed. It had been some time since another person had treaded through here with the markings put in place, now seeing another for the first time in the while, Juna couldn't help but feel partially threatened by her presence. Her airstrider hatchling would come to rest upon the branch, the bird having woken up as well to the ruckus. Juna could only hope that she kept quiet for the time being even with the tension.*"
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{
"author": "nimbusspark",
"message": "*It was a quiet day within the Salvanian Empire as the fair Macen Bella would once again set off into the wilderness - however, unlike prior situations where she admittedly felt like she was stumbling through without little of an answer, she was in search of one. A recent run in with a small goblin tribe was a reality check for the pleasant merchant, forcing Bella into what was the first fight of her life. Thankfully she had survived alongside her ally Manon without as much of a scratch, but it made her all the more aware that all of this time she didn't have a plan, she didn't have a means to protect herself reliably.*\n\n*She wanted to change that.*\n\n*Once again, Bella thrusted herself into a lawless land where nature overtook civilization, however the lady came with a goal in mind. With a pair of silk gloves on hand, she was ready and prepared in order to gather ingredients and various reagents for her own personal use, her talents as an apothecary showing themselves clearly as she glided through the grassy landscape.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would silently pace his way through the woods, keeping himself aware of any sound he made as he traversed across the landscape. By his sides were a trio of wolves, the group moving about with their ears raised and alert. Not long ago he had promised to take them out hunting and training more in expense for them to learn how to listen, and with the promising needing to be kept, the Elf had set up camp and decided to set out into the forest to allow them to be themselves for a while.\n\nThings seemed to be peaceful for a while until Floof, the oldest of the trio's, head would suddenly snap in one direction. It seemed he had picked up on something unfamiliar to him and, looking down at the wolf, the Elf would keep his guard up. They may well not be alone with just the forest it seemed. With the other two wolves picking up on the silent tension, the Elf would give a slight incline of his head as if allowing them to go out in search of what caught Floof's attention.\n\nWith the permission given, the wolves would set off, moving as single pack. Their bodies kept low to the ground as the followed along the scent of the newcomer, eventually catching wind of her as she came into their view. A low growl would escape from one of the younger wolves, their ears drawing flat on their head as they watched the Macen.*"
},
{
"author": "nimbusspark",
"message": "*Within their gaze, the few wolves would notice Bella's journey through the woods, seemingly showing no signs of hostility or ferocity at all. She was comparable to a deer of sorts, having a docile and peaceful attitude to her as she moved about gathering plants, just without the meat that would make a fine dish for a hunter.*\n\n*But much like a deer, Bella too was staying aware in the meantime as she had picked another herb off from the ground gently. It was nowhere near as acute as any of her forest friends, but she too maintained some sort of attunement to the forest, in spite of her lack of exposure within the Salvainian Empire.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The wolves would peer at her, the eldest letting out a quiet huff of air upon seeing her. Slowly but surely the trio of wolves would pad out from their hiding spot within the ferns, hackles raised in caution as they'd spread out from behind her, practically creating a semi circle around her in their natural sense of pack tactics. As they neared her, one of the younger ones, Ansel, would gradually step forward, tail flicking in excitement as he'd suddenly dart towards the woman, snapping at her feet as if they were hunting any other large animal while the others kept close by.\n\nThe Elf followed distantly, only moving in the direction he remembered them heading in while making sure he didn't close in too much on whatever they could be chasing after. His hands remained near his crossbow in the event that they picked on more than they could chew while from his neck dangled a whistle that he kept on him in the event of them running off too far.*"
},
{
"author": "nimbusspark",
"message": "*Bella, at the time of the wolves' strike, as the wolves would have been trained, an opportune target. Kneeling down in order to gather another small batch of ingredients, Bella let out a gasp and a squeal as she found herself under the sudden swarm of fangs that was from Ansel.*\n\n\"Eek! Good heavens!\" *She had cried out as she sprawled back to her feet, quickly preparing herself as her hands began to glow with magic attuned with the heart of nature itself. Pointing her fingers at one of the wolves, she shot a blast of magical energy towards the young wolf, but it didn't seem to do much... At least, from a surface level. But such a spell was not intended for offensive use, but rather it was Befriend Animal, in order to calm down the soothing beast before her.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Ansel teeth would attempt to sink into her shoe only to find himself being blasted by magic. The wolf had let go, suddenly shaking his head to and fro in his confusion while the other two wolves would look between her and Ansel. The Eldest wolf would step forward, giving her a growl of warning as if suspecting her of attacking the younger wolf.\n\nAs Terrel would draw closer to the clearing the wolves had went off to, he would slowly draw his crossbow until a quiet 'click' could be heard, loading up as he would near the others and stare at the scene before him from where he stood just beyond the tree line. It seemed the wolves had found someone else out here. His suspicions were correct. Hearing her cry out suddenly in being surprised by the wolves only to seemingly fight back, Terrel would slowly lower his crossbow. Instead, he'd reach for his whistle, drawing it to his mouth as the noise would resound through the area and draw the wolves' attention away from her. The Elf would step out, looking over at them.*\"Alright you three, I think you gave her enough of a scare for now.\"*He'd say to the wolves.*"
},
{
"author": "nimbusspark",
"message": "*Feeling the powerful pressure of Ansel's fangs bite down in one of her shoes, Bella winced as she backed away a few steps as she eyed the group of wolves before her. She didn't look too hurt, especially considering she only really was bitten on her shoe and nothing else as sensitive, but pain was not something the lady was too accustomed too, let alone a pack of wolves watching her alongside a pig-masked elf.*\n\n\"I... My sincere apologies.\" *She would say as she regained her composure, brushing her long dress off with a glove before releasing a sigh as she looked towards the mercenary and his wolf pack.* \"If I was intruding, then I will be more than glad to remove myself from the premises. I was merely here to gather ingredients, sir.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The wolves would slowly retreat back to Terrel, Ansel eyeing the Macen before gradually following after the other two. The Elf would stoop down, most of his attention on Ansel as he looked to see if any damage was done only to notice that the Wolf was just fine. It seemed he escaped his little attack unscathed. Standing back upright, he'd cast his gaze towards Bella studying her silently with the blank stare of the pig mask hardly giving off any emotion for him.\n\nAfter a while of silence, the Elf would let out an impartial chuckle.*\"Gathering ingredients for what exactly?\"*His tone seemed to carry a mixture of amusement and curiosity rather than anger of any sort. After all, she was the one attacked first and managed to defend herself just fine without seemingly hurting the wolf in the process. Terrel never cared much for magic, but it occasionally found a way to impress him beyond the walls of annoyance generated from it.*"
},
{
"author": "nimbusspark",
"message": "\"Potioncraft, to be specific!\" *A hint of enthusiasm flared up in Bella's eyes as she too kept a cautious eye on the beasts that were gazing upon her, trying to keep her nerve. It wasn't the first time she had met someone who had been able to own a pack of wolves, when in fact she could as well - however she was not capable of taming actual wolves, but rather manifestations of nature created by her magic.*\n\n*That was when Bella grabbed onto her dress, a combination of her ladylike upbringing as well of her experience with people in general showing itself pleasantly as she performed a cute little curtsey towards Terrel, smiling before she brushed her hair to the side a little.* \"My name is Bella Gladstone, merchant and proprietor of the Gladstone Apothecary in Kadho. And you are?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Terrel Bales.\"*He'd say as he would unload his crossbow and put it away. The Elf wasn't too inclined in the extra gestures of greeting, much more blunt with the things he did.*\"Mercenary for higher if you will.\"*The Elf didn't seem to care for the long introductions, nevertheless, it didn't seem to phase when she introduced herself that way. So she was from around Kadho? Well, only good things ever came from there, debatably so to speak.\n\nTerrel would gradually make his way over to her, gesturing to the woman so that the wolves could get know her in the more calming atmosphere. The trio would mill around Bella, sniffing at her more cautiously before drawing back a bit. While the wolves took their time, the Elf would shift his focus back onto her.*\"Not everyday you get to see a potion maker wandering around in the forest, though I would have suspected they'd be a bit more aware of their surroundings.\"*He'd say, a slight teasing grin forming on his face.*"
},
{
"author": "nimbusspark",
"message": "\"I have to say... It's not often that I actually venture out. It wasn't until recently that my journey as an adventurer of sorts has begun.\" *Bella was a little embarrassed to say, as she looked down towards the wolves who were sniffed at her with a nervous smile.* \"Combat, let alone awareness, are not in my forte, but I am well aware that I should at least find out a way in order to protect myself. It's why I'm here, in fact.\"\n\n*As she would continue to explain, her magic once again began to glow, but this time for a different purpose, as a duo of wolves appeared by her side. Unlike the curious animals that were of actual flesh and blood, Bella's own wolves stood stalwart, waiting for any possible order that she may give.* \"I'm looking to at least create a few potions for my personal use, but as you may know, a potion maker can't make anything from just a vial and water... We require ingredients to make potions... Which is why I've been here for the past hour working!\"\n\n*All of a sudden, Bella crouched down once more - but only to pet one of the wolves by her side.* \"That was before I was interrupted by your pack.\""
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"So you're a summoner...\"*He'd utter, mostly to himself in thinking aloud. The Elf supposed it fit the bill of her not knowing how to fight. Why do that when you can simply summon others to fight for you? When was the last he'd seen one? The Elf supposed this one healer he met. It was a shame to not be able to see his ability to the fullest.\n\nThe Elf would watch as she summoned her own wolves, causing Terrel's to pack of back away cautiously in the sudden addition of others. They'd sniff at them, soon turning away to reform their own pack in the oddity of the summons as Bella would pat them. It was a wonder of how the woman was still alive having just started journeying with little to no knowledge of how to defend herself.*\n\n\"Oh this? This isn't a pack. This is just a handful of wolves.\"*He'd say modestly. This was only the start of one. It seemed she was out here for a while which in her naivety was simply opportunity for him.*\"Got a camp not too far from here. You can rest there for a while if you show me what kind of potions you're making.\"*The Elf said as a sort of trade off.*"
},
{
"author": "nimbusspark",
"message": "\"Oh, I wouldn't consider myself **That** Experienced of a summoner... I just happened to accidentally create a wolf when I was practicing magic in the delves of my family archives and realized that I could make use of that during the time I was ambushed by goblins.\" *She would respond with a hint of her own modesty in her face. She still believed herself to be just a mere merchant, and killing a goblin was not going to change that no matter how many wolves she had summoned before her.*\n\n*As she would pat one of her wolves, she would additionally rub the back of her neck with a sweet but bashful smile as she looked up at Terrel and his fellow wolves. As much as they were wolves like any thing else she had seen, they seemed to have less personality to them, acting more like soldiers in the form of a beast rather than a fearsome pack hunter.*\n\n*That was until Bella's eyes lit up at the prospect of a 'business proposition'. The merchant in her seemed to scream out as her soft smile grew, understanding that staying at camp for potion knowledge was more than worthwhile for both parties.* \"As for your offer, Terrel Bales... I will be more than glad to accept it! A lot of what I'm searching for are typically useful for those in their travels, namely some that cure minor wounds or common sicknesses that are acquired in the field, perhaps I will even go as far as to teach you a few recipes.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well if you were an experienced summoner you would have probably brought out your own wolves first when you got attacked.\"*He'd say in suggestion of not thinking she was one. Her tales of not knowing how to fight and just starting out her journey was enough confirmation that she wasn't particularly skilled in what she did. It was considerably just magic that, in a well developed situation can prove useful so long as she didn't have to think on her feet.*\"Instead of hitting Ansel with... Well whatever that was. Didn't seem to really do anything unless it's supposed to take a while.\"\n\n*Terrel didn't have much knowledge in magic, having not decided to hold an interest in it. Magic was simply not the Elf's thing and every time it seemed like a new spell was used. He'd give a clap of his hands, causing his wolves to look up towards him before he'd gesture out into the forest for them to go on ahead. With a slight flick of their tails, the wolves would dart off into the forest, giving themselves more freedom to roam about.\n\nThe Elf would tilt his head in the direction of his camp at Bella's agreement, part of him noticing how peachy she seemed about it. Terrel wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not, but nevertheless he would resume walking with the idea of Bella following him.*\"I can be an exemplary pupil when necessary.\"*He'd say in turn with Bella offering to teach him a few recipes for potions. One can never go wrong with healing potions.*"
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*In a small an remote village that had little guars to protect them. And so bandits tended to pick on them. The village chief has sent out a request for help and so an adventured answered. This Slimy girls name was Mimi. Mimi came to the village and was sent to the chief for a short briefing. The chief informed her that these rascals made camp in a nearby ruins. And their number were little, but he didn't want risk the chance of their number growing.*\n\n*A short travel later and Mimi found herself at the ruins. It was almost mid day.*"
},
{
"author": "Mimi Gopana",
"message": "As the determined Uzhi walked, Mimi only got more and more tired about fighting some bandits. Mimi had many encounters with them in the woods when collecting herbs, all ended with her beating them and sustaining some scratches. Annoying! Indecent! And childish, how could any person turn into a bandit. Being too distracted with her thoughts, she basically walked up to them and as reality hit once again. She made a dash for it and took cover at a nearby tree (4).\n\n\"It seems as though Mimi is in trouble\" The Uzhi would say to herself.\n\nMimi didn't rush forward, she kept her eyes on the bandit before her. It was safer to attack from a distance. Shooting a corroding bolt at said bandit as well as casting analyze."
},
{
"author": "bananafishes6309",
"message": "```HP: 34 / 34\nMana: 30 / 30\nFocus: 0 / 0\n\nMovement: 12\nAction 1: 3\nAttack 2: 4```"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*The bandit Lookout would spot Mimi just as she throws a bolt his way and he moved out of the way... Though it didn't seem needed as the bolt was of target anyway* \"Intruder!\" *The bandit screamed to his comrades before he rushed towards the lonesome slime girl*\n\n```diff\n- Corrosive bolt misses\n- Bandits are now charging at Mimi\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase]\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase Over]\n```"
},
{
"author": "Mimi Gopana",
"message": "The second Mimi got down into a readied stance and fired her attacks with confidence, she would ultimately miss and get notice. On the plus side, she kinda knew how to dodge or she hoped she could. Not a second later, the charging force that rushed towards her was coming in a couple minutes. And so the Uzhi reacted to this incoming threat by sending a corrosive bolt and Blinding bolt in an attempt to knock the bandit down."
},
{
"author": "bananafishes6309",
"message": "````HP: 34 / 34\nMana: 30 / 30\nFocus: 0 / 0\n\nMovement: 2\nAttack 1: Corrosive bolt / 25 / 2 / Acid\nAttack 2: Blinding bolt / 21 / Radiant```"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*The bandits kept rushing towards the slime, one however, would be hit with another bolt, this time actually hitting an exposed part, dealing double damage and weakening his defences. Right after he would be hit with a blinding bolt next. He would almost fall over his own feet with this. The archer however was able to get into position and shoot 2 arrows at the slime*\n\n```diff\n! Bandit D takes 4 damge and has lowered defences\n! Bandit D is blinded\n- Bandit A scores 6 damage on Mimi\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase]\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase Over]\n```"
},
{
"author": "Mimi Gopana",
"message": "Mimi kept her eyes on the stupid bandit that shot her, paying attention to everything that was going on. It was painful and she didn't like being struck with an arrow to her side. She glared at Bandit B and planned to try to immobilize him as fast as she could. Mimi was not that of a fighter so putting her enemies in a bad state was the best chance at winning. She sent out another corrosive bolt and launched it at Bandit B then casted Grasping vines at him."
},
{
"author": "bananafishes6309",
"message": "```HP: 28 / 34\nMana: 30 / 30\nFocus: 0 / 0\n\nMovement: 2\nAttack 1: Corrosive bolt vs BANDIT D/ 19/ 3 / acid\nAttack 2: Grasping vines vs BANDIT B/ 21 / Will```"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "```ini\n[Reaction Phase Over]\n```"
}
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{
"author": "Mimi Gopana",
"message": "As the Bandit advanced nearer, Mimi couldn't afford being captured and being killed for that matter. And with one quick movement as well as the swift snatching of her quarter staff the Uzhi grapped the collar of the bandit and slammed it harshly onto his head. Killing him and throwing to the side while she faced the remaining bandits. She didn't like the thought of killing, it was gruesome and she preferred to subdue opponents rather than end them."
},
{
"author": "bananafishes6309",
"message": "```HP: 28 / 34\nMana: 25 / 30\nFocus: 0 / 0\n\nMovement: 2\nAttack 1: Quarterstaff vs BANDIT D/ 18/ 3 / Blunt\nAttack 2: Quarterstaff vs BANDIT D/ 13/9/blunt```"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*The bandit targeted by Mimi would fall dead from the attack. The rest would start attacking her though. The rooted one began moving after rushing towards the slime*\n\n```diff\n! Mimi kill bandit D\n- Bandit A scored 3 Damage on Mimi\n- Bandit C scores 3 damage on Mimi\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase]\n\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase Over]\n```"
},
{
"author": "Mimi Gopana",
"message": "Despite her resilient body, Mimi had to do something about this and fast, it was painful and irritating. Mimi would flex her fingers and release a corroding bolt at one of the bandits then sent out a blinding bolt at another."
},
{
"author": "bananafishes6309",
"message": "```HP: 28 / 34\nMana: 23 / 30\nFocus: 0 / 0\n\nMovement: 2\nAttack 1: Corroding bolt vs BANDIT B/ 19/ 2 / Acid\nAttack 2: Blinding bolt vs BANDIT C/ 9/ Radiant```"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Mimi's blinding bolt would miss, but her Corroded bolt would hit it's make dealing little damage. After each one would attack her*\n\n```diff\n! Bandit B get 2 damage and has 11 ac now\n- Blinding bolt misses\n- Bandit A scores 3 damage on Mimi\n- Bandit C scored 3 damage on Mimi\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase]\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase Over]\n```"
},
{
"author": "Mimi Gopana",
"message": "It seemed as though she was in quite the tight situation, surrounded by people with scary weapons who keep poking her with em. How rude indeed! The female would strike one of the bandits with her quarterstaff then immediately backed away in a defensive stance."
},
{
"author": "bananafishes6309",
"message": "```HP: 16 / 34\nMana: 23 / 30\nFocus: 0 / 0\n\nMovement: 2\nAttack 1: Quarterstaff vs BANDIT B/ 19/ 2 / Blunt```"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Mimi's attack would land on one bandit and he would rub his head where it hit before attacking back. With her more calm aproach deciding to defend instead, only one bandit got a hit on her*\n\n```diff\n! Bandit B takes 2 damage\n- Bandit B scored 3 damage on Mimi\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase]\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase Over]\n```"
}
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{
"author": "Ken Ironcall",
"message": "Days had passed since Ken had left his village with only a longsword, leather vest, a horse and some coins to his name.\nHe was riding his horse on a small trail that had seen better days but it did offer him the peace of the forest.\n\n\"This place sure seems peaceful.\" He said talking to himself.\nIt reminded him of his home, where he used to hunt and gather herbs for his village and himself as his family wasn't really a family anymore.\nOne thing he was certain of, he was happier after having left.\n\nAfter what felt like hours he came across a small stream and thought that he'd give his horse a moment to drink.\nStopping at the edge of the stream his horse would lower its head to drink while Ken kept watch over their surroundings.\nTheir bond was decent but the horse didn't fully trust Ken yet as it looked around from time to time as it drank.\n\nKen would watch the birds of the forest go about their day and spot the occasional deer in the distance."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Watching them from a distance would be a young Canifor, one who had grown to distrust travelers in her time of caring for her Airstrider out in the forest. A cloak rested over her, shrouding most of her body in the darkness of it while she took to sitting squat on the branch of a blooming tree.\n\nHer gaze dawned on the horse the man had with him, such unpredictably loud creatures. They've always made Juna uncomfortable, even when convinced to ride one at times. It mattered little. She had the safety of the tree to aid her. \n\nGrabbing her bow, she would take an arrow and notch it into the string of it. Slowly, she'd draw it back, eyes narrowing on her target before suddenly letting loose the arrow. It whizzed through the air, surging past the man and his horse before embedding itself into a tree that seemed stripped of some of the trunk's wood. The arrow had come close, dangerously close, but still it missed. A warning shot.*\"State your business here.\"*Juna would demand of him from where she sat.*"
},
{
"author": "Ken Ironcall",
"message": "As the arrow passed them Ken's horse would be spooked by it and it took a little for Ken to calm it down again before hearing the voice call out to him.\nUsing his knowledge of tracking he would use the path that the arrow took and the orientation of the voice to pinpoint a rough location of the what Ken assumed to be a ranger.\n\n\"Rho.\" He whispered to his horse, it was a command he taught his horse when he was younger, it was taught so he could sent to horse away but it knows to stay close by.\n\nKen drew his longsword before beginning to walk in the rough direction of Juna.\n\"We were just passing through the forest, just now I was letting my horse take a break.\" He said rather loudly before staying quiet so he could listen to the sounds of the forest that might give him a clue of Juna's location.\nAs he listened Ken would lower himself in an attempt to use any nearby brushes as cover to keep Juna from getting a clear line of sight as he didnt want to get shot at again."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would grab another arrow, notching it in her bow once more as she would take aim at the man trying to near her. He carried a longsword, a weapon she could only assume to be much harder to fight if she chose to get up close. She was never much of a close combat fighter, but she has learned ways to defend herself in such a situation.\n\nThis was not that situation, however.*\"Lower your weapon.\"*She'd say.*\"You are in no position to attack me.\"*Her gaze fell on him as she took aim, though she didn't fire it. She was not one for killing people when not necessary. It seemed this man was just passing through. Fortunate, considering those she had encountered in the past looking to take something from her or another.\n\nIt was hard to tell if the weapon was for attacking her offensively or self-defense. She could never be too sure in this forest, but she wasn't going to let her guard down when in her own home. Something, she had learned from a fellow Canifor and something she had begun to do more often in caring for Juniper.*"
},
{
"author": "Ken Ironcall",
"message": "Noticing that the stranger could still see him, he'd stand up giving Juna a clear line of sight.\n\"Demanding me to lower my weapon while having a arrow aimed at me isnt all that reasuring\" He said as he lower his sword but didnt sheated it.\nThe muscles in his arm remained tensed as he didnt let his guard down but still wanted to show that he only reacted in self-defence as people usually do when an arrow flow passed their head.\n\n\"I am Ken Ironcall, I come from East Mentia.\" His voice turned soft, warm as if he was talking to an old friend.\nHe hoped that by talking like that he could put the canifor more at ease. He still doughted it'd work but didnt see the harm in trying.\n\n\"And I dont appreciate having my horse getting spooked for no reason..\" He said with a sigh.\nHe would slowly walk towards a tree that he would lean against while leaving room for his right arm to move so he could still make use of the sword if needed and now he would also have the option of ducking behind the tree for cover if the Conifor decided to continue their assumed hunt."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Raising a weapon as a trespasser isn't too wise in your circumstance.\"*Juna would practically snap back, almost as if she were scolding the man. She watched him near the tree, her eyes following him until he stood at the base of it. No arrow would come down to meet him, instead the Canifor simply relaxing the hold of the string in knowing that at some point she'd have lost her hold on it.\n\nJuna supposed she had gotten her message across. Her tail would wrap around her torso more securely from where she sat upon the branch, listening to him explain who he is. Someone from Mentia? She recalled meeting a soldier of some sort from there once, even visiting the place as well. It didn't bring such fond memories, well the location over the person himself anyways.*\n\n*Refocusing on the man, she'd say:*\"Read the warning signs... These forests aren't safe... Nor welcoming to travelers...\"*Her voice had begun to lose its sternness, fading away into a softer tone. Almost like her timid side returning if not for the fact that she was currently making sure this person didn't try to cause trouble.*\"Or the horses whom bring them here...\""
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{
"author": "Ken Ironcall",
"message": "When the Conifer mentioned that this was *Their* Forest Ken would look around for a moment.\n\"So in other words.. This is your home? I mean I didnt have much but even then.. I still had my fellow villagers to help me out..\" \n\nKen never had to live truly on his own so the concept of living on one's own did seem odd almost foreign to him.\n\"Dont you have a village or a clan to be with?\" He asked thinking that maybe they to left their village because of some migration.\n\nKen would mount his horse before moving a bit closer to the Conifer.\n\"You wouldnt happen to know the way to a nearby town or something do you?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"You can call it that...\"*Juna would say, not trying to encourage the idea with the truth that surrounded it. In him asking if she had a village or clan she was part of, Juna would simply give a light shake of her head.*\"I live alone...\"*She'd say in a lower tone, eyeing the man as he began drawing closer to the tree with her hand tightening around her bow. Part of her tried to calm herself at the idea of him trying to fight back, simply forcing her furs to lie flat in conversation of this traveler.*\n\n\"You're lost...\"*She'd state at his question of whether or not she knew the way to a nearby town.*\"Aren't you?\"*Juna had grown used to the idea of people constantly getting lost while navigating the forests. Sometimes Juna didn't understand it, but after her trip to Lymia, she knew she couldn't say anything of the matter.*\"The closest town to here would be the Capitol itself...\""
},
{
"author": "Ken Ironcall",
"message": "\"Lost like a fish out of water!\" He said with a smile\nHe could tell that the Conifer didnt like that he got closer and would raise his arms to show them that he wassnt reaching for a weapon.\n\n\"Dont worry, I dont plan on fighting you..\" He said with a soft voice.\nThe horse would slowly walk passed under the branch that the Conifer was sat on.\n\"And where would this capital be?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would share back down at him, making note of his empty hands, though knowing how easily one could draw a weapon and arm themselves. She had seen it many times before.\n\nThe curvature of Juna's bow would begin to glow, straightening out and causing the string to vanish as it transformed into a staff. She'd point it out in one of the random directions for the forest.*\"That way will take you to the main roads to Salvania...\"*After saying that she'd turn around and point the staff in another direction.*\"That will lead you to the fields leading up to the Capitol. The fields are typically safer, but the roads are easier to follow...\""
},
{
"author": "Ken Ironcall",
"message": "Ken nodded to the Conifer.\n\"Thanks, now I'll leave *Your* Forest.\" He said with a grin.\n\nKen would ride in the direction of the fields that the Conifer told him about.\nAltho he didnt learn much about this Conifer he did hope to meet them again at some point."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would watch him ride off into the forest, waiting until he was fully out of sight before she would grow lax again. Though she wasn't completely comfortable enough to leave her resting spot in the trees, at the very least the man knew how to follow basic instructions to get to his destination. She'd come to sit back on the tree, gazing out into the forests beyond. Another day, another traveler.*"
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{
"author": "flehn",
"message": "*It is Hilmar the one who is jumping through the many fallen logs on this place. He was lost, but not really. His need to know what made this place unique was way bigger than the fear of getting actually lost. He heard about this state a little, about its nobility, but no one talked to him about this forest... The world really was beautiful, isn't it? It seemed like it, as he followed the path of a river like if he wanted to be part of the water.*\n\n*Still, the purity of the water nor the beauty of the place was enough to make him less concerned about an important fact: He still did not find anyone to contact with. Was the diaspora stronger than he thought? It could not be like that. Besides, this is a forest, after all, one with little signs of human interaction, so it is possible that he still has to reach the city.*\n\n*He stopped for a moment, already panting when he found himself thirst for water, as he drank a little from the river he has been following this time. With the water on his hands, he tried to drink a little, and thought to himself: Will he ever find someone to interact with at this point? Or perhaps is he close to get lost on the middle of a forest and never leave again? No... That is definitely impossible. It cannot be like that. He only needs a little rest, and after that, everything should come up soon. And with that logic, he climbed a small tree to reach its branch, big enough to lay down on it, and he waited a little, thinking almost pointlessly of a way to orientate himself to get out of the forest, and with luck, to reach Salvainia.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would walk her way through the forest, her hands carefully feeling along the staff she carried with her. Only recently had she left the other two at camp with the hope that Jace would be able to watch over Juniper while she was gone. Last she checked the bird was fast asleep, but there was never any telling how long it would last.\n\nFor now she could just simply hunt, it becoming her day to day life while she silently counted down the days before she could build up the courage to visit the Capitol. Anytime the countdown ended however, she simply started it up again. She wanted to relearn magic, but to have to watch over to animals, one of which a target, and search for the woman, seemed like a daunting task.\n\nHer ears sat high up in her head, listening for any animals nearby only to hear the sound of a faint panting in the distance. She'd follow it. Perhaps it was an animal already tired enough for her to get a quick shot on, but to her disappointment, she found herself staring at the back of a Macen, seemingly drinking some water from the river. Her eyes would narrow. At this rate, there won't be any animals left around with all the people she's seen. Before she could make a sudden noise, the Canifor would quickly shift to stand behind a tree so as not be come into the view of the man, her backed pressed along it, and though she couldn't see him, her ears found themselves picking up any movements he could make.*\n\n\"You shouldn't be here.\"*She'd say simply to him, pushing away the disappointment in her tone for something more neutral.*"
},
{
"author": "flehn",
"message": "*Get up, Hilmar! Who said that? His expression was clear that this voice was definitely a surprise for him. And as he finally found someone to interact with, the intention of that voice maybe could be more negative for him than he thought it would be. He attempted to breath like he was breathing before, but now he was on alert. The voice seemed feminine, that was for sure, but why couldn't he be here? There was no reason for him to just leave the forest, right? He was only having speculations of her intentions, so for now he decided to observe, and to listen, her actions and words.*\n\n\"Oh? Well, I was not planning to stay here. I wanted to go somewhere else.\" *Should he say something more? He was doubting if he should tell her more... Actually, he should be fine to tell her just the necessary.* \"Listen, I want to go to Salvainia. And I think I am lost. Do you know how can I go there?\" \n\n*After that question, veeeeery silently, he would unsheathe his sword, holding it with his right hand. He was not showing any kind of fear, but it was clear that he was ready if this other person had a clear wish to assault him. The wind crashed softly on him, refreshing him a little bit more, overall after the trip he had to go. Still tired, he was ready to react if she tried to do something that he could consider, at this moment, wrong.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would stand in silence her wolf like ears listening to him speak while she would try to pick up any sign of tension outside of her own. Her ears would turn to the side, the faintest sound of movement attracting them to listen harder to it. The shift in his breathing, the faint sound of something being moved, whether it was a weapon or something else she wasn't sure.*\"I do...\"*She'd say simply, taking on the role of the disembodied voice that she practically was at this point.*\n\n\"This place has seen many travelers pass through, most of which getting lost in the process...\"*She'd say.*\"This place isn't the most forgiving...\"*Juna would trail off, her words not matching her own thoughts. It wasn't the first it's happened. Ever since her trip to Lymia she had felt different. Perhaps it was Ombu where it had first started, but she wasn't too sure.*\n\n\"Why are you here...?\"*She'd question him.*\"You seem to be making yourself pretty comfortable for someone just passing to go to Salvania... Even more so calm for someone who is lost...\""
},
{
"author": "flehn",
"message": "*The person of the unknown voice really knew how to stay still. He could not hear anything at all. But that really made the mystery more interesting. He attempted to control his own breathing, as he now had concluded that he could have been assaulted or bothered with no need to talk now. So now he held the sword with both hands, one on the handle and the other one on the edge, trying to focus on the blade for now, curious with the questions that the voice proposed now.*\n\n\"Oh, you see. About why I am here, it is so complex that not even I have it clear.\" *He answered, snickering a little, as somehow it was actually true.* \"So I am already lost here, but I want to know the most of it. For now, I want to go to the Salvania. Know what does the people do, maybe try to do a quest, or two... I will have to see. Maybe this forest is dangerous, but I will make sure to be careful of what can be in here.\" \n\n*As he talked with her, he dropped a little \"Tsk\", as the blade was a little stained with some bugs excrements, apparently they got inside the sheath throughout the forest. He grabbed a little tissue and tried to clean it, still holding the handle for his own caution.*\n\n\"Look, I have no more weapon than my sword. I do not know if you think I am a threat, but honestly I do not want to attack you or anything. I just want to reach the city and sleep properly. I do not know where you are, but at least let me show you that the last thing I want to do is to attack someone.\" *He would finally claim, hoping it could help to finally settle this on a more friendly way, hoping that the voice could show a more trustworthy side of them.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears would flick at the mention of a sword. Perhaps her original thought had been correct. She'd keep herself still, knowing better than to make too much movement and signify where she was.*\n\n\"If you did not want to attack, you would not have pulled out your weapon.*\"Juna would say in a stern tone, having to assume that his weapon was out somewhere in her not being able to see him.*\"If you did not want to attack you wouldn't find need to suggest it towards someone you can't even see.\"*He hardly knew why he was here, but he seemed ready to fight anything that may come for him out in the forest.*\"Those that enter a place with the knowledge of the dangers while carrying a weapon are expecting a fight.\"\n\n*Whether that was for a good thing or not, it mattered little to Juna. People claim they aren't looking for trouble, yet prepared for it anyways. Much like herself she supposed, though she had faced so many bandits and others of the sort to the point where she'd be dead already without it. At least she's taken the less lethal route, but it could never completely stop the onslaught of travelers. As he mentioned allowing him to show her he wouldn't want to attack someone, she'd say simply:*\"Show me then... Drop your weapon...\"*Part of her was just waiting to listen out to any indication of it, the other part waiting to see if he'd go through with it.*"
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{
"author": "Tara Invalo",
"message": "*Tara followed behind her and was amazed at the Sight. The warm summer breeze and the fog were really great for her. She was happy to have found a new Location to chill out every now and then. It was a big Lake and there was a bit of Sand surrounding the Lake.*\n\n\"Ooooh, it looks very great! Thanks for bringing me here, Lady Bamboo! Do you go here often?\" *She asked. She removed her Shoes and Socks, revealing her bare Feet. She then moved around, feeling the Sensation of Sand between her Toes. She had always loved this Feeling and always felt like the Sand tickled her slightly. She giggled and walked around, seemingly carelessly.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Just occasionally.\"*Juna would say as she'd come to stop upon reaching the beach. Unlike Tara, she didn't feel as inclined on taking her shoes and socks off, merely watching the waves from a distance. She would come to sit down on the sand.*\"Sometimes I just come out here to watch the water from a distance... It looks nice when it's not too close...\"*She would say with a note of her own fear of the water.*\n\n\"It would have been a nice place to fish, but... I don't really know how...\"*Juna considered whether or not it would be possible to aimlessly shoot out into the water with the hope of a fish getting caught by the arrow. She hadn't had fish in a long while that sometimes she wondered what it tasted like.*\"It still makes... A good place to hunt though...\"*She'd finish, crossing her legs.*"
},
{
"author": "Tara Invalo",
"message": "*She continued walking and playing around but then stopped when her legs began to hurt. She walked up to Juna and sat besides her. She noticed that Juna wanted to fish. She herself doesnt really know it either, she just heard Stories about fishing when she was on a Assassination Mission.*\n\n\"Hmm, maybe we could try it out! I mean... I know how to make a fishing rod but i dont really know how to bait fish... But i could also use my thermal Vision to pierce through them with a pointy and/or sharp Stick!\" *She said. She wanted to fish as well. Her Stomach was growling and it had been a while for her too since last eating Fish.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears would give a curious flick to the side.*\"You think you can make a fishing rod right now?\"*She would ask her in confusion. Surely the woman didn't just have the material to build one on her, unless they were to set out in search of some. The Canifor considered it though. It wouldn't be such a bad method to catch a new kind of food so long as she didn't stray too close to the water.*\n\n\"I... Don't have thermal vision... But... If you can point to where they are I... May be able to shoot them...\"*She would say only to remember that the woman didn't know anything about her bow yet with the staff being the only thing she's shown to carry with her. The Canifor wouldn't say her archery skills were the best when it came to shooting blind, but every now and then she could be sure to hit a target.*"
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*The Canifor would be laying prone atop the forest floor, a small piece of paper laying in front of her as she'd place an inked quill to it in preparing to write something. Her method for obtaining these two items, she'd admit were not the most ceremonious. In the months past she had grown to find it hard to go to the city, it's constant bustling noise and overwhelming people forced the Canifor into remaining in seclusion ever since she had stayed away to care for her bird. Now it was hard to go back, even knowing she made the promise to. She was lucky to find the paper casted out on the side of the road in whatever frustrations one has had in what they were writing on the other side. Juna simply decided to make use of it and gathered what writing pieces she could find to capture the knowledge she had previously obtained about the herbs she could try using.*\n\n\"She said... One looked like lavender and... It helped with stamina...\"*She'd say aloud, trying to draw the plant as the woman described it.*\"And another that was more read... That helped with bellyaches... Does that sound about right Juni?\"*She wouldn't look up from what she was doing, though in hearing her name called, Juniper would lift her head up from whatever mischief she was getting to from chasing a vole into its hiding den. Her Airstrider had been more active lately, trying to catch her own prey when given opportunity much like Juna and Jace did, Jace being her Jackal that dozed not too far away in the faint sunlight. Juna wasn't sure if that was typical Airstrider behavior, but at least the bird knew how to get food for herself. Give or take some failed attempts.*\n\n\"Hm... I know there was another... One that... Looked like a clover I think... That's roots are supposed to be for helping...\"*She'd trail off, trying to rack her brain of the memory of the lessons before they could fade too far away.*\"Hm... I'm not too sure... Maybe I should just try using the ones she gave me as reference...\"*The Canifor seemed to be distracted by the task in the meantime, as she'd get up to head over to the small pile of herbs she was given. Juna had been trying to take the time to learn them after her losing her ability to use magic over time. With healing no longer an option, this was her next best thing.*"
},
{
"author": "Manjushage",
"message": "How long had it been since she had ventured into a forest? Manju reminisced. It had been childhood, a place distant past. One unburdened by both responsibilities and... Adulthood, simply put. A small smile crossed her face. There was no doubt in her that she still carried such childlike wonder; after all, her eyes trailed through every edge and curve that it could perceive. Of course, she was searching for something. Something... Of great colour and scent. A flower. Outstretched, her fingers trailed the rough bark of trunks she passed by. Her feet slow to carry her from meter to meter. Both in hopes to make sure she didn't miss a single flower through her pass-by. The ones she did find were a quick pluck into her small glass bottle- one with a small amount of rain-water to keep the rooted flowers fresh. Currently, her assortment was few, and she was still fresh on her bout forward. It was a nice start to her adventure! Her mood was good, and she had not encountered a single problem in her so-called route. Nothing could be going better, really- and if something did go wrong, she had the tools to quickly adjust and make sure that her streak was not going to fall down the drain.\n\nToday, though. Manju didn't feel the need to prepare such measures. So, she hummed. A little song that she had encountered right when she was to leave the country of Runra. She felt herself hit the notes, moving her body in tunes to the vocalized tunes that echoed within her mind, like second nature but not. There was still effort. One. Manju stepped over a thick root that threatened to trip her over- Two. A bit of a close call, but she avoided getting her head caught in a vine. Three... She stopped in her tracks. Was it a voice that she had just heard? Surely faint, but still existing. Curiosity started to pile up in the young fox- one that she could barely shake off from the years she had been chained by the responsibility and sense expected of an adult... \"Oh, oh..?\" She felt herself whisper out aloud. Was it excitement or giddiness that piled up in her stomach? \"What a mischievous fox I am, to be eavesdropping like this...\" The Higanbana moved closer to where she *Thought* The voice was coming from.\n\nLike golden wisps, faint sunlight had crossed through her skin with each step she took forward. Manju's tall, form was only further silhouetted by the colourful clothing she had worn- contrasting against her pale skin with it's black and bright red accents. She had tried to peek from behind a tree trunk, but she was not a very stealthy person. Not at all..."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears would raise up in her hearing the faint sound of humming. With her being busy with the current task, she didn't take it as any more than background noise at first, though with it gradually growing louder followed by the sound of movement, Juna would eventually lift her head up.*\"Juniper?\"*She'd question at first. The Airstrider would look up from the base of the tree she was pecking at, clearly more occupied in catch the animal hiding away in it. Of course it couldn't be Juniper, but if not her nor the dozing Jackal, then who-?\n\nHer ears would swivel in the direction the sound was coming from, soon causing her to notice the person standing just behind the tree, watching her. Her heart would leap in her chest, forcing her to quickly drop the herbs to grab the staff she had left upon the ground. She held it defensively, eyeing the woman in practiced distrust when it came to people traveling through her forest, their intentions always unknown to her.*\"Who are you-?\"*She'd quickly snap, a hint of stammering in her tone to suggest her being taken by surprise.*\"What business do you have here-?\""
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"author": "Manjushage",
"message": "Manju eyed the readied staff with a bit of disinterest, offering only a larger smile when it was planted into the ground. Never had the vixen seriously utilised her 'skills' before; only in training. Flicking her eyes to look at the Canifor's eyes, Manju shallowly bowed; a gesture she heard was common enough. \"Nice to meet you, Lady,\" It was said with neither mirth nor amusement. Softly, she bit the inside of her cheek- hm. Clearly ephemerally distrustful, but that was fine. After all, being in a dark, forest by yourself was some fuel for paranoia- even though accompanied. Curious, curious. Even with her narrow eyes, it was clear that the mention of flowers had sparked interest. Following 'Lady''s line of sight, the attention was upon the bottle of flowers she held. But she still was quietly speaking, and any questions were stuffed into the pocket without a second thought. Conserved for another time.\n\n\"My bad,\" She sheepishly scratched the back of her head. Manju was sorry, that was explicitly clear- if the droop of her ears was not proof, then what could be? But her temporarily meek attitude would quickly flip into an eager one. \"I did,\" The Runran raised a delicate purple eyebrow, \"But only few of the flowers I do find are herbs- rarely am I approached for medicinal ones, either. Are you perhaps interested in them?\" Although the maiden's speech was slow and steady, her eyes shone with anticipation that betrayed her calmness. Clearly, such radiance was enough to feed sunflowers in the night. In her first month of travel away from home, she did not expect to dip into a forest and rant about flowers; but she was clearly preparing herself to do so right now."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"I... Yes...\"*She'd say in response to the woman asking if she were interested in them. Only recently had one woman shown her the herbs that she knew of, perhaps this one could show her as well despite her flowers not all being Herbs necessarily.*\"You see I've been... Trying to write down the herbs I knew of since... I figured it would be a good method to help heal... People...\"*The Canifor would explain, shyly looking away from her as she'd grab and hold up the paper she had been working on with ones she tried to jot down.*\n\n\"I've... Tried to write down a few whenever I could... But... I don't have many... Writing supplies to use... So... I tried to work with what I could find... I...I know of some herbs, but I'd like to learn of more... Maybe even... Find a place where they can all... Properly grow...\"*Her tail would give a light whisk to and fro, a simple sign of some friendliness despite her distant nature from new people.*\n\n\"I don't really know the names of many or... Where to find some of them... But... These are the few I've been given...\"*She'd say, picking up the handful of plants that she had kept in a pile, her ears drooping slightly as she looked at the dying plants.*\"I'm not too sure how to... Store them properly...\"*Unlike food, plants where a much different story. The Canifor had never really worked with them outside of the occasional berries she picked for eating, leaving her at a loss for what to do with them.*"
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"author": "kindbenevolence",
"message": "\"I see,\" So Manju had something of her interest? That was new. She tilted her head forward, ears perking up and turning to face Juna. There was no difficulty in hearing the other lass, but it did help with her thinking. \"Have you had any books of your own?\" Gentle, smooth; as if trying to coax her over. The concerned, thoughtful expression sprawled across her face didn't help either. After all, this Canifor was all the way over here, trying to write, and a small pity had built itself upon the depths of her stomach, clawing it's way up. \"Dear oh dear,\" She pursed her lips, a small frown in the smile's stead. Raising her right arm to gently, slowly splay itself below the girl's hand, awaiting the piece of paper to fall into it's grasp. Fast was the train of thought. Solutions, Was there any advice that she could give? Or was inexperienced teaching her only road forward? Hm. That was a dilemma.\n\n\"What do you lack, exactly?\" Troubled was the new adjective, one eager to join itself to life. \"If it's simply writing supplies, paper is cheaper than parchment with abundance; flowers, you can use to make dyes for calligraphy,\" Higanbana turned, passing a glance at the dying plants- truly, truly wonderful how her interest had manifested a problem for her to solve. \"But then again, Silvarian is not the most compact language, is it?\" Raising up the piece of paper to eye level, the fox hummed. \"There are many problems, most we cannot fix so easily nor patch up,\" She squatted down, her tails cushioning the tough tree-root. \"I would like to address the dying plants first. Do you have any possessions of this sort?\" The bottle of flowers was raised, then lowered. The movement enough to catch attention and emphasis. \"Pots, vases, any?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Slowly, but surely Juna would move over to hand the woman the paper. Internally, she hoped she wouldn't just tear it up into shreds, the paper was crumbled up enough as it was.*\"No...\"*Juna would say to the question about having her own books.*\"No...\"*She'd say again to having the bottles and vases for flowers. Juna would listen to the woman explain how she could simply get the supplies. It was hardly as simple as that in Juna's case, having to explore about the city just to find the place she's looking for while also tugging her Airstrider and Jackal to move with her without drawing too much attention to herself. It was almost a headache to think about, but she couldn't blame the woman for the simple solutions alongside the ways that she could possibly use her environment to help with coloring.*\n\n\"I... Haven't really been visiting the city lately...\"*She'd say knowing that she'd have to explain herself in making any sense as she'd soon sit down as well to be more at level with the lady.*\"It's... Hard for me to get through the city... While also making sure Juniper is safe... I've... Visited a few times... But it can be confusing and overwhelming and... It's... Hard to get what I need... I'm not even sure what I need... Just... Something to keep the herbs alive and to help them grow close together so that I can... Properly write them down... Before... I forget...\"*Juna didn't want to forget. She was only given a brief lesson, but she didn't want to lose such rare opportunity this fast.*"
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would make his way through the forest, a thin ray of sun lighting the path and signifying that it was just about midday. It had been a while since he had truly explored the forest and in doing so now, he was able to think back to old memories he had of this place. Not that he could remember them all too much, though it amused him to this day that this was the place where he had met quite a few allies. He'd come to pass by an old spot in the forest, one where he had made a makeshift camp in the pouring rain for the time being before the weather had eventually come to pass. He didn't recognize it of course what with most forest being the same to him, but he could at least feel some familiarity of the area. The Elf would walk upon a pond, deciding that maybe this would be the best place to relax at for a while without worrying of the heat getting in the way. He'd lightly brush at the ground with a foot, soon coming to take a seat where he stood as he'd stare out into the open water silently. Moments like this he could enjoy his alone time. Nothing but him and his hiding bird companion it seemed.*"
},
{
"author": "Jackson Humdrum Atonal",
"message": "Wow sure would suck if someone came and interrupted it\nThe large man slowly made his way through the forest, spotting the pond."
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal, I believe that is a pond, you seem to be lacking in your sufficient water intake. Perhaps you should make a pitstop.\""
},
{
"author": "Jackson Humdrum Atonal",
"message": "Jackson walked up to the pond and noticed Terrel. He stared at him while standing still next to the pond."
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel's head would turn at the sound of another voice coming from somewhere in the forest. It seemed like he wouldn't be alone for long. That was quickly supported as the man would come into view, forcing Terrel to have to lean back to look up at him from where he sat. From what it sounded like, it seemed he was looking to take a break at the pond, to which Terrel would gesture out at it with a gloved hand.*\"Go on.\"*He'd say to him as if allowing him to go enjoy it.*\"Don't mind me.\""
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal, you may proceed.\""
},
{
"author": "Jackson Humdrum Atonal",
"message": "Jackson got on one knee and put his hand into the water, cupping some in it and tilting his head up, pouring it over the mask as it fell into the mouth. Oddly, the mask did not seem wet from this and there wasn't much of drinking sound."
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal, it appears we are in similar company. That man over there also harbors a mask, though I doubt it is has interesting as me.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would raise any eyebrow in hearing him being brought up from whatever one way conversation seemed to be going on.*\"Are you talking to yourself or... Is your mask alive...?\"*He'd question the last part more hesitantly in the one speaking referring to themselves as if they were the mask. Masks couldn't speak, could they? Then again he supposed he's heard animals speak so at this point, it could hardly surprise him.*"
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{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal, could you please walk over to the gentleman in the pig mask?\""
},
{
"author": "Jackson Humdrum Atonal",
"message": "Jackson walks over after drinking his share and looks down at him from his big boy stature."
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"If you would give me your name, I could refer to your correctly, however, until that point.\nThe Silnari Gentleman in the Pig Mask, Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal is incapable of speech, I am his helper.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"That helper being... The mask... Right?\"*He'd question him dubiously. Somehow Terrel didn't believe he'd find anyone weirder than the companions he had previously met, yet there was always someone out there to surprise him.*\"The name's Terrel. I can go by pig, pig man, hog, any of those names really. It all refers to the same thing in my eyes.\""
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Terrel, Pig, Pig man, Hog, you are correct in your assumption. I am the mask.\""
},
{
"author": "Jackson Humdrum Atonal",
"message": "Jackson looks at the mask on Terrel and tilts his head"
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal appears to be curious by your mask. We know why we wear ours, it simply must be. Why would someone willing to choose otherwise choose to wear a mask?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Preference typically.\"*He'd answer the two, taking it as a more general statement.*\"Some wear them at parties, others to hide their face. I just wear it since it's unique. I'm guessing in your case the mask is... Stuck to your face or something?\""
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{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Terrel, Pig, Pigman, Hog, you are correct in your assumption. However, being stuck is an incorrect term, we were installed onto Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal with a positive outlook.\""
},
{
"author": "Jackson Humdrum Atonal",
"message": "Jackson tilts his head"
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal wonders why you wish to be unique?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"So he can take off the mask at any time then?\"*The Elf would question in his earlier term being used incorrectly. As he was asked why he wished to be unique, the Elf would let out a snort of suppressed amusement.*\"There's something about being unique that makes someone just a little more unpredictable.\"*He'd say in a low tone.*\"Riddle me this. What do you know about Silnaris?\""
},
{
"author": "Jackson Humdrum Atonal",
"message": "Jackson looks up at the sky and then back down to the pond, seemingly never considering this. He then looks back to Terrel."
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Terrel, Pig, Pigman, Hog, you are correct in your assumption. However, Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal would never wish to do so.\"\nIt pauses for a second.\n\"If people all are under the same category without a mask, wouldn't that make them more unpredictable as a whole? It seems that wearing a mask would bring you into being part of a group of people who wear masks, from which people can assume more unique behaviors that are specialized to those who do the same.\"\nIt pauses for a second again, after a second it almost seems like it is reciting something.\n\"*The Silnari are pointy-eared humanoids known for being taller, but not necessarily less muscular, and having a slightly higher inclination to magic than the average Macen. On average, natural talents for magic tend to occur around a quarter more often in Silnari than baseline population - and their longer lifetime gives them more time to pass on magical knowledge. Silnari are universally known as great social readers, with an uncanny ability to read the face of others - even if they belong to other species. Another notable trait is that Silnari tends to have higher occurrence of andrgynous traits amongst all members of the species - and most cultures tend to see no problem with this occurence.*\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Wow, you really just have that whole description off the top of your head...\"*He'd say before giving a brief shake of his head.*\"Never mind, point is even if people that are part of the same group assume different personalities that doesn't exactly alter perception of those outside of it.\"*He'd lean back slightly, deciding to change his words to make it better to understand.*\"Like how you told me everything there is to know about Silnari, that's typically as far as anyone cares to know. They're magic users that are too good at reading people. They see someone with colorful hair and pointy ears and that's automatically where their mind goes. Sometimes it takes just a bit more to stand out even if it's just an animalistic mask. The very thought that I refuse use magic already leaves some Elves on the verge of having a heart attack.\"*He'd let out an exasperated exhale of air. It was something he was too used having to hear both in and out of his 'group'.*"
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{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Terrel, Pig, Pigman, Hog, what exactly drives you to not use magic? It seems quite nugatory when your race gives you sure a natural ability.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He'd sit in silence for a while, quiet pondering over which words were better to say.*\"Not everyone gets the natural ability to use magic.\"*He'd eventually say.*\"Magic's never helped me with anything. Somehow I've found a sword to be more reliable than it.\""
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Ah. So you are not very good at it, despite your races naturally abilities?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Mediocre at best.\"*He'd say begrudgingly.*\"Can't shoot fire out of my hands or make water fall from the sky. Mana has never been a friend of mines, but I've stopped caring for it ages ago. At this point I doubt I have any left.\"*The Elf would simply shrug. He had grown used to a life without magic. Though he couldn't deny its usefulness at times, it only proved to be a pain for him in the long run.*"
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"I believe I understand. I too would want to wear a mask if I failed at the main thing I was made for.\"\nIt pauses for a second\n\"A mask on a mask... Wow! Thinking about it just opens so many possibilities.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Elf would snort in suppressed amusement.*\"Well when you say it like that it sounds a lot more depressing. I'm afraid this mask is from much fonder memories though. The face under it hardly matters to anyone at that point. If I needed a constant reminder of my inability to use magic, I'd just go out and fight mages everyday.\"*He gave a brief shake of his head, mostly from the ridiculousness of the Helper's statement towards wearing another mask. A perplexed expression would cross his face, though of course that wasn't really visible.*\"So would that mask be sentient and wear another mask?\"*He'd decide to ask, finding the thought of continuing this pattern to be a lot funnier.*"
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "It pauses for a second.\n\"Well, I am only given sentience to help Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal... But there are some things I need help with, so I suppose another sentient mask would help that, and I imagine, that mask would need something to be helped with, at which point it would require a sentient mask of its own and after that...\"\nThis continues until terrel stops the mask"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Alright, alright. I get it.\"*He'd say, holding a hand up to stop the constant speech.*\"So what were to happen if you just stopped being a mask and Jackson just gave your sentience to an actual body?\"*The Elf new of some occasions were things like summons and others of the sort seemed sentient. Then again, a talking mask was rather new to him, making him wonder if it worked all the same. Somewhere in that thought process, the Elf imagined some sort of talking animal wearing a mask to which he would snicker at it.*"
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "It pauses...\n\"I can't really see why I'd want that.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Why not? You'd get to roam around, see things on your own, do stuff without needing the extra assistance. I mean I'd guess you'd still be Jackson assistant or whatever you call this dynamic, but at least you'd have some individuality.\"*Terrel would explain, tilting his head back a bit in thought.*\"Never at least thought about not being part of a mask?\""
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "It pauses again, a little longer than usual.\n\"My main reason for coming into existence is to simply help Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal. Given the place that I am in, I am in an optimal position to monitor all of his needs and what to do. I don't believe me having my own body would change much. I only wish to bring Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal happiness.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"So I'm guessing you're just happy whenever Jackson is happy or some logic like that?\"*He'd question.*\"Are your thoughts just like his own thoughts too?\"*Internally, the Elf tried to piece together whatever this kind of magic was, the most logical being something similar to summoning or enchanting some kind of ability on the mask. Either way Terrel simply envisioned the mask as the extension of the one who wore it, seemingly not the one to talk. Perhaps that was what they helped with above anything.*"
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "Pause\n\"What an odd query. I do not know if I am capable of emotion, but at least that is where I and Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal bond. Perhaps, if my job is complete, and he can feel something, one day I could feel something too. However, considering I had never considered that up until this point, I don't believe I'd call it a priority.\"\nIt pauses again.\n\"No, Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal and I do not share thoughts. While sometimes I can understand what he is trying to convey, that is as far as it goes. I am my own entity.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"You seem to read him pretty well.\"*He'd note before idly taking off his gloves so he could move to submerge his hand into the cooler pond water.*\"You don't think too far ahead do you? Understandable enough, though why isn't he happy? Outside of the crippling things that happen day to day in this world. You would think by now there'd be some kind of feeling.\""
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal is neither sad nor happy. Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal exists in a humdrum life. Without me, he is contempt to stand in a room all day looking at the wall. It is only when he is told to do something that he will actually do something.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Ever tried having him work for someone then?\"*He'd joke. What better thing to do than a job for someone if he simply followed what someone said. Then again Terrel was hardly different with his job, but at least he did his own thing outside of it, things that at least gave him some peace of mind. The person was strange to say the least. It was a wonder of how he even made it to this point with that way of going about things.*"
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Yes. Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal is quite good at jobs. He was a laborer on his parents farm for many years, and even became a craftsman for a year or so after. He would have been fine existing in the constant loop of labor, but his parents did not enjoy having him around.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Why's that?\"*The Elf would ask. He supposed at some point parents were bound to kick their children out, though he had left home prior to that even becoming a possibility. It made him wonder what his own family was doing nowadays. Having left so long ago, some stuff was bound to have changed in that time.*"
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Oh, it's quite simple. Without Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal acting like a normal child, they are constantly reminded of the failures of their parenting and are unable to continue their lives happily.\""
},
{
"author": "Jackson Humdrum Atonal",
"message": "Jackson nods and continues to look at the sky."
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He'd remove his hand from the pond, shaking the water from it for a short while before he'd rub at the back of his neck.*\"I don't see the problem. The guy can get a job done. He could end up making money and living the life just like anyone else would want to. Granted, emotionless, but employers hardly care so long as the task is done.\""
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "It paused again\n\"The parents appeared to have gone through some questionable attempts at fixing Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal until I was brought on. It appears they were not able to bare what they did without a successful conclusion.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He'd give off a shrug.*\"Their loss. You should go visit the Capitol. Plenty of places that could use someone with a basic skillset. Not sure if it'll make him particularly happy or not, but maybe find an end goal there at some point or just find someone to hang out with. It can be complicated, but sometimes you just go with the flow for a while until something happens.\"*He'd chuckle.*\"It's what I do anyways.\""
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"We are considering many options, but we have worked those jobs without any change. I believe forced interaction and putting Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal into different situations will possibly lead to something.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"This interaction doing anything?\"*He'd ask. The Elf would place his hand back on the ground. He certainly didn't expect anyone else to be out here nor could he imagine himself just putting himself out there in different situations, but if it works for them, it works he supposed.*"
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Perhaps. We will only know in time, but we always do appreciate the time others take to interact with us.\"\nIt pauses\n\"Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal, why don't you craft a gift for our new acquaintance?\""
},
{
"author": "Jackson Humdrum Atonal",
"message": "Jackson begins to sit up and finds a large stick, cracking it in half and beginning to carve it with a carving knife."
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I'll take that as a win.\"*The Elf would say, grinning in slight triumph over something that probably wouldn't come again.*\"A gift?\"*He'd question in a tone of confusion. Terrel supposed this shouldn't be as strange to him, the more confusing part him taking a stick and crafting it into something unbeknownst to the Elf. His head would tilt a bit to the side in trying to get a better angled view of it.*\"What is it?\""
},
{
"author": "Jackson Humdrum Atonal",
"message": "He continues carving silently."
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal requests a second to finish.\""
},
{
"author": "Jackson Humdrum Atonal",
"message": "After a bit, he grabs the gift in his fist and puts it toward Terrel slowly, flipping over his fist and opening it up to reveal a roughly carved wooden pig figurine."
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would wait a moment longer, silently watching him carve away while hardly getting to see what it was he was working on. Only when he held out the pig figurine did the elf finally let out a quiet chuckle at it.*\"Thanks.\"*He'd say, slowly grabbing the wooden figurine from his hand and turning it over.*\"Guess I can see why the mask considered you a good craftsman.\"*Any more of these pig gifts and one may consider him obsessed. Actually maybe that's a good thing. It could make a fitting decoration later if anything. He'd smile down at it for a short while, before soon pocketing it away within the folds of his cloak.*"
},
{
"author": "Jackson Humdrum Atonal",
"message": "Jackson slowly nods. He reaches forward toward Terrel's mask and attempts to feel what it's made out of."
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would grab Jackson's arm with his hand, moving his head back ever so slightly.*\"A quick bit of advice though, don't try to do that to the other people in the city. It isn't always taken too lightly.\""
},
{
"author": "Jackson Humdrum Atonal",
"message": "Jackson's hand stops. His flesh feels almost burning to the touch."
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal, it appears you cannot just attempt to touch people's possessions. Please put your hand back.\""
},
{
"author": "Jackson Humdrum Atonal",
"message": "Jackson slowly puts his hand back down."
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"It appears he wished to see what your mask was made out of.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"This? Mainly clay and fabrics, bit of furs for the Pig aesthetic.\"*He'd laugh at the last part, mainly drawing in old memories of when he first wore a mask like this. He was much younger then, but enjoyed it all the same.*\"I'm guessing you make your own masks?\"*The Elf would ask them.*"
},
{
"author": "Jackson Humdrum Atonal",
"message": "He would tilt his head."
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Masks as in me? If that is the assumption, no. I was created by someone else and placed onto Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Did that someone know he needed a mask or did he used to talk then?\"*He'd ask, trying to fill in a hidden gap behind the mask's history of being made. Terrel would have assumed that being a craftsman Jackson would have had some part in it being made even if someone else made it magical.*"
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"My creator was paid for by Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal's parents to make this mask specifically for him. It was my creators idea even to attach this charming face to the mask so that Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal's emotionless face would both people less.\"\nAt a closer inspection of the mask, it does seem extremely clean and made out of some sort of ceramic or porcelain. The eye holes and the mouth holes lead to everlasting darkness uwu"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Didn't do such a bad job at it.\"*He'd say in his own strange way of complimenting it. The Elf would eventually turn away, glancing down at the pond of water in front of him.*\"So you heading to the Capitol from here?\""
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"He did a great job even! Our creator was one of the best!\"\nIt beams up a bit.\n\"We were just wandering through when we noticed the water and Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal was growing thirsty. Which way is the capitol? It could be the next destination.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Elf would point backwards, gesturing to the way he had originally come from.*\"Just straight that way until you find the main road, then head right from there. The gates shouldn't be far so you should be able to see them.\"*He would instruct.*"
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"That sounds good. Thank you for your help, Mister Terrel, Pig, Pigman, Hog. Have you seen many titans at this place?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Elf would scratch at his head with the question being asked, trying to rack his brain of any other Titans he's met.*\"Besides Jackson and some guard, not really.\"*He'd say eventually with that being as far as his memory went.*\"Why?\""
},
{
"author": "Jackson Humdrum Atonal",
"message": "He appears to look at the ground a bit."
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"I am not entirely sure, but Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal appears to be at least slightly more at ease around his own kind.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Can't say I've seen many in my time of traveling. Who knows, maybe they're all gathered somewhere that no other kind knows of.\"*He'd say.*"
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal and even my knowledge seems to be very lacking on where they could be located. The only ones I know about is Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal's family.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Can probably try searching a library.\"*He'd say, lowering his other hand into the pond. This time he would use it to rub the cool water along the bottom of his chin, his shoulders growing lax soon after.*\"Got all kinds of things you can probably find there.\""
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Hmmm... I have a large amount of library knowledge... But for some reason most libraries seem to be lacking in that knowledge...\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well. First one you find, don't forget to ask.\"*He'd say simply, dipping his back into the water.*\"I typically visit around Mentia if you ever want to travel there. You never know what you'll come across in that country. Maybe you'll find what you're liking for there.\""
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"And what is it exactly that you do, Mister Terrel, Pig, Pigman, Hog?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Travel mainly. Helps me find more jobs as a mercenary that way. And also meet more people along the way if that's what you care more about.\"*He'd say.*\"But I'm just taking a break from it right now.\""
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Why are you taking a break? Is the pay not sufficient?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"The pay is fine. The workload, not so much at times. Let's just say coworkers make a job harder than need be. It gets tiring after a while.\"*He'd glance over at the two.*\"Sometimes I just want to be able to finish a task, not have to debate in the middle of said task, and get the money for it, but times like that are rare, so I've just been doing my own thing for a while now.\""
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"That seems... Quizzical. Why would people being paid for a job question how it is done?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Some like to wait until midway through it before having conflicting ideologies. I can never understand it really. Always just saw it as get a job, do it as efficiently as possible, and get paid. Not that every job is the cleanest, but can't help them all.\"*He'd say.*\"Money isn't worth it to them at times in comparison to sticking to their morals.\""
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"I agree. If you were to spend all your time questioning what you were told, nothing would get accomplished. You have to assume that what you are being told to do is the correct thing.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"It's the thing that pays me in the end. I already decide whether or not I'll do it at the time of accepting the offer. Anything after is just pure work, whether or not it's correct is a conflict amongst the employers. But sometimes I end up antagonized for doing my job anyways, so not much can be done with that.\""
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"That is unfortunate. Well, if you need someone who will always follow through on their orders, we will always be around.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He'd raise an eyebrow, more so questionably. The Elf has had plenty of allies who seemed keen on working with him only to end up being a pain in the neck when it came down to it.*\"Really?\"*He'd question dubiously.*\"So you don't care much from the idea of death being at every turn or the occasional task of you having to kill off people at the order of someone else?\"*His words would come rather bluntly. He had grown tired of dodging around the truth for those unable to stomach the reality of people simply hating one another. Their means for getting each other killed simply added more gold to his own pocket.*"
}
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{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal and I lack feelings or empathy. I cannot see why not. If anything, if we do feel bad, that will at least be a type of emotion and we can call that a success!\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He'd sit in silence for a while, soon letting out a half chuckle. Maybe this was why their parents felt they had failed them.*\"I might take you up on that offer then.\"*Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have someone who's only mindset would be getting a job done. The Elf would think on it for a moment.*\"I'll have to head back to the Capitol soon enough, but if you ever decide to visit Mentia, I may have something for you to do there later on.\""
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "\"That sounds wonderful. Mr. Jackson Humdrum Atonal, this man has been a great help to all of us, say thank you.\""
},
{
"author": "Jackson Humdrum Atonal",
"message": "Jackson stands up and nods at Terrel."
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He'd offer a nod back.*\"Till then.\"*He'd say, gradually standing up before turning away.*\"Thanks again for the trinket. I look forward to doing business with you.\"*Those would be the last words he'd say before soon heading off into the forest and eventually vanishing from sight. Perhaps there was still some hope from him to obtain a good enough ally for his missions, but for now, he had his own tasks he needed to get done. Maybe they'll meet again in the near future. One can only guess.*"
},
{
"author": "Helper",
"message": "It would pause until he was out of sight\n\"Wow! What a swell fella!\""
}
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{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would trot across the forest terrain, sun beaming down on her back from where the trees failed to fully cover her. She'd let out a tired exhale of air, finding gratitude in the sound of rushing water nearby, signifying she was close to a river. The Centaur would head over to it briskly, the exhaustion hitting her by the time she managed to reach the water's edge. Only recently had she made it out of the Capitol and there still remained no sign of another city close by. Hopefully this river was a sign that she was heading in the right direction. She'd sit down at the edge of it, cupping her hands in the water to at least get a small drink of it to cool off.*"
},
{
"author": "Xylon",
"message": "*He walked around the forest floor aimlessly, he was just trying to find something to do honestly it's been boring and he needed some sort off fun in his life.*\n\n*He walked and walked until he caught a glimpse of a centaur near a river curious he quickly hides in a bush and spies from afar which isn't really that far watching intently.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would lift her head up, getting the feeling that something was watching her as she'd turn to glance back towards the forest. There was nothing in view for her to see, though it did give her a slight sense of unease.*\"Someone there...?\"*She'd call out. She hadn't strayed too far from the Capitol yet so surely war efforts hadn't made their way here already. Unless...*"
},
{
"author": "Xylon",
"message": "*He looked curiously as the centaur seem to tense in fear and looks back, he decided it'd be fun to spook them more and quickly but quietly shuffles far from them still hiding but now behind a large rock, picked up a small pebble and threw it near the centaur's direction creating a noise as it splashes into the river.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody's gaze would follow the pebble as it would land in the water, soon looking back towards where it was thrown from. Was the thing hiding trying to distract her or something?*\"You don't have to hide you know.\"*She'd say out to them. Melody couldn't quite pinpoint where exactly the pebble came from, merely the general direction of it. She'd come to stand up more fully in the event that it was someone trying to attack her out in the middle of the forest.*\"I'm not here to fight.\""
},
{
"author": "Xylon",
"message": "*He didn't get the desired reaction he wanted, he quickly and quietly shuffled his way to the other side of the centaur and threw another pebble at their direction grinning.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She'd watch as another pebble was thrown towards her, figuring getting them to come out wasn't going to be so easy.*\"Or don't...\"*Melody would say.*\"I'm just passing through if this your land or something. I just needed a break from traveling.\""
},
{
"author": "Xylon",
"message": "*He thought he might aswell just pop up if it meant it'll be more fun, so he quietly creeps up near the centaur and simply says.* \n\n\"Hi!\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would take a step back, not expecting Xylon's to jump out of hiding so suddenly. She'd readjust her footing, making sure she didn't accidentally fall back into the river behind her int the process as she'd regard the newcomer.*\"Oh-. Hello there-.\"*She'd say, looking down towards the Raccoon Elf.*\"Who... Might you be?\""
},
{
"author": "Xylon",
"message": "*He gave it a thought before replying with a fake name* \"My name is Polus! I am the protector of this forest and you're currently trespassing!!\" *He exclaims and dramatically points to where the centaur is currently taking rest near the river, he hides a grin as he acts giddy to do something at least or it'll just be all boredom and sadness.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody seemed a bit skeptical of it, especially when he hardly seemed more than a child. Perhaps this was a game of sorts he was playing to which she'd find herself speaking in a more proper tone as if she were playing along with it.*\"Oh, I'm sorry.\"*She'd reply, regaining composure as she'd stand up more straight.*\"My name is Melody Vander. Would it be alright if I were to relax at this river for a short while?\""
},
{
"author": "Xylon",
"message": "\"It would, for a price\" *He sneered though on the inside he's giggling, it was fun playing make believe he could be anyone he wanted to be maybe a adventurer in the desert searching for a artefact long forgotten, or a great knight searching the woods for a rumoured fae, anything and everything! There was no limit.* \n\n\"It's rude to tress pass miss, if you want to atone for your misdeeds you must pay a price! In the form of shiny objects\" *He says outstretching his hand and gives a gesture.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Apologies, I must admit that I could not recall seeing any sign of this land being owned by someone.\"*She'd bring her hand up to her chin in thought as she looked down at him. The centaur had enough experience in the law to know that trespassing wasn't always as simple as walking through an unnamed forest without any sign to warn otherwise. Things cost money to be able to say you own the land.*\"You wouldn't happen to have proper documentations claiming ownership of this land would you? Or perhaps a patron of sorts?\""
},
{
"author": "Xylon",
"message": "*Luckily he was somehow prepared for this, he dug through his pockets and pulled out a piece of paper that's definitely forged but not by his hands it states that he was the owner of this very forest and those that trespass must pay with any shiny jewels or riches, how he got this we don't know he just has it on him.* \n\n\"Here if you don't believe me.\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would take the piece of paper, reading it over for brief a moment.*\"Riiigghhhttt.\"*She'd say slowly, knowing very well that this paper was probably fake with it being hard enough for Melody to read as it was.*\"In that case I'll be sure to take this back to the housing association, so that they'll be able to best deal with this situation.\"*She'd say, soon pocketing the paper.*"
}
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{
"author": "Xylon",
"message": "\"You'd better, anyway what are you running from?\" *He asks now in a nonchalant tone, a quick change of emotions is easy and besides he's curious as to why the centaur was running till she came upon the river side.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Running from?\"*The Centaur would ask in a confused tone, pushing away the childish game so that she could focus more on his question.*\"Oh! You got it all wrong. I'm not running away from anything, more so... Running towards something I guess you can say?\""
},
{
"author": "Xylon",
"message": "\"Hm, towards where?\" *He asks head tilting in curiosity, if the centaur lady is going somewhere he's very much interested where maybe he could explore more places than just going through the wilderness."
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Mentia.\"*She'd tell him, turning back around so that she could lightly lower herself back to the ground to continue splashing some water over her overly heated body.*\"I guess you must not have heard of the Mentia War going on, huh?\"*She'd partially assume, not even sure if he was old enough to fully grasp the concept of what war even was.*"
},
{
"author": "Xylon",
"message": "\"War? Nope haven't heard of that, i mostly just live in the woods anyway so i don't really get any news around here unless you count the news about animal drama happening.\" *He says shrugging, truthfully he hasn't heard of any wars near \"Mentia\" Or whatever that place is and he is most definitely curious.*\n\n \"What happened that caused the war anyway?\""
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"I wouldn't know.\"*She'd say with a sigh.*\"It's been around for as long as I can remember and only seems to be getting worse. So, I'm planning on heading North to help my family before the war gets to them. If it hasn't already from what people have been saying about it.\"*She could admire the person's innocence at least, probably not having a care in the world in living out in the forests and listening to the animals. Melody couldn't bring herself to shatter that with the harshness of reality.*"
},
{
"author": "Xylon",
"message": "\"Huh okay\" *He says deciding to just sit next to the centaur legs crossed and looking at the water.*\n\n \"What do you think you'd do if you're too late to help your family?\" *He asks.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*Melody would fall silent, lost in thought of thinking what would happen if the worst possible outcome occurred. What if she was already too late to help them, making this entire trip a futile attempt at rescuing them?*\"I'm... Not sure...\"*She'd openly admit, glancing over towards Xylon.*\"What would you do in that situation?\""
},
{
"author": "Xylon",
"message": "\"...I couldn't do a thing\" *He admitted* \"I couldn't do a single thing, but hide and hope that the danger would pass.\" *He stares at the water deeper trying to look at anything in the water to distract himself, he wonders why he even asked that question..*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Couldn't?\"*She'd ask, the word having a much different meaning than what she had asked. At least so it seemed in her eyes anyways. Perhaps she had misheard and took it the wrong way, though to her it sounded as if something like that had already happened to the Silnari.*\"Did something happen?\""
},
{
"author": "Xylon",
"message": "*He didn't reply and just keep staring hard into the river trying to find something, anything to distract himself before the images pop up in his head and with that soon the water works would flow, and he can't have that happening.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "\"Oh...\"*She'd say quietly. Melody would fall into silence, following his gaze down towards the water.*\"I'm sorry...\"*Splashing a bit more water over her arms, she'd finally say:*\"I'll admit. I'm don't know what I'll do. I guess... I'll just end up returning back here.\""
},
{
"author": "Xylon",
"message": "\"That's nice... I guess\" *He continues in silence, watching the water move in a mostly steady stream, if he thinks hard enough he could possibly see faces smiling at him from the surface of the water.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She could tell he must not have been in the best mood from the question, figuring she could only accept that response. The Centaur would carefully stand up, flicking the small bits of water off her in turn.*\"Well at any rate good sir. I apologize for trespassing. Can't say I have much money to spare with the whole trip I have to save for up north, but I can promise to pay you back somehow whenever I return.\"*She'd say, a small attempt to at least make him feel better with a bit of playfulness towards his earlier statement of this being his land.*"
},
{
"author": "Xylon",
"message": "\"Oh, right! Well you best be off and i guess be careful i do want that payment to be fulfilled\" *He says standing up, seemingly getting ready to leave the area aswell* \"Farewell Miss Melody Vander! May we meet again-\" *He then bolts back into the woods and out of sight and leaving no trace of his essence anywhere.*"
},
{
"author": "Melody Vander",
"message": "*She couldn't help but laugh a little quietly at the kid, offering a light wave as he'd dash off. What an odd Elf.*\"Until next time.\"*The Centaur would say back before turning away to head off. She had spent enough of the day here, it was time to continue on her journey before it was too late.*"
}
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel gave a tilt of his head, his grin going lopsided in the process.*\"Can't say I do.\"*He said to her, knowing full well he never really had a reason to be able to prior to this with him not eating meat. Terrel called his wolf back over, who seemed to be salivating near the buck. With some restraint, Fiery managed to tear his gaze away from the animal to return back to the Elf.*\"Regardless, should probably get this back to the house.\"*Terrel added, moving to join her next to the deer.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"...I don't know why I keep forgetting that. Sorry, the hide's useful too. We can get to foraging if you feel we're low.\"\n*The realisation hit her like an anvil, her recovery entirely lacking for her usual sharp pointedness. A dagger was produced, a muttering of prayer following; then a rip of hide from flesh.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel gave a casual shrug of his shoulders.*\"It's rarely relevant.\"*He said to her.*\"I'm not worried of myself, just looking out for the pack.\"*Terrel idly watched her as she began butchering the deer. In the meantime, he offered some spare jerky to Fiery as both a reward and distraction for the time being.*\"Lots of mouths to feed. If stocks are low for myself, I'd typically just visit town since it isn't too far away and a lot less time consuming.\""
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"Not wrong there. There'll be more than enough for the lot of them, especially if I'm only making enough for myself...\"\n*Ikehara removed the rest of the hide swiftly, glancing at the wolf and his master. Sliding the pelt from under the carcass, she rolled it up and set it aside for now.*\n\"Now, to strip the meat... You got the horses not too far from here, right? I'll work on the carcass.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He nodded to her.*\"I'll go grab them. Need something to haul the deer in?\"*The Silnari asked her, figuring he'd get a cart or something to bring with them. Seeing the Elf getting ready to set off, Fiery looked up from his quick snack and headed back over to him.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"Yep, if you can get it down this path... We came off-beat a good distance, eh?\"\n*She agreed, raising her head and scanning around their surroundings. The undergrowth was far more treacherous here than anywhere near the main road, knowing that only their dextrous trio would have no trouble traversing the root-strewn forest floor.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Only a little.\"*He said with a chuckle.*\"I'll bring them over as far as I can come. Then send out the hound for you.\"*He gave Fiery a playful pat on his head, then headed off back to home with him, leaving the Okamimi to work on the deer.*"
}
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{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"Great. Grab the big sack with me, Fiery'll have the little one affixed to his back. Here, brother. Good work.\"\n*She gave Terrel a short wave as he approached again, tying up the thick sheets of canvas she'd unfurled into makeshift bags, producing a large sliver of venison and offering it to their companion wolf.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Fiery instantly went for the offered venison, distracting himself with it as he quickly scarfed down. Terrel meanwhile was listening to Ikehara and gave her a nod as he grabbed the smaller bag and helped to get it situated on Fiery's back as he was finishing up with his treat. He gave the wolf a pat, cupping the wolf's face in his hands.*\"Now no eating the ones in this bag.\"*He advised to the wolf with a sense of humor to his serious tone. It was especially so when the wolf looked completely oblivious to what he just said. The canine just seemed happy to be here. Once the bag was nice and settled, Terrel went back over to Ikehara to help her lift up the larger sack.*\"Alright lets try get back to them before other animals start getting attracted to the deer. Would rather not endanger the horses by creating a trail.\"*He said to her.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"The bones should keep 'em here instead of along our trail... But true enough. It'll be done once the wolves eat their fill and I cook n' dry that stuff.\"\n*Ikehara nodded in assent, taking one of the large handle and beginning to hoist it up. The pack wasn't too heavy on its own, but she knew it would be too unwieldy for one person to carry on their back. She snarled to herself at the fact that she'd have to walk unarmed, but Fiery was still raring to go...*\n\"On three, Terrel. You lift and so will I. One, two, three!\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Alright.\"*He said, taking his end and waiting for her to count down before he lifted it up. It didn't feel heavy for him, but he could see that it would be easier to balance it between the two of them with how awkward it would be to carry. Fiery was already wandering ahead, occasionally looking back to the two of them to make sure they were following. The Elf nodded to Ikehara, waiting for her to get the bag situated on her end before he began moving to follow after the wolf.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "*The group would make steady progress back to the horses from this point, Ikehara recognising most of the trail and glancing to Terrel when she wasn't. They'd managed to make a decent team so far...\nReturning to their steeds and the cart, the okamimi would hoist the bag onto her shoulder and lay it on the back of the cart with a heave. Hopping up onto the back, she produced her crossbow once more and raised a finger skyward, drawing a circle in the air: 'Move Out', it seemed to mean.* \"You got the reigns, Silnari? Those horses like you more than they like me.\" She would grin, glancing at him as she reclined a little against the sack.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*With the bag settled inside the cart, Terrel approached the horses. Only when the Okamimi asked him the question, did he glance back to see her having gotten comfortable in the cart with her crossbow at the ready.*\"Well we can't all be favorites.\"*He joked in return, hopping up on Carl's back and making sure Ikehara's steed would readily follow.*\"But I'm willing to bet that's not your only reason.\"*The Elf tapped at his mount's side with a foot, bringing him into a slow trot. Once the steed's partner began moving along did Terrel decide to get them trotting along at a faster pace back towards the main road. By the time they made it back to the path, the sun had completely vanished over the horizon, leaving a darkened blue sky in its wake. Terrel became lax on his horse with it seeming like nothing else was around them for miles. Even the wolf seemed less alert to anything as it trotted alongside the cart.*\"Looking like smooth rides from here.\"*He said.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"Better be. If something followed us out the forest, I'll have a clear shot - but so will it to us.\" *She scowled audibly, waving her crossbow at their treaded path with one hand, then clasping it with both and lining up her eye along the bolt shaft. She tired of this only after a few minutes, glancing to Terrel then to the road ahead.*\n\"So what now? After the wolves are fed, we're heading towards the capital I'm guessing? You got something for us there?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Relax.\"*Terrel said in his usually nonchalant tone.*\"With those ears, I'm sure you can hear anything coming from a mile away.\"*The Silnari considered her next question. With the wolves fed and probably having some venison to spare for the Okamimi, Terrel figured he'd go search for somewhere to eat in the Capitol. In fact, the Silnari knew of just the place and it seemed like his traveling companion was quite curious of where they'd be going. He glanced back to Ikehara, tilting his head in thought.*\"Getting late, but I suppose there'd be no better time to go out for dinner. I know of a good restaurant there.\""
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"Meh, probably... Old habits die hard, sirrah.\" *She shot back with a baring of her upper teeth, following it with a smirk as her guard was lowered. The crossbow rested on a knee, Ikehara reaching over to Fiery and scritching behind his ears; grumbling to him something pleasant in her basic tongue. Her ears perked at the mention of dinner, glancing to Terrel curiously. He'd found a few nice places along their journey, and Salvainia was a big city.* \"Oh yeah? I'll take your word for it.\""
}
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Fiery's tongue hung out in a light pant as Ikehara gave him pat. Angling his head up, he gave her hand a couple of licks in return. Terrel watched the small interaction before refocusing on the path ahead again. The house wasn't too far away from where they had ended up, which was quickly becoming obvious as a couple of small canines began approaching the cart. Anyone would have thought the random wolves were regular wild ones, but their interaction with the others showed a more tame side to them. The house drew close in the distance and once they've made their way over, Terrel brought the cart to a stop and hopped down just in time for to be swarmed by a handful of wolves. He held a hand up, sternly saying something in Kirigic before the wolves slowly backed off and came to sit down with suppressed excitement that was evident in the wag of each of their tails. Terrel looked back over to Ikehara.*\"We'll get the wolves settled with their meal and keep any spare iced for later.\"*He said to her.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "*Ikehara assented to his plan with an 'aye', clambering from the cart as it came to settle and dragging the sack of venison off. She hoisted it onto her back, carrying it a few paces along before setting it upright.*\n\"How we feeding them? Just toss it out or have they got a spot for it?\" *She called to Terrel, glancing about the cabin's grounds for some sort of lean-to or stables. Scanning around the pack, a few names returned to her as she grew more familiar with this elf's odd family.*\n\n\"Yami! Zenith, Oak, Dart! Organise the rabble, will you? *Isoge!\"\nShe barked at some of the familiar muzzles, slipping into Runran as her officer training took over at the sight of so many loyal soldiers.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Some of the wolves looked over to her as she began saying their name, not able to understand what the reason was for, but seeming excited regardless. Terrel watched her in amusement, recognizing the Runran language. The Silnari waited for the rest of the wolves to make their way over, some taking a bit of interest in the bag Fiery carried with him while others kept their gaze focused on the cart.*\"When they're calm, we can let them have the deer.\"*He said to her simply before saying a few names out to the crowd, some of which Ikehara could recognize, while others were definitely new. It seemed the group of wolves had grown too or at the very least appeared that way. Each time the Silnari said a name, he followed it by the same word. 'ʦɔg' (cog)' which was Kirigic for 'stay.' He made his way to the cart, keeping an eye on the wolves as he did before gesturing for Ikehara to come help him with the deer. By now, the wolves were practically salivating that it was a wonder of how they managed to not swarm them at the first whiff of the animal.*\"They can only understand a single word at a given time.\"*He said to her.*\"Speak to them calmly, any extra energy will rile them up again.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "*She rubbed behind her ears bashfully, simpering at the thought of armoured wolves bounding into a battlefield. Resting her arms on the sack, she waited for Terrel to sufficiently calm them down instead of intervening - they knew him better, and listened to him.*\n\"Sometimes I wonder which of us is the half-wolf...\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel peered over at the Kemonomimi and offered her a teasing smile.*\"I'm fluent in a lot of languages. Wolf isn't one of them, but by creating a strong bond and giving them a leader they can look up to, it teaches them to listen. Not too different from most people, hm?\"*He asked her. Once the wolves had settled down, he grabbed the sack and gestured for the Kemonomimi to assist in setting it down.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"True enough. Maybe I'll find a pack that'll listen to me like these lot do.\"\n*She returned the smile twofold, baring her canine teeth and shrugging. Assistance was rendered readily, moving it to the proposed position and stepping back as she knew what came next.*\n\"Just... Let them have it? Might have to share out with any who get missed...\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He chuckled.*\"I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunities for that with all the traveling.\"*The Silnari said to her. He placed the the bag on the ground which in turn caused some of the wolves to stand up in anticipation, only for the Silnari to direct them to sit once again.*\"How about you try directing them.\"*He said to her.*\"You've learned some of their names by now. Grab a piece for one of them, call out their name, followed by 'Cara'.\"*The Elf carefully pronounced the Kirigic word, knowing full well it'll turn some heads in the wolves knowing it meant to eat.*\"Be direct. Let them come and retrieve their food.\""
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "*After a moment's consideration she relented to the request, returning to his side and fishing out a cut sliver of venison. Her ears flattened as she made eye contact with the first row, scanning along slowly until she recognised one...*\n\"Zenith. *Cara.\"\nShe repeated, unable to erase her Runran accent fully as she leant forwards. Keeping eye contact with her chosen wolf, she made sure not to move too much.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*A large brown wolf's ears perked up as his name was said. Quickly, the animal made his way forwards and grabbed at the venison she took out before quickly scuttling off to find a place for him to settle down and eat. By now, all the other wolves' attention were on her, seeing that she currently had all the food. Terrel gave a nod to her and soon mimicked her action. Fishing out two pieces of the deer, he called out:*\"Yami, Zander. Cara.\"*A black and brownish colored wolf excitedly approached them. Each taking a piece of the venison and darting off like Zenith had. As they took off, Terrel looked back at Ikehara and tilted his head towards the back for her to continue.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"Oak, Dart. Cara. *Meshia-gare.\"\nShe flashed a smile at the next set, getting into a rhythm with each new wolf that approached. Every now and then she would glance to Terrel, gesturing with her ears and head to give her the name of the nearest next wolf if she'd forgotten - there were a lot of them.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Elf continued as another pair of wolves approached and took their share of the food. Each time, he increased the amount he named which assisted in lowering the number of wolves they had gathered as they quickly approached. For each of the ones Ikehara did name correctly, Terrel began calling out names that were less familiar. Definitely weren't the wolves they traveled with anyways. Overtime, the group of wolves lessened and soon enough each of them were distracted with a meal. Terrel went to retrieve the bag off of Fiery before approaching the Kemonomimi and holding it out to her.*\"Not bad. This your first time commanding a bunch of wolves?\"*He questioned her in a joking tone.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"No, actually.\" *She returned flatly, her ears wiggling deliberately as a wide smirk drew at her lips.* \"One of our winter campaigns took us through Runra, a detachment from the empire joined us - all okamimi. Thought themselves too good for the rest of the division, so they only listened to me as a commanding officer.\"\n*She shook her head at the thought, recalling the haughty expressions those beautifully-armoured soldiers wore; then how obediently they watched her during engagements.* \"I was only a First Lieutenant. But even the Major was ignored. Damned imperials! Hah...\"\n*A tinge of sadness ended the story, Ikehara bouncing her shoulders once as her smile turned brusque.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel handed her the bag of remaining venison before coming to stand next to her as he gazed out at the feasting wolves.*\"I can tell.\"*He said simply, listening to her as she finished her brief story.*\"You know with the way you speak of your time as an officer, one moment it seems like you enjoyed it, the next not so much. Sometimes hard to tell if you were fond of it or hated it.\"*He said aloud, only glancing back to her as he finished. Terrel remembered a time when walking away from home seemed hard from her. Perhaps that still was the case to some degree, but even then she seemed to enjoy the world as it was beyond it.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"You're the same with home, aren't you? There's good and bad parts of it all, but it was yours. Can't help but miss it.\"\n*Her tone was as flat as she could manage it, refusing to let it develop lest she choked. Her eyes deadened slightly, reminiscing to herself briefly.* \"Soldiering's a routine. Someone tells you what to do, and you tell your subordinates what they do. Feedback up and down, every day. Freedom's scary when you take it.\""
}
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel thought about it for a moment then eventually nodded. Despite her home seeming much more structured than he'd consider his own, he can see why she missed it simply for the sake of it being her home. He turned away from her and returned to the horses. Gradually he loosened their leads so that they could be free of the cart they were attached to while he wondered if the Kemonomimi preferred the daily routine over the new surprise adventuring brought each day. He supposed he'll find out as he went, but he can read her enough to know that it was hard to talk about home for herself. He returned to her with the two steeds. Holding her own's lead out to her.*\"No shame of missing home and no shame if you want to return to it once you've gotten to see what you wanted to see beyond it. Maybe you'll get to figure what you wanted most along the way.\"*He hopped up onto his mount, noting the dark sky and realizing he'd have to be guided by the city lights to find his way around with his lack of any night vision.*\"Shall we head to dinner?\"*He asked her.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "*Ikehara didn't follow at first, wandering over to Fiery and giving him a slow rub behind the ears. It seemed to calm her down a bit, muttering something to him in that basic canine speech. Her tail rose up and wagged gently, swishing at her armoured skirt.* \"I hope so. Doesn't feel good leaving the regiment to themselves, but I wasn't getting anywhere there - needed to see the world on my own terms. You've helped me there, so thanks.\"\n*The okamimi hummed back, raising an appreciative grin Terrel's way as she approached their steeds.*\n\"Yeah, sure. The wolves are fed, so we should do the same. Started the rest of the venison on for drying already, so it'll be fine by the time we get back.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He nodded to her in return, giving his typical quirky grin.*\"Let's head out then.\"*Terrel gave his horse a quick snap of the reigns and soon enough the steed darted off along the road towards the city. While the Elf wasn't sure if Ikehara would ever be able to look past the life she walked away from. He could only hope this place served as good distraction for the meantime. Especially with the hunger beginning to set in for him.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "*Her crossbow was unslung once she mounted her horse again, inspecting it in a mild trance. Memories of its wood soaking blood; the limb dented from the flat of an arming sword; the poison wafting from a prepared bolt... It returned to her back without a word leaving her, raising her head and snapping at the reigns.*\n\"Lead the way!\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*It wasn't long before night had completely fallen. By then they made their way into the partially emptied streets of the Capitol. Dim lights brightened the path up just enough for them to see. Every now and then, a couple of people or no gooders were seen roaming about in the dark, but they seemed to keep to themselves for now. Terrel took them over to a specific building. It wasn't the most fancy one, but definitely seemed more well kept than the average business. Terrel hasn't visited the place too often, though he liked to pop in every now and then to see how it was doing. It appeared to be quite active this night which was evident to the conversation resounding from inside.*\"Here we are.\"*He said, hopping off his steed.*\"Been a while since I've had the chance to visit here.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "*Ikehara had gotten used to the routine of a new town by now, her vigilance raising as they trundled in by horseback. Her crossbow instinctively rested in her lap, more as a show of threat than any attempt to wield it for now... But Salvainia's capital was beyond anything they'd come across so far. Emperor Salvain knew grandeur, it seemed.* \"Been here before, then? You've got an old haunt in every settlement we come across, it feels like.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"A few times. You can say I know some of the workers.\"*He said to her. The Silnari went to find a nearby place to leave his horse for now before returning soon after.*\"Try to keep your weapon put away. Wouldn't want to scare off their patrons. Well again in a way. Let's just say this location has a bit of a history. Regardless, you can set your horse near Carl before we head inside.\"*He gave her some time to before he gestured for her to follow, opening the door to head inside while holding it open for her.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"It goes away once me dismount, of course... It's late at night, got to make it clear.\"\n*She chimed back flatly, giving him a mildly confused look - he'd been travelling much longer than she had, obviously. But Terrel didn't do much to project anything that would keep cutthroats away... Chalking it up to shrewdness on his part, she shrugged and slung away her weapon as requested.* \"...You making friends so easily seems bizarre, but sure. Maybe they're all odd like you.\" *The okamimi teased as she passed through the door, inclining her head graciously.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Ahah.\"*He laughed aloud.*\"Who said anything about friends?\"*The Silnari allowed the door to close behind him as they went inside. There was a light air of festivity in the atmosphere, the patrons inside chatting amongst one another over a variety of dishes. The food itself didn't appear luxurious, but there were definitely some exotic options out there. Terrel waited at the front for a while, his eyes scanning the room before they locked onto one of the waiters working at the establishment. With a quick look passing between them, the waiter eventually gave a dip of their head and made their way over. After a glance between the two of them, they grabbed a couple menus than gestured for them to follow as they lead them to a table for them both to sit at. Only once the Silnari had gotten settled in his chair did he finally speak again.*\"I prefer the term 'acquaintance'.\""
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"Ah, 'acquaintances' makes more sense. Though I hope that isn't from a downgrade - I've managed to hear at least one rumour about you already.\"\n*Her grin widened as they took their seats, the marksman unslinging her crossbow and clipping it to her hip. The primed bolt was put away, the limb loosened considerably as a show of trust.* \"What'd you recommend? Or maybe this place doesn't do options...\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He seemed a bit surprised by the response and for a moment it seemed like he was going to question what rumor. Thought after a while of thinking about what rumors could be floating around about him here and seeing as she still looked rather content, he could only guess it wasn't one of the bad ones. Maybe. He supposed he'll let her keep that secret.*\"Plenty of options. A lot of the food you can usually find from taverns, except here they do have some ingredients imported from other places. I usually just get a specific kind of curry from here since they know how to make it the way I prefer, but I figure you'd want a more meat-based dish?\""
}
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{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"Curry, hm? I'll try that, they make it with lamb sometimes...?\"\n*Her eyes lit up at the mention of meat, her tail wagging with an abnormal speed. She caught herself a moment later, suppressing her blush as she glanced around the room searchingly.*\n\"Ahah- What was the last time you were here for, then? I barely know what sort of work you do, now that I think about it...\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He chuckled at her excitement, giving her a simple nod in response to the question. When the waiter came back over, he decided to get himself a glass of water and allowed Ikehara the chance to order a drink before he answered her other question.*\"Mercenary work to put it simply, but I was advised by a friend to try giving it a break more often and just enjoy traveling. That and various other things.\"*He said.*\"Of course I do the occasional task here and there. It's my job and also fills boredom in between city visits. Last time I came here was when I was just passing through. I knew management here, so I figured I'd pay a visit before continuing on East.\""
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"Feels like we've seen more than our spate of mercs... Seems a little saturated right now.\"\n*She mused, steepling her fingers as she mulled over job prospects briefly. The order for drinks came, Ikehara opting for a water as well - they could get something substantial later.*\n\"Fighting's not the only thing you're good at, though?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Definitely have met a... Lot of Mercenaries along the way... Some a bit more off than others.\"*He agreed.*\"Saturates... Sure if they're you're run of the mill merc just looking to do a job and be done for the day, but a lot seem to have an interesting thing going for them. I guess it just depends on where you go.\"*He tilted his head back a bit as her question of fighting being the only thing he's good at.*\"No, but I suppose it's what I'm mainly known for with most encounters.\"*He answered.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"Hm... Dunno. Big companies like the *Condottiere* Were where most mercs ended up, and stayed. Independent contractors had trouble finding work until they established a name. You made a name for yourself yet?\"\n*She leant back in her seat as she pursued this line of inquiry, resting her steepled hands on a knee as a leg rested on top of the other.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I knew a few mercenaries trying to start up their own company for their work. Haven't seen how far they've gone yet, but maybe I'll pay them another visit while traveling.\"*He paused for a moment to think of her other question, seeming lost in thought for a while as he contemplated.*\"Not yet, but working on it-.\"*He eventually said in time to the waiter returning with their water briefly before going to assist another table.*\"Granted my name is probably floating around out there to some degree if you have supposedly been hearing rumors.\"*He contested.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"What I heard was a little confusing... Something about burning friendlies on a mission. Apparently that's why you wear the mask.\"\n*She divulged the scraps of what she'd heard, her bemused smile conveying how little stock she put in them. Ikehara wasn't sure of any animosity between Silnari and Macen, and if that translated to the relations that the Salvainian and Silnarian empires may have... But it could explain slander like that.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel had taken a sip of his drink, only halfway through before she had explained the tattered rumor she had heard. He proceeded the choke on the water for brief moment, having to catch himself before he would end up going on a coughing fit. The Silnari quickly lowered the cup away so that he could clear his throat for a moment and continue talking normally.*\"Where'd they even come up with that from?\"*He questioned, feigning a tone of doubt.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "*She shrugged, displaying her palms to accentuate the gesture.* \"I really don't know. You're not a mage, so it's not like you could misfire easy. Either you've been messing with some faulty equipment, someone *Really* Got on your nerves or it's a lie. I'm leaning towards a lie, but I still don't know who'd spread it...\"\n*Her expression had shifted to confusion at his reaction, but supposed that the rumour was absurd enough to warrant it. She just hoped she'd not generate a reputation of a nature that generated unpleasantness like that...*\n\"Let's order, then. You'll need another water, anyway.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel narrowed his eyes beneath the cover of his mask. He could think of a few that would. It was close enough to the truth to warrant it and they were dead center of where it happened. Terrel moved his glass away and leaned back in his chair to get himself to relax from it. It wasn't like it couldn't be much worst than what the law enforcement knew.*\"Right.\"*He said casually, waving over the waiter so that they could place an order. The Silnari spoke to the waiter in a hushed tone, though it was audible enough to hear him requesting some curry and asking the waiter to simply tell the chef it was him. It seemed like they'd know what he want without needing the specifics to it. He waited for the Kemonomimi to get a chance to order once he was done, allowing himself to go lost in thought for the time being.*"
}
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{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "*His reaction was enough to put the okamimi one edge. Her eyes didn't leave him as she ordered, asking absentmindedly about the meat they used in the curry. Once she'd recieved an answer she thanked the waiter, leaning back in her own seat and lowering her head slightly; ears flattening slowly.*\n\"...Something wrong, Terrel? You didn't find it that funny...\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel was jolted from his thoughts at her question, not realizing he was coming off a certain way.*\"What? Oh, no... Was just thinking about... Something.\"*He said, not quite able to come up with a valid excuse for his reaction, but hoping his tendency to drift off was enough to ease the worry. He had taken notice of the Kemono's expression and some part of him felt a little bad for putting her on edge. The Silnari tried to ease up a bit, putting on his more relaxed demeanor. After a moment of silence, he eventually added:*\"I wasn't lying when I said this place had a bit of a history. Maybe one bad enough to warrant rumors amongst the locals.\""
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"History with you? You didn't have a fight here, did you?\"\n*The suggestion of something having occured here made her ears perk to attention, her tail stiffening and lowering between the slats of her chair. Eyes darted left to right, the okamimi slouching forwards on the table as her elbows rested on the wood.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well yes.\"*He admitted a little bluntly. The Silnari considered bending around the truth a bit, but there wasn't a nicer way of saying it.*\"But it was before this place became what it is now. Not that it helped previous witnesses from conversing about what happened then, clearly.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"Oh, don't tempt me...\"\n*She cooed, cleaning up her plate with a gusto. The mention of desert perked her ears up, settling her utensils on the empty plate with a clatter.*\n\"Mm, curry's always so filling... Might do the same. I've not had cinnamon rolls before, though. Is it cake?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I suppose you can compare it to that.\"*He said as he pushed his emptied plate away.*\"Mainly just bread with sugar and cinnamon.\"*The Silnari waved the waiter over, waiting for them to come by before asking for a couple orders of the rolls. As the waiter left soon after with their empty dishes, Terrel began placing a few coins on the table to pay for the meal.*\"We can have them to go. It'll be a nice treat to take with us on the way back.\""
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"Sure, sounds good. Best not to stay here too long...\"\n*She added the last part a bit quieter, glancing around briefly and thumbing at her plate. They'd not had any problems so far, but knowing so little about whatever had occurred with Terrel in the past... She couldn't fully relax, not yet.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Silnari listened to the last of what she said, falling silent soon after. An aura of quietness had surrounded him. He grew lost in thought for a moment, but it didn't last long before the rolls had arrived, nicely placed in a couple of small bags for them. Terrel took them in hand and got up before looking towards Ikehara and tilting his head towards the exit in indication for it being time for them to go.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "*She nodded wordlessly, glancing in the direction of the kitchen. Having half a mind to thank the chef, the okamimi decided against it - interacting with the staff might bring on that conflict quicker, on account of their familiarity with her travelling companion. She made for the exit with a stroll, somewhat stiff in her gait.*"
}
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*As they made their way outside, a warm breeze met them. It was an improvement compared to the winter weather they had to travel through earlier. Terrel made his way back to their horses to bring them over. He offered one of the bags of rolls to the Kemono before he moved to mount up on his steed and began trotting forwards towards home. Even then he had kept quiet. The streets were empty by now with even the trouble makers most likely retiring for now The real sound of activity being from the restaurant they were leaving.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "*She felt a shiver course through her, adjusting to the outside weather after bracing for the wintry cold these past few days. She took it with a small 'thanks', unfurling the bag and screwing up her nose from the sweet scent that blasted forth. Her ears flicked left and right in a rhythm, resisting the urge to eat one in the middle of the street and joining Terrel with her steed mounted.*\n\"Back to the cabin?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*He nodded in response, slowing down a bit so that the horses could walk side by side while he grabbed one of the rolls from his bag and ate one casually. Most of his focus was towards the sky. A few stars had began dotting it, surrounding a half full moon. He kept quiet for a good while as they continued along the road before eventually breaking some silence with a question.*\"Do you want to hear a story?\"*The Elf asked, lowering his gaze to look on ahead in making sure his horse didn't fall off course.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"Sure. You don't tell 'em often enough.\"\n*Ikehara flashed a grin his way, expecting it to be something to get their mind off whatever tension was left from their dinner. She'd been nibbling at one of the rolls for a little bit now, humming happily at its sweetness,*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel released his hold of Carl's reigns and allowed the steed to continue his own path forwards for now. He finished the rest of the roll he was eating, and only after did he begin.*\"A long time ago there were once two restaurants. Either one rivaling the other in both business and ownership. One being owned by a Kitsune while the other, a Brayer. Over time, the Kitsune began to feel threatened by the other, fearing that in their rivalry, the Brayer would make an attempt to take out their business by force. And so, in wanting to be the one to make the first strike, they decided to hire three Mercenaries to get rid of the competition before the chance was given.\"*Terrel stopped there for the time being. It didn't seem like the story was done, but instead him taking a pause to eat another one of the rolls.*"
}
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{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"Maybe. You know the field better than I do. But from the couple missions we've done, I'd not wanna do anything without at least a partner.\"\n*Ikehara flashed a grin back, patting his shoulder reassuringly.* \"Maybe you'll find that person, and I'm gonna keep looking.\" *She held his gaze with her officer's intensity, the smile disarming it considerably. She began to shift her mount to their hitching, calling to Terrel once they were settled.*\n\"I'm gonna put the rest of the meat to dry, what else we got to do today?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel watched her go, lightly tilting his head to the side. At least they had each other and the Kemonomimi seemed experienced enough in a field of discipline and combat to not start a fight amongst allies in the middle of a mission. He could at least trust her to not behead him in the middle of the night. Well, he thought so anyways. The Elf had seen a passivist turn into a murderer in seconds from the things he's said and done. But between her and his friend out in the west, maybe having a group to depend on wasn't so farfetched. In fact, it gave him an idea. Terrel brought his horse over as Ikehara called him and got Carl settled next to his comrade. He turned to face her as she asked if anything else they had to do.*\"Nothing else for tonight. I'm going to look through a few maps in my room and start getting things packed. We'll be setting off again soon and I have a new destination in mind.\""
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"Oh yeah? Something planned?\" *She asked as she passed him again, having fetched the remaining bag of meat from their dry storage. She left the door to the hut open so she could still hear him, preparing the strips of venison with her usual mixture of spices and preservatives.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Something like that.\"*He said with a chuckle.*\"We'll have cross Mentia though which is a war zone in itself across borders. I'll be heading to the shops tomorrow before we set out again. It'll be just us and the horses from here.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "\"Copy that.\"\n*She hummed, picking up the bag handed to her and slinging it over her shoulder. Heading for the door, she gave a short salute and grinned, nodding at him as she leaned against the frame for a moment.*\n\"You better do the same - staying up late ain't good for you.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I deny that statement.\"*He said casually in return, almost appearing like he was going to continue putting stuff away. The Silnari took notice of her standing by the frame, however, and eventually decided to remove his cloak and take a seat on the bed. Terrel looked back over at her, basically challenging the idea of whether or not he planned on sleeping any time soon.*"
},
{
"author": "Ikehara Nhealif",
"message": "*She scoffed again, shaking her head and leaving him to his devices. She put away the last of the smoked meat strips, leaving them to dry in a more enclosed space - mostly to keep the scent from the wolves, who might try and pilfer them if she isn't careful. Eventually Ikehara retired to bed, settling quickly into sleep - the day had tired her out more than she'd realised, especially after being on high alert near the end of their dinner outing.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*A thin smirk appeared on his face as she headed off. Getting up once more only a moment after she disappeared, the Silnari went back to packing up. He kept himself quite busy for the following hours, only retiring afterwards as he laid across the bed and allowed sleep to come to him. The exhaustion weighed heavily from the long day, but at least the Silnari was getting his sleep in.*"
}
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{
"author": "R.S. Grimm Knight",
"message": "*Birds are singing, the breeze is blowing, and the sun is shining. It's a wonderful day for a stroll, isn't it? That's what a young woman once thought. But that was centuries ago; from an age that is long lost, save for a few artifacts.*\n\n*The greenery and landscape seemed to remain the same since that time. A good camouflage for a sleeping doll, sleeping a dreamless sleep. A admittedly broken doll, who seemed to be melding into the forest itself. Vines grow over its armored legs, and small big wriggle between its joints. It is no longer conscious, and hasn't been for quite some time. And yet... Just maybe...*"
},
{
"author": "Steel Arsenal Arktos MK-5",
"message": "\"Over there. On the left.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Huh? What do you mean?\"\n\n*Diao had recovered somewhat from her illness. Her body was now reinforced with the same Black Iron that Horace had, which unfortunately didn't help with coordination. Nonetheless, she was glad that she could finally take walks out in the Salvanian countryside, enjoying the green grass, blue skies and fresh air.*\n\n*What she didn't expect was to encounter another Kuilei. Focusing her eyes, she carefully observed the area, trying to figure out what Arktos was looking for. Finally, she saw it. Just a hint of ancient mana. She soon walked over, pressing a hand to the moss covered metal.*\n\n\"Are you awake?\""
},
{
"author": "R.S. Grimm Knight",
"message": "*Silence rang out through the forest, interrupted only by the call of birds and rustling trees. Despite this, Diao could feel a tinge of power. Weak from its time spent in decay, but more obvious as she felt it. It seemed to be some sort of warrior. Chipped, rusty armor and a broken sword in its still clenched hand.*\n\n*There seemed to be a tiny inscription in a foreign language. It was difficult to make out, but it wasn't impossible.*"
},
{
"author": "Steel Arsenal Arktos MK-5",
"message": "\"He is alive, but barely.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"I see. Do you know what it says?\"\n\n*Diao traced her hand over the runes, trying to decipher them. It wasn't Silnarian. Perhaps Runran? Diao's sword floated out of its sheathe on her back, and slowly began cutting away at the vines covering the kuilei.*"
},
{
"author": "R.S. Grimm Knight",
"message": "*Diao's intuition was indeed right. While faded and old, some words could be made out. A Runran character for \"Knight\", lead by the name \"Grimm\". Sounds like gibberish, or something lost.*\n\n*The vines come away with some difficulty, thick and tough as if they'd been there for years. The kulilie's corpse has undoubtedly been there much longer. Granted it's in great shape for its age and inactivities. Soon the body is free, although still limp and unpowered. It looked heavy, too heavy for a person, but another kulilie could handle it.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Grimm Knight... A warrior, perhaps?\"\n\n*Diao attempted to wrap her hands around the Kuilei in order to lift it, but to no avail, and was soon out of breath. Seems that her cardio still wasn't the best.*\n\n\"Arktos.\""
},
{
"author": "Steel Arsenal Arktos MK-5",
"message": "\"Yeah.\"\n\n*A dull blue gem embedded in Diao's arm began to glow and spin, producing a clockwork sound. A magical cerulean array of hexagons soon began covering Diao's body, forming armor made from blackened steel. The end result was a powerful Kuilei, decorated like a warrior. The artificer commandeered Arktos to lift the Kuilei's corpse out of the ground in order to inspect it better.*\n\nD-\"Well? How is he?\""
},
{
"author": "R.S. Grimm Knight",
"message": "*The corpse is lifted with some effort, seemingly less heavy with a power up. Notably, it's hand still clenches harshly around the shattered sword in its possession. Slightly more noticeably, its other arm has fallen off and clattered onto the ground. Perhaps it wasn't in as good a condition as previously thought.*\n\n*The magical signature within the machine seemed to remain. Even resonating with Arktos' own, growing stronger as if drifting awake from its sleep. Granted it would be far from conscious without repairs and a large jolt of mana to get it going. Something an artificer like Diao would find easy, if she decided to put the work towards it.*"
},
{
"author": "Steel Arsenal Arktos MK-5",
"message": "D-\"Huh. Well that's inconvenient.\"\n\n*Hoisting the majority of the body over one shoulder, Diao reached to pick up the fallen arm, only to see the sword arm get in the way. Wait, it was still shut? Perhaps due to rust?*\n\nD-\"Can you connect to him?\"\n\n\"I can try.\"\n\n*Arktos placed his palm on the corpse of the Kuilei and sent a surge of mana through it, hoping to revitalize it somehow. If that didn't do anything, they would have to repair it back at the shop.*\n\nD-\"Nice!\"\n\n*Diao's expression was of glee under the helmet, which soon faded to disappointment as she realized that the machine had a fatal error. Mana was leaking out; like blood, it didn't matter how much was put in if it kept pouring out.*\n\nD-\"Not nice... Can you fix it?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\nD-\"Well, we'll have to take it back to the shop.\"\n\n*Standing upright, Diao carried the metal body over to her workshop. It was a long walk with Diao sweating under the armor; was she still able to sweat with Black Iron being active? The question rattled in her mind before she once again turned to the Kuilei, which had been propped up against a metal frame.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Arktos, at ease.\"\n\n*The process reversed, with the black steel fading back into the soul gem nested in Diao's metallic shoulder, and she began inspecting the kuilei for the leak.*"
},
{
"author": "R.S. Grimm Knight",
"message": "*The armor seemed to fit tightly, without concern for things such as \"Comfort\" Or wear ability. Admittedly it made sense for a mechanism that felt no discomfort and no pain. Although it made it a pain in the ass to remove without damaging the armor or body further. By far the easiest part to remove was the helm, which came off with a simple latch or two.*"
},
{
"author": "Rhys S. Grimm",
"message": "*Crimson red hair spilled out, now free from the confines of the dark helm. Strangely, it was beautiful, well kept and untouched. Bangs hung low, obscuring some features that seemed to form a male's face. And finally the damage made itself supremely obvious, a giant crack the crept from the doll's face below its chest plate.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Goddammit stupid tight armor-\"\n\n*Diao slowly but surely removed the metal plates to reveal... A man? With red hair, it seemed. The artificer double checked to make sure that this wasn't just a really well-preserved corpse before turning back to the obvious.*\n\n\"Damn you're hot. And you have this giant crack here... How am I supposed to patch that up? What material *Is* This?\"\n\n*Diao would inspect the crack, trying to see what material it was, as well as what lay underneath the initial surface.*"
},
{
"author": "Rhys S. Grimm",
"message": "*Now stripped naked, the doll was clearly no macen. It's skin was cold, smooth and hard. An expertly painted clay, the product of an artisan's touch. It's outer lair of beauty gave way to a dark, crystal-like interior.*\n\n*Yellow lines stretched and branches throughout its innards like veins of a beast, dryly delivering mana to its body parts. The skin seemed to tear away most at his abdomen, where a faint structure could be seen through the opaque crystal substance. Perhaps it's core.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"...Is this what your insides look like?\"\n\nA-\"I am not so delicate.\"\n\n\"Well, I need someone that can work on porcelain-oh. Guess that's me.\"\n\n*Diao began by tracing the fragmented edge of the wound, using her iron-reinforced fingertip to smooth it out.*\n\n\"Perhaps kintsugi style will suit this?\"\n\n*Diao poked the core to see what the reaction, if any, would be*"
},
{
"author": "Rhys S. Grimm",
"message": "*The core seemed to emit with magical energy at the physical contact. Rather suddenly and efficiently covering its exposed parts with a black lacquer that hardened into a substance similar to the rest of its innards. A self defense mechanism?*"
}
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{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"You know that's quite weak right? Your porcelain shell is pretty, but... It's lacking in terms of sturdiness. A kid could break through that. Anyway, how about I perform a little surgery?\"\n\n*After totally not looking up how to do it in a book, Diao got the necessary materials; gold lacquer and a tin plates forged to match the wound. Carefully, Diao patched the Kuilei up, until the Kuilei was fixed. A palm on the core, and a blast of mana occurs.*\n\n\"Hopefully that does it?\""
},
{
"author": "Rhys S. Grimm",
"message": "*Diao seemed to be talking to herself for the longest time. Maybe she knew, it just helped her think. But the repairs would work well, each touch up accepted into the body as the black lacquer grew and hardened around it.*\n\n*While the skin was still a mess, and he was far from his former glory, it was serviceable. All that was left seemed to be turning him on again and seeing if there were any other problems?*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*The repairs fit, and evidently the Kuilei seemed to accept it. While it wasn't the best, function came first. Why did it not wake up?*\n\n \"...Not strong enough?\"\n\n*The soul gem on Diao's left shoulder whirred back to life once more, the spirit of the Kuilei being channeled through it. The black mechanical palm was placed on the core, and a powerful surge of mana surged through it in order to bring it back to life.*\n\nA-\"Arise.\"\n\n\"It's alive! It's ALIVE!\"\n\n*Diao spread her arms apart in glee before realizing that the Kuilei couldn't talk for some reason, and it was also missing its arm.*\n\n\"Oh, that. Yeah don't worry, I'll fix your arm later. Let me take a look at that vocalizer real quick-\"\n\n*Diao looks to inspect the Kuilei's neck in hopes of figuring out what the damage was.*\n\nA-\"Brother, you are awake.\""
},
{
"author": "Rhys S. Grimm",
"message": "*The kulilie seems somewhat apprehensive, but has no choice but to let Diao in. The carving seems to be directly onto his Adams apple. Only the rune has been damaged, as if a dagger had been slashed across it some time ago. It was an easy fix for someone like Diao however.*\n\n\"...?\" \n*The kulilie's looks around for the second voice. Soon taking notice of the crystal embedded in Diao's arm and the mana signature within. It attempts to vocalize to it, only the voice is nothing a human could make. Like T.V static, or a knife being briefly dragged against a plate.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Well, this should be good enough. Hold still now.\"\n\n*With a litle bit of Arktos's help, Diao used the gold lacquer to fix the rune wound, the brand new rune now inlaid in gold.*\n\n\"How's that? I'll fix your arm next, if I can salvage it. If not, I'll make you a new one myself.\""
},
{
"author": "Rhys S. Grimm",
"message": "*The screech of inhumane noise seemed to be repaired with each volley of gilded lacquer. Tuned from an other, to something more, as a voice can be made out. A voice that finds syllables, who turn to words.*\n\n\"Th-k Yo-... -ere-... Thank you. Whe*Re* Am ~~I~~?\" \n*The words are still somewhat mangled. Perhaps damage to the soul, something that might be fixed with time spent back alive.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"You're in my workshop, New Salvania. I found you in the forest nearby, if you remember. You must Mr. Grimm?\"\n\n*Diao looked up to the kuilei, now covered in dust and sweat. Her sleeves were rolled up, and several tools laid out on the table.*"
},
{
"author": "Rhys S. Grimm",
"message": "*Rhys takes a moment to process the information as Diao works to finish up his arm. He seemed calm, groggy, as if he took a brief nap and just woke up.*\n\"Grimm...? I-... Yes. I am a Grimm Knight. One of many, tailored to our specific contractors.\"\n\n\"You said you found me in a forest? Why was I there- Why am I here?\"\n*He seemed oblivious to his time spent in rest mode.*"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"A? So there are, or were, many?\"\n\n*Diao inspects his arm, looking at it carefully.*\n\n\"I did find you in a forest. I brought you here. You're the second Kuilei I've fixed up.\"\n\n*Diao raised her left arm, the black steel glowing with power.*\n\n\"This guy here is the first.\""
},
{
"author": "Rhys S. Grimm",
"message": "\"Yes. Although their status and location are unknown to me now. There were only a handful of us made...\" \n\n*Rhys looked at his separated arm, seeming curious himself about the damages to it. Then to Diao's own arm, to which he tilts his head.*\n\"I see. You must be a skilled craftswomen. I am in good hands.\"\n\n*He then focuses on the jewel in her arm.*\n\"I believe earlier... You called me brother. But I do not recognize your model, nor your maker's sign.\""
}
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{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"You bet I am! One of the best in the country. Though, I don't know if there's anyone else like me. And that wasn't me. That was Arktos.\"\n\n*Diao showed Grimm his arm, partially polished.*\n\nA-\"I am Steel Arsenal Arktos Mark-5. I am a custom Runran combat model.\""
},
{
"author": "Rhys S. Grimm",
"message": "\"I am unfamiliar with that model name. What year was your creation?\" \n*He glanced at Diao and nodded in appreciation.*\n\n\"Thank you. It seems the artwork etched into my outer layer was damaged... I am no longer presentable to my Mistress... Where is my Mistress, if I may inquire?\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "A-\"I do not know.\"\n\n\"Presentable to your mistress? I'm sorry, but, I don't know who that is. I think she may be gone by now.\"\n\n*Diao looked closer at the arm, and did see the outer layer. However, it seemed extremely faded, probably after years, or even decades of erosion.*"
},
{
"author": "Rhys S. Grimm",
"message": "\"You do not know? But it is engraved onto your doll- Only, you have no body... I see.\" \n*The arm was certainly far past its prime, although the texture and faded details gave the idea it was once grand and beautiful. Within the palm of the hand was a magical rune, one that allowed spell casting. Further up the arm seemed to be another inscribed sentence.*\n\n*A date in fact... One that chronicled the creation of this Kulilie as more than 300 years ago. The kulilie looked at Diao with a raised eyebrow.*\n\"Gone? She could not have been far. Mistress is a young and small lady, perhaps you did not notice her.\""
},
{
"author": "Steel Arsenal Arktos MK-5",
"message": "\"I partially do.\"\n\n*The sequence begins again, and Diao is soon encased in Arktos's black armor once more. The make and model number are visible, but the year is not.*\n\nD-\"....This was 300 years ago. I'm sorry, but your young mistress is not young anymore. Nor is she alive.\""
},
{
"author": "Rhys S. Grimm",
"message": "*Rhys stares, taking note of the missing year. He then looks back at Diao. What nonsense was she talking about?* \n\"Three hundred years...? Surely your jest. It couldn't-\" \n\n*The kulilie trails off as he seems to remember something. All this talk of his mistress seemed to have jotted his memory.*\n\"There was an attack... Bandits, but one among them seemed stronger than the rest. An assassin... We were no match in the end... Is the House of Griff truly lost?\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"I don't jest. I don't know what you're talking about, but I think I know what happened.\"\n\n*The helmet receeded to reveal Diao underneath, albiet with her eyes glowing blue and black metal going up from her neck all the way to her lower jaw.*\n\nA-\"Brother, did something happen?\""
},
{
"author": "Rhys S. Grimm",
"message": "\"It's all wrong... How could I of...\" \n*The knight put his face into his hand as the world seemed to crash down on him. He speaks in a low, admittedly mumbled voice.*\n\"Lady Emily... I wonder, were you able to bloom and wither? Or was your flower cut short on that night...\"\n\n*He shakes his head in shame and disbelief. Taking a moment to gather himself, he looks up between Diao and Arktos.*\n\"Thank you, again... But it seems your work has gone to waste. I am a doll with no purpose, no mistress to serve.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"I'm sure that she's was fine. She probably missed you.\"\n\n*Diao put a hand on the golem's shoulder attempting to comfort the obviously distraught soul.*\n\n\"Well, I've brought back another Kuilei to life, haven't I? I think that counts for something. Have you no other purpose? Arktos was in a similar situation.\""
},
{
"author": "Rhys S. Grimm",
"message": "\"I'd hope so as well... My purpose was to act as a protector and companion to the Mistress. She was everything... \"\n\n*The knight sighs, bringing his feet to the floor as he stands up. He glances at his arm, and then at the exit.*\n\"Do not bother with wasting more of your supplies. I must return to the estate... And then, find a place to die.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Hey, wait a second!\"\n\n*Diao grabs onto the Grimm Knight's arm, and her grip is surprisingly strong (though that's due to Arktos).*\n\n\"You don't even know where the estate is located, do you? We're in Salvania. You're a Runran model, right? Runra is across the ocean.\""
},
{
"author": "Rhys S. Grimm",
"message": "*The knight looks back at Diao, staring blankly for a moment.*\n\"I may be broken, but I'm not helpless. I'll get there, sooner or later...\" \n\n*He does pause however, glancing back at the work desk. He steps for it, finding his helm.*"
},
{
"author": "R.S. Grimm Knight",
"message": "\"There is nothing for me here. Not in this Era.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Then find something. Looking to die is pointless. I was at your point once too. My pride and purpose, gone.\"\n\n*Diao rolled up her sleeve to show the Grimm Knight her mechanical arm.*\n\n\"I used to be a warrior, you know? Standing strong and proud, reinforced with strength. Now I need Arktos's help to stand. Why do you think I have a mechanical arm? So why not serve someone else?\""
},
{
"author": "R.S. Grimm Knight",
"message": "*The knight continued to assemble his armors. Some difficulty being had with only one arm, but he seems determined to.*\n\"Then I would ask you, Who? Who would I serve? For what purpose? I am a broken machine, and there is no other path to trail. I was made to serve, protect, and kill. I cannot even accomplish that. What master would want me?\"\n\n*He finishes by taking the rusted, shattered sword and sitting it in his sheath.*\n\"I appreciate your words, Miss. I would only ask your name, that I might know who gave me this chance for a proper grave.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"...I don't know. I can't answer that. Only you can.\"\n\n*Diao offered the Grimm Knight his other arm, still partially polished. Should he reach for it, he would find it being pulled away.*\n\n\"Who says you can't still serve, protect, and kill? Ok, maybe kill isn't always the best answer. But still. Just because you fail once doesn't mean you have to end it all. You have parameters. Is self destruction one of them? Arktos here was once the same.\"\n\n*The artificer let out a sigh, taking a seat on a nearby chair.*\n\n\"If you're not going to listen to me, at least allow me to polish you up. You're still all rusty.\""
},
{
"author": "R.S. Grimm Knight",
"message": "*The knight pauses on Diao's words, although the helm offers her no expression to read. It's skull like frame reminicent of a time when he might of been feared for his ability. Now, even the armor is old and worthless. The knight looks to his arm in Diao's hand, and watches as she pulls it away from him.*\n\"I... I must make my way back to the estate. From there... I suppose I will decide then.\"\n\n*He shakes his head, seeming to adjust his cloak so the severed arm wasn't quite as obvious from afar.*\n\"Keep the limb. As a momento. Or trash it, I won't mind. I won't waste any more of your resources, time, or effort miss. I must be going now.\""
},
{
"author": "com.co",
"message": "Wanna end or keep going"
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*A sigh followed Diao setting the arm back on the table and leaning back.*\n\n\"No stopping you huh? So you're just going to go back to Runra, find your estate, and die? Nothing else? That'd be a waste of a model like you, you know. Well, so be it. I'm Diao Tai Feng. My Kuilei is Arktos. If you ever change your mind, you're welcome here.\"\n\n*Could Kuilei's change their mind?*"
},
{
"author": "R.S. Grimm Knight",
"message": "*The knight remains silent again, perhaps having no answer for the woman. He nods however, and heads for the door.*\n\"I appreciate the offer. If we meet again... I may take you up on that offer.\""
}
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Nagnis goes back to cleaning some mugs, the tavern now empty. Again.*"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa walked into the tavern, humming softly as she walked. A pleasant look upon her face, the corners of her mouth turned upwards. Her longbow on her back sat proudly on display. Arrows in their quiver moving against one another, making a soft tapping noise. \n\nVanixa looked over at Nagnais cleaning his mugs, in the empty tavern. **\" Ahh have I missed all the fun of the day already?\" **"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He perked his ears up and turned to look towards Vanixa. He smiled back at her and placed the mug he was currently cleaning down, turning his body to face her.\n\n**\"Unfortunately so. I managed to get some cleaning done. Did you enjoy your time outside in the area?\"***"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa moved her head side to side, eyes looking upwards for a moment. She looked down pulling a couple of pins out her hair, letting her hair fall down. \n\n**\" Excuse me , I am not use to having my hair up for so long. It was starting to give me a headache.\"**\n\n**\" I must say the area was nice I was able to sell a few things, make a bit of coin. Saw a few children running around and mother's giving chase. It was all quite pleasant indeed.\"**\n\nVanixa took a sit the counter, looking the man over, \"** How was your day?\"**"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He smiled, trying to imagine the beautiful scene.\n\n**\"Well, mostly boring. Quiet. I catered for 3 other people before you came back, and that was about it.\"** He stood up straight. **\"Would you like anything to eat or drink?\"***"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa leaned forward a bit, **\" Hmm a drink would be nice.\" Do you spend most of your days inside of the tavern? No long walks, or maybe star gazing in the night?\" Do tell if you take all your joy, flirting with the lady patrons. **\n\nVanixa gave a mischievous smile, **\" I might have to ask around about your reputation.\"**"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He blinked then gave a faint chuckle, blushing a little bit.\n\n**\"Ah. I do spend most of my days indoors. I occasionally go out at night, thought not as often as I used to. I seem to be busying myself here as much as I can, but on the times I have nothing to do, I stay here. I haven't taken a walk outside in... Half a month?\"***"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa watches the dark blush flush the man's skin. A smirk forming on her lips, as she listen to the man speak. Vanixa rested her elbows on the counter folding her hands, resting her chin on top of them.\n\n She looked up at the man speaking, ** \" Well that is quite preposterous. Do you not miss the sun or the wind on your skin? I get caught gloomy when I don't at-least feel the sun on my skin. **"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"I do miss it quite a lot. I used to enjoy it a lot.\"** He looked around at the tavern and how empty it was. He then turned around and grabbed a mug, pouring some ale into it before giving it to her.\n\n**\"Perhaps when you have finished the drink, I'll close the bar up before I take a walk for the night. Should do me good.\"** He smiled faintly.*"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa eyes light up, \" **Would you mind some company? I am quite positive it will do you good indeed. **Vanixa unfolds her hands, taking the drink in hand. She brings it to her mouth drinking, quite thirsty from spending her day wandering around."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a nod of the head.\n\n**\"But I would never object to some company. It would be very delightful. Perhaps you and I may walk to an area with some herbs for your practices.\"***"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa laughed, almost spitting out her drink, **\" We would have to go into the forest for my needs of herbs.\"** Vanixa looks over her mug, tilting it up to take another drink. She turns her head to the side, a eyebrow raising, \n\n** Your not trying to coax me into the forest are you?\"** Vanixa smirks enjoying twisting the man's words, shooting to see the blush creep upon his face."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*His ears perked up.\n\n**\"Heavens no! That's incredibly shady for me to do such a thing. I do not know your preferred locations to find ingredients, I merely took a stab in the dark as to our location for the night.\"** He chuckled faintly with a soft blush. **\"Suffice to say we just roam the roads for the night?\"***"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa takes a long drink, placing the now empty mug on the counter. Vanixa licked her lips, raising her chin a bit looking at the man. \n\n**\" Of course you are such the gentleman, how could I think such a thing of you! A night of roaming the roads with you shall be interesting. **\n\nVanixa gives a smirk, **\" Perhaps one day I'll show you some of my favorite places in the forest. Though to not be shady as you put it, I'll take you in the daylight hours.**"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He couldnt help but keep the smile on his face. Noticing she finished her drink, he stood up straight and moved out from behind the counter.\n\n**\"Well, let's go on that little walk then. Shouldn't take too long, roughly an hour or so.\"** He held the door open for her.*"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa got up from her seat walking over to the door. She gave a small bow of her head, as she walked out the door, giving a quiet, ** \"Thank you.\"**\n\nWhen Vanixa walked outside she took a step to the side, allowing Nagnis to be on her right side."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*As she exited, he followed too, closing the door and locking it with a key tied around his neck by a piece of thin thread. He tucked it under his shirt for now before turning to look at her. The roads held so much to discover, for him to choose a destination was difficult. \n\nHe glanced up at the sky, seeing the stars in their beautiful glory. He smiled softly at sight of them before looking down at Vanixa.\n\n**\"Where to first?\"***"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa watched the light in his eyes burn brighter as he looked up into the stars. It brought a smile upon her face, her ears burning hot. She almost missed what he said in her musing. \n\nShe lifted a shoulder up , ** I am not sure I am quite new here. We could just begin walking, see what fate has for us.\"** Vanixa held a arm out, in a forward direction, **\" Let us journey onwards! **She says, in her best Captain voice."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a small chuckle in response to this comical behavior. He begun walking beside her, their journey going down the dimly lit roads of . He couldnt help by occasionally look up at the stars in the sky and admire them as he walked. Despite living so long, the one thing that seemed consistent were these stars and the moon. It soothed him, made him feel relaxed. Perhaps even closer to nature than he would have initially thought.*"
}
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*A note hung on Nagnis' tavern door.*\n\n``` Closed. Come back in a few minutes! ```"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "*Meanwhile, downstairs the tavern was quite lively, all sorts of peopleof different races and professions had come together for drinks and food after a hard day's work. Though many still chose to be amongst their own ranks and kind, it was clear that the tension between the groups was minimal compared to how it normally was. A bit farther off from the crowd by the end of the bar sat a tall woman with their elbow supported down on the counter, a mug in front of them. Her being alone made them stand out quite a bit, being extremely well built for one just added to it. Though seeming rather humanoid, it didn't quite fully fit... A Mogash maybe?*"
},
{
"author": "flint8118",
"message": "*A fully armored character would then walk in and take a seat on the opposite side of of the bar, with rather nice set at that before the person would order his drink. He would mostly sit there looking around at all the different people scattered around the place some having a good time others to drink there sorrows away and the woman who sat at the other end looked interesting to say the least*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "*Having noticed the person sitting down across her, she sublty attemoted to observe what his intentions were. Him looking over the crowd and with that herself as well, she decided to speak up.*\n\n\"Haven't had anyone come over without a reason, can I help you with something? Guard duty, monster cleanup... Anything involving musle and violence. As long as the pay's good that is.\"\n\n*She explained. Apparently she was a mervenary, made sense if one thought about it a bit. The build, being away from the crowd to be easier to spot. Didn't seem like she had much to note regarding his armor. Must have seen all sorts of people in her line of work before.*"
},
{
"author": "flint8118",
"message": "*The man would simply look over to the woman not answering her questions and simply go back to drinking the ale he was provided with before mumbling something* \"Nothing much just looking\" *He would then go back to being silent*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"...Right, carry on then.\" \n\n*She'd reply, taking a gulp from her own drink, she pulled her elbows closer to cover her chest a little. Seems like she tried to take it as to him looking around the room, but she couldn't help interpreting it otherwise.*"
},
{
"author": "flint8118",
"message": "*Argo would notice her sudden covering up before sighing at his cup before taking another swig and stops looking around trying to make her feel a little bit more comfortable in this place and not worry about little things*"
}
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{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"On the look for someone specific then?\"\n\n*She asked to say something. Not having anyone to talk with hen she was drinking her beer alone was good and fine, but if someone was already in front of her, just sitting there without saying anything was pretty awkward. For her at least.*"
},
{
"author": "flint8118",
"message": "\"No just waiting for quests to show up nothing more nothing less\" *He would look over to the woman before looking back down still trying not to make her uncomfortable with him*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"Guess that makes two of us then. Thought an empire would have a decent amount of people that need a few skulls bashed in, guess people here have other sorts of worries though...\" \n\n*She let out a small sigh, downing the remainder of her ale and setting the mug aside, letting out a small but nonetheless pleased chuckle.* \n\n\"At least the booze is good!\""
},
{
"author": "flint8118",
"message": "*A simple nod would come of agreement would come out if Argo as he would pull off his halberd off his back and place it beside him as well as his bag*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"Not a man of words I see...\"\n\n*She mumbled with a sigh.*\n\n\"Shame, that armor surely has a lot of stories to it's name. Can't force a stranger to talk if they don't feel like it though I suppose.\"\n\n*She said, getting up with her palms supported down on the counter, presumably about to leave. Her mug was empty and the man didn't really give off the vibe of wanting to be bothered either.*"
},
{
"author": "flint8118",
"message": "\"Hero, hero of my village\" *He would say to the lady before she would leave* \"And I have plenty of stories to tell about the monsters I've fought and won against\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "*She'd look down to him, a small smile painting itself on the corner of her cheeks.*\n\n\"My, just had to hit the right topic then. Do tell, what powerful creatures have you fell that this land has to offer?\"\n\n*If she was interested in his story or just the monsters was hard to tell. Definitely looked like someone who'd enjoy wrestling wyverns herself.*"
},
{
"author": "flint8118",
"message": "\"Hmm if I'm not mistaken I do believe I to talk a elder dragon to leave our village alone and to not burn it down theres also the time I had to take out a swarm of hob goblins annoying thing they are\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"An elder dragon you say... To think there would still be some around...\"\n\n*She replied, deep in thought. She had encountered several draconic creatures before, but dragons in particular so far were just a myth to her. To think a reptile as gigantic as she heard from stories would still exist was... Exciting.* \n\n\"Should your assumption of speaking to such a creature true, you've just given me a goal I've been looking for.\""
},
{
"author": "flint8118",
"message": "\"Hmm so I have, they were rather hostile to humans so I would be as careful as possible. Especially when going against a elder dragon you understand me?\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"I'm not that much of an idiot. It'd be more like the final entry on my hunting list. After all, what is there more powerful out there!?\" \n\n*She asked him enthusiastically, her fangs showing, having a wide toothy grin painted on her face. Okay, so she was basically crazy. Probably wasn't all talk with nothing behind her, but her fantasies seemed a little farther fetched than your average adventurer could go.*"
},
{
"author": "flint8118",
"message": "*Argo would nod* \"Maybe take out some wyverns before you bother with a dragon, that is probably my best request that I can give you when fighting a dragon\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"I doubt that alone would cut it. One's best chance would lie in the fact powerful beings underestimating most who oppose them. Just imagine the shock of having your snout broken by someone a figment of your size.\" \n\n*She'd explain, clearly showing joy in the idea of beating up a massive dragon. If it was the fantasy of being powerful enough to commit such a feat or just pure sadism, maybe both... Was unclear.*"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa watches the man's eyebrow raise at her demand. A smirk begins to spread across her face at his words. **I'll have you know Sir, my vision in the night is quite good. My reasons for wanting you to escort me are all quite selfish and not for safety.** Vanixa says looking into the man's eyes as she walks."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He couldn't help but keep his smile as he took the sign off the door of his tavern and unlocked the doors. He then entered, keeping the doors open.\n\n**\"It's quite alright to have selfish wants.\"** He said as he walked his way back over to the counter. **\"Would you like a drink?\"***"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa shook her head, **\" No thank you, do you enjoy drinking? I don't remember seeing you drink here at your tavern. \"** Dona reaches into her pocket pulling out something wrapped in a cloth. \"** This is Oolong tea or red tea, I thought you might like to try some. It has a mild taste with a bit of sweetness.\" **"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He raises his eyebrows and gasps in surprise.\n\n**\"Oolong?! I've been wanting to try some for years!\"** He gently takes the cloth with a big smile on his face. **\"My goodness, thank you so kindly for this gesture. This is truly a gift!\"***"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa ears burn hot again she reaches a hand up to rub the right one. **\" I am glad, you will enjoy it. I like to scary the little children sometimes , tell them I am drinking the blood of naught younglings.\"** Vanixa laughs to herself, **\" The little look in their eyes is just adorable, though the parents disapprove.\"**"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"I've always been stuck on drinking nothing but regular lavender tea. I grew bored of it, so this will add a little spice to things!\"** He looked at her. **\"I'm going to get some hot water ready. Would you like a cup for yourself?\"***"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa smiled, ** \" Yes that would be lovely, thank you. ** Vanixa watched as the man walked away, with the tea. She took a deep breath, running a hand through her hair."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*After a few moment he returned with a tray. On the tray was the tea pot, filled with the tea, followed by two tea cups. He placed the tray on the counter between the two of them, taking one of the cups and pouring some tea in it.\n\n**\"This might be a little weird to say. But I'm genuinely excited to try this tea.\"***"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa rolls her eyes, **\" No of course not, tea is the best. I prefer tea over other drinks myself honestly. It's perfect for ever time of the season. It won't give you a nasty headache after drinking it either.\"**\n\n**\"Though I wonder how the first being found themselves drinking it. I like to think it was a happy mistake.\"**"
}
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{
"author": "flint8118",
"message": "\"Hmm there seems to be a sudden inflation of people here huh? Well it's not my place to ask them why there here\" *He would look back at the lady* \"Yeah it's just a fair warning to you nothing more\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "*She looked down at him a little surprised, having taken the kill a few wyverns more as a tipp for warming up rather than a warning. In an attempt to hide this fact she, waved him off.* \n\n\"Yeah, yeah. Dragons are tough, smart and whatever else. Told you I'm not an idiot.\"\n\n*She'd reply slightly flustered, in the meantime noticing how little time she had before her illusion would run out. With that, she thought it for best if she left the tavern, not wanting to scare off any potential customers after all.*\n\n\"Time is running short though and I think I have to leave. Mayhaps we'll meet again sometime. Would be interesting to hear how you dealt with a whole pack of hobgoblins at once.\""
},
{
"author": "flint8118",
"message": "\"Why not stay I can buy you another drink besides I don't think you really need to worry I won't bite.. Hard\" *He'd let off a slight chuckle as he said that* \"It's not like your in a rush are you?\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"Actually... I sort of am.\" \n\n*She said with a slightly nervous smile, her actual appearance taking shape in the meantime. She had horns now... Her mouth was way wider than it seemed right, teeth were sharper and larger too. Her hands seemed to have some sort of organic armour coating them, ending in claws. One could only assume her feet were the same. \n\nSo, she was a red oni after all.*"
},
{
"author": "flint8118",
"message": "\"Hmm so oni then, well doesn't matter to me as long as you don't hurt innocents I won't budge, but the moment you do expect me\" *He would simply look back down at his cup allowing her to leave*"
},
{
"author": "avraso",
"message": "*After searching for a while Merrick finally finds the inn*\n\n*Walks up to the inn keeper and asks* \"How much is a room for the night?\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"Right. Will keep it in mind to pack something against armor for next time I'll take a contract for someone harmless.\"\n\n*She'd say, flashing him a cute smile before stepping away from the table and heading out. She seemed like a rather unnaturally careless person for having proclaimed to be a mercenary... Maybe selhe was just really stupid. Odd eitherway.*"
},
{
"author": "flint8118",
"message": "*He begins to think to himself how strange that oni was considering how much onis he actually meets in his travels and how this one didn't try and kill him on sight or anyone else for that matter,but it's not his problem to know why. Still now he cant stop thinking about it*"
},
{
"author": "avraso",
"message": "*Notices the strange group of people talking*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He chuckled.\n\n**\"Perhaps by pure luck. Perhaps some divine being bestowed a woman or man with the ability to see tasty leaves and create a concoction like tea.\"** He stood up straight and turned to look at \n\n**\"Good day, sir. Welcome to my tavern. A single room is 6 copper a night.\"** He smiled.*"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa chuckles as well, looking over at the fellow who had just arrived. She took a sip of her tea, holding the tea cup between her hands. \n\n**\" Perhaps so.\" ** Vanixa gets up seeing her friend has business to attend. She makes her way back her room, with her tea."
}
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{
"author": "ward",
"message": "\"Haaah...\"\n\nA relieved yet exhausted sigh escaped from Yumiko's lips once she finally arrived to the tavern. The girl who entered looked rather ragged. Her clothes, seemingly of eastern origins, were marked with stains, tears, and slight rips. Even after washing the excess blood and grime it had accumulated over her adventures, the once pristine outfit had now become a barely functioning shadow of its former self. Disappointingly, she concluded that it needed to be discarded soon.\n\nMaking her way over to the counter, she rummaged through her coin purse, drawing fifteen silvers and setting them onto the table.\n\n\"Your best room,\" She requested, voice lower than usual. \"I'll be staying for around eight days and seven nights. Include breakfast meals please.\"\n\nOnce she eventually got her room key, she left the area quietly and swiftly. The amount of Macen in that room sickened her. Not that she couldn't live with it— she just preferred not being around them.\n\n\"Moons, these last few days were exhausting.\" She said, yawning to herself as she stepped into the confines of her new room.\n\nHer muscles ached. Even for a trained warrior like Yumiko, exhaustion and stress still affected her, especially when she just did two quests back to back. With those jobs completed, hopefully the guild would be able to witness her merits and allow her better privileges in the future. Yumiko had heard of enchanting and training services. It would do her good to take advantage of it.\n\nWith that thought, she began preparing for downtime. \n\nShe set her equipment in one of the corners of the room, letting her inventory gather in a messy pile she could hardly be bothered to sort at the moment. Yumiko stripped her worn out yukata, replacing it with an attire more reminiscent of the Salvainese. She outfitted herself with a buttoned up cotton blouse and a red, calf-length skirt. Under the blouse she wore a tight shirt and under the skirt she wore leggings. It was baseless paranoia, but Yumiko preferred it if she could shed her outer clothes to effect a disguise at any time. \n\nNow for the last part.\n\n**\"Concealment.\"** She spoke, the word that left her mouth carrying a power to it. Immediately, her ears and tail disappeared from view, all features of her outwardly Oriate appearance vanishing. It was a trick any Oriate with the right amount of mana could do. Her people were a mystical one, it was only natural that they developed a way to hide it."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*The dark elf, Nagnis, stayed within the tavern downstairs. He had stayed there for a little while, cleaning out from mugs and afterwards he swept the floors, keeping them nice and tidy. Even to the point where he'd move the chairs and tables out the way to sweep even the corners of the tavern.*"
},
{
"author": "doofiez",
"message": "Lilium would open the door to the tavern, looking into it. She'd notice that there were an abundance of people at the tavern. Not only limited to Macens, though they were the vast majority. They were all happily drinking and cheering— a rowdy bunch. She'd slowly slip into the tavern with her bloodied stave, quickly walking towards the counter. She'd undo her leather coin pouch, quickly giving the counter 9 silvers she dug out from the pouch.\n\n\" I-I'll stay for a total of 5 days.. \" She passed the 9 silvers to the counter. Looking down onto the wooden planked floor. She was afraid of what the man at the front desk would say— I mean, Lilium was aware of how she looked now. Others might even consider her a psychopath roaming the streets with her stave bloodied in that manner. \n\nThe man at the front desk would pass the key to Lilium, \" Room number 203, also, may I ask— \" \n\nBefore the man could finish his sentence, Lilium took the key and dashed up the stairs, to where the rooms were located at. Soon, she'd reach the doorstep of her allocated room. She inserted the key into the keyhole and with a twist, the door would become unlocked. \n\nShe'd enter the room, taking the key with her as she'd shut the door tight behind her, locking it. Lilium's thighs ached. She quite literally, chased down a knight. She wasn't one for physical labour and this was unexpectedly, tiring. She'd leave her bloodied stave in the toilet as she headed to the bed. Fatigue would soon catch up as she simply collapsed on the bed, not even bothering to wash-up. \n\n—In the matter of a few seconds, Lilium would be deep asleep."
},
{
"author": "ward",
"message": "Yumiko slipped out of her room and locked the door right afterwards, slowly making her way down the stairs and into the tavern. She hadn't eaten for a while, and figured she should probably stuff herself with something before she went out and explored the city. \n\nShe approached the counter and gave her most genuine smile to whomever was tending it at the moment. The girl's lightly pink hair seemed to almost reflect the light of the nearby lanterns. It was currently long and loose, as she didn't need to tie it back for combat anymore. She liked it this way, even though it often got in the way more than she preferred.\n\n\"Wine please, nothing expensive or anything.\" Yumiko requested, \"And could I get something to eat as well? Some decent quality bread and some cheese would be lovely.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*The dark elf looked up from behind the counter over towards Yumiko, his bright yellow eyes on her. He gave her a smile before turning towards her and giving her a nod of the head.\n\n**\"Of course. Today's special to eat is tomato soup with cheese and garlic bread, if that sounds to your liking. Otherwise I can quickly whip something up not necessarily on my menu.\"***"
},
{
"author": "ward",
"message": "Soup. That was always filling, no matter what sort of meal it paired up with. She wasn't exactly sure about the science behind it all, those questions were better left for scholars of the academia to answer.\n\n\"Ah... Yes, that should be fine.\" Yumiko nodded. \"How much would it cost me? Or is this part of the free breakfast I paid for earlier?\"\n\nShe leaned against the counter and propped her head up with a single hand, an air of aloofness radiating off the girl. Yumiko regarded the dark elf with inquisitive eyes. She had seen quite a number of them already, especially within the presence of the Empire."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a nod of the head.\n\n**\"With every purchase for a night at my tavern, you get a free breakfast and drink in the mornings. After that, you would have to pay for your foods and drinks.\"**\n\nHe then begun to roll up the sleeves of his white shirt so they were just above his elbows. He seemed to have rather strong looking arms.\n\n**\"Some wine and food coming right up, madam.\"** He spoke cheerfully before turning and going through a door to begin making the food.*"
},
{
"author": "ward",
"message": "\"I appreciate it.\" She thanked, waiting around in silence for her meal to be ready. Though she could only manage to keep that up for so long until she became... Rather bored.\n\n\"Were you born around here?\" She inquired, \"I don't know much about dark elves. You guys seem to be all over the place.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He soon came out again and moved over towards her, getting a bottle of wine and a mug ready.\n\n**\"No, I'm from Wakazu. Quite honestly, I haven't seen many other dark elves except my family.\"** He uncorked the bottle and poured some wine for her. **\"However, I prefer it here. It's a beautiful, quaint little area.\"**\n\nHe pushed the mug towards her. If she noticed, he seemed to have a golden band around his index finger.*"
},
{
"author": "ward",
"message": "Yumiko reached over and wrapped her fingers around the handle of the mug, taking a long sip from the cup before she spoke again.\n\n\"Wazaku huh...\" She murmured longingly. She had never been, though it was one of the places she wished to see someday. In fact, she had never travelled anywhere near Silnaria.\n\n\"Salvainia is beautiful I suppose. In it's own, **Unique** Way.\"\n\nThe ring on his finger earned him a raised eyebrow. Yumiko never understood why people bought rings in the first place. They didn't seem like very comfortable adornments. The only reason she'd probably wear a ring if it were enchanted with some sort of spell. Perhaps he liked to show off his wealth to others? In that case, it would make her slightly ticked off.\n\nWait... She had heard of this before. Her people didn't practice it, but individuals would use rings to signify that they were married. A golden manacle that signified an eternally bound love between two people.\n\nEugh, what a horrible concept.\n\n\"Are you married?\" She decided to ask. \"Forgive me if that's too forward to ask. I'm rather new to the... World outside. The ring you have around your finger is supposed to signify that yeah?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He blinked in surprise that it was mentioned. He looked down at his ring and gave a faint smile.\n\n**\"I was.\"**\n\nHe gently removed the ring to look at it from different angles, moving it between his thumb and index finger that it just came off of.\n\n**\"I was married some years ago to a Macen. I unfortunately outlived her, for I'm 156 years old. She told me, on her death bed, to move on and find someone new when the time was right. I did not want to remove and discard my ring she got me. As a result, I'm wearing it on my index finger.\"**\n\nHe placed over his ring finger on his right hand.\n\n**\"If it were here, it would definitely be a symbol of being married. But, since I am no longer married, it goes on my index finger.\"**\n\nHe then took it off and placed it on his index finger, still on his right hand.*"
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{
"author": "ward",
"message": "How strange. Yumiko didn't understand it— why would you love someone you know you'd outlive? Macen lives were often short unless they were mages. To a Silnari like him, who would likely live for multiple centuries, it seemed a foolish notion to love someone and watch them die.\n\nWell, she supposed this was what they maent when love made people foolish. And the fact that he loved a Macen significantly lowered her opinion of him.\n\n\"That's a sweet tale.\" She said, taking another sip from her mug of wine. \"Your love for each other must have been strong for you to still wear such a thing even after all this time.\"\n\nShe couldn't imagine what it was like. Living with the inevitability of seeing someone so dear to you waste away. Loss was an emotion she felt an overabudance of, and it wounded her heart still to this day. Yumiko didn't want to go through such a thing again. \n\n\"So you now run a tavern, serving drinks to passing patrons like me... Being around a century my senior, do you have any tales to share?\"\n\nYumiko smirked.\n\n\"Or perhaps you're not much of a man of tales. If you'd prefer the silence, I'd understand.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He lifted his gaze from his ring and gave a faint chuckle. He leaned with his elbows on the counter.\n\n**\"Only tales of myself and what I have heard from those that come and go. Depends on the type of tales you are seeking.\"**\n\nHe perked up quickly.\n\n**\"Give me a moment please.\"**\n\nHe whipped around through the door and into the kitchen. There was the sound of pots and pans moving, following by plates clanking. Soon, he came out with the food she had ordered, in a bowl and on a plate, followed by a spoon. He lowered it in front of her.\n\n**\"I do hope that is to your liking, madam.\"** He smiled.*"
},
{
"author": "ward",
"message": "\"Thank you.\" Yumiko's expression lit up at the sight of the meal before her. Utensils in hand, she began digging into her food, keeping silent for the first few moment as she savoured her meal. From the pace at she was eating, it would seem like she was quite hungry indeed.\n\nA contented smile spread across her face just as the warmth of the food enveloped her. She wasn't a picky eater normally, but what she was tasting was delicious. Perhaps it was because of her appetite casting such illusions. Nevertheless, she seemed happy with it.\n\n\"Tales-\" Yumiko started, swallowing a portion of the garlic bread. \"Tales of yourself? You must have a lot to share. What of your former lover? How did you meet and how did you fall into a romance?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"A funny story that. I never expected to fall in love with a being like her. Her name was Agalossa, a dark skinned Macen with beautiful curly hair and lovely freckles across her face. We met when I was 32, in a merchant's shop. She specialized in healing magic and was there to purchase some potions of healing for an experiment she was doing. We met a few more times in that same shop after that. She always told me of the people she was trying to help and asked for advice. I was a mere traveler at the time and did not have a lot of knowledge in potions and magic, but I tried my best to give her advice when applicable.\"**\n\nHe looked once more at his ring, a smile brought to his face.\n\n**\"She was barren and unable to have children. It was one of the things she hated most about herself. I made her aware that it only made her unique and that she could choose to bring a child under her wing whenever she needed. One could say that she took a liking to me after that moment. We were married not long after that. Approximately 7 months after we met.\"**\n\nHe placed his hand on the counter and looked at her.\n\n**\"Seems a bit like a waste of time to marry someone who is only temporary. In my eyes, and I'm sure in her eyes, I'm glad I made her happy in her last few years of living. On her death bed, she thanked me for being her companion. Told me to move on whenever I'm ready. Truth be told... I'm finding it difficult to move on still. I'm just glad I kept her happy while I could.\"***"
},
{
"author": "ward",
"message": "Yumiko nodded along to his story, the food he had put onto the table steadily depleting as time went on. Love in real life wasn't as simple as within the stories, or so she had been told. To be married after just seven months? That was certainly risky. She figured that they just took caution to the wind and listened to their hearts. It was a dangerous world, and their decision paid off with warm memories.\n\nThat was rather sweet.\n\n\"Well... My Aunt Sol once told me that when you feel for someone very strongly, you trade parts of your soul with them. That they will always stay with you, no matter how good or bad your memories of them are. What you feel isn't uncommon I think. She's still part of you, that's why you keep that ring right?\"\n\nAfter all this time, all that was left of the food was the tomato soup, which she crudely gulped down by lifting the entire bowl to her face. \n\n\"Haaah...\" Yumiko sighed, setting the bowl down. \"Regardless, those centuries certainly made you an amazing cook. The meal was astounding Mister.\" \n\nShe gave him a satisfied grin before gulping down the rest of her wine in the mug.\n\n\"I'm sure you'll find someone suitable one day. You still have a few centuries to go.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Agalossa is always with me. You see, the years I spent with her, I built up a lot of trust between herself and me. With trust comes love. And from there, despite now not being married to her, this ring has sentimental value. Whenever I look at it, I remember the times I spent with her. The times we shared. And that's what she wants to be known as. A memory. If she had not met me, she would have most likely never married. And, in that sense, when she died, there would be no memory of her. This is the life she wanted the most.\"**\n\nHe looked back at his ring and smiled again, before looking at her.\n\n**\"Alas, thank you. I have learned many things in my years.\"** He chuckled before taking the bowl and spoon.*"
},
{
"author": "ward",
"message": "Yumiko highly doubted that she would've never found someone if it weren't for him. That sort of reasoning just seemed self-centered to her. She still couldn't understand this woman he spoke of. To be known only as a memory to a single man? There was certainly much more she could do if that was her wish. The woman was a healer. Her actions would have likely touched and saved many lives. Had she not considered dedicating herself to that field fully— to be remembered as a savior?\n\nIt seemed better than a bittersweet memory of a dead lover. \n\nFor her, such an ending was a bleak one. Yumiko didn't want to lead her life with such weakness. She wouldn't stay content with mere passion. To her, death meant that she left weak legacies. Yumiko wanted to be more than a strong memory to a single person. She wanted to be an impression onto the world itself. Someone who changed the fundamentals of everything. A ripple that would echo even to the far future. A meme to last for generations.\n\n\"...Perhaps I'm not in a position to judge.\" Yumiko muttered to herself, drawing a wistful smirk. She stood from her seat and began making her way out the door. \n\n\"Thanks for the meal mister. I'll be seeing you again soon.\"\n\nNagnis would see a single silver coin slipped onto the counter. A small token of appreciation for the tale, most likely."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He saw the single coin and he gave a nod, taking it.\n\n**\"Until next time, madam. Have a great day.\"** He smiled. He then turned and took the bowl and spoon back to the kitchen, going through the door.*"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa walked into the tavern a confident smile upon her face. Her hair was pinned a top of her head , a few loose curls fell out of place. Her usual smell of herbs and spices following after her. Vanixa came up to the bar, taking a sit leaning toward a bit. **\" Good day Nagnis, how do you fair?\"**"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He perked up from behind the counter and smiled.\n\n**\"Hello, madam! It's a pleasure to see you. I'm doing fairly well. The usual, nothing new. How do you fair today?\"***"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa placed a arm on the counter her left hand holding her elbow, while the other cradled her cheek. She looked up at Nagnis, **\" I am in the market for a home as it were, maybe with a small shop for my business.\" I believe I've found such a home in the city. My hope is that the city brings me great business.\"**"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"My, that is excellent to hear! Business will surely come to you in no time. What items or services will you be sharing? Your healing services?\"** He asked with his head tilted to the side a little bit.*"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa, **\" Yes my healing and I have some other works I wish to make profitable soon. Though I am a bit superstitious, I try not to speak on unfinished projects.** \nVanixa looks up at the ceiling her eyes dreamy, then back down at you."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a smile and nodded.\n\n**\"Lovely. I'm so happy for the progress you're making. I wish you the best income to come your way, miss Vanixa. What can I get you for now while you are here?\"***"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa frowns, **\" Ahh, just a ale please, then I'll be on my way . I just wanted you to know your always welcome at my home, unless you'd prefer to talk on long walks in the night.\"**"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*His eyes widened for a bit in surprise, followed by a light pink blush coming across his face.\n\n**\"Wha- Really? Miss, that... That is a very kind gesture.\"** He nods his head. **\"I will most certainly one day join you at your new home! Where would I be able to find it?\"***"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa smiled, **\" Well, it will be some where here in town, a bit closer to the city. Vanixa, chuckled I plan on doing quite a bit of planting, so just look for the home with the front lawn covered in plants and flowers.**\n\nVanixa gives the man a sultry look, \" **Though I may just come and find you when I make the purchase. There will be so much heavily lifting to do, getting the house settle in and all.\"**"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He looked at her and blinked, keeping the blush across his face.\n\n**\"P-Perhaps I could assist you if I am not working, to move all the things you need moved.\"** He gave a faint chuckle.*"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa face fell, feeling a bit rejected she ran a hand on the back of her neck. She was so bad at this, or either he was really uninterested. Vanixa decided it was time to back paddle out of this one. **Well, don't feel you must I know you are a busy man. Speaking of busy I think I'll take that drink another day. Vanixa begins to get up, her ears burning hot in embarrassment. \" Nice speaking with you again friend, until next time.\"**"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gasped and leaned over the counter, reaching his hand out and taking her wrist in his hand.\n\n**\"Wait!\"**\n\nHe paused and immediately let go of his hand.\n\n**\"O-Oh, I'm... So sorry.\"** He leaned back up straight, he too rubbing the back of his neck. **\"I was not... Expecting to do that.\"***"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa stopped looking down at her wrist that had now been seized. Her heart speed up a bit, her ears now a burning brighter. Had she been so forward that he was going to ask her not to return?! \n\nVanixa wrist was released the man giving a apology that seemed to fall from his lips. Vanixa stood in bewilderment, she gave a wary chuckle. **\" Ha... Ha I was not expecting it as well Nagnis, did I leave something?** Vanixa looked back at the counter then the stool, happy to have her eyes off the man for a moment."
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{
"author": "ward",
"message": "Reentering the inn was a familiar looking woman. It was Yumiko, who had seemed to be done with whatever business she was doing out on the streets of Salvainia. She crept past the domestic in silence, making her way back to her room to begin outfitting herself with her equipment.\n\nYumiko changed into a fresh, warmly coloured yukata. A sash was wrapped around her waist to secure the loose and flowing fabric. She armoured herself in her steel brigandine and steel gauntlets, and finally sheathed her blades to her side.\n\n**\"Concealment.\"** She whispered, her Oriate features manifesting outwards once more. \n\nIt was time for another quest.\n\nNow ready, she stepped outside the tavern, briskly making her way to the New Sunlight to make more money."
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"A true gentleman.\"\n\n*Tsuruno stated, entering the tavern as the blue oni held the door for her. She couldn't really hide her true appearance anymore, but didn't relly care given there was free booze on the menu. Making her way over to one of the free tables, she supported her claymore against the chair and sat down on with one foot set on the edge of the chair, laying one of her arms over her raised knee. Looking back over her shoulder to see to his current whereabouts.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Sai would walk to the table after her but wouldn't sit down yet, he'd just toss the robe from his shoulder onto the back of the chair and rested his staff against it. He'd then look up at Tsu.*\n\n\"What'd you want?\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"Anything you can set on fire.\"\n\n*With that, she gave him a lot of freedom on what to buy. Least she wasn't picky... Or she just decided to heed his warning.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*That gave him TOO much freedom. To the point it could be anything that isn't water, juice or milk. He knew the Oni, especially the Reds could handle their alcohol, but at the same time strong spirit had a bad taste. In a very Sai fashion he decided to go for the strongest alcohol that still managed to taste good which was Earth Macen Ale. Buying two tankards at the bar and bringing them to the table where Tsu sat. He'd place one in front of her then sit down himself.*\n\n\"Didn't give me a very specific instruction, so now you get ale. If you're disappointed, that's too bad.\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"No, it's fine. I'll just get some spirit by the counter before we leave.\"\n\n*She said, leaning forward to take the tankard and took a large gulp straight away.*\n\n\"So how'd you end up here? If I remember right, your clan lives a decent bit away as well, no?\""
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"I left my clan a good while ago to train with a man that was meant to be an urban legend meant to scare the kids. Haven't returned since. I'm not exactly what you'd call popular around there, given my height. At least not with the guys. So in the end I didn't really feel like I belonged there. My father didn't want to take me into the Red Clan because it would be the same thing there due to my skin color. So I just became -an- Oni and think of myself as Colorless.\"\n\n*He'd take a swig of his drink to take a break from talking. Then once he's sure that she took everything in he decided to answer the actual question.*\n\n\"The old man died a while ago so I've been trying to get closer to society, doing odd jobs here and there. Whatever one of our kind is suited for anyway. What about you? Unlike the Blue Clan, you have a sea separating you from here. Yet here you.\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"Oh I just wanted to kill new things and return with a trophy good enough to become somewhat better known. I picked a lot of fights when I was small, thought they'd forget it if I did something worth getting stories written of.\" \n\n*She'd explain, setting her mug doen for now, resting her head on her arm she had over her knee thoughtfully.*\n\n\"In the meantime I came to realise it might not be as important to me as it was when I came here. Now I just work as a sellsword, looking for stronger things to fight. Challenge myself, get better. I don't know... Maybe I'm just doing this to pass time until I find an actual purpose.\""
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"I think that's the first thing we've had in common... Apart from the obvious fact that we are both of the same race.\"\n\n*He'd smile slightly. Clearly he wasn't use to being able to relate to anyone. Not since his mentor died anyway. It wasn't a very long lived smile as he took a sip of his ale and while his mouth was covered with the tankard, the smile was already gone.*\n\n\"Any luck finding bigger, badder opponents?\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"Heard of a supposed elder dragon being on the continent. Some armoured figure told me about how he 'negotiated' with it to leave his village alone. Probably lied though. Then again... We had sandworms back home so I don't see why there couldn't be any dragons around.\"\n\n*She explained, drinking from her ale.*\n\n\"...Nothing in the seven hells will compell me to even attempt fighting another one again.\""
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"I'm sure noone else would notice a massive fire-breathing dragon flying around.\" *He'd say in a sarcastic tone.* \"Never actually saw any sandworms. Only read about them in books. People say that their meat tastes like chicken. Though they say that about practically anything to justify eating it.\"\n\n*He'd take another big gulp of his ale, wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. He'd use the chair to wrap his arms backwards and crack his back as audible pops are heard. Sai would then just stare at Tsu for a moment, as if in thought about something.*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"If I don't get it served dead in front of me, I'm not curious. Took me a solid month to recover from all the acid burns...\"\n\n*She stated, shuddering slightly in disgust as her not-so pleasant memories of being devoured by one came back to her, downing the rest of her drink to wash the feeling away, letting out a relieved sigh once she was back in the present.*\n\n\"Anyways, tell me more about this urban legend you've trained with. Haven't seen a lot of people use fire magic while having an armour made of ice.\""
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*He'd think for a moment about how to tell the story, drinking as he does so. His eyes would be closed for a while, then would open and the tankard would be set back down onto the table, he'd drum the fingers on the edge then begin.*\n\n\"Okay so. As kids we were told of an outcast, someone who did something -terrible- at the Festival of the Six Demon Kings hundreds of years ago. Each parent told their own story of what the terrible thing was, depending on what they wanted to teach their kid. At any rate, he was told to have been stripped of his horns, rank, everything. And left to starve in the woods. They said his ghost still comes around to haunt people during the festival. That's where I come in. On my eighteenth Festival, the year I left the village, I saw his ghost. Or what I thought was his ghost. What I really saw was...\"\n\n*He'd suddenly stop, having a sheepish grin on his face as he looked at Tsu. He'd just pretend as if he finished the tale, leaving her and what was probably the only important part of the whole thing. Who exactly was the mystery Oni?*"
},
{
"author": "stein.co",
"message": "Steiner would slip quietly into the Tavern. He moved to sit apart from the crowd at the bar. He paid for a measly bottle of rum just to keep the bartenders at bay. He would drink his rum in peace, the week had been hard on him. All his clients were getting all antsy and deranged."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"I...\"**\n\nHe paused and blushed very pink.\n\n**\"I did not want you to leave so soon, Vanixa-\"**\n\nHe turned his head towards the door of his tavern as people started to roll in. He perked up in happiness and moved towards the side of the counter closest to the new comers.\n\n**\"Welcome to my tavern! What I can assist you all with?\"***"
},
{
"author": "domniea7074",
"message": "Vanixa was truly bewildered, one moment the man was blushing her way and the other not so much. Vanixa listened to the man's words a small weight removed from her chest knowing he did enjoy her company as well. Then in the next moment the tavern began to fill, and he was back to his business. Vanixa eyed a few of the new faces , **\" You are busy I shall return soon.\" ** Vanixa exited the tavern then not wanting to be so... So open around others."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He looked over towards Vanixa and frowned a little bit. He hoped she would return soon. No, he knew she would. He waved bye to her as she exited and then turned his attention to the others that had entered.*"
},
{
"author": "stein.co",
"message": "Steiner nodded to the bartender while he waited for his bottle of rum. It had been awhile since he'd seen such a friendly bartender. Many were gruff stoic fellows who never pandered to idle chatter. Only ever opening their mouths to tell someone their bill or cut off their drinks for the night. Steiner would idly tug at his beard while he peered around at the other patrons as well."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He had turned and made his way to his stash of bottles, looking through them before he pulled out the bottle of rum for Steiner. He grabbed a mug, in case he would rather take it little bit by little bit, and approached Steiner. He opened the bottle of rum and then placed the bottle and mug in front of him. Nagnis kept a smile on his face.\n\n**\"Welcome, sir. Are you from around here?\"** The dark elf asked.*"
},
{
"author": "stein.co",
"message": "With a grin the man reached out and grasped the bottle, immediately bringing it to his lips for a swig before answering.\n\n\"Aye, been 'ere all m'life.\"\n\nHe would clear his throat before bringing the rum to his lips again, this time taking long, deep draws from the bottle. He enjoyed the warmth the drink brought him."
}
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{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"What you really saw was...?\" \n\n*She repeated his last sentence, raising a brow questioningly.*\n\n\"Oh come on, don't leave me hanging at the important part! Were his horns really sawn off? Did they grow back? He wasn't dead otherwise you couldn't have trained with him... Still though! Carry on.\"\n\n*She ordered him in a pushy manner. Looks like despite her intimidating appearance, she posed a somewhat childish personality. Maybe she remained so because it had always worked out just fine for her thus far... Eitherway, her curiosity towards his story seemed a bit unusual for a murderous mercenary.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"I saw the elder dragon... And negotiated with it not to attack the Festival.\"\n\n*He'd try to keep a serious expression, he really, really did. But soon enough the corners of his mouth would curl inwards and smile would form, followed by a half chuckle.*\n\n\"Nah, I saw the living him, not a ghost. His horns were still missing so careful you don't break yours, but despite that... His appearance was still... Normal? He basically looked like he didn't age at all. But yeah, he didn't come the festival to 'haunt' anyone. Turns out he had a daughter and used the festival as a way to make sure she's okay by looking from a distance. His personally was anything but normal though. Probably the weirdest Oni I have ever met.\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"I'll punch that guy if I ever run into him again...\"\n\n*She sighed, remembering how stupid it sounded back then just like now. At least he could have told her he fought it off, come off a tiny bit more believable.*\n\n\" ...Anyhow, he doesn't sound like too bad of a person so far, wonder what it could have been that drove him to do somethingvawful enough to get exiled.\""
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"That's the weird thing, until his last day alive. He never told me what it is that he actually did that got him exiled. But now that I know, and you know I know, I won't tell you. It would ruin the whole mystery surrounding my mentor and by extention me. And if there is no mystery, you might get bored.\"\n\n*He'd chuckle, only half-joking, then reach for his tankard and finish whatever is left inside of it.*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"Fair enough. I suppose you would be a bit less interesting yourself if I knew the whole story.\"\n\n*She'd state, leaning backto stretch a bit. Aside the small comparison of power they've had, she's done quite little today. Made her start to feel a little lazy.*\n\n\"Speaking about the festival, are you excited yet?\""
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"Excited? Can't say I'm thrilled. I haven't gone in they past 50 years. So honestly if they find out who my mentor was, could end badly. But what do I have to lose right?\"\n\n*He'd chuckle. Him getting marked guilty by association was a real risk but it didn't bother him as much as it should have. The worst thing that could happen would be him being labeled an exile aswell but that wouldn't be that different from what he's already been all these years.*\n\n\"What about you? Planning on finding a mate?\"\n\n*Since the Fire Festival was overlapped with the mating season for the Oni, it wasn't uncommon for that to be their equivalent of Tinder where females picked a mate.*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Nagnis kept a smile and nodded.\n\n**\"All your life? Well, that's impressive. I've only been here a month.\"***"
},
{
"author": "stein.co",
"message": "\"Aye. Thanks for the drink, pal.\"\n\nSteiner rose from his seat and left the bar. He headed out to look for more clients."
}
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{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"You do you I guess, I like to keep a healthy balance.\"\n\n*She'd state, standing up and stretching once more, letting out a weary yawn.*\n\n\"I have to get something for my hand though, it started burning a slightly less pleasant way and I don't think I want to let it get worse.\"\n\n*With that, she'd go to the counter to ask for something strong enough to disinfect it.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Sai would remain seated. Though moments later as she reaches the counter he'd call out to her.* \"Grab another ale!\" *With that he'd flick her a coin with his fingers, hoping her reactions are fast enough because if not it would probably just hit her on the head and no one likes an annoyed Oni.*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "*She caught it reaching back without turning around, continuing to speak to the barkeeper. Soon enough, she'd return with a new mig for each of them and a bottle of... Whatever. Sliding him over his and setting her own ale down, she pulled out a rag of cloth she also probably got by the counter, dipped it into the bottle and started rubbing it over her torn up hand. It smelt extremely strong, probably wasn't drinkable... Least not by the average human.*\n\n\"Toss it harder next time, maybe then you'll hit me.\"\n\n*She said with a chuckle as she looked over her hand if all the cuts were covered.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"Don't make me look like a villain who -wants- to hit you.\"\n\n*He'd chuckle, picking up his tankard and taking a swig or the ale. He'd close his eyes with a satisfied sigh soon as it goes down.*\n\n\"Been pretty dry on good paying jobs recently. Nothing really worth the time and effort for the payout... Got offered to save a cat for 50 silver. Chased it for a day. Never again.\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"That's why you save up. Mercenaries aren't oft in need in times of peace, but it usually pays well enoigh whenever there is something to be done...\"\n\n*She explained, exhaling a small bit of the explosive dust on her hand from before, it lighting up with a short-lived blue flame, searing most of the wounds covering it shut.*\n\n\"...If you know how to negotiate prices, that is.\""
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"It's not that I don't know how it works. It's just that without war or tensions between groups my line of work is rarely needed.\"\n\n*He'd crack his neck and reach for his tankard, adding one more comment before taking a swig.*\n\n\"On that note, the Silnari seem to be preparing for war.\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"Oh, guess we'll have enough to keep us going for a while quite soon then.\" \n\n*She replied, taking her own mug and drinking from it as well before leaning in closer, so the others wouldn't overhear her.* \n\n\"Thought of which side you'll take already or whoever pays best?\""
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"It's not my race so I don't really care. If I can though I'll pick the dark elves. At least they aren't stuck up nobles with rods in their asses.\"\n\n*He'd sound quite certain of his choice. This time he would drink from his tankard but instead just look at the ale inside as he thinks.*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"Respectable choice. I'll be sure to take it to account when choosing sides. Should the difference not be too large, I'd prefer fighting on your side... For now. I'll mop the floor with you one day, bet.\"\n\n*She sounded pretty determined, what she was actually waiting for was a pure mystery though.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"I'm sure you will, given close quarters combat isn't even my specialty.\"\n\n*He'd state that in a mocking tone, smiling at her sheepishly.*\n\n\"Though not having to fight you on the field as enemies doesn't sound too bad of an idea... Would -hate- to have to kill you.~\"\n\n*He'd finish off his ale in one long chug, slamming the tankard down onto the table and letting out a loud sigh that was a mixture of satisfaction and relief, eventually leaning backwards into the chair as his muscles relax.*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"I can imagine. Don't let your ego get the best of you just cause I wanted to stay pretty for the festival, unlike a certain grandpa sitting across me!\"\n\n*She'd say with an overly smug smile on her face. Looks like she got a taste for provoking him earlier and didn't really feel like laying it off anytime soon. Still, he could easily see she didn't mean to be hostile and was more joking, naturally, she had no idea how long his fuse was though.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"Ouch... I'm not even a century old yet...\" *He'd grin at her, clearly not offended by the remark or anything given that her tone is everythign but serious. He'd look down at her arm before continuing.* \"Well, you never struck me as someone who -cares- what others think -and- I think I'm pretty enough for the festival as is.~\"\n\n*He'd suddenly look at her with a sheepish smile as he said the last part. He did start smiling more from when he just met her but it was probably the ale making him do so.*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"Not like you have a hard time. Men can pull off the griffled look without as much as breaking a sweat. Meanwhile I don't know where your standards are lying, but let's just say I'm not very high up on the list of the average Oni.\"\n\n*She replied, it being hearable on her voice she wasn't too happy about that fact. After all, who would having trouble appealing to people? Well, people oneself would be interested in the very least.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"That's the opinion you have of yourself. Doesn't mean that that's what everyone thinks, does it? And what I meant by what I said is that I took you for someone who is proud of who they are.\"\n\n*He didn't seem to be doing much apart from talking with his ale tankard empty. He would however pull out a coin and idly roll it across his knuckles, over and over. He had a habit of always fidgeting with something, though he didn't know where it came from, it was just there ever since he could remember.*"
}
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Nagnis was currently sweeping the floors of his inn, a big smile on his face as he did so. He had the door open as he pushed the dust out from the inn and outside. Nagnis, the dark elf, had been in this Inn for a little under two months now and was enjoying every single moment of it.\n\nOnce finished with his sweeping, he propped the broom and moved his way over towards the bar counter. He went behind the bar counter and begun counting out some money as well as making sure there was enough mugs laid out.*"
},
{
"author": "asbeestos",
"message": "Coming with the airy night breeze was a rather short lass: the gale erasing the noise of her entrance.\n\n..Or at least, the height would indicate such. Dirty blonde, neat civillianwear.. Seemed like a lost child despite the confidence in her steps. Light steps would soon make their way to the counter; a scoff briefly elicited before hupping up on the rickety bar stool.\n\nLight pink eyes would scour the bar interior before she propped her head upon the tavern's countertop. Cheek pressed firmly against the wood, a light huff followed Ava's shrill voice before the murmur. \"..Please tell me I'm *Finally* In New Salvainia.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He turned to look towards the girl and followed up his turn with a smile.\n\n**\"Why, yes you are! Welcome, newcomer. My name is Nagnis Emberripper. I own this tavern.\"**\n\nHe leaned on his arms on the counter to look at her a little closer. Seems... Unique. He's never seen such a creature like her, but regardless...\n\n**\"What brings you to this city, madam?\"***"
},
{
"author": "asbeestos",
"message": "A lazy side-eye would be shot at Nagnis, not wanting to move her head just yet. Noting the tavernkeep's darker skin, pointed ears.. Dark Elf? Dark Elf.\n\nHer gaze rolled back down to see her lithe fingers plopped next to her head, rather broody. The digits drummed lightly against the countertop. \"No idea.\"\n\nA rather hefty silence, interspersed by the occasional summer breeze, hung in the air before Ava's next words.\n\n\"..You know where a *Bank* Is?\" Ava hoped that was what the folk here called it. Money keeping places right? It'd be embarassing to just admit the Fae got lost from exploring out the wilds.."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Hm. Can't say I do know where it is. You'll need to ask someone who has stayed here a little longer than me. I just know where the drinks and beds are.\"** He said with his smile.\n\n**\"If you'd like, you can have a drink. Ale, on the house, all for your troubles. That's only if you need it though, I shan't force you.\"**\n\nHe raised one arm and used his fingers to brush some hair back and out of his face. On his index finger was a golden band.*"
},
{
"author": "asbeestos",
"message": "Even without the proper answer, the sour look that had rested on Ava's face since her entrance into the dim tavern would melt into a smile. Briefly.\n\nDark Elves always had that nice reputation..\n\nAs the lass sat his back up straight, Nagnis would notice the pointed ears similar to his—assuming he hadn't taken note until now. Fair considering the lateness and-\n\n..Those pink orbs of hers immediately darted to the band on the Dark Elf's index. Gold. *Shiiiiiny.* Ava would find her gaze linger a bit longer than what she liked before the rapid blinks. \"H-huh? Oh, um, I'm good. Thank you for the offer.. Mr. Nagnis correct?\" The lass said, trying best to act more dignified to compensate.\n\nAfter giving time for the Dark Elf to respond, she'd look over her shoulder for a moment before commenting. \"..Might head back out instead. Safe enough around these parts, hopefully?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a little smile towards her. He seemed to be very attentive with her actions and movements, especially her facial reactions.\n\n**The area is safe enough. Very.\"** He assured her.\n\n**\"Seems you like my wedding band, ma'am.\"** He mentioned while taking it off for a moment. **\"Would you like to take a look at it?\"***"
},
{
"author": "asbeestos",
"message": "Reassuring statement otherwise, the next oart would get to Ava. Slightly taken aback, she'd pause before quietly responding. \"..If you don't mind.\"\n\nHer feet would be swinging lightly as they hung from the tall stool she sat on. Maybe Nagnis would even notice a light fluttering sound despite the breeze—though none would be in plain sight. Inwardly Ava was 100% ready to 'squee' from the mere *Chance* Of poking at the shiny accessory. Childish? Yes. Not that it showed too much.. *She thought.*\n\nEnraptured by the wedding band, an eyebrow would now be raised at the Dark Elf. \"Who's the lucky person?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Well, my wife. Once. A Macen by the name of Agalossa. Unfortunately, I outlived her, but I decided to keep the wedding ring. She got her father to craft that very ring, engraved with our date of marriage in the middle of the band.\"** He smiled longingly. Almost... Missing her.\n\n**\"She was a beauty. I'm glad I could have her, make her happy in her last few years of living. We never had children.\"***"
},
{
"author": "asbeestos",
"message": "\"Oh.\"\n\nNagnis need not delve further in his tale to know the Fae has been wrought, the droop in her expression quite obvious. A seemingly ordinary band, scuffed here and there holding a bittersweet romance..\n\nThis ring was definitely ranked up there in her personal list.\n\nA sincere smile made its way up to the tavernkeep. \"..I'm sure she was happy.\" Then, finalizing her thoughts, the lass would hop off her barstool. A brief hover could be noticed before her boots touched the wooden flooring.\n\n\"Should head out soon. Thanks for the chat.\" The blonde said, already heading out the door. She'd pause by the doorway before disappearing into the night. \"Ava, when we meet again.\"\n\nIn the morning, a sole flower would have bloomed from the wooden frame of the doorway."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Nagnis would take note of the flower in the doorway as soon as he opened the door. Quite curious that was, however... It added a nice touch.*"
}
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{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "*As the people of the inn contended themselves with, really, whatever, a small but distinguishable sound could be heard. The sound of heavy footsteps approaching, one sound that is usually associated with something to fear. However, the source was none other than the mostly friendly giant, Kondor!*\n\n*His thoughts mostly consisted of how bright and cheerful this place had been, not really a very common occurrence to him as he usually just wandered out in the wilds. That sort of stuff suited him best, of course. But now, his thirst for the drinks of this place had caused him to give in, and the previous loot he had acquired from handing in the bandit had been quite hefty, so he decided to buy himself a treat.*\n\n*Walking in, his large and bulky build would be a clear abnormality, dark red, almost brown skin of his arms, which were about as large as a regular person's torso, bare. The rest of his body, covered in the sort of armour you'd expect on someone of this size, full plate of course. And his face was covered by a helmet that looked almost like a mask, due to a hood he wore.*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Behind the counter of the bar was the inn-keeper and bartender himself, Nagnis Emberripper. He had enjoyed every ounce of moments spent in his little inn, and soon enough he was going to grow it. Regardless, he stood behind the counter, currently counting out some gold pieces he had in a pouch. Once he heard the steps of the bulky figure, he put the pouch away and looked up towards him. The bright, yellow eyes of the dark elf were soft, and once his eyes met with the bulky figure, he gave a sincere smile.\n\n**\"Greetings there, sir!\"** He exclaimed, raising one hand to pull a piece of hair back and behind his ear. His gold ring shimmered in the small bit of light. **\"How may I help you today?\"***"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "*Ah, such a light atmosphere in the place, of course, there is nothing more to love than this! Kondor, after giving a semi-visible smile from under his helmask, hovers his hand over a pouch of what sounds to be a sizeable amount of coins. From it, he goes to draw some coin, before remembering his lesson from years ago, never to get money out before a payment. So then he asked, in rather brutish but understandable speech;*\n\n\"Ah, I look for drink, strong if here. I like drink with friends, so drink for four!\" *His speech, though crude, was the result of hard work and practice. Originally, he had not known any real language to begin with, and a world without language is completely different to one with. As such, his thinking had gone a bit... Below average, but it was good enough!*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*The dark elf gave a nod of the head, understanding the request, and judging by the man's manner of speech, he appreciated the effort to ask.\n\n**\"Very well. 4 ales coming right up, my good man!\"** He smiled before turning around and grabbing four mugs. He put them to the side and begun filling them one by one, putting them up on the counter top as he filled them. Once he was done, he turned around and looked at the man, counting on his fingers for a moment.\n\n**\"That'll be... 12 silver pieces, please!\"***"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "\"12 silver. Good good, thank you! While waiting, I speak to you?\" *This of course was a question as to whether he wanted a conversation. Kondor smiled once more, a clear and somehow innocent aura to him despite the massive blades attached to the previously unmentioned gauntlets he bore.*\n\n\"So, what you think of people here? Nice, yes?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Nagnis enjoyed this part specifically about being a Bartender. The talks with all these new and interesting people. He pulled up a chair and sat on it behind the bar counter, looking at the man.\n\n**\"The people here are lovely! Haven't met one person yet who isn't at least a little nice.\"** He then gave a shrug. **\"Then again, I only allow the nice people in here.\"** He chuckled faintly.*"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "*Kondor was a bit of a chatterbox, rather ironically. He spoke a lot despite his difficulty in it, and such efforts were always worth it, because oh how fun it was to speak!*\n\n\"Hahaa! Now I know it's good place!\" *Laughing heartily, though not too loudly, he clearly enjoys this. Even the most trivial and pointless conversations could wrack up a smile, and this was a beauty he would always appreciate.*\n\n*Meanwhile, he got out the 12 silver, as due, and placed the coin on the counter, awaiting for it to be taken.*"
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*The dark elf took the coin and, without counting it, placed it into the pouch on his hip.\n\n**\"What are you called, sir?\"** He asked, hopefully in a way he would understand.*"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "*The man answered in his gruff sounding voice, sitting himself down on a stool that was available.*\n\n\"Kondor. Like the bird. Biggest around.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Like the bird... Interesting.\"** Nagnis smiled. **\"My name is Nagnis. It's a pleasure to talk to a fellow like yourself.\"** He chuckled softly.*"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "*Chuckling himself in a peaceful giant sort of aura, Kondor thought to himself about this reaction. He had thought that people might be more afraid of him, but this was welcome too.* \"You too. Good to have friends, yes?\""
}
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{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "\"Where? Hmm, it is Northern Glees in your language, yes?\" *He scratches his chin while folding the blades on his gauntlets to make them less visible and dangerous.*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Northern Glees?\"** The dark elf clarified. **\"I must admit, I have never heard of such a thing before. Such a place or anything. However, I am from Wakazu and they are relatively 'under the rock'.\"** He made the air quotations as he spoke.*"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "\"Under the rock... New sentence I learn! Thank you.\" *Kondor smiled as he made a mental note of the sentence, trying to get the grammar down in his head.* \"I have not heard of 'Wakazu' too. I am here for short while, arrived few days ago.\" *The beginning of that sentence had been copied from Nagnis' own.*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Nagnis gave a faint chuckle in response.\n\n**\"I see. Well, a big man like you must get hungry once in a while. Can I make something for you? We've got stew, I just had a delivery of freshly cut meats. You name it, and I'll serve.\"***"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "\"Thank! That is perfect! I will eat here.\" *He nods, ready to pay for the meal. After this, I'd like to skip him eating and free both ocs from this lock, as I also have irl stuff to deal with.*"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Nagnis went off to go fix him a meal. Once finished, he returned and gave the meal to Kondor, who ate the food, paid and then exited after a few more exchange of words.*\n\nBe safe, friendo, and thanks for spending time with me!"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Picking through one of the nearly empty barrels of untouched fish, a little blue creature seemed to be scavenging for scraps near the entrance to the tavern. He could hear the singing but he paid no heed to it as he flung fish bones out of the barrel before letting out a low noise of triumph and produced a fish that had meat on it's bones. However he removed himself from inside the barrel hopping nimbly out of it and took a sniff of the fish. Seconds later he tossed it away and took a step back falling into the barrel and successfully knocking it over with him inside. A low whine seemed to come from the barrel as it rolled a few feet further towards the tavern before stopping. Crawling out of it he fell landing face first onto the dirt floor."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Nagnis would be sweeping the floors of his tavern, people busy cheering as they drank their drinks. He was quite close to the door as he heard the barrel tumble over, followed by a noise. He raised an eyebrow, his bright eyes looking to the door. He placed the broom down and moved towards the door, opening it and stepping outside. The dark purple skinned being looked left then right, his eyes lying onto the sight before him.\n\n**\"Hello?\"** He called out, stepping down the porch of his tavern and onto the dirt. **\"Someone there?\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Sitting up Biddon whined rubbing his now sore nose after landing on it quite harshly. However he froze upon hearing the lad's voice and quickly scrambled to his feet hiding underneath the small steps leading into the tavern. He was small enough to do so. However feeling dust waft into his noise the little fellow let out a sneeze before clamping a hand over his mouth. 'oops' he thought."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Nagnis' elongated ears perked just a little bit upon hearing the sneeze come from under the tavern steps. He turned around and got down onto one knee, leaning his head to look underneath the floorboard of the porch. Thanks to his dark vision, he was able to see the outline of the creature. His lilac hair fell down over his face, but he brought a hand to push it back behind his ear. He gave a smile to the creature.\n\n**\"Hey there, fella.\"** He spoke, his voice being kind and welcoming. **\"Are you lost or stuck under there?... Or maybe both?\"** He gave a faint chuckle.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"No... Uh no I'm fine\" Biddon quickly replied scrambling back a bit, a sheepish smile on his face. So much for a good hiding spot. Eyeing the male wearily he cleared his throat before speaking. \"You uh... You don't by chance have food do you? I-I can work for it\" He added after asking this. In return his stomach rumbled, chuckled nervously he stayed put underneath the stairs."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He tilted his head a little bit to the side, yet another piece of his hair falling like curtains in front of his face. He brushed it back again, pushing it behind his ear.\n\n**\"But of course I have food. I have plenty of it within my tavern.\"** He then stood up, standing at his full height of 6ft. The dark elf was wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up to just above his elbows, dark trousers with a leather belt strapped around them and... No shoes? Weird but okay.\n\n**\"Come, let's get some delicious food into your body.\"** He gestured to his tavern, the door being wide open. If Biddon was attentive, he'd notice a lovely flower that seemingly grew within the door frame, its roots wrapped around the door frame.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Eyeing him a moment longer Biddon went to remove himself from underneath the steps before standing up straight at a good height of four feet and three inches. Quite short for a male but he didn't seem to notice. Tilting his head up to look at him, the male wore tattered and dirtied shorts with a sleeveless shirt. He too wore no shoes due to well... Odd feet. A blue tail seemed to produce itself from his back side now that he was no longer hiding. Turning his gaze from the elf towards the door he seemed to be thinking. In a way he seemed hesitant on entering the tavern."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Nagnis took notice of his hesitant nature. He lowered his hand, looking at the creature. Perhaps he was shy?\n\n**\"Is... Something the matter, sir?\"** He asked politely, looking back at the open tavern door before looking back to the creature. **\"Is it the number of people in there you're not too fond of? If that's the case, you may enter from the back and into the kitchen. It's only me that runs this tavern, so it's quieter in the kitchen.\"** He gave the fellow a smile. He was never one to judge others based on their appearance. In fact, he took an interest to this creature, purely by how unique he looked.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Oh no it's not that\" He chuckled nervously, shuffling his weight he returned his gaze to the man before moving around towards the steps. It wasn't the people that made him nervous, to him it was the noise, the laughter, the whispers and the stares. After all he was a scavenger, someone who never entered taverns due to the scraps he could always seem to find outside the busy buildings. Glancing inside the doorway leading into the tavern he then turned his gaze back to Nagnis."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Nagnis noticed his body language, but he followed suit. He was somewhat of an empath and perhaps could tell what this new person was feeling. So, he made sure that he was going to walk with him into the tavern, rather than behind him or in front. He walked up the porch steps and stood next to Biddon.\n\n**\"Majority of people are drunk and loud. You're still welcome to come into the kitchen while I make some food for you.\"** Nagnis smiled. He then gestured for Biddon to go inside. **\"I'll be next to you.\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Thank you, I-I can work in exchange for food\" He said looking at him seriously. Turning his gaze once more towards the doorway he took a deep breath before walking inside. He then paused to let Nagis lead the way of course he walked along side him avoiding eye contact with many of the people inside."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He walked inside, being sure to walk side by side with Biddon.\n\n**\"You don't need to work, sir!\"** The dark elf chuckled heartily. **\"I'm more than willing to give you a place to stay as well as food, should you need it. Only you, however, so be sure not to tell anyone else.\"** He said jokingly, keeping the smile on his face.\n\nHe would soon maneuver through the sea of drunkards, all raising their mugs up in greeting to Nagnis. He lead Biddon towards the bar counter, opening the little swinging door that separated the bar from the tavern grounds. He held it open for Biddon.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Oh I-I don't know. I quite like my box- I-I mean home\" He chuckled awkwardly quickly averting the male's gaze. Quickly following after him he walked around the little bar area and through the swinging door. Shuffling his weight Biddon gave another quick look around eyeing every little thing before him."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*The bar was filled with barrels of drinks, mostly ale and beer, followed by a few bottles of mead and wine. There was a shelf half full with mugs, as the rest of them are currently being used. Behind the bar counter looked immaculately cleaned, not even a speck of dust on any surface.\n\n**\"Through here.\"** Nagnis said as he opened a door leading into the kitchen, which was completely hidden and out of sight by any guests. As he opened the door, the smell of fresh meat wafted through the air, followed by a variety of herbs and spices. Who knows what could be behind that kitchen door.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Biddon raised an eyebrow slightly at what he saw. Not one speck of dust, in a way he was quite impressed. However hearing his stomach give a small little rumble at the smell of food wafting through the now open kitchen door Biddon didn't have a second thought as he walked through the door. He was eager to eat but grateful for the man's hospitality. Letting his guard down he had very little worries on his mind."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*The kitchen appeared huge. The walls were spacious and all the kitchen utensils were neatly in their little places. There was a table in the middle of the room that head freshly cut meat being prepared, as evident by the herbs and spices that seemed to be soaking into the meat. Nagnis immediately went to grab a chair that was in the corner of the kitchen and placed it beside the table with the meat on.\n\n**\"Have a seat, my new friend.\"** He offered with a smile before going to a nearby sink to wash his hands. **\"A speciality this is! You have the luxury of being in my kitchen and getting food hot and fresh out the pot!\"** He chuckled, turning off the tap and drying his hands. He then turned to look at Biddon.\n\n**\"What would you like to sink your teeth into, my friend?\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Taking a seat into the chair he had been given, Biddon gave a wide look around before his eyes turned to Nagis. Thinking for a moment he wasn't sure. Opening his mouth to speak he quickly shut it soon after and frowned still thinking. \"Uh well... I'm not sure\" He admitted. Scratching the back of his neck he suddenly had an idea. \"Maybe just a sandwich?\" He smiled nervously."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***Surely not just a sandwich, my friend. What about a lively beef stew with a lovely collection of vegetables?\"** He asked with his head tilted to the side. **\"I'll add some bread to fill your belly up, if you'd like.\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Ooo that does sound better\" He trailed off a smile spreading across his face. Snapping out of it he quickly nodded his head several times. \"Yes please!\" He chirped scooting closer to the table."
}
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Nagnis smiled and gave a nod. \n\n**\"Then a beef stew it is!\"** He exclaimed before turning and going towards a pot over a fire, beginning to make the food. As he started, he turned to Biddon.\n\n**\"My name is Nagnis, by the way.\"***"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would walk in here and sit at a table*\n\n*She would eat some food and then head back home*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Thank you Nagnis, my name's Biddon\" He introduced himself as well turning his gaze to watch him make the food. Shifting his weight in his seat the lad crossed one leg lazily over the other."
}
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"Biddon? What a unique name.\"** Nagnis said before coming over to the table with the meat, cutting a portion of the meat into small chunks to be put into the pot. \n\nThe smell in the kitchen seemed to get tastier and tastier. Anyone would probably feel like they're starving at this point.\n\n**\"You mentioned you live in a box.\"** Nagnis said, looking up at Biddon. **\"Where abouts is this box situated?\"**\nHe did not want Biddon to be living in a box. But he needed to get some answers first.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Feeling his mouth water a little bit Biddon shuffled his weight slightly in his seat before turning his gaze to Nagnis. \"I did?\" He'd completely forgotten. Pausing for a moment he thought about it before answering his question. \"Well sir, it can be anywhere really. Could be half way across the city, could be here in the alley\" He explained. \"As long as I can find a box I take\" He added."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Nagnis paused a little bit while cutting the meat. He looked at Biddon as he spoke, keeping silent the whole time. In Nagnis' life, he never expected to meet someone who was a lot more disadvantaged than himself or anyone else he had met. Nagnis took the meat chunks and went towards the pot, putting them in along with some fresh vegetables.\n\n**\"You're more than welcome to have a place at my tavern.\"** He said while straightening up. **\"I live here myself. You can stay here at no cost and for however long you want.\"** He turned to Biddon and smiled. **\"Just let me know when you're hungry.\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Oh no no no I couldn't\" He protested, the male had done quite enough for him already. He didn't think it be best to intrude in such a way. Though he was offering and all. Scratching his head Biddon looked off to the side in thought wondering if he should take up such an offer. Of course he'd pull his own weight helping and doing what was needed around the tavern. He'd have to get used to the people first of course."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "***\"I insist, my friend.\"** Nagnis said before turning to face Biddon. **\"I come from a well off background and I dont enjoy having people suffer while I have the ability to live comfortably.\"** \n\nHe made his way over to Biddon. \n**\"You can stay as long as you want at no cost. If you need anything to eat, let me know so I can cook for you. You do not need to do anything in return, but if you would like to offer some help on busy nights, I will take up the offer there.\"** He smiled. **\"What do you say?\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Well I..\" He trailed off before finally making a decision. Nodding his head slowly he smiled feeling quite grateful for Nagnis's offer. Sitting up straight he spoke again. \"Yes please, thank you.\" He said. And he really meant it, in Biddon's mind he'd forever been in his debt."
}
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He smiled cheerfully.\n\n**\"Fantastic! You are welcome to pick any room you think suits you. I'll order or make a little sign post that will hang outside so others are aware of that room being taken.\"** He spoke as he grabbed a spoon and stirred the pot. **\"Following from that, you also have access to my horse, Millie, should you need to travel long distance.\"** He pulled out the spoon and banged it on the edge of the pot before putting it done. He then rushed over to grab a bowl.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Your horse sir?\" He asked in surprise, Biddon knew and seen what a horse was of course. However he hadn't seen one up close. \"Thank you Nagnis\" He'd smile a small goofy grin before turning his gaze to the pot of stew on the stove. It smelled delicious."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He couldnt help but chuckle. He then brought some bread out and cut up a few slices before putting them on a plate. He then takes a ladle and scoops up some of the stew, making sure to get plenty of meat and vegetables. He pours it into a bowl then puts the bowl and plate of bread on the table.\n\n**\"All yours to dive into, my friend!\"** Nagnis smiled.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Thank you\" Biddon chirped. Without a second thought he began eating, quite viciously in a way. However realizing that probably wasnt the best thing to do he slowed his pace averting his gaze in a sheepish manner."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Nagnis just smiled. From there, he decided to do a little bit of cleaning, opening the door to look on outside at his guests. They were still loud and likely to stay there for a few more hours. He slinked back behind the door in the kitchen and continued cleaning up, humming a little bit to himself.\n\n**\"Do you remember where you are from, Biddon?\"** Nagnis asked while turning his gaze to him.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Chewing on a bit of bread he'd been given Biddon thought for a moment about where he was born. It'd been nearly four years now since he'd seen the vast green hills of his home. Frowning for a moment he spoke \"I don't remember quite well. Somewhere in the open steppe I suppose. I do remember vast green hills that could be seen for miles as a time\" He seemed to smile at the memory."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Nagnis seemed to smile with him before finishing up with cleaning the dishes. He then dries his hands on a towel and pulls up a chair to sit nearby Biddon.\n\n**\"That's nice. Did you have any family where you come from?\"** He asked, quite curious to this being and where he came from.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Upon hearing this question Biddon's expression seemed to darken. The smile on his face faltered as he turned his attention down to the floor. \"I'm afraid not sure, my family was killed\" He said in almost a whisper."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He paused and his eyes widened. He did not mean to bring back memories that made one sad. He gently reached out a hand and placed it on his shoulder.\n\n**\"I'm... So sorry, I did not mean to bring sadness upon you.\"** He spoke with a frown upon his face. He clearly seemed distraught to have made him so upset.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Sitting back in his seat Biddon lightly patted the male's hand before speaking. \"No no it's... It's fine\" He paused turning to look at him. \"It's been four years. I'm fine really\" He knew he was lying just a little as he said this but he was trying to look on the brighter side. Changing the subject he spoke \"The food is delicious\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He understood the changing in subject. If any of his family had passed, he would not mourn. Clearly, Biddon had a closer relationship with his family. Instead, he gave a nod and smiled.\n\n**\"Thank you! I had to teach myself the ways of a crockpot and stove.\"** He chuckled faintly. **\"I'll soon learn how to make my own bread, as I haven't quite reached that point yet. I could teach you a thing or two about cooking, should you ever be curious.\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Could I?\" His expression seemed to brighten a little at the offer. Leaning forward Biddon soon finished his meal before speaking again. \"I've always wanted to try and bake. My friend says I burn water\" He seemed to frown but wasn't really bothered by it. \"I think I do alright in the kitchen\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Nagnis gave a faint chuckle.\n\n**\"That's a little mean, haha. Don't worry, you'll learn in no time. Anyone is able to learn!\"** Nagnis gave a smile to his friend. **\"But first, finish your meal, and perhaps I'll show you to the rooms for you to take a break. Rest your feet and maybe rest nicely in a comfy bed. We don't need to learn now.\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Nodding his head Biddon quickly finished his meal and gathered the dishes before standing up and took them over to the sink. \"Its alright I didn't give much thought to it. I'm sure he was just joking anyways\" He chuckled slightly."
}
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{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "Alright, so we'll just assume the inn is open. Yet, that did little to persuade this man from entering. He remained outside of the building for the time being, not feeling prompted to go in for a drink or bed just yet. For now, he clutched a journal nice and tight on his person, flipping through its contents eagerly. Almost as if to reminisce... Paying no mind to the other souls around him, of course."
},
{
"author": "tape_______",
"message": "*Erec tumbled down the set of stairs as he was pushed off by the tavern wenches. He fell in a drunken daze, with a cheeky smile on his face. Above sneered a disgusted maiden watching his flight.*\n\n*The drunken fool laid at the bottom of the stairs with a cheery beat in his heart. Singing tavern songs, completely ignoring his fallen state. He made an attempt to reach for a pint of ale, but was quickly slapped by a passing tavern wench.*\n\n\"Just my plight,\" *Erec mumbled.* \"I have coin, yet service denies me any of its pleasures.\"\n\n*He stammered off singing a whimsical tune in a drunken state.*"
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "Alright, enough lollygagging. Time to get in there! Perhaps see if the innkeeper has any leads on potential targets, maybe a lost party in need of-\n\n*Oh.*\n\nHis eyes immediately landed on the drunkard making a scene, and he couldn't contain a snicker. This man certainly seems like the life of the party... However, the mention of coin tickled his ears. Maybe he might end up in need of assistance, and as a result, he'll reward the male?\n\nIn any case, he stood a safe distance away and watched with an amused grin. Wonder what his next move is?"
},
{
"author": "tape_______",
"message": "*Returning to his senses, Erec slowly retreated to his feet, but in the process was quickly pushed over to a table by an unknowing passerby. In his misfortune, Erec had toppled over the table of a band of town ruffians. The men arose around the poor sought with the expected anger one would receive after ruining a meal.*\n\n\"Ohohoho,\" *Erec in a nervous stammer.* \"Lads, allow me to explain this predicament.\"\n\n\"Your head caved in is enough explanation with what you did,\" *Cried one of the ruffians surrounding Erec.*"
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "Oho, looks like the situation's getting hairy! Time to rush in and be the gallant hero of the tavern. He approached the band of ruffians and placed a hand on one of the men, the one that cried out beforehand.\n\n\"Gentlemen, *Gentlemen*, surely our... Compatriot here meant no harm. Why waste precious time and energy on a petty squabble? Can we not cause a scene in such a lovely locale?\""
},
{
"author": "tape_______",
"message": "*The bald stout one eyes down the intruding person with a brutish expression.*\n\n\"You 'finkin that bloody minge of a buffoon would walk away from this mess, huh?\" *He said angrily.* \"Lads and I paid too much money to waste it on this lot!\"\n\n\"I would argue that I'm a victim of this,\" *Erec spoke out cheekily as he hides behind the stranger.* \"A person pushed me onto your direction.\"\n\n\"It doesn't bloody matter!\" *Cried the other.* \"You still did it, so in return, you deserve a good beating. Innit lads?\""
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "Sigh. He didn't want to waste precious coin saving this man's ass... But he might get a return on his investment if he does. He put his hands in his pockets and cast a glance to the floor.\n\n\"So not even providing some coin of my own to replace your lost sustenance would suffice?\""
},
{
"author": "tape_______",
"message": "\"Abou—\"\n\n*Right before one of the ruffians of could say anything. Erec, out of nowhere, bashes one of them with a glass bottle. Everyone in the tavern bursted at the scene, witnessing before hand a brawl.*\n\n*Erec foolishly turns to his new met compatriot,* \"I wouldn't wanna waste coin on these oafs. It's poor investment in your part.\"\n\n*In a rush, a fist flew Erec's way and knocks him back a fair bit. Leaving the stranger standing alone amidst the ruffians*"
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "*You bloody fool...* Is what he wanted to say, but ultimately, the flying of fists is much more prevalent than his own thoughts at the moment. For now, these assholes.\n\nThe man slid back and scanned the room. Take out the closest threat first. He dashed towards the nearest bandit and tackled him across a table, sending the fiend tumbling to the floor.\n\nHe turned to the oaf trying to fight these guys.\n\n\"Pick your battles, mate! We need to leave lest we get unnecessary attention on us! ...*More* Unnecessary attention, at any rate.\""
},
{
"author": "tape_______",
"message": "\"And what will they do watch and stare?\" *Erec said as he picked up an empty metal mug.* \"Attention comes either way!\"\n\n*He throws the mug at the bald one, watching tumble down over another table. Cheers and Jeers mix in the witness crowd, loudly blending smoothly amongst one another.*\n\n\"I mean this isn't so bad,\" *Erec continued.* \"There's like... Five of them left, how hard can this be?\""
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "\"...All I wanted was an easy payday, and here we are.\"\n\nGrumbling profanities under his breath, the man picked up a stool and charged another of the bandits with it, the wood splintering underneath the ruffian's body. He turned on his heel, and grabbed a broken table leg, to toss to the man being attacked.\n\n\"Heads up, bruv! Knock 'em silly!\""
},
{
"author": "tape_______",
"message": "\"Payday?\" *Erec said after he bashes a chair at one of the bandits.* \"Then you really dodged this one.\"\n\n*In a spurt, he forcefully tackles down another. Having to struggle a firm beating between each other.*"
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "He- he tossed you a perfectly good table leg and you refused to use it. *Wow.*\n\nWith a frustrated huff, the smooth talker rushed towards the man being assailed and threw his head into the counter. How many more do we have?"
},
{
"author": "tape_______",
"message": "*A Skulking midget taps the side of the man. He gives him a mean mugging face with arms ready to fly at his direction. Out of nowhere, Erec kicks the dwarf down, knocking him out completely.*\n\n\"That makes him the last,\" *Erec said cheekily to the stranger.*"
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "About damn time. The man gave a satisfied groan, and put on a forced grin to the stranger. Maybe not completely forced, cuz that was kinda fun... But still. He took in the cheering from the crowd to try and bolster his mood.\n\n\"Nicely done, mate. Now what say we get out of here, yeah?\""
},
{
"author": "tape_______",
"message": "*The Tavern settles down from excitement, immediately proceed on there business,*\n\n\"Not before we get ourselves a drink, eh?\" *Erec replied.* \"We caught ourselves a fight here, and breather is much what we need. Say, while we drink, let's get ourselves acquainted, talk about 'payday' that you want.\"\n\n*Erec makes his away across the tavern and pulls up several chairs and a toppled table, As he sat down, he motioned to one of the tavern girls to get him drinks.*"
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "He growled to himself. Let's weigh the options here... On the one hand, this man got them into a brawl right and is most likely an alcoholic. Not very reliable. But, on the other hand...*Payday.*\n\nThe word rung in his head like a gong, and like that, he made his way to the table this man was setting up with a toothy grin.\n\n\"You have my attention, mister. And just who exactly might I be bartering with?\""
},
{
"author": "tape_______",
"message": "*With an eyebrow raised, Erec assessed the stranger with a playful suspicion. Yellow boots, daggers in his belts, and a bandana wrapped around his head. He eyed him closely.*\n\n\"I'm the same man as you,\" *Replied Erec sarcastically.* \"Well more for the coin, than for the circus... If... That is your profession I presume. Either that or you must be a horrible bounty hunter...\""
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "\"Well, I wasn't exactly expecting a brawl now, was I?\"\n\nPlayful glare. Maybe. The man adjusted the pouch on his side, which rattled ever so slightly.\n\n\"Plus, contracts have slowed down as of late. A man has to earn his keep somehow, wouldn't you agree?\""
},
{
"author": "tape_______",
"message": "\"Ah, so you're a man of the latter!\" *Erec said leaning back.* \"How quaint... How much do you earn off of bounty? 10... No... 20 silver per head?\""
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "\"50 to 100, actually. I'd be happy to demonstrate if you doubt my effectiveness.\"\n\nIs that a thinly veiled threat? Judging from the way his hand drifted to his side, maybe."
},
{
"author": "tape_______",
"message": "\"Yet here we are...\" *Sighed Erec.* \"No matter, my offer to you exceeds your bounties.\"\n\n*Erec slides a crumbled missing poster over to the stranger.*\n\n\"I've talked to this mayor, from a town that's just a league away from here. Says his daughter has been missing for 2 weeks now... It seems he's so desperate for her little lass to come back home that he's willing to pay 2.5 gold pieces for her safe return. I mean sick as it sounds like she's some lost pup, the pay is real.\""
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "2.5 gold pieces? That got him leaning forward a bit. Interesting...\n\n\"Talk about opening the treasury... Is the task open to all or is this a private affair just for us? We need to determine if we're going to have competition, mate.\""
},
{
"author": "tape_______",
"message": "*Erec leans forward with his face grimacing.*\n\n\"No we don't have to worry about that, lad,\" *Erec said quietly this time.* \"I've talked to other so called 'adventurers' and none wouldn't bother with this task.\"\n\n*Erec jumps slightly as two mugs of ale were being placed down at the table. He looks around the tavern with some odd eye around before he leans in.*\n\n\"They say she went missing in a dark forest... The ones rumored of fell things that muck about in there.\""
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "Well, that certainly makes things that much more dangerous. But... The coin. He swallowed a lump in his throat and shook off the dread he felt from the mere mention of the creatures.\n\n\"Well... That explains the lack of competition. So then, what makes you think we stand any chance against them, bruv?\"\n\n\"...So you're saying that we go and take on a mission that has other adventurers turning their heads and running, all because of a hunch and the promise of gold?\""
},
{
"author": "tape_______",
"message": "\"Basically...\" *Erec spoke softly as he sipped from his mug.* \"Though I doubt the rumors to be true. It's all wives tales and fairy tales to me. Things just to scare children from trouble.\""
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "\"You should know that with the world we live in, nothing is as simple as fairy tales.\"\n\nA sip of ale to ease his rushing mind.\n\n\"...How would we go about splitting the profits if we take on this task?\""
},
{
"author": "tape_______",
"message": "\"Obviously fifty-fifty...\" *Erec said a little offended.* \"There's only the two of us.\""
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "\"Unless we managed to tack on another unfortunate soul to our ragtag party here. You wouldn't happen to have any ideas there, would you?\""
},
{
"author": "tape_______",
"message": "\"You'd expect some poor sod, possibly wanking in the woods, join us?\""
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "\"Not saying it's impossible, just want to account for every possibility before I agree to helpin' ya, mate.\""
},
{
"author": "tape_______",
"message": "\"I see your thinking,\" *Erec replied cynically.* \"But I doubt the possibility.\"\n\n*He reaches hand out to the stranger.*\n\n\"Erec, Erec of the River Crossing at your service.\""
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "He shook the stranger's- now known as Erec- hand, short and sweet.\n\n\"Milo, of... Well, everywhere. Call me a drifter. Charmed.\""
},
{
"author": "tape_______",
"message": "\"Now that we got acquainted here, might as well just get a move on.\""
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "He follows behind; somewhat unnerved with the whole premise of this quest."
}
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{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Throughout Salvania, and even with Ie, there were many nice and respectable taverns and inns that followed along the common roads. This... Was not one of them. It was a bit of a dive, what with its run down walls and creaky floorboards, but any port in a storm, especially for those seemingly followed by storm clouds. Leopold tied his horses and cart up outside, making sure the knots were fast as he looked around. It was the kind of place people were robbed at, but instead where robbers were likely to hang out. Heading inside, Leopold saw all types in the setting light from the windows and the twinkling of candles. Macen, mostly, but a good number of Silnari and even a Mogash. The kind of diversity you could expect in Salvania. Leopold moved across the bar to the Lora bartender, ready to order a drink. He took a last look around, from the card game to the dart board to the couple whispering in the corner. He wondered who else found themselves there this evening.*\n\"I'll take whatever ale the last guy ordered.\""
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "Erina Kasaviri sighed softly, as she stepped inside. She didn't trust this place, but she needed atleast a small drink, and maybe a bite to eat while she had a chance. She's been rather busy lately, given she recently sold a large quantities of her writings. She reached for her coinpurse, deciding to have a grip on it, inside this suspicious building. She slowly made her way to the bartender to make her order, taking in a deep breath."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The Lora perked his head up as he cleaned a mug with a rug in his hand. The front door floorboard was squeaking again, so he knew a newcomer is here. He turned toward Leopold,*\"Welcome! Have a good day here.\"\n\n*The bartender would be right in front of Leopold when he made an order,*\"How can I help you? Oh.\" *The Lora glanced over at the man sitting next to Leopold. A long haired, pointy eared, light-skinned elf that looked rather strong. Then he glanced at the mug in front of him, with a orange liquid.*\n\n\"Last guy ordered orange juice.\" \n\n*Then the Lora turned toward the woman walking in,*\"Welcome! How may I help you? You look a little bit shy lady.\""
},
{
"author": "waveralpha",
"message": "*The door opened a second time and a bandaged figure hiding under black robes and a cloak entered, keeping their head down and just huddling in a corner seat, keeping quiet and trying to not call attention while fiddling with a large bronze coin*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold laughed slightly at the idea of someone stopping here for orange juice, but maybe they just stopped in for the stables, like he did.* \"I'll take a mug, then, and a meat pie, if you have one.\" *Leopold turned around at the mention of the woman, thinking it might've been Chloe coming to collect her half. Not so. He moved to the side a bit to make room for Erina, but didn't say or do anything beyond that. He saw the next figure come in, quickly moving to the shadowy corners. Leopold closed his eyes to pray and ask where his lord would guide him now.*\n\"Oh, it'll be 30 copper altogether,\" *The bartender said. Leopold opened his eyes, realizing his still needed to pay.*"
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "Erina waited, smiling softly. \"Just... A long few days.\" She said, waiting patiently as she debated what she'd order. \"Hm... What kind of juices are available here? And... If you have any apples, I'll take two.\" She said, looking about the tavern, thinking if she might beable to write about tonight in one of her next books. |Decisions, decisions.| She thought, tapping her chin."
},
{
"author": "waveralpha",
"message": "*The hooded figure simply sat back in a rather relaxed position, fiddling the coin on the fingers of his right hand while staring at the ceiling, flicking it into the air and catching it over and over*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*The bartender nodded at Erina as he took Leopold's silver.* \"Orange juice, apple juice, grape juice... And I think that's it. I can go see if I've got some apples in the back. Just a second.\" *Leopold took a drink from his orange juice and made a face. There was no pulp. He placed the mug down and pushed it over to Erina.* \"You can have mine. Not exactly what I wanted anyway. Just do me a favor and yell when he brings out a meat pie.\" *Leopold if his lord, the Warmth of Shadows, wanted him anywhere, it was in the shadows. He stood and began walking over to the bandaged figure in the corner.*"
},
{
"author": "waveralpha",
"message": "*The figure looked back at him with a single ruby colored eye since the other was hidden behind the bandages, he sat upright and intertwined his fingers, holding the coin between his thumbs*"
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "Erina glanced back. \"Um... Okay...?\" She said, shifting to get her coinpurse ready to pay when the bartender returned, taking a drink from her drink, shrugging faintly, as she relaxed, and waited."
}
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{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*The bartender came back round holding two apples, putting them down on the counter in front of Erina.* \"Just a silver for the pair.\" *He eyed the drink left behind and looked out into the bar.* \"Now where'd he go..?\"\n\n*Leopold leaned forward a bit, giving a slight wave of the hand.* \"Now, I've gotta ask. This bar is out of the way by itself. Why hole up in the darkest corner without a drink?\" *Leopold stood next to chair opposite of the hooded figure. The way he spoke made it clear his life was not one blessed with higher education or nobility.* \"Now that I have anything against an attraction to the shadows, but...\" *The Steppe Elf gestured to the whole bar.* \"Nobody is important here, you know?\""
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*Sirdan, the elf that was sitting next to Leopold, finally stopped staring off into the ceiling as if deep in thought about something. His hand immediately resumed movement, grabbing the mug of orange juice in front of him and sipping. He turned toward where Leopold was, and then Erina,*\"Lots of interesting people round here today.\" \n\n*The bartender turn out to have asked **Erina** For **Two copper instead**. Apple were expensive, but not that expensive,*\"Any kind of juice you want?\" *The bartender asked."
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "Erina shrugged. \"I'll take Grape Juice.\" She said, taking out a silver coin from her coinpurse, setting it down. \"Here you go.\" She looked about, stretching faintly as she picked up her apples carefully."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"That'll be two copper. Fresh grape juice's more expensive than wine this season.\" *The Lora took the silver coin, and then changed it for six copper, which he placed back on the table. He went back to the kitchen and then came back out with the grape juice,*\"Where'd the hairless elf go? He asked for a pie - my son's making one, should be ready in a bit.\""
},
{
"author": "waveralpha",
"message": "Alkai: it's cozy in here, being a traveling healer doesn't pay bills, anyhow, name's Alkai of Silnara... Or I guess formerly of Silnara... \n*He extended his hand for a handshake, his hand was covered in old, bloody bandages that seemed to be months old*\nAlkai: what about you? Got a name?"
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "Erina nodded. \"I think he went to talk to someone over there?\" She said, glancing back to point towards the area she'd seen him head over. \"And thank you.\"She said, sliding the change back into her coinpurse, going to find herself somewhere to sit at, and enjoy her meal."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold returned the handshake, uncaring of the bandages on Alkai. In fact, Leopold likely had dried blood on his armor from earlier that day.* \"I'm Leopold,\" *The Steppe Elf said with a firm handshake.* \"Formerly of Silnaria as well. Say, I have a meat pie coming up. Why don't you join me up front and have some?\" *Leopold believed this to be the will of his Lord, to be compassionate to those in shadows.* \"I met a guy today who could've used your talents.\""
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The bartender nodded, and retreated inside the kitchen where the oven is located,*\"Holler at me if you need a drink.\" \n\n*The steppe elf turned toward Erina, eyeing her equipment up and down,*\"Are you an adventurer of some sort?\" *He asked, eager to start a conversation.*\n\n*The fragrant smell of pastries and roast meat reached the patrons in the bar from the kitchen.*"
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "Erina paused, glancing at the Steppe Elf. \"Erina, Erina Kasaviri.\" She said, offering her hand politely. \"And I'm... More of a scholar actually. Although I have gone on an adventure *Once*.\" She added, remembering her first real bit of travelling. \"And you are?\" She asked, looking over the Steppe Elf."
},
{
"author": "waveralpha",
"message": "Alkai: ah, much alike are we? Perhaps I could join you for a while, I'm a bit sick of bread and potatoes being my meal for the past few years, as for your friend what would this fellow need? Perhaps they're injured or sick?\n*He tilted his head and fiddled with the coin a bit more*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"Sirdan, no last name. Just Sirdan. Haven't earned mine yet.\" He looked down at her hand, and then extended his right. His hands were smooth and flawless, like most elven hand were,\"A scholar... I see. What do you study? I'm an adventurer - A prominent... Cattle rustler back in my homeland, when I rustled the wrong person's cattle, and too many of them. Ended up selling my skills with my bow and horse here.\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Oh,\" *Leopold said, as he gestured to the front of the bar,* \"As of right now he's very dead. But he was stabbed through the arm and in the side. Pretty gruesome.\" *Leopold seemed unfazed by what he was saying, smiling with the metal band in his scalp laying over a large, gruesome scar.* \"Tourniquets and bandages didn't quite do the trick, but I've never been a healer myself.\""
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "Erina would smile, and shook his hand. \"A pleasure Sirdan. I study a little of everything, but I focus on the histories of cities, villages and towns.\" She said. \"Cattle rustling? You... Stole cattle?\" She asked, a little confused and unsure how safe she felt with her coin suddenly. She took a bite from one of her apples, relaxing slowly."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "He shook her hand back firmly,\"Yes. It is the custom of our people. We group up and steal the other tribes' cattle, and shoot arrows to warn eachother. It is a pasttime of some sort, but it never goes very violent, only a few wounded here and there. Well, until it turned out I was too good of a rustler anyway.\" He smiled, sniffing deliberately as the smell of meat pie reached his nose,\"The meat pie smells good...\""
},
{
"author": "waveralpha",
"message": "Alkai: oh... I see... My condolences... Anyhow... What do you seek with me? I don't have much of value to offer\n*He kept the coin on his pouch and leaned over the table, resting on his elbows*"
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "Erina looked up from her apple, finishing her bite, and glanced towards the scent of meat pie. \"It does...\" She agreed, turning her head. \"And that is an... Interesting custom.\" She said, bowing her head. \"What brings you to this tavern tonight?\""
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"A... Break from a mission. I was commissioned by my guild, New Sunlight. To investigate an alleged werewolf incident in a nearby forest. Unfortunately we didn't get any clue for quite a while, so I decided to rest and recuperate in a nearby town. Perhaps find another work before coming back to it again. I heard the pie here is good. And I am hungry.\" *He explained.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold waved his hand dismissively.* \"I wouldn't worry about it. He was a kidnapper. And I didn't have much to offer myself when my Lord chose me. Life's funny like that.\" *Leopold paused, but snapped out of it almost immediately.* \"Anyway. No, I just figured you might be in need of some kindness, and in happy to provide it. And to be honest, the other two people I saw were drinking juice, so they might not be my crowd.\" *Leopold turned to the front as he said this, and heard the other Steppe Elf day something about New Sunlight. This reminded him of his debt to Chloe.* \"Hey, Alkai, what say we go up and get a drink while we wait? This dark and dank corner is a bit too dank.\""
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "Erina nodded, smiling faintly. \"A more fair reason I have never heard of.\" She said, taking another bite of her apple, and adding a sip of her juice. \"I hope your mission ends up being fruitful, Sirdan.\" She said, with a light giggle."
},
{
"author": "waveralpha",
"message": "Alkai: are you just randomly inviting some shady rando with bloody bandages on his hands dressed up as a wraith to share drinks?\n*He sounded confused at the idea, tilting back his head in a slightly concerned position*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold turned to Alkai with a smile, knocking on the metal band on his head. It hurt immensely, and he immediately forgot what he had for breakfast yesterday.* \"When you've had your skull cracked, been chosen by a god, and look like a zombie, you learn to just live a little.\" *Leopold pointed a little finger gun at Alkai.* \"Besides, I'm buying.\" *Leopold was clearly a bit unstable. Not dangerous, just obviously lacking good judgement.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The bartender took a coin from Ralki, who is in the same bar. After a minute in the kitchen, he shouted,*\"Pie is done!\" *In a jubilant, semi high pitched voice. He came out with a pounder pie for Leopold, complete with a set of spoon and fork plus an extra plate. \n\nThe pie had a crunchy, savoury exterior made with baked pastry. Its interior were a mixture of minced chicken and pork meat, especially fattier pork. It was spiced with a small amount of black pepper, salt, onion and other herb. It was quite flavourful and delicious. This pie, the pounder, was bigger than the other, with a relatively smaller crust. The taste of meat was slightly heavier in this one*\n\n*He hollered at Leopold,*\"Your pie's done! Nine copper please!\" \n\n\n\n\"I too, hope for that. If I succeed in the mission, I'd get a promotion. And probably get rid of a dangerous threat.\" *He sighed,*\"But a little skirmish has taught me that my abilities are indeed... Quite limited.\""
},
{
"author": "waveralpha",
"message": "*He raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms*\nAlkai: I think your pie is ready, but sure, I suppose I could use a glass of water... I'm not big on alcohol.."
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "She tilted her head. \"How so?\" She asked, relaxing more as she took a final bite on her first apple. She shifted, and crossed her legs as she glanced back at the counter. \"He sure is loud isn't he?\" She asked."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "Sirdan let out a sigh, explaining how he almost failed the quest and got killed,\"Well. You see. I walked into the forest, and then some girl pointed a bow at me, telling me to get out of their camp. And then I charged her, because she was boutta shoot me. Then her friend came over, cast fireball. Her friend friend came over, charged me with a sword. At that point I started talking... Turn out it was all a horrible misunderstanding.\" \n\n\"Almost died, and I wished I learned how to armour myself up.\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold spoke under his breath while he walked to the front.* \"Only bar I've ever been in where no one drinks ale.\" *Leopold went up front and put a piece of silver down, not having any copper.* \"Two mugs of ale and one with water on top of that, please.\" *The Steppe Elf looked back to Alkai, wondering if he'd come up front as well.*"
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "Erina nodded slowly. \"Well... That is an interesting story.\" She admitted, and sat back. \"I can't say I'd be so brave as to stay in the area. I know my limits with my spear and sword.\""
},
{
"author": "waveralpha",
"message": "*He followed him with concern on his eye when he heard the two mugs of ale, though keeping his head low*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"Coming right up.\" The dwarf took the silver and then left for the back again, coming back with two big mug of ale held in one, big firm hand, and a mug of clean water, purified with the purify water spell. He set the three mugs down in front of Leopold,\"Your ale and water.\"\n\nThe water was pure, as if someone's ran it through a filter. A bit cool and refreshing. The ale's taste was quite mild, though it carried a hint of sweetness.\n\n\n \n\"I wasn't too brave either. They told me to stay there for a while with them. Ever skeptical... Well, I did, but I left afterward when nothing happened. I am too paranoid to stay overnight with a bunch of strange armed men.\" The steppe elf chuckled."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold waved to Alkai, taking a seat next to Erina. He moved the water and extra plate to another empty seat for Alkai, slicing off a little less than half of his meat pie for his plate.* \"Don't worry, both mugs are for me. I drink like a fish.\" *The pie smelled delicious to Leopold upon being cut, and he practically shoved the first forkful into his mouth.* \"So why do you look so spooky, anyway?\" *Leopold was talking while chewing, but mercifully raising hand to cover his mouth.*"
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "She giggled, and rolled her eyes. \"I can't say I blame you.\" She said, shifting in her seat taking another sip of her juice. She'd lean back sighing softly. \"I wish I could say I had an such interesting adventure. My one *Real* Trip involved scaring off a bandit, and taking his shield for my own when he fled.\""
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"Considered joining a guild? You could train up your courage and your abilities to fight. Meet new people and chronicle their history too.\" If she was a historian to be, an adventuring life would provide plenty of opportunities to go around,\"And if you've scared off a bandit, you're half way there to becoming a good adventurer.\""
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "She thought about it, as she bit into her second apple. \"Joining a guild... Hm, that's... An idea.\" She said, thinking, as she tapped her chin. \"Never put much thought it before.\" She admitted."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"I know a good guild - New Sunlight, it's just a few miles south, on the outskirts of New Salvainia. A guild of... Bounty hunter and adventurers. The pay when you begin isn't that good, compared to the notice board tasks you see in town. But the job supply is steady, you get a whole guild to support you, and the reward just get better as you move up the rank. I aspire to be a Squire.\""
},
{
"author": "waveralpha",
"message": "*He took a seat next to him rather shyly and moved aside some bandages covering his mouth, his lips were marred and his teeth looked almost dry*\nAlkai: trust me, it's better than what is beneath... \n*He gracefully picked up the mug and took a quiet sip, his gray skin looking like it had recovered from severe burns*"
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "She thought it over. \"A few miles south... Hm, I can do that.\" She said, finishing her juice, and almost finishing her apple. \"I might need some help getting there, I can be rather... Distracted easily.\" She said, looking about, as she took note of the building, reaching into her bag to get an inkwell out and some parchment."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold tapped the band on his head again. He couldn't recall his mother's face anymore.* \"Got to take off the bandages one day, but take your time.\" *Leopold took a swig of ale before speaking again.* \"But, uh, if you're supposed to be a healer, why do you look like you've been through a meat grinder or two?\" *Leopold's questions were insensitive, but the look in his eyes, even as he crammed another piece of meat pie into his mouth, seemed genuine.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "He pulled back his lips, sinking into thought a bit,\"I could offer to bring you along on my horse - though that'd stress out Alice a bit, I could just heal him on the way there.\" Right, stressing out your horse with excessive weight and then healing it. Always a humane way to treat your animal.\n\nHe'll reward him with some extra food. The bad part about animal speech is that your animal start whining to you on a regular basis."
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "Erina thought about it, nodding slowly. \"I would be appreciative.\" She said, smiling. \"Although... Wouldn't it be better to avoid stressing the horse out?\" She asked, still thinking it over."
},
{
"author": "waveralpha",
"message": "Alkai: the type of magic I use isn't really friendly with skin as a long term tool... It got me banished from Silnaria for a reason... I can heal you, but I can't fix the scarring it will leave... \n*He cut a small piece of pie and ate it with patience, enjoying every moment of it since he hasn't tasted meat for a while, he closed his eyes and let the pie melt in his mouth*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"Mmm... Yes, poor Alice isn't designed for carrying two person after all. She is no armoured centaur.\" He thought to himself,\"I could go along with you on foot. I know a caravan's moving that way later today, so we could tag along for safety.\""
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "She thought it over. \"That could work.\" She said, nodding. \"Caravan might even have some goods we could buy on the way.\" She added, liking the idea. |And should be safer, yeah.| She thought."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"Mhm. I've heard it's transporting goods from the Phoenix Ridge down south. Probably iron and finished things of that sort.\" *Perhaps he could find a good deal for a weapon or five..*,\"I take it you don't have any armour with you lady?\""
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "She'd shake her head. \"I just have my robes, for the most part.\" She said, \"Some good leather wouldn't be so bad though.\" She said, finishing her apple. |Do I have some somewhere?| She thought, uncertainly."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"Leather... Good for a cut, not good for much else. Buy a breastplate like I did, it'll save your life.\" He suggested,\"The caravan probably have some on the cheap. If not, some of the smithy in the capital is bound to have em.\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold nodded, eating another bite.* \"How long ago were you banished?\" *Another swig.* \"Shame you were, too. I'm actually headed up to the border for some business. Would've been good to bring you along.\" *Leopold was having a nice time, then suddenly remember about the New Sunlight guild. He glanced over to the Steppe Elf again.*"
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "She thought slowly. \"I'll have to think about it.\" She said, nodding slowly. \"I've never worn more than leather in my time.\" She admitted. She yawned softly, slowly getting up. \"Must be getting late...\" She said, glancing about in hopes of seeing a window to be sure."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"Indeed. I'll probably tag along with the caravan and go back to the capital. What about you?\""
},
{
"author": "waveralpha",
"message": "Alkai: long enough where I've seen kids grow into adulthood... But it's really complicated... I won't bore you with my whole life's story \n*He took a second bite out of the pie, taking his time, enjoying the meal*"
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "Erina thought. \"Well maybe I'll join the guild, or perhaps, I'll go to the capital with you.\" She thought."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"Or both.\" *He chuckled, before finding a... Familiar looking figure in the bar,*\"Perhaps you could wait here for a bit? I think I see someone familiar here.\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold nodded a bit more solemnly this time, taking a minute to eat more of his meal. Part of him wanted to say something, but didn't know what. Didn't seem like a good time to bring up his lord. However, at Erina speaking, he turned.* \"Excuse me,\" *He said, tapping Erina's shoulder.* \"If either of you are going to the New Sunlight guild, could you drop off 60 silver there for me? It's for a member named Chloe.\""
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "She nodded. \"I can wait.\" She said, nodding, leaning back in her seat, and glanced at Leopold. \"Huh? Oh well... I can do that, yeah.\" She said, smiling. \"I'm Erina, Erina Kasaviri by the way.\" She said."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Thanks, Leopold.\" *Leopold put some silver down to pay for two rooms, happily doing Alkai the courtesy. He didn't know who'd be calling it for a day, but he'd be staying to drink and eat a little more.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"Hmm... I must've been having bad eyes. Nevermind.\" *For some reason, Sirdan just didn't see the green lizard girl he thought he was seeing,*\"I'll be off to the caravan, we can meet up there and travel to Salvainia together.\""
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "Erina nodded. \"Alright. See you later.\" She said, stretching faintly as she debated whether to take a quick nap or get ready to head for the caravan."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*Sirdan waved good bye to Erina, and then walked out of the tavern, possibly attracting the attention of the green lizard girl who has met him before.*"
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "Erina watched him go, stretching faintly as she thought quietly. \"What to do...\" She said, quietly."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*With Alkai presumably going to bed, Leopold would straighten in his seat, finish his pie, then look to Erina.* \"How's your juice?\""
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "She smiled. \"Quite delicious.\" She said, looking at him, \"How was your pie?\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold smiled fondly, looking towards the back of the bar.* \"Good. I'd live here and sweep the floors every night just to have that pie every day, if I could.\" *Leopold took another swig of his ale, finally moving to his second mug.* \"Who was the other Steppe Elf? The first juice drinker.\""
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "She'd stretch, relaxing where she was. \"Sirdan.\" She said. \"Seems like a nice guy, I have to admit.\" She said, glancing back at her table, and beginning to write a note about today, incase she decided to write about it in one of her books."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"So this Dan's a knight? Don't see many out here?\" *Leopold scratched the side of his head, near where the metal band stretched over the large scar on his cranium.* \"And with the New Sunlight people?\""
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "She shrugged faintly. \"I'm... Not sure if he's a knight, but I do know New Sunlight is a guild of Adventurers. So, I'd imagine him to be a good sort, and he seemed so while we talked.\" She said, thinking."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Well, that's good.\" *Leopold finished off his second drink, putting it down with a thud. He looked around for a bit, then focused on her note.* \"What's, uh, what's that you're writing there? Are you some kind of a...\" *He trailed off, doing a gesture that looked somewhat like holding a pencil.*"
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "She'd glance back at him, nodding faintly. \"I'm a travelling scholar, I do a lot of writing in my free-time.\" She said, nodding with a smile, \"I hope to record the histories of as many villages, towns, and cities as possible.\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold closed his eyes and nodded faintly before putting a hand on Erina's shoulder.* \"Erina Catscary, I was sent to this tavern to meet you.\" *He opened his eyes and pulled his hand away, looking at her now.* \"What would I have to pay you to write a religious text?\""
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "She looked at him confusedly for a moment, before she shook her head. \"Well, it'll depend on the length, so long as I make profit on the ink and paper I am happy.\" She admitted. \"Since you seem okay, I can go at-cost.\" She offered kindly."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Alright,\" *Leopold said, leaning forward and lowering to a loud whisper,* \"His name is the Warmth of Shadows!\" *He waited for a look of fascination on Erina face, which probably wouldn't be there, so he'd continue.* \"He came to me one day as I worked in a lumber yard. I fell one of the biggest trees of my life, and one of its branches fell me.\" *Leopold knocked on the band on his head, the one over the scar. He winced, and suddenly couldn't remember the name of his first horse.* \"He saved me and sent me on his holy mission upon my recovery.\""
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "She'd nod slowly, and started writing. \"That's... Interesting.\" She didn't really want to call him crazy, or ask if he'd visited a healer after the branch hit him, because she's too nice a soul. \"An interesting name too.\" She admitted."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"It's, uh...\" *Leopold made a face.* \"It's kind of my name for it. Just felt right. And he really speaks to me through feelings, you know? I think words would be weird for a god.\" *Leopold looked to Erina again.* \"Truthfully, I don't know too much, but once I collect the instruments and build his altar, I'll know more.\""
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "She'd nod slowly. \"I... See.\" She said, continuing to write. |Speaks through feelings, altar must still be built.| She thought as she write."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold nodded to himself, then looked out the window, into the night.* \"When the altar is constructed, I'll come find you, and give you the gold you need. We have a deal? You don't have to write anything before then.\" *Leopold was clearly drunk and tired, standing up shakily.*"
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "She'd nod, getting up. \"You okay?\" She asked, rolling up the paper. She would be concerned for him, more incase he hurt himself than anything."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold nodded sloppily.* \"Yeah, I'll...\" *He took a deep breath.* \"Okay, I'm good. See you tomorrow, Irene. Maybe, idonrrllno.\" *With that, Leopold stumbled off to his room to dream of his lord.*"
},
{
"author": "cidrod",
"message": "She'd nod slowly. \"Sleep well.\" She said, confused for a moment before she understood. \"Sleep can't hurt.\" She said, nodding slowly, as she went and paid for a room for the night."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold would be out the door of the tavern early in the morning, with a mug of coffee in had and a toasted piece of bread in his mouth. He'd be driving his cart out south... The wrong direction. He'll probably back at the tavern the same afternoon, once he returns from"
}
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{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Only a half hour walk from the gates of the New Sunlight Guild, or a much shorter ride, a tavern by the name of Sawmill Inn rested by the main road. It looked like it was a fine establishment, except for the smashed front window and the chair that looked like it must've just been thrown through. Voices could be heard inside, though one drunken one rang out the loudest.* \"I said I want silver this time, Bulby, or I'm gonna start breaking stuff you can't replace!\" *Presumably, Separus would be inside.*"
},
{
"author": "cadderlyadderly",
"message": "Korin rubbed his temple for a moment and sighed as he walked in. \"Excuse me sir. Could you explain what's happening?\" He said calmly but loud enough for Separus to hear him."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Korin would walk into a scene of petty destruction, with a crowd of people on one side and the bar at the other. The bartender held, or more accurately, cowered behind a small wooden club as a much larger man stood on the other side of the counter. The aggressor stood about 6'6, with a keg in one arm and a chair leg in the other. He looked to be in his early thirties and extremely physically capable, which was made easy to see thanks to his lack of a shirt. The man, likely Separus, turned towards Korin, wiping froth from ale off of his mustached upper lip.* \"Well, boy, I'm a knight of New Sunlight, and I reside here and offer my protection of the tavern. However, this slab of prok here won't give me my due, which is now 20 silver!\""
},
{
"author": "cadderlyadderly",
"message": "\"Well about that, based on the info I have recieved you are a former member.\" He said smiling, \"Now, if you'll come with me peacefully I'll turn you in to the guild to serve your time and we can all have a good day. Otherwise, I'd like if we could take this outside.\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Separus sniffed, looking around before he shook his head.* \"No, no, I think I'm staying right here. You can come get me if you think I'm coming with you.\" *The man continued holding the chair leg and keg, taking a poor excuse for a defensive stance.*"
},
{
"author": "cadderlyadderly",
"message": "\"That's what I was hoping you wouldn't say.\" He said looking for a moment. He grabbed an empty mug that had been left on a table and would throw it, attempting to hit him with it in the chin."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Separus squinted, confused.* \"Wait, wh—\" *He was cut off by the mug striking his face, breaking as it felt to the ground. Separus didn't move, barely flinching at the impact.* \"Hey! That hurt!\" *The man dropped the keg, letting it fall to the floor. The wooden lining cracked, spilling ale all about. Separus started marching forward, holding the wooden chair leg over his head.*"
},
{
"author": "cadderlyadderly",
"message": "Korin took a deep breath, as the man charged, guess he'd have to get creative. \"Alright big guy. Let's dance.\" He said backing up slightly as he fell into a sort of evasive stance. Positioning himself in front of the door."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*The man wasn't running, just walking quickly and leaning forward. Not the most stable stance. Once he got in arm's reach of Korin, he swung his makeshift weapon down hard, trying to crack Korin over the head.* \"Huergh!\""
}
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{
"author": "cadderlyadderly",
"message": "As the man swung Korin would duck the swing and would attempt to hit him in the back with his air blast. He planned to get him outside the bar, where Korin excelled."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Separus would miss the swing, looking towards Korin as he duck behind him.* \"Where didya— AHH!\" *The drunkard stumbled forward a few feet, dropping to his hands and knees.* \"Not very fair,\" *He said as he tried to climb back onto his feet.*"
},
{
"author": "cadderlyadderly",
"message": "Korin smiled, \"Sorry, but fights aren't won by being fair.\" He said as he would swing and attempt to hit him in the jaw, aiming for a particular nerve that if it was hit would more than likely knock him out."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Korin's punch would connect, but this is nowhere near the first time Separus has been punched in the face. The calluses and musculature on his face would not allow such an easy knockout. However, punching while they tried to stand up was still an effective strategy. Separus fell to the side with a groan, climbing to his knees to stand up, now facing Korin.* \"Alright, you wanna go, let's go.\""
},
{
"author": "cadderlyadderly",
"message": "\"I was hoping this would be easy, guess not.\" He muttered as Separus stood. Korin would back a couple feet and ran forward dropping low and attempting to slide in between the man's legs."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*This would give Separus time to steady himself and, as Korin approached, would go low to grapple him. Separus' stance was not quite wide enough to allow someone to slip under, especially someone over 6ft tall. The drunkard would land on top of Korin, leaving Separus slightly dazed.*"
},
{
"author": "cadderlyadderly",
"message": "Korin would grunt as he was landed on top of, \"Damn that hurt.\" He groaned as he would attempt to find a pressure point. If he found one he would fire another air blast at it."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Separus was a large, heavy man, so any evident pressure points and nerve clusters would have either muscle or fat over them. The air blast would act as a heavy punch though, but wouldn't provide enough force to lift Separus up.* \"Enough with the magic!\" *Separus tried to steady himself with one arm to punch Korin with the other hand.*"
},
{
"author": "cadderlyadderly",
"message": "The punch would connect and stun him for a minute. Korin would attempt to squirm his way out from under him."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Separus would let Korin move, standing up himself. He wiped dirt off of his hands and chest, rolling his shoulders as he did.* \"Now where did I leave that keg..?\" *Separus would start to walk back into the tavern now.*"
},
{
"author": "cadderlyadderly",
"message": "Korin would go over to his bow and arrows he'd left outside the bar. Grabbing the bow he knocked a single arrow enchanting it with snare, he would pull back and quickly fire the arrow at Separus' Achilles tendon."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Whether Korin was a talented brawler could be left to debate. His archery skills, however, were clearly honed. The arrow slipped cleanly through Separus' leg, pinning his foot to the wooden floor of the tavern's porch.* \"Son of a —\" *Separus fell to the floor, his leg bent awkwardly when he hit the ground. Target disabled. Well, his right foot was.*"
},
{
"author": "cadderlyadderly",
"message": "As he fell 4 vines would sprout from the arrow and would attempt to wrap around the mans legs. As this happened, he yelled into the bar. \"Anyone got any rope I could use?\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"AAAAHHH!\" *The man was now roaring, punching the vines, not having any sharp instrument to cut them. From inside, the bartender came out with a chain.* \"No rope, but I keep the doors locked with this at night.\" *The bartender held the length of chain out to Korin, making sure to avoid Separus' reach.*"
},
{
"author": "cadderlyadderly",
"message": "Korin smiled and took the chain, \"Thank my kind sir. This will do greatly.\" He said as he would attempt to grab the mains hands and tie them behind his back."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Separus could only struggle so much, what with his leg and foot being pinned to the wooden floor. Once his hands were chained, Separus looked up to Korin and sneered.* LIf you think I'm walking on this mangled leg, you're dead wrong.\""
},
{
"author": "cadderlyadderly",
"message": "\"Oh don't worry. You're not walking, I'm gonna drag you to a wagon and hire them to give us a ride.\" He said grabbing the chain and beginning to attempt to drag him to the nearest stable."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Korin's strength would make dragging Separus possible, but it'd be tiring, miserable work. The brawler would be fighting, complaining, and yelling the whole time. Even so, Korin would easily find a trip back to with a wagon, free of charge for making the tavern a peaceful place again.*\n**QUEST COMPLETE**"
}
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{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*It had been a long journey from the beastkin tribes, but Nira had finally made it back to her home town of New Salvainia... Sadly she had an empty stomach so she dipped into a tavern to grab a meal and some drink. Now it should be noted that though she is a naga, Nira had transformed into her human form before entering the town... It was easier to do business when Macens weren't gawking at her lower snake-like half after all. All-in-all, Nira sat at the bar with a small platter of food before her and a mug of ale to her left, but there was just one more thing about her, she had a swallow perched on her shoulder just grumpily looking around. No one around her seemed to care though, so there were no worries.*"
},
{
"author": "the_guy6956",
"message": "*As Nira sat down at the bar, she would see a hooded figure sitting down nearby. The figure was super suspicious, and was probably looking over at her.*\n\n*Oh, and they had fluffy orange ears sticking out of their hood.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Nira couldn't help but get the feeling that someone was watching her, though she couldn't really tell from where... Well, until she actually looked around and laid her good eye upon a hooded figure sitting not too far away from her. Now a hooded figure was pretty suspicious in and of itself, but the fact that this one had cat-like ears only made Nira a tad bit more apprehensive of this stranger, weren't shift people supposed to try and keep their identity completely secret after all? Well, Nira paid little mind to it, she had no reason to worry about such things, so she just continued to eat her meal*"
},
{
"author": "the_guy6956",
"message": "*The figure would then get up from their seat and put their gloved hands in their pocket. They would then casually walk over to Nira, acting all casual and cool and not suspicious at all. The figure would then reach for whatever pocket Nira had and tried to pickpocket them! Will Nira stop them?*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Now Nira may not have felt or noticed that the person was trying to pick pocket her, but that was no cause for worry because the sparrow that had been resting upon the transformed naga's shoulder had seen such thing and began to chirp wildly... Well chirping is what this hooded figure could hear, but all Nira could here was this little bird suddenly calling this person a \"Bitch ass hoe\" And a \"Filthy mud diving bitch\". Now, this sudden uproar of noise in her right ear spooked Nira and caused her to start to fall backwards off of her barstool right towards Ëna. Sure the thief may have been able to grasp a few lead balls that were in the pocket, but was she going to be able to dodge the falling girl quick enough?*"
},
{
"author": "the_guy6956",
"message": "*Ëna was very spooked by the sudden chirping of the bird, and quickly took the lead balls, thinking they would be valuable. She then quickly backed away from Nira when she fell, and began to book it for the door.*\n\"Haha! Success!\"\n*Could be heard as they ran to the door.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Ow!..\" \n*Nira didn't even try to go after the person, she didn't even realize that a few of her sling's ammo was missing so why would she chase em? Besides, she had better things to worry about, the biggest concern being on if she was okay. Thankfully, after a few choice words, Nira had gotten right back up and even propped her stool back up, still unaware of what the person had stolen... Not like a few lead balls mattered anyways.*"
},
{
"author": "the_guy6956",
"message": "*Ëna skiddadles out of that joint, looking at the WORTHLESS lead balls she stole. She pouts, and tosses the lead balls aside.*\n\"Damn it! I thought I actually had something good...\"\n*She sighs.*\n\n***I guess this is the end then?***"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Well soon enough Nira had finished up her business within the tavern and she made her way outside, this time a bit more vigilant for things that would set off her bird. She was still unaware that a few of her sling ammo had been stolen, but even if she had figured such out, she could just make more, she was a blacksmith after all*"
},
{
"author": "the_guy6956",
"message": "*Nira would see the same hooded figure kicking a lead ball away, clearly ticked off for some odd reason.*\n\"Stupid poor people with their stupid lead...\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*This strangers statement struck Nira as odd, so much so that she had to just look over towards the hooded person to see what they were talking about, and was she saw was one of her lead balls being kicked away. Now, normally Nira would have seen this as a coincidence, but this hooded person was not only in a bar with her, but Nira was probably the only sling user there. With this being enough evidence for her, she started to approach this figure with a not so pleasant look on her face, grasping her knife in her left hand as she approached*\n\"May I ask why you have some of my sling ammo with you? I don't recall ever giving it to you\""
},
{
"author": "the_guy6956",
"message": "*The hooded figure immediately stops everything that they were doing and looks up at Nira, seemingly surprised that she was here.*\n\"Uhh... Umm...\"\n*The figure looks at a nearby alley and quickly darts away*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*The sudden fleeing only confirmed Nira's suspicions, so with a quick movement of her left hand, she grabbed her staff sling and with her right she grabbed a small lead ball in her ammo pouch and loaded it into the pocket of the sling. With her weapon loaded, she aimed towards the escaping person and with a sudden downswing of her arm, sent a lead ball speeding towards person's leg. Now, Nira was pretty accurate with the weapon, but there were times when she was off mark due to her eye... She hoped that this wasn't one of these times as she didn't want to miss or hit anywhere lethal*"
},
{
"author": "the_guy6956",
"message": "*Haha! You fool! The figure quickly dodges the lead ball due their speed, and runs away from the scene to one of the better parts of the city.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Seeing that the person had both dodged her projectile as well as gotten away, well Nira stopped pursuing, besides there wasn't much to gain from capturing the person. So, Nira turned around and began to head back to her home, she had to make some more ammo after all*"
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*After Rhak paid for a room for two, he went up the stairs to the room and placed Alkai onto the bed. He then sat down on the other bed.*"
},
{
"author": "waveralpha",
"message": "*He looked over to Rhak*\nAlkai: hey... Rhak... Thanks... \n*He sounded very tired, he curled up his knees and rested his head on his arm*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"No problem. I'm just glad we made it here. We are now away from Silnaria and the oter high elves. Heh, you want to know something ironic?\""
},
{
"author": "waveralpha",
"message": "Alkai: sure, go on ahead...\n*He shuffled a bit under his cloak, using it as a sort of mattress*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"You could say that the high elves are who got me here. If it weren't for them, I would still be in my tribe, hunting and gathering. Then the high elves raided the tribe I lived in. So my tribe sent me to find another place to move to.\""
},
{
"author": "waveralpha",
"message": "Alkai: are you... Still in that search?"
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Yes, in fact, I was checking if the desert would be a good place to move to since reptilians are able to resist high temperatures. Then, I found you.\""
},
{
"author": "waveralpha",
"message": "Alkai: well... I hope that I can aid when I regain my strength... \n*He smiled behind the bandages, making his eyelids curve slightly*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"I hope so too. But it might take a while before the rest of my tribe gets used to a high elf helping them. They aren't as tolerant as I am.\""
},
{
"author": "waveralpha",
"message": "Alkai: guess we will part ways soon huh...?\n*He sounded disappointed knowing the scorn he could face*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Yeah, I think it is for the best. But, anyways, we should get some rest. Then we'll go our separate ways tomorrow. But don't worry, I'll find you when my tribe accepts having a high elf outcast being a part of the tribe.\""
},
{
"author": "waveralpha",
"message": "*He let out a deep sigh and closed his eye*\nAlkai: good night Rhak...\n*He turned around to face the wall and rested his head on the bed*"
}
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{
"author": "mikokumi",
"message": "Once they arrived she would pull her wagon towards the tables, and she would walk around to the back and grab some of her stuff. She grabbed some of her clothes and and tuck them into a bag. She also picked up her steel dagger and tuck it into her shirt.\n\n\"Hey- you awake? We arrived at an inn. Pick up whatever you need then join me inside.\"\n\nShe would then grab her back of money and walk into the inn, waiting for him to join her"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He looked up at her. The whole journey he was blissfully strumming away at his lute, and surprisingly he did this really well. He's a bard to say the least, but he seemed to be really good at the simple, mindless strumming he did.\n\nHe gave a faint nod to her and he put his lute to the side before he stood up and he hopped off the back of the wagon, landing on the ground. He took this opportunity to remove his robes and to throw them into the back of the wagon. Beneath his robes, he wore a dull green shirt with a low v-neck and short sleeves. It was evident the bottom hem of the shirt was cut as it was tattered and frayed, likely because it was too long and he didn't like it. \n\nHe then wore dark brown trousers in which the cuffs were elastic and were tight around his ankles, and on his feet were his black shoes.\n\nHe shook his head to shake his hair so it didn't look like it sat against his head so much, essentially trying to make it fluffier. He then stepped his way over towards Miriel with his hands in his pockets. He already had some self defense in there.\n\nInstead of waiting at her side, he moved towards the door, stepped up and opened it for her.\n\n**\"After you.\"**\n\nHe didn't know why he did this.*"
},
{
"author": "mikokumi",
"message": "\"Thanks.\"\n\nMiriel would smile at him in a pleased manner before entering the tavern/inn. She would look around curiously, the familiar smell of booze and food stinging her nice. She was going to have to head down and have a few drinks later. Anyways, she would take Kai's arm and approach one of the workers \n\n\"Hello- we would like ti get uh... Do you want separate rooms? Or one together. If we get one together we could have separate beds if that makes you more comfortable.\"\n\nShe would shift her gaze to him as she tried to figure out what would make him most comfortable"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Number one, Oh frickle frackle what in the heckles is she doing she is holding his arm hI HE WAS NOT PREPARED-\n\nNo, his brain was fine. Just mentally his brain was acting like that of a static TV but he'll survive. He didn't register Miriel speaking before he snapped out of his panicked state, which, by the way, he hid very well on his exterior, and he looked at her.\n\nHe then looked to the worker and then back at her.\n\n**\"Depends what you're fine with and what either of us can afford.\"**\n\nAh yes. The Red Oni had enough only for a few drinks. Well, he had other money stashed away in his pockets but that was more... Stolen money. That would be used for other things. Ah fuck it he can use it for tonight, who cares anyway?\n\nHe seemed like he didn't mind either option, and he really didn't. He was immensely surprised that, actually, this woman too seemed to not mind. Now this doesn't come often, but with someone like Kaimarir around who is attentive so such details...\n\nA woman doesn't share a room with a man so openly like this.\nUnless.*"
},
{
"author": "mikokumi",
"message": "\"Alright. Well I got a lot of money, but would it be more safe to stay in one room? I mean I'm assuming you can protect yourself... So you'll be fine correct? I'm generally okay with defending myself so I should be alright.\"\n\nShe quietly pondered to herself, completely oblivious to the possible perverse thoughts he was having. Soft humming would escape her lips as she thought before she finally came to the conclusion.\n\n\"Lets have one room then- but two beds. Sharing one would be going a bit far- its just better safe than sorry.\"\n\nShe would give the innkeeper/staff/employee/whoever the fuck 36 copper, 18 per person. Since they were in town the rooms were generally more expensive, but Miriel didn't seem to mind. Either way they left and came back, returning with their room key.\n\n\"Alright, lets head upstairs to our room and set down our stuff. Afterwards I'm having a few drinks.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He, of course, snapped out of his thoughts for now to hear her words since he is incapable of multi-tasking very well. He gave a nod to her in response and he began to step his way to the stairs with Miriel.\n\nBack to his earlier thoughts.\n\nHis initial thoughts on the strangeness of sharing a room with him. He had thought that, perhaps, she is used to the company of a man, be it for negative or positive reasons. But it gave a bit of insight to why she felt so laxed about this rather than uptight. The last woman he shared the tavern with, she demanded he slept across the hallway from her, so this, again, was new.\n\nShe was full of surprises.\n\nNot that he minded, because he didn't. It was refreshing.\n\nEither way, he took her to their room and he opened the door for her, allowing her to go through first.*"
},
{
"author": "mikokumi",
"message": "\"Again, thank you.\"\n\nShe giggled in amusement when he held the door open again, and she would walk into the room and set her bag down beside one of the beds. She would pull out her clothing and set various outfits down onto the bed before moving onto the food. She grabbed her cheese and bottle of ale, and she set them down at the end table. \n\nYep, just casually having cheese beside her bed. She really loved cheese.\n\n\"Hm... I should probably change into something more comfortable. Or do you think what I'm wearing is fine? I think its alright but its kinda hot in here, and what I am wearing generally worn for chilly weather.\"\n\nShe would turn to look back at him as she held up one of her dresses- a white one with golden trim. It was less form fitting and more flowy compared to what she was currently wearing."
}
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{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "*The next day, Alarise got up, wondering what to do today.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_At around mid-day, Almann walks into the local inn and tavern. Not doubt they had good drink here, and perhaps he could stir up some merriment. The actions of his previous quest were definitely on the lips of the patrons there, a local branch of cultists was slaughtered by a group of three mercenaries. Almann didn't care plain faced fame, but appreciated the talk about some of his deeds, whether or not he gets credit for them._\n\n_He would walk up to the bar and order one of their specialty bourbons along a couple of bar biscuits to munch on with his drink. He ordered the drink on ice, which made it more expensive, adding up to a cost of 4 coppers, and another 2 for the biscuits. He didn't mind though, it was a treat for him to celebrate his earlier victory._\n\n_He turns to a man next to him who is talking to someone else about ventures up north and his experience with the Northern Silnari. Almann joins in the conversation and soon makes acquiantences with the two men. Turns our they're nomadic traders themselves, the kind of folk Almann is used to. Soon they order more drinks and become louder, drawing a croud as Almann tells stories of his time with the elven nomads of the north._"
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "*Alarise came down to the tavern, deciding to get herself some biscuits. She sat alone, dangling her legs while she ate.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann would address the men he was talking to_\n\n\"You see, my father, if you could call him that, had a pack of carnivorous sheep, yes, carnivorous sheep. It's a long story for another time but anyways... The bastards would eat a couple of chickens every so once in a while and then play it off as it was nothing. He goes out there right, and my father yells for me while I'll messing around his shop. Turns out one them bit some of his fingers off! He goes like this...\"\n\n_Almann forms with his hand some missing figures in a rude hand gesture and turns to them with a puzzling look_\n\n\"And he says: Do you think they're trying to tell me something?\"\n\n_At this point half the crowd is spitting drunk, and many of them let out chuckles, the more drunk ones let out hollers and laughs._\n\n\"But it doesn't beat the time the entire horde had to stop because some kiddos undid the saddle of the Khan... Let me tell ya! He was furious! I swear he was going to challenge the munchkins to an official duel!\"\n\n_He mocks falling off of his chair in a foolish manner, trying to mimick the Khan_"
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "*Alarise listens to the man, curiously. She'd tilt her head as she took in the story he's telling.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "\"What ended up happening is the Khan made them ride bareback on the horse for about a couple thousand kilos... Now let me tell ya, there ain't hell until you've met a steppe rouncey without a saddle, if there is something more stubborn than the Khan himself, it'd be the horses!\"\n\n_One of the men at the table asks if he misses the horde life_\n\n\"Do I miss it? Aye, some of it, but not all of it. Being a macen in an elven horde is almost like being a merman on land. The elves are faster and quicker learners than most men, but I thought I managed. My father wasn't apart of any famous house, which was part of the reason he didn't stone me as a babe in the first place. Any of the noble houses close to the Khan wouldn't have hesitated to get rid of the liability that is a Macen child. But I'd like to return one day yeah? I'll bring back some glory and gold to the horde to show that I was just as good as the elves all along. Maybe I'll even challenge the Khan! You fancy that? He never liked me anyways. Didn't like macens in his horde for too long. One day though...\"\n\n_Almann orders another drink while the crowd dissipates back to their seats_\n\n_Almann would take a look around for different people he could talk to, and faces he could remember_\n\n_He spots the girl sitting a ways back... Say, doesn't her outfit look familiar? He would recognize some of those leathers, but even more telling were her ears, and her face. Could she be from the steppes? He had to find out._\n\n_Almann would empty his drink and head over to the table where she was sitting, and address her directly._\n\n\"Hello miss, it's been itching at me, but I'd like to ask, are you from the steppes? You have the look certainly.\""
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "*She nods energetically,* \"Mhmm! I was born in Salvainia, though my parents are both from the Steppes and I've been there a number of times~!\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "\"Really! May I sit?\" _he gestures towards the seat_"
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "*She nods.* \"Go right ahead!\" *She'd shift a bit.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_He'd sit and offer his hand to shake_\n\n\"The name's Almann, Almann Jek. Spent 25 years in the horde, say, you ever meet Khan Attaman?\""
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "*She shook her hand.* \"My name's Alarise Monte—and uh... Nope! Never met him.\"\n\n\"I don't _think_ so, anyway.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann smiles_\n\n\"Monte you say? They had some story tellings about a house that went by the same name. Though not all of it was truly positive... They still acknowledged them as skilled hunters and warriors all the same. Not many people get close to Attaman, considering he's the de facto ruler of the steppes, most of the time he surrounded by his blood brothers. The only times I've ever been in contact with him was when I unhinged his saddle with a friend of mine, or pulled some prank big enough to get his attention.\"\n\n\"You were born in Salvainia, but visited the hordes you say? How is life here? I only came here recently looking to open up a shop, I got lucky and got a stall in the city.\""
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "\"Ehhh.. I dunno. I kind of prefer Salvainia to it; it's.. A bit difficult to compare them, though.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_He nods_\n\n\"Well if you want to meet the Khan sometime, I could take you. While I did say that House Monte was told by story tellers to be great hunters/warriors, my father always refuted this. He said no one appreciated the smiths or tinkerers enough to tell great stories about them.\" \n\n_He would wave his hand to the side in frustration_\n\n\"It never rang a good bell with the young ones, y'know. After all, how was the horde to amass their forces and raid if every young man or woman became a smith or someone of the craft? He always told me that a lot of the heroes in the stories were simply good craftsmen instead of being high strung warriors, and that the House Monte _he_ knew were rather good at crafts like he was. Is that true?\""
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "*She nods,* \"Mhmm! Our bloodline is all craftwork!\"\n\n\"..Except me, of course. I'm uh.. Kind of more of a warrior and adventurer than a blacksmith.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "\"Nothing wrong with that. Its always good to have someone who can fix yer stuff up when they get worn, ya know? That's what I do. My father taught me well enough to fix up stuff, but not forge entire suits of plate or helmets...\"\n\n_He would notice the great sword_\n\n\"That's a fine piece you got there, your family forge it?\""
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "*She unsheathes it.* \"This? This is the Blade of Orion. It's a legendary sword that was apparently wielded by my ancestors, and it's been passed down through my family since then. It was a neat wall decoration before I happened.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "\"Really? Mind if I appraise it? I have an ability that allows me to see the values and some abilities of objects like blades, armor, and accessories.\""
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "\"Uh.. Yeah. You don't have to pick it up or anything, right?\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "\"Nah, it just needs to be in my field of vision.\"\n\n_He casts 'Magical Appraisal' to see the properties and worth of the blade._\n\n_His eyes widen greatly and he turns pale as he leans back in his seat_\n\n\"Y-you guys used this as a decoration...? It is quite a sword, glad to see it's being used. You must be one amazing person to wield such an amazing blade, by the way. I've never seen such a weapon of such quality!\""
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "\"My precedents never saw a use for it since uh.. They never needed a sword. The last adventurer in the family was twelve generations ago..\"\n\n\"Is it really that good??\" *She tilted her head, looking up at the man as she sheathed her blade.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "\"Aye, like you said it's legendary. It's quality is of legendary. And it's owner takes great care of it. _He winks_ It's worth... Well I wont mention that here, wouldn't want other people listening in eh? It's, as I'm sure you know, quite old. Over 2000 years. The blade is too old to see the maker of the piece, but I assure you the blade is one of the greatest pieces _I've_ ever seen...\"\n\n_Almann scratches his chin and grins_\n\n\"I would be honored to go on a quest with you. I specialize in Bronze Magic by the way, I help defend and buff up other people's stats to maximum effect. Need more speed? Strength? A floating shield? You got it. I have some ranged spells too plus my bow.\""
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "\"O-oh uhm.. Sure! I can do a quest!\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_he claps his hands together_\n\n\"Then it's settled! Got any particular quests in mind?\""
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "\"Nope, you can choose!\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "\"Alright. I have experience fighting cultists. They unfortunately kidnap people, with their favorites being women and children and sacrifice them over open bonfires. They usually carry loot they've stolen from other people to act as sacrifices as well. They usually come in packs as well, most of them tend to be poorly armored with some basic weaponry. Their leaders however... They're dangerous. They often carry armor and steel helmets, and understands chaotic summons and modifications.\"\n\n_Almann sighs_\n\n\"They sing a particular song in a strange tongue, and they sing it loud. They're not hard to find. The 'Song of Aventurr' if you've ever heard of it. It's some ancient incantation and ritual to a strange god. I would like to see them dead or in chains, what say you?\""
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "\"I say we slaughter them, like pigs!\" *She says, unusually positively.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann laughs_\n\n\"That's the spirit!\"\n\n\"Before we do that, are you hungry? I'll buy.\""
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "\"I want as _much bacon_ as they can put on a plate.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann whistles a server over._\n\n\"I want some beef stew, and the lady here wants as much bacon you can put on a plate.\"\n\n_The server gives him a funny look, but nonetheless takes the order and informs the cook._\n\n\"Also, I think it might be interesting to deviate away from cultists, seems like people are saying after the previous purge they've thinned out a bit. I hear the New Sunlight Guild has some interesting bounties posted...\"\n\n\"There's a werewolf in a nearby forest causing some trouble for the guards. We should be able to take it down, if you're up for it. The bounty for it is 300 silver. There also seems to be a follower of the werewolf, we also need to take them down.\"\n\n\"There's also a huge creature that's been harassing caravans, with a bounty of 1000 silver. It's another hunting quest, something we'd probably be good at.\""
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "\"How about we go through both?\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann gives a grin_\n\n\"Eager are we? Which one do you want to do first?\""
}
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{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "\"Uhm.. The first one! It pays less, so it's probably easier.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann nods_\n\n\"Need to be cautious, if we're not careful we could end up killing the wrong person in cooperation with the werewolf.\"\n\n_The food arrives, and Almann pays...2 silvers to the server._\n\n\"Seems like the foods on!\"\n\n_He begins to eat his stew_"
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "*She began eating all that bacon she ordered, rather gleefully.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann looks up from his stew and laughs_\n\n\"Are you enjoying yourself?\"\n\n\"Well there will be plenty more where that came from. I assume you don't only eat bacon right?\""
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "\"Oh, I eat a lot of things. Bacon is just my favorite.\"\n\nTomorrow, i'm going to bed soon"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann would finish his stew and gather his things_\n\n\"Well I'm going to hit the hay for the night, looking forward to hunting a werewolf with you tomorrow, Miss Alarise Monte.\" \n\n_He waves behind him as he goes up to one of the rooms_"
}
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{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "*Alarise was ready and raring to go the next day! She energetically got up, sporting a green tunic with a pointy hat and her sword.*\n\n*She looks quite adorable in it.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann makes his way down the inn stairs to grab some breakfast for the morning._"
},
{
"author": "cadderlyadderly",
"message": "A man burst into the inn, panting, clothes bearing claw mark down his chest and back. Blood staining his clothes, looking around for a moment, eyes wide in fear he spoke in a shaky voice, \"I need someone, anyone's help.\" He said, fear in his voice."
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "*Alarise jogged up.* \"Hi! What is it you need help with?\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann jogs up to the man, waiting for a response._"
},
{
"author": "cadderlyadderly",
"message": "\"Cr-creature, in the woods. It got my hunting partner, I barely got away. I need someone to go in there and kill it. There was someone else there, he looked like he was with the beast. I need someone to stop them to.\" He said looking frantically between the two."
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "\"Oh, we can do that!\" *She gets behind Almann, getting up onto his shoulders.* \"Let's go, we have a beast to slay!\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann nods_\n\n\"We can take care of it for you, good experience for us, and hopefully we can recover your partner's body to return to you and his family. The dead should not be left in such a dishonorable state. Which direction did you come from?\""
},
{
"author": "cadderlyadderly",
"message": "The man pointed out towards a particularly thick patch of woods in the distance. \"That way, Don't know how far in but it was quite a bit into it.\" He said."
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "*Ssfje nods, memorizing his words. She'd gently dangle her legs.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann cast 'Bronze Heel' on Alarise and himself. This costs 12 mana total, and increases the running speed of Almann and Alarise._\n\n\"Let's go.\"\n\n```Almann's speed increases from 21 mph -30 mph using 6 mana, and Alarise's speed from 24 -33 mph also using 6 mana. This cost 12 mana out of Almann's 100, leaving him with 88 mana left.```"
},
{
"author": "cadderlyadderly",
"message": "\"Thank you so much, I will make sure you are rewarded when you return.\" He said smiling graciously."
}
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{
"author": "everestt6891",
"message": "The tavern was steadily growing quiet as night fell upon them. Patrons were beginning to take their leave, in their sober and drunken states.\n\nA chuckle escaped a cloaked woman's lips as she saw a man practically stumble out of the door, chasing after an object of his lust. She looked away from the scene and lifted her tankard, slowly sipping the contents held inside. She was sat against one of the back corners, a nice and dark area for her to relax amongst the ruckus."
},
{
"author": "hibbern",
"message": "Sat across from her was a practical giant of a woman, wrapped up in a cloak of her own, thought it could not possible fit her frame; beneath that cloak, the glint of metal. She sipped her own tankard as she raises an eyebrow, following the womans gaze with an apathetic look. \"You laugh too easily, Devyn.\" The grumble of the womans voice was a neutral, careful tone."
},
{
"author": "everestt6891",
"message": "Devyn rolled her eyes in response and leaned forward, her arms propped up on the table. \"Oh please,\" She said with an amused tone, \"You and I both know it's just the drink taking a voice.\" Her head tilted to the side as she observed her companion, always tense this one was. \"You need to lighten up a bit Gurro, we're in a tavern, meant for relaxing.\""
},
{
"author": "hibbern",
"message": "Gurroshira indicated to the side with her head. \"A tavern in Salvain.\" She responded casually. \"A tavern that's closin', too. Only scum and mercs are stickin' around this long.\" She pointed out. \"You might have it easy with your pointed ears, but you know full well I'd be gettin' no work if I weren't travellin' with you.\" She didn't like Salvain, that much she made clear many a time. Then again, Gurro didn't like most place, the broad Oni wasn't exactly subtle and her people weren't exactly well-liked, after all."
},
{
"author": "everestt6891",
"message": "\"I know..\" She slumped back with a sigh, a frown forming across her face. Things were hard for the two of them despite her race, the country was growing to be overpopulated, which was going to mean no work soon enough. She reached over to her bag and pulled out a flyer, then smacked it on the table. \"Lucky for us I found this beauty this morning.\" Devyn said as she pushed the flyer closer to Gurroshira."
},
{
"author": "hibbern",
"message": "She grunted a little at that, her inhuman eyes slowly gazing down towards the flyer as she sits up a little, clanking like a kitchen as she moves. \"Mmm, and what's that?\" She looks skeptical, but of course... She always looks skeptical. She adjusts how she sits slightly as she moves, gazing down at the flyer and reading it carefully as she looks up to Devyn again. The woman was a slow reader."
},
{
"author": "everestt6891",
"message": "\"It's a bounty, for this man. The pay is good.. 200 silver if we bring him dead or alive.\""
},
{
"author": "hibbern",
"message": "Gurro purses her lips at that, nodding slowly. \"Hrmmm... Seems like it's solid work to me.\" She glances up to Devyn, then. \"When are we huntin'?\""
},
{
"author": "everestt6891",
"message": "\"Last place he was seen was near the mountains, and I'd reckon he's still there.\" She grabbed the flyer off the table and after she rolled it up, she put it back in the bag. \"We'll rest up tonight and begin travelling at first light.\""
},
{
"author": "hibbern",
"message": "The Oni rolls her shoulders, nodding slowly. \"Alright.\" She says simply, sipping her drink again. \"Might as well enjoy this drink then, huh?\" She glances to Devyn, searching the womans face for a moment. \"They want him dead, or alive?\""
},
{
"author": "everestt6891",
"message": "\"It'll look good if we bring him in alive, might even get some sort of bonus. I'd say the law wants to set an example and use him to do it.\" She said with a slight hum, meeting Gurroshira's gaze."
},
{
"author": "hibbern",
"message": "She grunts a little at that, not much liking the 'law' of these parts, but she keeps her thoughts to herself and simply turns her gaze back down to her drink. She threw her head back to down it, before again turning those eyes to Devyn. \"We payin' fer two rooms, or?\""
},
{
"author": "everestt6891",
"message": "Devyn raised a brow at her Oni companion, and just gave a simple nod as an answer. \"I want us to start saving what money we have, just in case.\""
},
{
"author": "hibbern",
"message": "\"One room it is, then.\" She thinks for a moment. \"...Best you go and ask fer it. My mug might get a price spike.\" She stares into her now-empty mug, going silent again."
},
{
"author": "everestt6891",
"message": "\"Here, take mine.\" She pushed her tankard over to Gurroshira before standing up, it was practically full. She then walked over to the innkeeper and ordered them a room, placing down two pieces of silver to pay."
},
{
"author": "hibbern",
"message": "Gurro took the drink with a soft shrug, casually swigging out of that as well. She waited for her companions return in total silence. She wasn't one to talk to herself, after all, often absorbed in her own thoughts."
},
{
"author": "everestt6891",
"message": "\"Alright, let's go.\" She called over to Gurroshira from where the other woman was sat, and started to make way for the stairs."
},
{
"author": "hibbern",
"message": "Gurroshira downed the rest of the drink, rising slowly and with a soft grunt. She stretched a little, clanking as she followed Devyn up the stairs."
},
{
"author": "everestt6891",
"message": "When morning came, Devyn was the first to get herself ready. She was all strapped up and ready to go. The tavern was full again, and all the bustling chatter could be heard from underneath their room."
},
{
"author": "hibbern",
"message": "Gurroshira took more time to get ready, of course, wearing plate and all, but eventually the tall woman was leaving the room and following Devyn again, like an overly-large, slightly intimidating shadow."
},
{
"author": "everestt6891",
"message": "The two of them ate their breakfast, provided to them by the innkeeper, and then they went on their way."
}
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{
"author": "botanyelf",
"message": "*Tanner sighs and waltzed into the Inn, finally arriving at a resting place to relax and enjoy a warm cooked meal. His sea blue eyes scanned the room to see only a handful of adventures and people drinking or dining at the establishment, thankfully meaning it'd be quiet... At least for now. The petite Fae began to move to find his seat, getting a few stares from how tiny he truly was and his golden blonde hair standing out quite a bit. Tanner would be seen wearing a green earth-toned tunic, a white cotton shirt, khaki fitted pants, leather boots, oddly enough a sewn daisy corsage in his hair. Once Tanner found himself a seat in the corner, he'd set down his bag on the table and took out some books for him to read to pass the time by, ordering a cup of juice and a lamb stew when the waitress came over to take his order.*"
},
{
"author": "devilsenpai",
"message": "*Jack would head in after his long journey of selling all of his wares. He needed to buy more supplies so as he got out of his caravan he would lead his horses to an stable and head inside the tavern. He came into this tavern and sat at the bar of the tavern and awaited for a stewardess. He would then scan the room just in case he would see some of his kin, or maybe a quest wall.* \"Hello can someone aid me for a moment.\" *He would exclaim.*"
},
{
"author": "botanyelf",
"message": "*Tanner would look up once noticing someone come into the tavern, watching the man curiously for a moment before looking back to his books. He'd sip his juice while still awaiting his meal until hearing the man he looked to earlier ask for assistance, not knowing what he needed but always wanting to help, Tanner got up and shyly went over to the large man. He took out his notebook and began to write to him:*\n```I'm only a healer and Botanist... But I'll help if I'm able to sir.```\n*He responded kindly with a faint smile.*"
},
{
"author": "devilsenpai",
"message": "Jack looked at the person for a moment. \"A botanist would help me sell certain wares and help me determine if some plants are rare, what is your name little one?\" *Him still flagging a waitress or waiter down.* \"The service here is slow, I may just take my leave soon but I need more stuff to sell,While I wait I can just have a casual conversation with you if you do not mind.\" *He starts to stretch with his armour on and starts to crack his neck and knuckles.*"
},
{
"author": "botanyelf",
"message": "*Tanner blushes even more, adverting his gaze from the man from being far too shy to make eye contact but he paid attention and listened to what to what the man had to say.*\n```Of course, I'll gladly help. You can come sit over with me if you'd like, I don't mind. My name is Tanner, 'tis a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Sir.```\n*He writes in his note before handing it over and patiently awaiting the man's response.*"
},
{
"author": "devilsenpai",
"message": "*The man gets up and adjusts his helmet. Starts heading towards the end of the tavern where Tanner was sitting.* \"The names Jack, do not ask any questions about me I will most likely ignore them my only thing I want to do is sell my wares. What brings you to this tavern or rather this part of the empire?\" *He sits there taking his journal out and starts writing.*"
},
{
"author": "botanyelf",
"message": "*Tanner looks at Jack seeing at his large he truly was, their size difference drastic if one compared the two. Tanner then blinks at his blunt words, wondering why he didn't like talking about himself and secretly wishing to make a new friend but he didn't dwell on it and respected Jack's wishes.*\n```That's alright, I understand, Sir Jack. And I just tend to travel, collecting herbs, making medicines and remedies, healing people along the way. I enjoy aiding people so I go place to place and help as many as I can, it pays well too.```\n*He exclaims in his note, sliding it over to Jack.*"
},
{
"author": "devilsenpai",
"message": "*He reads over the note* \"I see, do you prefer me talking or writing I can do either if you'd like.\" *He starts to write in his journal again.* \"If we do not get any service soon you can take a ride in my vehicle until we hit a blacksmiths I need a blacksmith as I misplaced my weapons somewhere else.\""
},
{
"author": "botanyelf",
"message": "*The petite Fae shakes his head, giving a kind smile.*\n```No, it's okay. I hear just fine, it's just I'm unable to speak... Well I can but my voice sounds weird and really soft, I get embarrassed by it. And alright, I'm sure they'll get to us eventually.```\n*He reassures, looking around for a waitress or waiter since he had been awaiting for his meal for a while now.*\n\n*Eventually a waitress came over with Tanner's meal and set it down for him. She then turned her attention to Jack,* \"Sorry for the wait. What can I get you?\""
}
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{
"author": "botanyelf",
"message": "*The waitress taps her chin in thought,* \"A blacksmith? I'm sure you could find one in the marketplace or in the towns nearby. As for wares we can sell you food, water skins with clean water, traveling bags, and some maps of the area. Do any of these items interest you?\" *She'd ask, looking to the Fae with a smile seeing him eat then back at the large Macen.*\n\n*Tanner watched the encounter will grubbing on his delicious food, he hadn't had a warm cooked meal in quite some time so he was quite enjoying himself. He heard of the wares the inn was selling and decided to write:*\n```I'd like a map, please! I lost my other one a little bit ago while out gathering herbs.```"
},
{
"author": "devilsenpai",
"message": "*Jack gets up from the table and starts heading out the door.* \"Sorry none of those options suited me.\" *He gestered a hand movement towards the fae to move on.* \"Lets go to the marketplace maybe we can find things there that can suit our needs.\" *He would walk outside and unhitch his horses while getting on his wagon awaiting Tanner. Jack would think to himself for a moment* \"What the hell is he taking forever for.\" *Meanwhile waiting for Tanner tostart heading out his would check on his wagon to see if they need any repairs or any tuning.*"
},
{
"author": "botanyelf",
"message": "*Tanner blinks seeing Jack suddenly get up and head out to leave, he hadn't even finished his food yet. He whimpers before quickly eating his meal and paying for it as well as the map he wanted, grabbed his travel pack, and scurried off to meet Jack at his wagon. Once he caught up he slowed to a jog then stood there panting a little from hurrying.*\n```Sorry! I'm ready now... Which direction will we be heading?```\n*He scribbles down in curiosity.*"
},
{
"author": "devilsenpai",
"message": "*Jack stays quiet as he starts guiding his horses to the marketplace.* \"We are heading in the city its the only place we will get good buisness.\" *He would say this as he turned onto a road towards the city of Salvania.*"
}
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{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would walk on over to the nearest inn. Didn't want to spend any longer walking in the cold considering that's what he had been doing the past few days. He didn't eat at inns as he had a massive stockpile of bread, but he felt the need to celebrate with Hitoshi. He had read that in the tales of heroes the hero would gather their adventuring party for a huge feast after completing their life threatening quest. Granted their quest wasn't as impressive as the hero's in the book, but it was still life threatening. So a small treat at an inn seemed appropriate."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"I've never been here before, how about you?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi follows Mevis, assuming he knows a lot more about the place than Hitoshi.\n\nHitoshi isn't really thinking as deeply as Mevis about it. He is proud of himself and of Mevis for taking on the paladin, but didn't necessarily see this as a celebration. He just really fancied getting something nice to eat, and saw the mission as a good excuse.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"Nope. Hope it's good.\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis nodded, realizing how stupid his question was. If he recalled correctly it seemed Hitoshi still had a debt to the guild. Wouldn't make sense for him to have that much excess wealth to be able to enjoy meals at inns like this. Mevis would take a seat at a table and wait for a waitor to take their order. During that time Mevis decided he could make some small talk with Hitoshi, get to know him better."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"So, uh, this might come as awkward, but I was wondering if you could tell me more about yourself? Well, something more cheerful... Maybe about the things you've enjoyed about the area? I mean, that is if you're not from here, I just kind of assumed given your accent. I apologize if it was a wrong assumption...\""
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"Uhh... The food here is nice. I tried making it once. Went really wrong. Tasted really bad. But it would be nice to get a job cooking when I get better..\n\nTell me more about you, Mevis.\""
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Me? Well, there isn't much to say... If it makes you feel any better I can't really cook either. I just carry bread with me all the time, kind of like Arthur. Speaking of him, I haven't seen him recently. He was the one that introduced you to me. Do you think he is still stuck on his page quest?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi opens his mouth to explain that he can cook, but he just isn't used to Salvanian recipes just yet... But decides not to be a pedantic asshole about it.\n\nHitoshi shakes his head to the question regarding their mutual friend. If Arthur wanted a quest done, that quest would be done. There's no doubt about that, at least, in Hitoshi's mind. Unless it was stealth. Arthur can't sneak for the life of him.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis sighs. Yeah, it didn't make sense for Arthur to still be stuck with his quest if he was able to complete it. Frankly Mevis knew that, but he sucked at making small talk so he was just grasping at straws. Does it take this long for a waiter to come by? Mevis wasn't used to talking for this long with anyone. He didn't like talking about the past, so maybe asking about the future would be the best."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Yeah, I assumed as well. If anything he is probably thriving in this chilly environment. Time sure passes by quickly. To think just a month or so ago us three were mere recruits. I won't be surprised if by the end of this winter if the two of you are among the higher ranks of the guild. But I suppose that does bring the question on what will you do beyond that?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi scratches at his face again. He doesn't really know. After he climbs the ranks of the New Sunlight guild, he, uhh.. Should find a steady job, that's for sure. That didn't have anything to do with the New Sunlight, because he doesn't want his life to revolve around the guild entirely.\n\nHitoshi realises just how little actual thought he's put into his new life. Besides learning the Silnari Standard language a little better... Yeah, that's about it.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"Not sure. I do not want to work for the New Sunlight forever... How about you?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi finally gets bored and decides to wave for someone to get their order.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "A female water macen walks up carrying two menus and hands it to Mevis and Hitoshi. She has a smile that radiates an aura of hospitality.\n\"Welcome to the Jolly Apple! May I take your order?\"\n\nMevis would look through the menu and sweat a bit. He wasn't a man that valued wealth, but the prices listed were a bit higher than he expected. Even the bread here was expensive. However, they had come here for good time, so Mevis merely sighs accepted that his wallet may be a bit light after today."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Uh, I'll have the 'Beef on the Bone Special' and a mug of the 'Jolly Apple Cider'\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*With no idea of what to make of most of the food, Hitoshi piggybacks off of Mevis' order.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"I'll have that too.\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "The waitress nods, smiling all the while\"Will that be all?\"\nMevis nods \"For me at least...\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi just nods and smiles.\n\n\"Just shut up and nod, you idiot. Your **Brilliant** Knowledge of the local language shouldn't butcher this outing.\" Hitoshi internally bullies himself for a bit.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "The waitress takes the menu's from Hitoshi and Mevis and bows \"Your food will be brought to you shortly.\" And heads to the kitchen with the order\n\nMevis would visibly relax at this point, glad they had been able to order to food."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"So you like apple cider also huh? I was usually the only one\""
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"Uhh... Never tried it. I hear it is nice.\n\nIt better not be like, uhh... The.. The winter wine. Mulled wine, I think? That is horrible.\""
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Wine huh? I've only ever had a sip of wine. They're usually expensive right? Did you buy the mulled wine by mistake?\""
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"Yeah... It was not smart of me.\""
}
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{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would look at Hitoshi expecting him to continue the story. Seeing no follow up, Mevis decides to help carry the conversation out by asking himself"
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Willing to tell me how it happened? You know, just as something to help pass the time\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi smiles and tries to remember what happened, tapping his finger against the table.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"Okay... It was about 2 weeks away. I see this wine. On sale. The... The seller was a ant-person. And they annoyed me into buying it. And sellers do that always. But this ant followed me for 3 hours. And they kept giving me a more and more small price. He kept adding little things. I think he said he would give me a ball of string as a extra gift. Thinking I am a cat. And I buy it, because I am stupid, and I want him to leave me alone. And it was awful. I think he was making it himself with some... Really bad brewery tools. **Really** Bad. It was so bad, I nearly, uhh... You know. I think I spilled it in some grass somewhere. I probably poisoned nature, doing that. When the forest dies, blame the wine.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi tells this little tale with a face that can only be described as... Acceptance of his own idiocy. A sort of dumb grin that revels in its own stupidity.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis can't help but a chuckle a bit at Hitoshi's finishing remark though wouldn't be surprised as alcohol of any kind is sort of like a poison. That being said, upon hearing Hitoshi finish his story It just occured to Mevis how broken his speech was. Sure Mevis was still able to understand him and considering Hitoshi likely taught himself that was impressive in it of itself. But Mevis was worried about Hitoshi's future prospects as a hero. He wouldn't be able to make heroic speeches if the audience barely understood him. Maybe he could help him? No, it would likely only come off as rude... But maybe he can 'trick' Hitoshi into learning?"
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"That's pretty funny. Maybe the guild might have a quest for us to clear up a poisoned forest one of these days. Heroes from across the land would have to come over to clean up your spilled drink. Heh. Though I wouldn't mind meeting more real heroes. People who do those sort of dangerous things and make the world a better place. Have you ever met a hero like that?\""
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"No... Not really.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi squirms in his seat for a bit, trying to find a more comfortable way to sit. He settles with crossing his legs on the actual seat, putting his hands on his knees. He doesn't know that Mevis is trying to get a chance to read something to him. As far as Hitoshi is concerned right now, Mevis is just continuing the conversation.*"
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Ah... Well I don't either really. But I've read about them in books. I work as a librarian when I'm not out trying to do jobs for New Sunlight. They've got all sort of great tales and when I read them I can't help but feel a bit relieved that there was and is someone like that out there in the world right now protecting strangers like us in their own way. That there are people who care about you without expecting anything in return. These stories, they helped me when I was at my lowest point. They gave me something to grasp onto. As I said earlier, nothing we do can make up our past mistakes, but I feel like trying to be a hero like those I've read about is much better than wallowing in my despair. I would love to read them to you as they are my passion. Perhaps if you also enjoy them I can finally have a reading buddy\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Sure, why not? While Hitoshi is unaware of Mevis's little plan, he **Is** Aware that he needs to work on his Silnari Standard, and sees this as a good chance to try it out. It would also give him something else to do. A bit of hope. Hitoshi needed that sometimes. Or more like a lot. \n\nHe begins to unfold his legs again and cough again, covering his mouth with the mask that he normally wears around his neck like a scarf. He then fiddles with his gauntlets, realises that it's a bit unnerving to be wearing gauntlets with blades attached to the side at a tavern, and finally takes them off.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"Sure. Sounds good... I want to show something off, but... Maybe later.\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would mentality praise himself for his plan. Looks like he would be able to help Hitoshi learn the native tongue after all. Though he wasn't lying about wanting a reading buddy also. Maybe he could have both? \nMavis then raise his eyebrows with interest at Hitoshi's remark. Show off? Mevis never really had the confidence to want to show off, so he couldn't help but admire that aspect of Hitoshi. Seemed like he was pretty confident in something, and while Mevis doesn't like to pry, he couldn't help but be curious."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Show off you say? I mean, we're still waiting for the food to come so I wouldn't mind seeing it. That is, of course, if you're comfortable doing it here...\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi tries asking for dice from various people. When he does get some, he sits back at the table, a cheeky smile on his face.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"Choose a number. One to six.\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "A dice? Was he doing a math trick? Mevis recalled having some fun with them back whe- Nevermind. A number 1-6. Mevis always felt 4 was a lucky number for him but also a cursed one, so may as well go with that."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi rolls the dice, in an odd way. Where most people throw the dice, he doesn't so much throw it as he does twist his wrist and allow the dice to fall out of his hands. It lands on a 4.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would look at the dice, then back at Hitoshi, then back the dice. Mevis would try his best to hide his smile. This is what he wanted to show off? Mevis had seen Hitoshi basically disappear in plain sight, defeat enemies stronger than him with his various techniques, one of them being able to summon shadow daggers out of nothing, had self taught himself the native tongue to a certain extent, and out of all of those skills this was the one he was proud of?\n Mevis couldn't help but think of innocent how minded Hitoshi was. Was it because Mevis still looked like a kid? Granted he had only recently became an 'adult'. That might be the most logical explanation. After all a few years back Mevis was doing something similar with... Anyhow Mevis didn't wish to deprive Hitoshi of his moment so he would think about how *They* Looked, how *Their* Faces looked when he performed such tricks and try to replicate it, raising his eyebrows in 'surprise'"
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Wow! To think you would get my number on the first roll! Well let's see if you can go 2 for 2, I call 4 again!\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi realises that Mevis wasn't very impressed. Yeah, one dice wasn't enough to show what was going on, was it?\n\nHe rolls a 4, and then adds 2 other dice to the hand. Yeah, Hitoshi does realise that one die isn't very impressive. Three dice, though...*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"Give one number, or three.\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis couldn't help but feel that he had failed at acting. He hoped he hadn't hurt Hitoshi's feelings. Sure he wasn't impressed, but he was still enjoying the tricks. A bit of childish fun is always welcomed. Seeing Hitoshi get more dice he decides to play along. Getting 4 3 more times would be a fun sight to see."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"All 4's. Go 4 for 4. Heh, I like the sound of that\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi does just that, rolling three fours. \n\nSure, it was just a small little trick, nothing fancy, but Hitoshi was oddly enthused with it. Sure, he has all of his combat magic, but this stupid little trick has earned him a ridiculous amount of money before. 20 gold, to be exact. It was through hustling another criminal, back when Hitoshi was only 17 or 18.\n\nHe still remembers purposefully fucking up a roll or two, only to hustle the man to the point where Hitoshi nearly got into a knife fight. It was worth it, though. He got the money.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"...I see now that it is more interesting for me than for you, but I, uhh... Made lots of money with that trick. I would do a bad roll, get them excited, and then \"Randomly\" Get good rolls.\"\n\n\"I paid for my Naginata enchantments by doing that. True story.\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would be surprised when he said he earned enough money via gambling in such a way, but also be saddened that Hitoshi thought Mevis wasn't interested in this. He was, but just not surprised. Hitoshi to Mevis was a far more skilled and someone who he looked up to. He had to clear up this misunderstanding."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Oh, I'm sorry if you think I'm not interested. I honestly enjoy small games like this. Just, I had complete confidence that you would do it cus, you know, you're so skilled. Hell, if I said roll a 7 and you did I wouldn't be that surprised. I really did enjoy the show. I'm very impressed that with that skill you were able to buy weapon enchantments, and I understand having pride in small skills like that. I too have a hobby... Had a hobby of preforming magic tricks for... People. I would love to do it but being a hero meant I couldn't afford wasting time on silly games...\""
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"That's a shame. You should show me one sometime. Maybe. Have to take a break, right?\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis eyes would look sad for a moment before shaking his head side to side slowly"
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"I lost my gear to perform a while back anyway. But it's alright, I can enjoy myself via reading books and spending time with friends like you. That being said, spending time with you would be more fun if we could finally get our meals...\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Just as Mevis says the waitress returns with two plates with massive beef piece on a bone on each of them along with 2 mugs filled with a pristine orange bubbly liquid that gives of a sweet apple scent. \n\"Hope you two didn't wait too long. Enjoy your meal! If you need anything else just call me over!\" She would then bow her head and walk over to another table and take their order\n\nMevis would look at this meal with delight. It had been so long since he had meat, and good meat at that. And to have cider along with it, it may not have been a feast, but it sure felt like it to Mevis. Perhaps having a lighter pocket after this was worthwhile after all. He would indulge himself into the meal, savoring every bite."
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi finds the man who he took the dice from and gives them back, then eats away at his own food.\n\nHell, this is probably the most Hitoshi has eaten in one meal for months, let alone meat. He tries the cider, and doesn't seem to have a strong opinion of it either way. It's alright.\n\nHitoshi counts his own money, hoping he has enough to pay for all this.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"...I'll pay for it.\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would look at Hitoshi and shake his head."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Oh no, that would be very rude of me. I was the one that invited you to the feast and you still have that debt to pay to the guild, right? Or at the very least, you were in debt, so I think it's safe for me to assume you don't have that much money. So leave it to me, I will pay for it. It's the least I can do for a friend\""
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"I still owe you for this. Okay?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi points at the remnants of their meal.*"
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Very well, the next time we celebrate it's on you. Maybe we can even bring Arthur with us. Would be nice to have a meal wit the 3 of us.\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis says with a chuckle. He then calls over to waitress by waving his hand. The waitress walks over with a smile \"Are you enjoying your meal? Do you need anything?\"\nMevis simply pulls out his pouch of gold. \"No no, we're good. I'm ready to pay for our meal. Think it was 1 gold?\"\nThe waitress eyes' would widen before bursting out laughing \"Oh dear, I wish we charged that much hon'. We would be able to afford a small castle in no time. Keep your gold, it's only 10 silver.\" \nMevis would look at her surprise but then realize he probably misread the menu prices, mixing up copper pieces for silver. Mevis then let's out a reliefed sigh, realizing his pocket will not be as light as he had thought. He pulls out 12 silver and hands it to waitress.\n\"Ah, I see. Thank you for that correction, really saved my pocket there. And thank you for the meal also\"\nThe waitress pockets the extra 2 silver with a smile and nods \"Your welcome. Have a good rest of your day!\" And she would then walk over to another table continuing her job.\nMevis would then look at Hitoshi and point to the door"
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Ready to return to the guild for that squire quest?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi has something else he wanted to show off. Actually, that was the original thing he wanted to show off. Then he realised that chucking more types of knife around in a tavern is a stupid idea, so he resorted to the dice trick.\n\nHe should get a set of dice.\n\nMight be nice to invite Arthur for the ride this time. Bigger groups are better, right?*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*It had been a good amount of time since Arthur had gone rogue, fleeing from the New Sunlight guild. He had about... 11 hours left before the bounty was posted? That meant he could still move around the city more or less without any troubles, so long he kept his head down and his mouth shut. As he walked through the New Salvainia city gates, he noticed the familiar alleyway where he had met Bog. He saw a good amount of his own wanted posters hung throughout various buildings in the city, but kept on moving towards the direction of the same inn he had stayed in for the first time he visited New Salvainia, the Jolly Apple. He figured before hitting the road, he'd get a decent meal as a sort of odd celebration of sorts. A celebration for freedom, a festival for whatever the following day. He walked to the door, holding it open as a Macen and a Kitsune walked past.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi isn't aware of Arthur's bounty... Yet. He notices his friend walking through the door, and gets up to greet him, extending his hand. He's grinning widely, happy to see his friend join at such a convenient time.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"Hey! We were going to... Go back to the guild and get a mission. Want to see if they will let you come with us?\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur reels to attention at the mention of the guild. He hadn't expected the pair to come back from their squre quest THIS quick, and had planned to tell them what happened after he had gotten out of the city. They didn't seem to be aware of his bounty just yet, but Arthur didn't know how to respond to the question.*\n\n\"Nah, I just got back from one myself. I'm grabbing a bite, you two should go on ahead.\" He says, raising his right hand as he spoke. He didn't come up with a ways of confronting them so soon, so he tried to divert the conversation away from the guild, if he could."
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would be caught off guard by Hitoshi suddenly walking off like that. Did he find something? Following the direction he was going Mevis would then also see Arthur. What good luck, they had just been talking about him. It seemed like Arthur was coming in for a bite to eat as well, a bit unfortunate that Hitoshi and Mevis had already eaten, but honestly Mevis was just glad to see him. He would walk on over and join the conversation."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Ah Arthur! It's been a while. Are you coming from the guild to celebrate? Hitoshi and I just did the same thing, unfortunate that we didn't meet earlier. But you know what, it's rare for us to get a chance to speak with you like this, so I wouldn't mind buying another mug of the Jolly Apple cider so we can catch up. That is, if you don't mind\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur grimaced slightly as he heard a cheerful voice come up from behind Hitoshi. It was Mevis, and Arthur definitely wasn't ready to explain anything as of right now. The boy had a bright smile on his face, paining Arthur to see, since he had no idea what the kitsune has done in the recent weeks. He started to sweat slightly, but kept his cool under his cloak. It didn't seem that anyone else noticed him, but he didn't want to engage in conversation as of now. He had to think.*\n\n\"Yeah, hello Mevis. It really has been a while, huh?\" He began. \"I got promoted to Page rank as well, but I already celebrated a good time ago. I'm just here since I'm starving. I heard from Marco that you two got promoted to squires. You have my congratulations, but I'll catch up to you soon!\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would raise an eyebrow at Arthur mentioning he was eating here cus he was hungry. Something felt... Off. He remembered one of his earlier conversations with Arthur and how he said he loved to eat bread and carried around 20 pounds with him. Well, maybe he ran out, it's been a long time since then.\n As for being squires, that part wasn't true, at least not yet. They were just heading back to take the quest to achieve that rank. If Arthur finished being promoted to Page rank ages ago, it might be time for him to take the squire quest also. Especially since he was much stronger than the both of them."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Ah, well, we aren't squires just yet. We still need to complete the quest for it, though I'm not really in a rush to complete it. Hitoshi and I were just talking about you and wondered if we would ever be able to catch up, so I would say best not let this chance escape. Maybe you can tell us your heroic tales of the quests you've done!\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Yeah, Hitoshi feels there's something up with Arthur. He was being really... Dismissive? Hitoshi feels like a dick for thinking that, but he feels as though Mevis was sort of being brushed aside.\n\nHe gets the feeling that something's... Bugging Arthur. He's not sure what, but he feels like asking a couple of questions about it. He wouldn't overtly press, because he himself hates when people do that, but...*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"...Are you okay? Is there something wrong?\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur bit his tongue, rethinking his word choice rather anxiously. He had spoken in such a dismissive matter with Marco, and it had transferred over to now, as he was talking to Mevis and Hitoshi. Cursing in his head, he did all he could to force a casual smirk, making his way through the door into the Inn, taking his cloak off as well. His Kitsune ears were concealed, replaced with human Macen ears instead. Turning towards the two, he spoke to them in a rather quiet voice for someone like him.*\n\n\"I'm fine. I'm honestly just tired, but you two should go ahead and head back to the guild. You know, gotta get that rank up ASAP, right? I'll stick around here, and I'll wait for you two. What time is it, 2, no, 3 in the morning? I'm going to hang out here for a tiny bit, maybe get some ale. You two just go ahead.\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Seeing Arthur with macen ears was odd to Mevis. And now that Hitoshi mentioned it as well, Mevis could tell that both of them were feeling like Arthur was not acting normally. Well Mevis didn't know Arthur for that long, but for the short time he did, he could tell the Arthur that was infront of him was acting strangely. He seemed to be really emphasizing them leaving, almost as if he didn't want the two of them to be near him. He would look over to Hitoshi hoping he would get the message from his facial cues."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"I'm sorry to hear that you are tired, though not surprising how late it is. Honestly we should be going to bed instead of going on a quest at this hour. Luckily this is an inn, so we should be able to hang around with you till you're ready to sleep. After that we can get a room together and hopefully get a discount. Sound good to you Hitoshi?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi shrugs nonchalantly.\n\nHe gets the idea that Mevis is really uncomfortable, and Arthur really is giving off strange vibes. Normally, Arthur is proud of stuff like his heritage, or at least... Isn't hiding it.\n\nBut Hitoshi just dismisses it for now. If it was something bigger, that's not his business if Arthur doesn't want to say, right?*\n\n*Hitoshi stares longingly at someone in the tavern, before coughing and averting his eyes.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur would begin to walk over to the bartender, turning away from his two friends. He needed time to think, think on his next course of action. If he confronted them where he stood, they wouldn't be able to freak out in a violent manner. On the other hand, these kinds of places were home to a number of shady individuals, and obviously someone would overhear their conversation, which would lead to an outrageous amount of guards on their way to apprehend him. He asked for their most expensive dish, coupled along with the most expensive wine they had. Since this was his 'last meal', he wanted to enjoy it as best as he could.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would be a bit upset at Arthur ignoring him and going off to eat on his own. At this point it was pretty clear to Mevis that something was up with him. Did something happen at the guild? Mevis could only assume that is where Arthur came from as Hitoshi and Mevis just recently turned in that quest that made them eligible to become squires and Arthur knew about that. Did they get upset at him for doing a job poorly? Mevis couldn't really see Arthur doing a job poorly, he was skilled enough to kill anyone that got in his way, but also strong enough to take people weaker than him down without killing them. Perhaps it was a puzzle like quest? Arthur seemed pretty smart, but maybe he took a hard one that stumped him and didn't get lucky like Mevis in solving it. But that wouldn't explain why he was wearing human ears instead of kitsune. \nMevis would then take notice of Arthur ordering a very fancy meal along with wine. For someone who wasn't celebrating, he sure was eating pretty expensively... Mevis was starting to feel like he was getting a closer idea to what had happened to Arthur, but he wasn't fully there. For now at least, Mevis figured he can try to keep Arthur company even though it was clear he didn't want theirs. Mevis felt a bit dirty, but he hoped after drinking some wine Arthur would be more willing to talk."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Uh, that's a pretty fancy meal you got there. Guess this is your indirect way of telling us that you don't need to group up for a discount on the rooms?\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Yeah, I guess you could say that. I... Let's say that I've got more than enough money to spare these days.\"\n*Arthur would look down at his plate, gazing on the finest steak he had seen in a very long time. 7 years, in fact. The fat and the marbling of the cut was so perfectly grilled, and it was coupled with various amounts of potatoes, greens, and some sort of sauce. He looked at the wine he got; it was poured into a chalice, and was the color of a bright orange, with red mixed into the bunch. Red like crimson fire, orange like the rising sun. How ironic, seeing that it was the middle of the night. He drank the wine first, and first noticed the strong alcohol that was within. It then began to burn his tongue, not in an unpleasant way, but more like the sensation of a spicy, spicy food. However, it soon made way for a refined, old taste. Old, sweet, and with an aftertaste of bitterness. It was the perfect coupling of sweet and refined, ancient and modern. He enjoyed it very much. The food he had received, however, was not to be underestimated either. Arthur found himself gorging on his plate, and then trying to sip the meat juices with the spoon after all had left. Damn, that was a good meal.*"
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi just continues to watch Arthur.\n\nYeah, something's **Really** Off with him. He's acting really shifty, Hitoshi can't explain it. Again, although Hitoshi doesn't have a good feeling about this, he opts to play dumb for now. No use bringing things up that Arthur doesn't want to. He fiddles with his hands a bit, unsure of what to say or do. He doesn't want to force Arthur into a bad situation, but at the same time... Nobody acts like Arthur does without there being a good reason.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "More than enough money to spare these days he says? Perhaps Mevis was reading too much into it, but he wouldn't say the payments provided by the guild was more than enough to spare. Arthur was still a page like them, meaning he likely received the same amount of pay as well. Granted, the payment provided is more than enough to afford a fancy meal here, but Mevis was still following his previous line of thought. \nArthur likely just came back from the guild and currently still hiding his ears. He clearly didn't want to hang around the two of them, was eating a fancy meal and seemed to fine with spending his wealth superfluously...\nMevis wracked his head for ideas, and suddenly recalled reading something similar his book of heroes. Some heroes would eat a big feast, expecting it to be their final dinner, as they set out on a dangerous quest that will likely end with them dying. Is that what happened? Did the guild assign Arthur a quest that he felt will lead to his death? Did he try hiding his ears so that he could evade people who knew him so he wouldn't need to explain that situation? Was that why he was being so distant? Was he trying to make himself look like an asshole so that incase he died, those he left behind wouldn't feel as bad about his death? \nThis seemed like the most reasonable explanation, and Mevis felt guilty for thinking that perhaps Arthur had done something and was hiding it from them. He was just trying to be nice in his own way, and was so brave to take on such a dangerous quest. Mevis wanted to apoligize to Arthur and praise him for his efforts. If possible Mevis was more than willingly to offer his help, but seeing as how Arthur seemed to have resolved himself to deal with it on his own, Mevis decided against it out of respect for Arthur's resolve. The least Mevis could do though was assure Arthur that they were there for him, no matter how bleak this quest might seem."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Uh, look Arthur. I can tell you're not exactly in the mood to talk, but I, uh, just want to say that we're here for you. I would like to think of us as friends and that as friends, we got each other's backs. No matter how bleak or grim a situation you might be, I just want you to know that we're here for you, and that we're more than willing to hear you out if you want to get something off your chest. I'm sorry if I'm coming on as pushy, but I felt like I had to at least tell you that much\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*As he finished his meal, Arthur wanted to ignore Mevis and Hitoshi's advances towards him. He, unintentionally, was making himself out to be an asshole. At this point, he figured that the two knew something was up, seeing that they both had somewhat suspicious looks on their face as they spoke to him in turn. Before he answered either question, he finished his wine, draining the glass of its contents. He turned back to the bartender, saying that he would leave 50 silver total for the meal, never mind the change. Turning back to Hitoshi and Mevis, he finally made the resolve to begin unraveling the story behind his behavior.*\n\n\"Mevis. Hitoshi. If you really want to know what's going on, follow me out. No one else can hear about this, and I mean that.\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would nod. It would seem like his words got through Arthur after all. He was relieved and somewhat glad that Arthur actually trusted them enough."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Understood. Lead the way.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur would hang his head low, looking slightly melancholic. He kept that same, forced smile, but it became obvious that he was exerting effort into keeping it from turning into a scowl. He had half heartedly hoped that they would say no, so that he could be spared of the guilt he'd feel as he'd tell them what had happened. Getting up from his barstool, he turned to walk out of the door, motioning Hitoshi and Mevis to follow. As he walked, they would turn past some wanted posters, crowded by seemingly multiple adventurers. Arthur's was the one dominant over all the others; it wasn't every day where you could earn 150 gold in an instant, just by taking one person out. Scowling under his cloak, he turned away from the board, hoping Hitoshi nor Mevis would notice.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi halfheartedly looks over the bounty posters as he follows Arthur. It wasn't because he particularly wanted to take one; while he was certainly competent, he wasn't a godlike fighter. It was just one of those kinds of moments where you see something and you mindlessly gaze over it. Of course, most of them... Don't matter. Except for Arthur's. Hitoshi notices it. He takes it off the board and looks at it for a moment. Probably just a mistake... Right?\n\n...Please let this be a mistake. It had to be. Arthur wouldn't do something like that, surely... Although, now that he thinks about it, this is exactly the kind of behaviour this ex-criminal had seen many times before. Arthur, whether he was aware of it or not, was a spitting image of someone who was trying desperately to hide. As someone who... Shall we say, hasn't been the greatest person alive, Hitoshi knows what's going on... But as usual, doesn't want to make a big deal out of it. So he just puts the poster in his pocket.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would follow Arthur and would take notice of the large group of people gathering in one location. Did something happen? Looking over Mevis would see that most of them were adventurers and that they were looking at a wall covered with posters. Odd. Taking a closer look at the posters though he would then realize they were bounties with portraits of various criminals and their crimes listed below it. It would have to take a blind man to not notice which poster was attracting the most attention though. \nThere were 3, side by side with each other. One was of a buff Mogash. It listed his capabilities as a martial artists and a vampire. 150 gold for breaking free a dangerous criminal from a high security prison. \nThe other was not so much a face, but rather a tall slender individual wearing a mask. However unlike the others he had two names listed under the portrait as alias. \"Psycho\" And \"Nox\". He had a bounty of 100 gold for the same crime as the Mogash. Apparently he wasn't as involved in killed prisoners so much as destroying their summons with a very powerful magical spear, and was presumed to be a skilled magic user as well. \nThe last poster would cause Mevis' gut to drop as he sees a portrait of Arthur, 150 gold. A very skilled mage capable of moving at very high speeds with his magic and caused many deaths of both prisoners and guards with his wide range fire magic. This... This can't be true can it? He would look over to Arthur with a pale face and his eyes wide."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"A-A-Arthur... Do you... The posters... That can't be true right?\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Ignoring Mevis for now, Arthur headed outside of the city along with the two. He walked towards the clearing where he had first sparred with Hitoshi, their first sort of 'brotherly bonding.' Putting his hands by his side, he walked a good distance away from the two; not so much that they couldn't hear him, but far away enough so that he wouldn't be able to get touched easily. Turning around towards the two, he saw Mevis with his eyes wide, a pale face spreading throughout. Hitoshi looked apathetic, unusual for him as well. However, that was to be expected, given the circumstances.*\n\nCrossing his arms, he looked to Hitoshi. \"Hey, remember this?\" He asked, raising his arms out to his side. \"This is where it all started, with you anyway. The sun was bright, my fire was burning, and I was innocent.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi was far from apathetic. Inside, he was bubbling with various emotions. He felt betrayed, he felt a bizarre sense of guilt as Arthur was beginning to become what he was trying to get away from, and... It might be a little silly to point out, but Hitoshi was utterly heartbroken. He only knew Arthur for a month, if even that, but in that month he had come to see Arthur as a close friend, if not his closest friend. Knowing that this friend of his would leave him forever left a pit in his stomach.\n\nHe just didn't emote any of it. Why bother? He couldn't change what Arthur had already done. And he found it beneath him to show grand displays of emotion like that.\n\nHe looks at Arthur for a moment, noticing him backing off. Hitoshi understands why he did that, but... He wouldn't have dared do that to his friend. Hell, even now, even if Hitoshi somehow came into a situation where he **Could** Get that bounty... He could never do it. Wouldn't that be hypocritical?*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur continued to speak, albeit in a somber tone, lowering his arms to his side.* \"Yeah, It's only been a month, hasn't it? It's been a month, and you guys've already been promoted to squire! I'm proud of you two. You guys certainly have grown since the last i've seen you. Mevis, I heard from certain individuals from the guild that your martial art skills have drastically improved these recent times. Hitoshi, I know you've gotten stronger as well from intuition. I'm certainly glad-\" *He walked, emphasizing each step, towards the pair.* \"I'm certainly glad to be you guys' friend. Truly.\"\n\n*He turned backwards, towards the woods. He held his head up high to the moon, a somewhat neutral position befalling his face. This entire situation, this entire ordeal, it all felt incredibly superficial and... Fake. He couldn't really believe it himself that it had come to this, but what happens, happens.* \"Hitoshi, take that poster out. That's me. 100% and truly, it is me. All that it said in the post? It's true. I turned rogue from New Sunlight, and I'm going to be on the run soon. I wanted my last goodbye to be somewhat more... Grandiose? Grandiose, yes. I guess I'm just not cut out for those kinds of things, huh?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Oh, God. Hitoshi doesn't normally find himself doing this. He should be angry at Arthur. Right? But... No. He can't find it in himself. This person gave him the time of day when nobody else would in this place. Sure, he's starting to be accepted a little more, but for the longest time that was far from the truth.\n\nHe takes a deep breath and swallows. Arthur leaving was harder to handle than most people Hitoshi's ever known. Hell, he hasn't felt this way since... That day.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"Hope we get... To... *Sigh* Never mind...\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur turns around, hearing his fellow kitsune say something about 'hope.' Arthur still had a few things to say, however, but found it somewhat odd that Mevis had nothing to say. The macen had been silent this entire time, looking crestfallen as can be.*\n\n\"I still think of you guys as friends, though,\" He began. \"Honestly, I wish we couldve spent more time together as a happy party of companions. However, the New Sunlight guild is going to come after me soon after I leave, Id say-\" *He looks at his timepiece.* \"I'd say in about 10 hours, so I've got to make it out of the populated areas before then. I just hope you guys don't come after me; I'd never forgive myself if I ever did harm to any of you two.\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "This... This was all a bit too much for Mevis to take in. His chest hurt, not from physical pain, but to the all too familiar emotional anguish of failing his friend. All this time, Mevis had been focusing on his own life, trying to be a hero, but he couldn't even look after his friends. Just another mark for his hypocrisy.\n\n Mevis couldn't decide which was worse. On one hand Arthur was still alive, but if he truly wanted to be a hero, he would have to bring his close friend to justice. He had killed people who were merely doing their jobs, people who didn't deserve to die, and was now running away instead of facing the consequences. Mevis couldn't help but feel some disgust with his attempt at trying to treat this as some show where he can have some grandiose exit. Yet Mevis couldn't bring himself to hate Arthur. He was one of the first few people looked up to, but he should've known looking back that Arthur had a darker side. When Mevis opted to spare lives if possible, Arthur was all for killing them. Mevis had simple chosen to ignore the signs, and thus it was partly his fault also for letting a friend go down the wrong path, and for that he knew he was going to have to take responsibility. He just hoped he could get Arthur to do the same without resorting the violence, as Mevis was certain he didn't stand a chance against Arthur's magic. Mevis' face would be grim and you could clearly tell he is having a hard time holding back his frustration."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Arthur... I think you know about my goal? Of wanting to be a hero? I... I don't want to see you go. You know what you did was wrong, right? Why not take responsibility... You said you have an excess of wealth right? Maybe you can pay off some of your penalties, negotiate a term. If you make amends, we can maybe hang out again like we used to. You don't need to run away. You shouldn't run away. If you are truly sorry for what you did, you would face this head on. But you don't have to do it alone. I know at the very least I am willing to help you make things right, and don't think it would be a stretch to say Hitoshi feels the same. How does that sound to you Arthur?\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur turned to look at his friend, with a feeling of guilt in his mind. What Mevis had said embodied the feeling of shame he felt lingering from when he had decided to run away from the consequences, the feeling of shame that first arose in his mind when he decided to 'go rogue'. What Mevis said was right; there were a lot of things he had did wrong in the past couple of days, and altogether more missed opportunities to make amends. His heart stung hearing Mevis say he was willing to help him out, as he hadn't expected neither of the two to forgive him for what he had done. However, Arthur did not want to take responsibility for his actions, not yet. He didn't feel like slaving away time at some unknown prison, unable to taste the air of the real world, the warmth of the sun above. Stowing away the shame he felt, he responded, arms down by his side.*\n\n\"Mevis... I'm not saying yes to that offer, as much as it pains me not to. I'm not spending that much time in... Prison. Not if I can help it, which I sure can. I'm not going there in chains, nor anywhere for that matter. I'm really sorry, sorry that I couldn't live up to your ideals, and partly sorry because I let myself down. In a sense, i'm apologizing to both you and myself. So with that being said, I won't turn myself in. I'm not going head on into this, because that'll get me locked up for life.\"\n\n*Turning back towards the forest, he would begin to walk away from the pair, stopping before he reached the woods.*\n\n\"If you guys have nothing left to say, then I'll be heading off. Tell the guild they can try and come after me, I'll be ready for them. Or, do you have anything else you'd like to say?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi scratches at his neck. What was there left to say? What could he say? He'd never dare take Arthur's bounty. He still considers Arthur one of his closest friends, to the point that even the bounty wouldn't get in its way. Hell, if Arthur knew even half the stuff Hitoshi has done...\n\nThere's a chance for redemption. It wasn't as though Hitoshi hadn't been just as cowardly. Hiding from the Irunian government... Surely, if he was caught, his head would be cut clean off and stuck on a pole for all bandits to see. And Hitoshi found himself becoming a better person every day. So it isn't impossible for redemption, at least to a certain extent.\n\nHe walks a little closer to Arthur and grabs him, pulling him into a hug. A bit overly emotional? Yes, but he really was going to miss his fellow Kitsune. After all this time being alone, Arthur had been considered by Hitoshi to be his dearest friend.\n\nAnd now he was going to leave. Probably for a long, long time.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur was taken aback at the sudden embrace he had gotten from Hitoshi. It was a long time since he had felt this... Warm. Even though he had been surrounded in fire for the past 7 years of his life, they never really warmed him as much as this simple gesture had. A hug... This was the first time in many, many years since he had been this close contact with someone outside of a fight.*\n\n*He didn't know how to react; at first, he raised his arms up in surprise, but after a while accepted it, having his arms droop by his sides for a while. Stunned, he returned Hitoshi's gesture with a hug of his own, pulling his fellow kitsune close in an intense embrace. He started to cry; how many eons has it been since he had last shed a tear out of emotion? This raw, pure feeling... It was indescribable.*\n\n*He knew that it would be a hell of a long time before he would see any of the two again, maybe an entire more 7 years would go by. Out of all the people he had met, all the people he had seen; these two were the closest to being his family as one could get. Bog didn't come close. Nox was only an accomplice. Bruna was basically a stranger. Hu Lang was barely memorable. The two right now... He hadn't realized it until then, but they were the last things he had which kept him human, the last things that kept him sympathetic. And Arthur cried at this fact, cried out of pure empathy, cried out into the dark woods. He didn't want to leave them just yet; he had envisioned the three being close buddies with eachother throughout the years, growing old as friends, hanging out at the bar to drink. He didn't expect it to end so soon. He couldn't cope with the fact that come dawn, he wouldn't be around anymore. Things weren't supposed to be like this. Could this be fate, fate writing out the tragedies of the misfortunate, fate casting Arthur to an endless life of loneliness?*\n\n*Arthur didn't know, nor did he care. He wept for the longest time, and wept some more.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would simply grip his fists in frustration with his head held down while Hitoshi was hugging Arthur. It's not like he couldn't understand what Arthur was feeling, and seeing how much he was crying it was clear he genuinely felt bad about what he had done, or at the very least felt like what he had done was not worth what he had lost. \n\nMevis had promised long ago never to cry again, and thus far he had been able to keep that promise with only moderate difficulty. But right now, right here, at this moment, was the hardest it has ever been to keep his vow. There were no words to be said that can relieve the situation, there was nothing they could do to provide hope. But Mevis wanted to provide something, anything, for Arthur to cling onto. Thus, he would look at Arthur and hold a fist up while trying to hold back his tears."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"I'm... I'm going to be a hero you know. It may take a few years, but I will become one eventually. Till then you better not be caught by anyone and don't you dare think about dying either. Cus I, Mevis Malum, will be the one to bring you , Arthur Dax, back on to the right path! Cus that's what a hero would do, and villains don't lose to anyone except heroes! You got that!\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur let go of Hitoshi after a good while. He wiped the tear off his eye, and heard Mevis speak about him becoming a hero, and also about how he's going to bring Arthur back to the right path. With a smile, he gave Mevis a short hug as well, looking him in the eye as he himself began to speak.*\n\n\"I'll- I'll take you up on that offer, Mevis. After all, I am your villain, aren't I?\" He spoke, soon laughing afterwards. He had forgotten how it felt to have friends, to be wanted, or even needed, in this world. After he let go, he held his fist up to Mevis's, tears still swelling up in his eye. He made sure that his fist clashed with his as a signal of a long-lasting friendship, but also as a signal of farewell. He smiled, weakly, before backing off. Holding his hands behind his back, as per Dax decorum, he bowed towards the two, bending low to the ground. \"Thanks, guys. For... Everything, really. As cliche it may sound, It really has been fun.\""
}
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{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis simple nods with a grim smile, still having trouble accepting that this might be the last time in a long while that he will see Arthur. He laughs sadly shaking his head"
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"No need for thanks, we enjoyed your company also. Now don't be going out doing more crimes though, unless you want to make my job that much harder alright? This won't be the last time we meet, remember? So till next time, Arthur. Till next time...\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Yeah, I'll be seeing you two. Take care for me, and watch eachother. By the way, I'll always be doing crimes now, since I've got no other source of income. There's this employer I have... Whoever they are, they're an odd one. It makes me good money, and it keeps me going as well. Anyway, enough said. I look forward to seeing you two grow in the ranks where I couldn't. Take care for me, ok?\"\n\n*Arthur turned and faced the woods, slowly walking into the flora. He took his right hand, and without looking, waved them goodbye. He descended into the darkness of the trees until neither of them could see him, and decided to go seek out another quest from 'the boss.'*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis nods weakly to Arthur's request and would watch Arthur leave, making sure to imprint this image into his memory as it may be a long time till he will ever get to see Arthur again. It was hard to wave goodbye, but Mevis knew it was the only appropriate thing to do, and thus weakly waves his hand at Arthur till he is out of sight. He would not be able to look Hitoshi in the eye, fearing that the emotions may overwhelm him, so he opts to talk while looking straight ahead."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"...So what should we do now...\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi steels himself, trying not to get emotional, and nudges Mevis' arm, motioning back to New Salvania, with a look of sympathy on his face.\n\nIt wasn't easy watching their dear friend go. Hitoshi would probably remember this moment for a long, long time.\n\nHe just wants to leave. There's no point in standing here like idiots. First, though, he tears up the poster of Arthur's bounty finely, very finely, until there's almost naught left but scraps. Hell, he debates swallowing the paper, just so he doesn't leave a trace. But that's... Well, it's silly, for one, and there wasn't much of a point. Somebody will be looking for Arthur Dax. His name was too well known at this point.\n\nHitoshi just throws the scraps away and watches them weakly scatter as they blow away with the wind.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would look up and watch the scatter pieces of paper blow across the wind. It felt symbolic of how he was feeling right now. Torn and fleeting.\n\nMevis would follow Hitoshi, not sure or really caring where he was leading them. He simply needed some more time to clear out his thoughts, and hoped by the time he reached wherever Hitoshi was leading him, he will have regained his composition."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi just leads the two back to New Salvania, dejected but trying his best not to show it.\n\nHe looks at Mevis for a moment, worried for his emotional well-being. Arthur's turn to darkness is obviously weighing on the poor boy. And Hitoshi knows Mevis well enough that he knows that the young martial artist would be blaming himself for everything. Or at least, his pathetically low self esteem would leave him to believe that he was at fault somehow.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would shake his head slowly side to side."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"How can I be? I was too focused on celebrating my own life, that I had failed to make sure my friends were doing alright also. What kind of hero does that...\""
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"Mevis... *Sigh* That is not your fault. That was his choice. Like me... Doing all that... Was my choice. That. Wasn't. Your. Fault.\""
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Evelynn was sitting down in a quarter, rather empty with a table and her ale. Meanwhile two people were brawling, drawing everybody's attention in the tavern.*"
},
{
"author": "naviamerie",
"message": "*An kitsune oriate walked into the tavern. His fur was black and shiny and his tail waved slowly back and forth. He would stare at the brawl for a second before sighing and shaking his head. He found the brawl ridiculous as it was probably over something as trivial one man bumping into another. The kitsune walked over to the bar counter and waited in a chair as the bartender went to deal with the situation*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Eve yawned, feeling bored of them threatning eachother doing nothing. She shot a fire wave gesturing them to start fighting for her entertainment*\n\n\n\n\"You two cant seem to impress a lady~\" \n*She said in a deep feminine voice.*"
},
{
"author": "naviamerie",
"message": "*The kitsune heard her speak and turned toward her. He rolled his eyes and watched as they fought* \"What a horrid woman...\" *He said softly to himself, he held his tail low and shook his head once again* \"What kind of person does that...?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*She smirked, laughing slightly in an evil tone*\n\"Do you have a problem, little thing?\"\n*She stared at him with her red piercing eyes*"
},
{
"author": "naviamerie",
"message": "\"Yes I do,\" *The kitsune said in a cold tone, looking back toward the bar and away from the woman* \"You are quite sadistic, what kind of person makes others fight for their own entertainment? You must highly disappoint the spirits of your ancestors.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*She laughed, mocking the poetic words said by the kitsune*\n\"You think your ancestors give a damn about you..? They are all gone, dead. And I will let you know they fight for my entertainment its their choice. I can ignite this whole world and watch it burn for my entertainment.\" \n*She laughed again looking at the poor little thing*"
},
{
"author": "naviamerie",
"message": "\"The ancestors are our guidance. They walk the earth, not able to be seen by the naked eye. They are here to help us, but it seems they might just see you as a lost cause,\" *He sighed and stood up* \"What an ugly laugh...\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*She finished her ale, sending a purple wave that made the Brawlers stop. She giggled and walked towards him.*\n\"Tell me if your ancestors can stop all this hunger, corruption... Plagues... Perhaps save you~\""
},
{
"author": "naviamerie",
"message": "\"You seemed to have misunderstood completely, they don't save us from anything, only guide us,\" *The kitsune looked over at her with a glare. He was highly annoyed at this point and did not appreciate her walking close to him* \"You don't seem to be very intelligent either. Ever read a book?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Books... What type of books..? The ones that guide you to follow others mistakes... Or books that tell you a story to teach you the values..? Honey... I can melt your face off your tiny shoulders. Nothing holds me but your pretty face~\"\n\n*Her eyes seemed to glow*"
},
{
"author": "naviamerie",
"message": "\"Your threats are as empty as your mind,\" *The kitsune brought out a small paper talisman with a seemingly foreign writing written on one side* \"I would recommend you back away from me. I am not looking for a fight, especially with some perverted, sadist woman.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"How adorable..\" *She said, blowing him a kiss and walking by.*"
},
{
"author": "naviamerie",
"message": "*The kitsune shuddered a bit and sighed. He believed he made a mistake by coming here*"
},
{
"author": "behebutwithacryo8472",
"message": "*Arctic would be entering the bar*\n\n*Arctic would look around before going to sitting down in a empty seat*\n\n*A hour goes by before arctic would leave the bar, he had simply come to chill out, but now he is on the move again*"
}
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{
"author": "duonelaitis",
"message": "*It was a place clustering with different drunks. The dark midnight sky made it easier to see the bright, shining stars that gazed upon the inn. In the middle of the drinking, dancing and what not, was a vampire, he sat on the bar, enjoying his drink.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "**A Tavern usual comes strolling In, Marceline puts her hood down, and smiles at the aesthetic; a little slovenly, but archaic bar for debauchery. She saunters up to the bar, and awaits service while taking up a stool. Next to her, happens to be a stranger, Indulging on their own.**\n\n**For now, Marceline sizes up the Vampire quietly, judging his attire.** \"Tch.\" **She scoffs.**"
},
{
"author": "duonelaitis",
"message": "*The vampire noticed the lass and jumped down from the bar onto the cold, wet wooden ground.*\n\"I didn't expected such attitude from a girl with such an angelic smile.\"\n*He told her while getting closer. The vampire couldn't care less about her, but he was out of his mind with boredom.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "**The flattery Is unexpected, Marceline's smug expression turns Into a coy simper, she blushes at the Vampire, and look straight ahead.** \"Aren't you a charmer?...Thank you.\" **She retorts.** ``Then, a bartender arrives to barter. Marceline orders a mug of Ale. The Bartender Is sent off, with a silver coin.``\n\n**After, Marceline continues to conversate with the Vampire.** \"Cheeky you. How'd you know I'm susceptible to flattery?\""
},
{
"author": "duonelaitis",
"message": "*He called the bartender before he could even leave and ordered a drink.*\n\"I can tell you're into romance by your eyes. Quite beautiful eyes actually.\"\n*He now had one of his hands on her waist.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "**Marceline actually puts a hand flat against his chest, to halt any further unwanted touching, despite Its charm. She chuckles, and Inches herself away from the Vampire.** \"Ha! Tell me something I don't know lad? Call It conceit If you will, I'm hard to get.\""
},
{
"author": "duonelaitis",
"message": "\"I've noticed... Thank you\"\n*He took the ordered drink and after taking a sipped the man asked.*\n\"So, what's a girl like you doing in a dump like this?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "``The Bartender that served the Vampire, also leaves behind a mug of Ale, Amber In colour and frothy.`` **Marceline takes her mug, and scarfs down two gulps, she wipes her mouth after, and continues to regale the suave Vampire.**\n\n\"Mm-I'm here all the time. Always craving a drink. That reminds me, I need to purchase myself a canteen soon... Hmph.\" **Marceline leans against the bar, mulling over some thoughts. She glances at the Vampire, who's name she knows not yet, and smirks.** \"What's a... Character like you doing In this *Dump?*\""
},
{
"author": "duonelaitis",
"message": "\"Franco. Sorry... Nothing really, just working.\"\n*He once again took another sip. His red eyes glanced down at the girls boots and right back up.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "**At a glance, one might be able to tell that Marceline Is a woman of adventure—or something of the sort, she's certainly dressed for dares. Her boots are thick leather, and hide, the Inside comfortably padded with cotton and linen. They're weathered like crazy as well.** \"Franco, I'm Marceline. You said you work here? Or... You're on work time?\""
},
{
"author": "duonelaitis",
"message": "**Now he had finished drinking, he slammed the glass bottle on the bar. Some beer spilled on his formal tunic.**\n\"Yeah I'm here for... Work\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "**Marceline takes another drink of her Ale, her mug Is half empty, a few lines of froth are left on her lips, she licks It away.** \"Ahh. Work you say? I also happen to be looking for work! For the right price I'm yours, for *Almost* Anything.\""
},
{
"author": "duonelaitis",
"message": "**He all of a sudden had that nasty, small smile.**\n\"For a right price huh?\"\n**He pulled out a silver coin and slammed it on the table.**\n\"Well. I better get going now!\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "**Marceline tilts her head, she furrows her brow, and scoffs.** \"What are you, on the lam? So urgently deserting me?...Well then, toodle-pip and cheerio, mate!\" **She waves, then continues with her Ale, there's roughly two drinks left. She's watching Franco expectanlty.**"
},
{
"author": "duonelaitis",
"message": "**He backs off and starts heading for the exit. Suddenly a drunk slams into him, he pushes the drunken away. His tunic's back was now a bit lifted, and there the adventurous girl could clearly see a bag of silver coins that the vampire took from her when putting his hand on her waist.**"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "**Marceline watches Franco saunter away from their spot at the bar, she's sipping the last drops of her Ale. Then, she sees Franco bump Into a drunkard! She has the right mind to burst out laughing, but she remains composed, especially when she realizes what's In his hand, that formerly was on her person.** \"Inconceivable!\"\n\n**Marceline slams her empty mug on the bar, and checks her belongings. A bag of silver missing? She growls.** \"Bloody hell. Bollocks. Cockamamie!\" **Then she casually strolls after the Vampire, remaining hopefully Inconspicuous.**"
},
{
"author": "duonelaitis",
"message": "**The leaving, now hurrying vampire noticed the angered lady and was quite surprised by the difficult words she had no problem pronouncing, a rare can even read, let alone talk like she does. He couldn't understand a word she said.**\n\"What the fuck is she saying?\"\n**Upon looking back and seeing her rushing, he used his air macen flexibility to jump out of the window that was nearer him and start to flee.**"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "``Lmao, that be the angry British vernacular!``"
},
{
"author": "duonelaitis",
"message": "**He glanced back one more time to check if she's followed.**"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "**Marceline Increases her pace, seeing Franco cowardly flee from her by leaping out of a window. She curses under her breath.** \"Damn It! Making me work for my own silver?...He's going to get It alright!\" **She hisses, proceeding to vault through the window after Franco, giving chase. She breaks Into running.**\n\n\"Come back here you no good pickpocket!! I should've known!\" **Yells Marceline, who's Indeed pursuing the Vampire. She's got her hood up as well.**"
},
{
"author": "duonelaitis",
"message": "**He now had stopped. He already knew that the lass is going to chase him down due to her... Obtrusively energetic behaviour. He turned around and that made the girl stop just in front of him.**\n\"You're a charmer.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "**Marceline skids to a halt, dirt dust puffed up below her knees, she's glaring at Franco, one of her hands are near the hilt of a sheathed dagger.** \"Quiet you thief. Give It back now. I'm not friendly about this one bloody bit!\" **She growls.** \"Come on then. Fess up.\""
},
{
"author": "duonelaitis",
"message": "**He smiled and pulled out his longsword.**\n\"I'll go easy on you.\"\n**He got into posision**"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "**Marceline shakes her head, her other hand reaches for another hilt on the other side of her waist. She unsheathes her shortsword and dagger! And gets Into a dueling stance.** \"Your finesse Is commendable, but worth nothing In the end! Prepare to bleed, fiend.\" **She narrows her eyes, glaring daggers at Franco.**\n\n**Marceline boasts her own finesse, by twirling her dagger around, flair and Intricacy.**\n\n**Marceline makes the first move! She's quick on her feet, she moves In towards Franco, who's awaiting her attack, and swipes the blade of her short sword at his wrists!**"
},
{
"author": "duonelaitis",
"message": "**It did strike his chest, but a quick kick to the stomach kept her away, he raised his longsword for an attack**"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "``We can continue then?``\n\n**Marceline grunts at the shoving of her stomach, she steps back In preparation for Franco's longsword. It's an obvious attack, coming straight at her from above, no real finesse behind It, so Marceline easily crosses her short sword and dagger to catch his longsword In a parry! Then she advances, pushing forward to riposte after the parry, driving her short sword's sharp tip towards his chest to Impale!**"
},
{
"author": "duonelaitis",
"message": "**Looking at the now knocked back girl, while holding his wounds he thought of the consequences. Something he rarely does. He put his sword back in his scabbard and tossed the lass her pouch.**"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "**Marceline retracts her short sword, the tip of It shining with blood, she smirks and wipes It away with her sleeve. After sheathing her weapons, Marceline picks up her silver pouch, and stores It In her side-satchel.** \"Sorry I had to tear your... Opulent tunic, mate. Still looks fancy! Just needs a tailor. Next time you'll think twice about stealing from *Me!*\"\n\n**She dusts herself off.**"
},
{
"author": "duonelaitis",
"message": "**He smiles while also cleaning up.**\n\"Till our paths meet again, and they will. So long...\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Tch! As If. Curse you, for ruining my drink Franco. If we ever cross paths again I expect a pleasant salutations and that's that.\" **Marceline bobs a curtsey to Franco, before she starts to walk away.** \"Toodle-oo!\" **Marceline disappears Into Salvainia, to be encountered by someone else.**"
}
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