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[ { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "**Tavish was there at a table of the tavern semingly getting himself drunk after a good ol' day of work, he spilled barely half of the bottle of beer he tried to drink whille having is helmet on his head**" }, { "author": "dannyy_uwu", "message": "*Clancy happened to be the unlucky elf to sit riight next to him, since the inns were usually full and packed, so he had two options, either stand up and have nowhere to sit, or just try to keep calm, hopefully, the stranger wouldn't spill the beer onto his clothes. He grunted, sitting still as he looked around*." }, { "author": "bugguy", "message": "At the same table besides the two is a single, average sized Qua. A flax hat spun out of straw is placed atop her head, two thin antennae poking out backwards. A dull common dress hides her light colored body while two pairs of hands dig into a leather backpack. The pack, settled in her lap, contained all of her possessions, including a water skin that one of the exoskeletal hands pulls out.\n\nContent, the other three hands closed the pack as dark brown compound eyes observed the roughed up water skin. A few glances were taken towards the other two strangers at the table, so the female clears her throat.\n\n\"Busy business today, isn't it?\" A soft voice comes forth. Petal white hands moved to her lap with the water skin. \"This is my first time here.\" She further addresses to both before taking a gander around the building's interior." }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "**Tavish put's the, now empty, bottle of beer on the table and remove is helmet to first of all take a big gulp of air and second being able to answer the lady revealing what seems to be an unusual accent** \"It's usualy always this busy humm... Ma'm..? \"*Hick* \"...Oh bloody hell i spilled half of me bottle o' beer\"" }, { "author": "dannyy_uwu", "message": "*The dark-skinned elf chuckled at the man's manners before saying, clearly and loudly* \"I do not usually go to the inn, but find the athmosphere rather joyfull... At least when it isn't as busy as today\" *The boy smiled, one of his eyes closed in a challenging, and provokative way, even though he didn't mean to intimidate or frighten someone*\n\n*The elf lowered his cloack, revealing his snow-white hair and brown horns as he looked onto the lady with the same challenging expression* \"My name is Clancy, de Luca, Rossi!\" *He smiled, usually he didn't introduce his middle name, but decided that it sounded fancier and brighter*\n\n\"And you?\" *He shot his eyes at the Qua, then back at the stranger sitting aside himself*." }, { "author": "bugguy", "message": "\"Is it this busy always? Interesting.\"\nTwo hands fixed the top of her hat as the head darted towards the Elf's direction.\n\n\"Clancy? What a beautiful name. I'm Chitan. Are you an Elf?\"\nHer mouth parts move as she speaks, mandibles clacking together aloud. Momentarily does she allow herself to take a sip from her flask." }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "**Tavish took a tissue from the inside of his right glove and started cleaning the beer out of his helmet**\"Oh and by de way, my name tavish, Tavish Finnegan De\"*Hick*\"Groot\" **He says whille looking around whit his only eye.**" }, { "author": "dannyy_uwu", "message": "*The elf smiled slightly when Chitan complimented his name* \"Uhmmm, yeah, i am an elf, but two clear things distinguishes me from all the other steppe elves!\" *He smiled, pointing at his horns with a smug smile, then pointing to the black marks on his face. He then turned to the man on his left* \"Nice to meet you, Tavish\" *He then realized that he didn't greet Chitan properly* \"And you too, Chitan\"" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "**Tavish looks at the empty bottle weirdly as if he was seing 2 bottle insted of 1 the he quickly chake his head**\"Haye kid mind give me a hand and do a short arm wrestel whit me to see if i aint' totaly weaked out by de bottle o' beer i just drank" }, { "author": "dannyy_uwu", "message": "*He gulped, not expecting that at all. Sure, he would help him, but he knew he was going to lose, he wasn't strong at the very least, and the fact that the man in front of him was twice his weight didn't help at all* \"Uhmmm... Sure, i'll try my best!\" *He threw him a challenging look*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "**Tavish removed his left glove and put his left hand on the table, giving at the same time a wink whit his right eye, being on a angle where the qua couldn't see it** \"Ready kid?\"" }, { "author": "dannyy_uwu", "message": "*He narrowed his eyes at the taller and overall bigger man* \"I'm no boy..\" *He mumbld before placing his arm down on the table and grabbing the cyclop's bigger hand*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "**As soon as clancy grabed tavish's hand he started the countdown** \"3...2...1...\"*Hick*\"Go!\" **Tavish faked trying to beat clancy in this arm wrestle giving of course a big advantage to clancy .**" }, { "author": "dannyy_uwu", "message": "*He gulped, tensing his muscles up as he got ready, leaning over the table a bit as he sighed, pulling on his hand, even though he is considered to be kind of weak for an elf, he could still manage to slowly and weakly drag it down as he grunted*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "**Of course since tavish wasn't trying he lost** \"Hey, good job kid, and dont be offended by me callin' ya kid, i call barely everyone kid.\"" }, { "author": "dannyy_uwu", "message": "*He smiled, satisfied with himself as he felt quite confident, not even spotting that the cyclop was pretending* \"Hmph! Fine, you can call me a kid, but as you see, i still beat you!\"" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "**Tavish whaited somme second, probably to think of something else to do and then he reached under is chair looking for something** \"Hey kid, want another challenge?\"" }, { "author": "dannyy_uwu", "message": "*He turned back around to him, tilting his head to the side* \"I'm interested... Go on\" *The elf mused, trying to see what he was doing*." }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "**Tavish took 2 bottle of beer from under his chair and gave one to clancy**\"The one that gulp it down the fastest win.\"" }, { "author": "dannyy_uwu", "message": "*His eyes widened slightly as he put his hand up to the bottle, shaking his head no* \"Sorry, sire, i d-don't really drink\"" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "**Tavish oppend his bottle**\"Heh, you're a smart kid i'll give ye' that **Tavish gulp down the bottle like it was lemonade**" }, { "author": "dannyy_uwu", "message": "*He chuckled, he definately wouldn't win this race, would he?* \"Well, i feel like i would lose this one even if i drank\"" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "**Tavish shruged whille putting the other empty bottle on the table**\"You probably wouldn't have\"*Hick*\" Won this one\"*Hick*\"Mind giving me back the bottle?\" **Even tough of the big amount of alcohol he drank it doesn't seem to have affected too much his ability to speak and stay upright**" } ]

[ { "author": "Lucil Awanion", "message": "*A pale man walked into the tavern, his hand groping his pouch of what seemed to be money before taking a seat at one of the bar stools. The merchant fellow ordered a brew of honey mead and once he got the drink, took a large sip out of it like it was water.*" }, { "author": "dannyy_uwu", "message": "*The elf handed the cyclop his bottle of beer as he turned around, dragging his cloack back on as he noticed the man come in, turning around to spectate the stranger. Why did he pull his cloack back on? To hide his horns and hair, probably, since it's considered strange and divine, which can cause conflict based on appearance*." }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "**Tavish took the bottle to then quickly open and drink it,he then looked at clancy then at lucil** \"Hello\" *Hick* \"There, what's y'a name kiddo?\" **He then turned back to clancy** \" And why did y'a\" *Hick*\"Put ye cloack back on kid?\"" }, { "author": "sinnnowo", "message": "*The male was dressed in a white button up shirt with a faded blue leather vest,* How the fuck he got blue leather is beyond me, *Tied together by a piece what appeared to be thick string that held potions and pouches of a range of things, along with gray pants that were cuffed above his knees and to top it off, wore out leather boots.*\n\n*He turned to the stranger with right hand still holding his mead.* 'Hello, I'm Lucil.' *He smiled wearily, obviously tired from a long day of work. The man looked at the pair of individuals, getting a good view at who he was talking to.*" }, { "author": "dannyy_uwu", "message": "*The elf himself was dressed into a dark blue cloack, with a snow-white cotton shirt and dark-blue pants, as also a thin layer of boiled leather armour with shoulderpads, his feet being hugged by his hunting shoes with a bow and quiver on his back and a dagger on his belt. His cloack blocked Lucil from seeing his face entirely, he was only able to discover that the stranger's skin was a bit dark\n\nHe looked up at Lucil, quietly whispering to Tavish* \"I don't know him, so i don't want to conceal my identitiy..\" *He said, not breaking eye-contact with the stranger before he smiled in relief* \"My name is Clancy, de Luca, Rossi!\" *He reached his hand out for a handshake*." }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "**Tavish put the empty beer bottle on the table making a total of 3 empty bottle, after that he decided to put back his metall glove on his left hand letting clancy do the handshake** \" He ye do\" *Hick* \"Ye kid\" **Said tavish whit a jockingly tone, since he doesnt realy know tavish either** \"Never understood much \"*Hick*\"Why so many god damn townsfolk cares about keeping theyr \"*Hick*\"Identity secret when they often give of so much of theyr personality by just \"*Hick*\"Speakin'.\"" }, { "author": "sinnnowo", "message": "*He hesitantly shook the elf's hand after he placed his drink on the counter, his hand was rough and a bit bruised, most likely from some like of work.* 'Nice to meet you Clancy..'" }, { "author": "dannyy_uwu", "message": "*He didn't squeeze his hand too hard as he noticed the bruises, lowering back his hood as he smiled, revealing his horns and white hair, his blue eyes scanning the stranger. He patted the space near him* \"Mind sitting down with us?..\"" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "**After finishing to put his glove on he took his helmet and put it on the table to see if there was any left alcohol from when he spilled half of a bottle**\"Oh and by de\" *Hick*\"My name is tavish, Tavish Finnegan DeGroot,did something happent to ye\" *Hick*\"Kiddo? I see somme bruise on ya hand.\"" }, { "author": "sinnnowo", "message": "'No not really, just work.' *He wasn't lying entirely, he did get m o s t of the bruises for working and gathering ingredients, others were from a very.. Uncooperative customer. He took a seat with the two and took his mead with him.*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "**Tavish raise his only eyebrow**\" Ye know i'm a\" *Hick*\" Knight,it's kinda my job to help the townfolks,so if something happend to ye, ye got to \"*Hick*\" Report it to one of us, even if whe seem drunk or alwredy doin' somethin'.\"" }, { "author": "Lucil Awanion", "message": "'It's fine, really!' *He smiled and waved his hand dismissively. His other hand was playing around with his ear piercing of some kind, looked custom made.*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "\"Hmmrm\"**Tavish started to look lucil again looking more for the details, then he saw the piercing,mostly because lucil was playing around whit it but that's not the point**\"Heh\"*Hick*\" That's a nice lookin' piercing ,is it a scythe? Last time time i saw a weapon-earing someone \"*Hick*\"Tried to stab me whit it and how to say a small dagger dont do much against a steel amor.\"" }, { "author": "sinnnowo", "message": "'Thank you and yes it is.' *He smiled at the mans compliment, continuing to play with the steel piercing, the chain softly clinking together as it was handled. Lucil would summon his weapon but he was still getting used to balancing it, and it was pretty fuckin big.*" } ]

[ { "author": "dannyy_uwu", "message": "*The boy looked over Lucil for all of that time, inspecting the newcomer in intrest. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the man's custom made scythe* \"Whoa..\" *He whispered. He never got to see hand-made jewelry, especially piercings, although he has horns, the idea of something piercing your ear and hanging there is terrifying to him*." }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "**Tavish after verifying his helet putted hit back on his head, at the same time if a townsman or townswoman need his help he need to wear his full armor so they can recognise him as a knight!**" }, { "author": "sinnnowo", "message": "*He smiled and stopped playing with his piercing, instead taking a large sip out of his honey mead. Lucil sighed softly before resting his chin on his palm, thinking about tomorrows work and the day ahead.*" }, { "author": "dannyy_uwu", "message": "*He sighed, getting quite bored by now as he rested his head on the table, his eyes closed*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "**Tavish took out his shield had put under his chair and stood up remembering something important, all whille talking to himself**\"Oh bloddy hell i gotta get back home or my ma' is gonna give me an earfull\"**Tavish was bolting to the exit, trying to get home the fastest possible**" } ]

[ { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres's foot collided the door with a thud as he kicked it open with violent intent, as he entered the tavern onlookers would see a fairly tall fire macen, he wore a black poncho with gold roses sewn in a v shape across the neck, his brown skin bringing out the golden glow in a singular eye, the other eye was obscured with healed over flesh from a past scar that ran length ways, the pupil grey and colorless. Tieres looked back and forth making sure all eyes were on him after his over the top entrance, making eye contact with everyone who stared his way. Once Tieres felt he had the crowds attention, he walked towards the bar, and dropped 2 gold at the counter*\n\n\"**Rum, for the rest of the night straight to my table.**\" \n\n*With that, he walked to the back of the tavern, finding an obscure table in the corner, sitting down and putting his legs up on the table, leaning back.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*As Maximus walked up toward the taverns entrance he notices a sizable footprint on the door and kinda squinted at it confused but not concerned he pushes open the door with it slowly closing behind him he wears Woolen Garments, Leather Boots , A thin Gambeson, with a nice looking pare of steel custom gloves with irregular 6inch retractable blades in the end, he walked up to the bar and takes a seat calling over the bartender* \n\"Can I just get some ale and whatever meat ya can cook up\"\n\n*He says while dropping one gold coin, he then turns around and scans the room looking at everyone around the room*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres noticed the figure, but mostly because of their strange gloves, he eyed it with a contemplative look on his face.* \n\n\"**Hey Stranger! With the weird gloves!**\" \n\n*Tieres yelled out, ushering him to come closer before taking his feet off the table and leaning forward, taking a sip from his tankard of rum*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Maximus eyes slowly raised and looked around*\n\n\"Me?\" \n\n*He said looking around looking at and slowly stands up*\n\n\"Do ya need something?\"\n\n*Maximus says pointing at himself with a confused look on his face*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres hisses at the dopey nature of the response, his patience seemingly waning for no real reason* \n\n\"**Just get over here and sit.**\" \n\n*Tieres began aggressively gulping down his rum now, as if the act was performative*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Maxamis slowly walks over to him, navigating his way around all the tables and takes a seat at his table and kinda looks around still confused* \n\n\"So umm what do ya want?\"\n\n*He says while watching him gulp down the rum aggressively*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres spits through his teeth in a gesture of either disrespect for the person in front of him, or for the establishment, his single eye wonders at location a few feet around Maximus, as if he's looking for something, before meeting Maximus's eyes,* \n\n\"**Where did ya get those?**\" \n\n*As he leans back elbows behind his head on the chair, he points a single finger at his gloves.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*He raises his hand to show him the gloves*\n\n\"They are custom made given to me by my relatives, they are for my claws\"\n\n*He then extends his claws and they are 6 inches long but with that extends 5 irregular blades coming from the glove*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres's eye almost glows with childlike ire, a devilish smile appears on his face as he reaches out to gently hold one of the gloves in both his hands* \n\n\"**Could punch a man to death in way less then 10 punches with this thing, can we trade relatives?**\" \n\n*Tieres never take his eyes from the gloves as he talks, fully entranced*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Hey man if you wanna go and dig him up sure be my guest\"\n\n*He says while leaning back in the chair* \n\nBut unless ya got claws the blades won't come out*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres too leans back, taking a slow sip from the rum Tankard before realising it was finished, he snapped towards the bar, a startled bartender coming forward to take his cup away* \n\n\" **Heh, I'd dig up the cursed body of the old Silnari king for one of those. What brings someone of youre... Ilk out to these parts of the world.**\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Maximus quickly ask the bartender for some tough meat and some ale before the man went back to the bar* \" I was out here hunting some convicts with a friend of mine and well just ended up here\"" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*The bartender arrives with their drinks and food, at first he seems fairly relaxed if not a bit nervous, Tieres gives him a stare and all of a sudden the man is running away from their table before he can say a word* \n\n\"**How's a cat like you get a friend around these parts, unless you brought a cat with you. Anyway its funny you mention convict hunting, believe it or not, I just had the same sort of gig, brutal job out in the desert near the beast kin lands, was just a road stop truth be told, got a, big money plan in mind**\"\n\n*Tieres watches the man, trying to gauge his reaction from the mention of some kind of grand plan*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Maximus takes a bite clean out of his meat with ease due to his abnormally strong bite even for his race, and when Maximus hears about this mans big plan he nods slightly sorta intrigued by this mans plans* Wow, ya must be making a boat load of money for that you must love it, do ya do it alone?\"" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres begins to wave his hand side to side and shake his head* \n\n\"**No, no, I haven't put it into action yet, that's why its a plan, I got an idea for a big money scheme, an untapped market if you will. I need associates, nothing urgent, long term, but people to call on when it gets going, you seem, adequate, unless you just look the tough guy.**\" \n\n*Tieres ran out of rum once again, he simply held his cup up as if offering it to a god, and the bartender came without any eye contact to take the cup away* \n\n\"**You interested?**\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Hmmmmm sounds nice I'm interested just go into details about it\"\n*He says taking another bit*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres grins slightly, no longer sitting back, he's fully attentive* \n\n\"**The way I see it, with the Salvanian Empire getting uppity again, the Itchunisians finally getting their shit together and the Lymian dark elves maybe getting a little revenge , everyones gonna start shitting on the high elves front lawn, The humans want the land probably, and the dark elves wanna get even, but most importantly, the beastkin, they want to free their brethren, they want their slaves back, so the way this is going is, by the time the war is over, there isn't gonna be anymore slaves. Now, ever the wise opportunist yours truly is, since us common folk don't really have any slave stocks and property, the only way we make money of this... Commodity, is if we liberate and ransom the slaves, you think the families back home wouldn't want to be reunited with their old cousins and kids? Think about it, we liberate the slaves under the cover of night, ransom them back to the families, get the cash and we become heroes, its not just lucrative, its exclusive if we get on it quickly, nobody else is crazy enough to step up to the elves, but the elves are cocky, they're coddled, and they think they're safe, they're not safe, not for long. If we have our way.**\" \n\n*Tieres leans back after finishing, seemingly proud of the pipe dream he put forward*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*A smile on Maximus face quickly turns to a frown*\n\" So you want to y'all slaves and have there family's pay to get them back... That's... Disgusting, and well horrible, the slaves shouldn't have to be bought by there families, I'm sorry but now I have to decline , I'm not interested in that line of business\"" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres sighs leaning back, a smile on his face as he puts a finger to his head in a thoughtful gesture*\n\n\"**Thought you'd say that, fair enough, takes a lot of heart, or lack of it to make money these days, alas, the world needs good people, as much as it needs uh, unsavoury types. Names Tieres by the way.**\"\n\n*Tieres extends a hand out for a handshake*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Maximus the names Maximus\"\n*He goes to shake his hand*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres shakes his hand, his tone fairly neutral almost friendly*\n\n\"**You from round here? Or you a traveler too?**\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Well yeah ima traveler too just came here for a quick job before I plan to head back out into the world and see where it leads me\" \n*He says taking a sip of his ale*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "\"**Where you from then Maxi? And where you going? Truth be told I got a specific set of skills that im starting to tire of not using.**\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"I'm actually live in the wilds in a cottage I own and I was just gonna head back after the job and decided to stop here for a drink\"" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres began laugh, shaking his head back and forth, putting his palm to his head as he closed his eyes* \n\n\"**You some kind of Hermit or something? How's a cat like you afford a house out here? Never heard that one before, live in a cottage, does your mother make you dinner once you get back from a merc run?**\" \n\n*Tieres snickered to himself while sipping from his rum, the whole idea seemingly outlandish to him*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Maximus sighs* \" No actually, I cook my own food make my own money and we'll live my own life and we'll my life definitely well hmmm the scent of it is a lot better then well umm other people\"" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres still lightly giggling looks off into the distance, his eyes seemingly on something else*\n\n\"**That sounds cute and all truthfully, to be able to settle down and relax after it all, you are a truly blessed soul, it seems no matter what you have a place to go back too.**\" \n\n*Tieres sighs, his eyes seem full of longing now, as if he was jealous, but not aggressively so, more like he was sad he didn't have what Maximus had* \n\n\"**The hunt calls me to a place that is always moving.**\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Maximus sighs* \n\" It's not all good seeing you people everyday being mistreated or in the slums it's can be stressful at times\"" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres looks down, seemingly in thought for a few seconds at what Maximus said* \n\n\"**Believe it or not I was on the other side of the continent a few months ago, you should see what your people are doing over there, you ever been to Itchsunia, the beastkin got a real big thing going on over there, times are changing, the merchants quarter of the capital there is the most poles up any asses I've ever seen in one place, I'm telling you the money is there, you wanna go where the world is moving? You go to the beastkin lands, you ever been? Cool Place.**\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Maximus nods a little in responds to him* \"I can say I have it seems I have mostly been over on this side of the continent, never really thought about going over there\"" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "\"**Crazy Place I tell ya, the drinks are cheap too, soon enough when they expand, i might as well just circle the place like a vulture, money in the people means money in my pockets, paid or taken, if you catch my drift**\" \n*Tieres smirks at his own last statement, holding his up out into the air, only for a bartender to come and take it mere seconds later*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Hmmm you seem to follow anywhere where the money is don't ya... Seems like an adventures life don't ya think\" * He says taking another sip of ale before putting it down*" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "\"**It motivates many, but not all, what motivates you Maximus?**\" \n\n*As Tieres asks he recieves a new cup, and begins swirling it intensely back and forth, as if it was a nervous tick.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Maximus sighs* \n\" Well to be honest, I don't know, I guess I'm just trying to find my place in the world\"" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres lets out an odd giggle, deep and mischievous, all of a sudden slamming a dagger straight from his belt into the table* \n\n\"**You pile up enough gold, or spill enough blood, you get a seat at any table, if you got the guts, but maybe you don't have the heart, maybe that fancy glove is just for show?**\"\n\n*Tieres takes the dagger back, as he leans away he has a devilish smile across his face,* \n\n\"**Or maybe you got the heart, heh, if you want to prove yourself, its out there, the border of the beastkin tribes and itchsunia, its a bloodbath out there, the heart of the god damn civilised world,death and money, and I love it.**\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*He takes the final sip of his ale and raises it signaling to the bartender for another*\n\" Well I have been thinkng about moving In just haven't gotten around to it yet or I haven't had to urge to move\"" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*With that statement Tieres shoots up to his feet, fixing his rum stained clothes and beginning to walk past Maximus, a wistful smile on his face* \n\n\"**You know what they say, stay in one place long enough and the world moves right past you.**\"\n\n*Tieres begins to leave, giving one last glance as he stands before the door of the tavern.* \n\n\"**Stay safe, Maximus, cold world out there, and I ain't talking about the weather.**\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "** Maximus waves to him as he leaves** \" Yeah man you stay safe too, don't end up up dead out there become rich and get lots of wemon\" ** He says while winking to him**" }, { "author": "timeforthepercolator", "message": "*Tieres shakes his head at the odd statement, leaving with a wave through the door, kicking it open and once again drawing the eyes of everyone in the tavern. Before disappearing into Salvainia*" } ]

[ { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Tavish was in the tavern, at the same spot as last,time, the only difference being that this time he hasn't started to drink... Yet,but he still of course as multiple bottle of beer whaiting for him to just gulp them up like he's a fish and it's watter!*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*A horse gallops through the streets of the city. The many common folk that walked about and discussed were taken by surprise at the sudden rush of this unknown person through the streets. Some were quick to sway to the sides, others would topple over one another, and some hid under counters and took cover. Whatever the case was, the rider was in a hurry, and his destination was all too clear.\n\nOnce the tavern's sign was clear in sight, the gallop of the horse had tuned down a few paces, to the point where it was twice the slower from the previous rush. At this point, those that hid and were unable to witness the facial features of the man, could now lay their eyes well on him. Wearing a muscled cuirass, with a helmet whose tail flowed on every breeze and a regal white cloak that covered his left side, the young and seemingly beautiful male figure came to a halt before the tavern. The many citizens would gasp and question the origins of this mysterious person. Many-a adventurers have passed here, but little looked like him. He was a foreigner in a foreign land, but he held himself high up like if he were a regular.*\n\n*Whatever the case was, he would drop off his steed, tying the leather strap to a wooden railing used to hold horses at bay, proceeding to the tavern's entrance with a stern expression on his face. He showed no anxiety, no fear, only iron bravery.\n\nA swing of his arm, and the doors to the tavern would slam open. His rushing boot covered feet stomping across the tavern. He had an arm placed well on the sheath of his blade that rested to his side, a show of readiness at any first sign of conflict. Those inside would look onto him with weary eyes. Small whispers and talks were held at different tables, varying discussions of who he was, what he did and what he wanted.\n\nAlas, he came to a halt before the counter, and there he talked over with the barkeeper... Tavish, who sat at his spot, would barely hear the talks, they were quiet... But he could see the keeper nod and go off into the back... The man, meanwhile, sat by the counter and merely waited. His eyes facing only one direction.*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Tavish saw the man open the door in a quite brutal manner, though tavish didn't seem frighten nor is he intersted in the man or any of his buisness, well that is as long as he doesn't cause any problem of course,this is where avish would have to stop the man and lock him up, but for now tavish just removed his helmet and opened up on of his bottle of beer and gulped it down as if it was lemonade, while keeping his only eye out on the stranger,as much as tavish knows he could still attack at any moment and he had a hand dangerously closed to his blade...*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*And so the both of them sat... The man that had brutally made his entrance and had sat down by the counter, silently waiting... Did just that. He waited. He had no need to do anything out of the ordinary. He merely sat there and waited for his order to arrive. A few curious eyes still lingered on the man from the many locals that had drank. The entire tavern was quiet ever since he came. He was a mysterious man to them, not one to be seen so casually around, rarely with the kind of armor that he wears.\n\nAs the silence prolonged, and others went about their business... Both Tavish and the man would have a lingering feeling of danger... And that moment, a loud boom of the door being slammed would resonate again. Three figures entered, feet trampling on the wooden board below. Two of them were casually garbed with cloaks and wearing some classical gambesons. They were normal in build and look, nothing too unusual... But the last one? The last one was fat. An overweight man, red in the face like a tomato, fuming with anger as he looked around. A sword was in his hand, unsheathed as his frenzied look scanned the tavern.*\n\n\"Wher' is he?! Wher' is tha' son-o'-a biatch!!\"\n\n*The commoners were confused, and scared as well. Some took to not responding and merely minding their own business. Others shrugged and some slowly made their way out around the back door. It was obvious that the rather overweight man was looking for someone... Yet why was he looking for someone? Well, not a short moment ago, the mystery man was galloping across the streets like crazy, and the fat man found himself in the middle of the road, got trampled and was left there. His comrades managed to get him out, but once he woke, he was mad like hell.\n\nEventually, the fat man would lay his eyes on the one he was looking for the entire time...*\n\n\"You...!!\"\n\n*He pointed his sword, shaking the edge towards him.*\n\n*At that time, the mysterious man's beverages and food had arrived. The barkeeper, uninformed on the events and just now arriving, was shocked and shaking at the sight of the overweight man. The mysterious man took notice of this and looked at him with his stern look.*\n\n\"Keeper, you know of this fool?\"\n\n*The barkeeper nodded, quivering. He would speak his words with a stuttering voice.*\n\n\"A- Aye... H- He's one of t- th- the local brigands... Th' boss of 'em, rather! O-o-oh... You are in trouble, my friend! I urge you... Just give him what he wishes for...! A- and he will leave you alone! Please, I seek no blood to stain these floors!\"\n\n*The mysterious man merely raised a hand. It was enough to silence the baffled keeper. He did not seem to understand what this meant. Yet he would soon understand fully, as the mysterious rose slowly to his full height, turning to face the overweight fool.\n\nBy the time he had done so, the brigand leader would have trampled with his flailing arms right in front of him. The edge of his sword swung wide suddenly, but stopped immediately right below the throat of the man.\n\nThe cold, unrelenting eyes of his would meet the gaze of the frenzied brigand.*\n\n\"You... You cheeky dog, aye?! Ya think you can just trample me ovah like that!? Enter my turf an' get all rousey with yer bloody entrance, eh!? Try'na make yerself a tough lad, huh!? HUH!?\"\n\n*The man only stood there, watching him with his eyes that relayed no emotions. The fat man smiled a bit, starting to chuckle. The chuckle was soon followed by the two of his companions before a sharp \"SILENCE!\" From their leader put them in place.*\n\n\"A'ight, tough boy... If ya think yourself so mighty...\"\n\n*The leader lowered his blade slowly, cheekily smiling as he did so, his eyes still locked with those of the man... When he suddenly swayed back, throwing a fist! The man would take a step back, leaning backwards as the punch barely missed, sending the fat buffoon off his feet and stumbling forward. The man used this opportunity and placed a foot right below the foe's, tripping him over.\n\nMeanwhile, the two other men were ready to take out their swords and enter combat with the man... This was Tavish's moment. Will he sit and watch? Or will he stand and fight?*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Tavish sigh as he put back his helmet,get up and trows a bottle at one of the men face whit a lot of strenght and impresive precision for someone who just gulped down an intire bottle of beer in mere seconds,tavish then started to talk calmly as he seemed to have goten a habit from doing stuff like that over and over*\n\n\"Hey big guy,i'll give ye a choice, you either be a good boi and surender, or you can just make my job a bit harder.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*And so the scene was set. The ruffians versus the two men that now stood against them. The two of the henchmen were reading to charge the mystery man by the counter, whose hand was now resting on the hilt of his blade, whilst the fat guy that got tripped was still struggling to get up.\n\nEither way, he would bellow out orders as soon as he could, yelling and lashing out for his two men to charge now and gut the man for good... Until a bottle didn't smack him hard in the face. Suddenly, eyes were diverted to Tavish. The two henchmen were confused, but also angered, and the mystery man had a small, yet unnoticeable, smile.\n\nSoon enough, one of the two thugs would take out his short sword and dart at Tavish, his blade drawn out as he tried to slice downwards. He bellowed a cry as he rushed down at him.\n\nMeanwhile, the mystery man smacked the fat man once more on the face with his foot, before going off to deal with the other thug, that now swiftly moved forward, his blade thrust right at the exposed right arm of the mystery man. As soon as the blade seemed to connect, with astonishing quickness, the mystery man drew his xiphos and easily parried it, sending him off balance and hitting the counter.\n\nIt was an all out brawl. Many fled, some stuck around and watched, and some even began their own fights! The barkeeper was quivering behind the counter as he awaited the situation to hopefully die down...*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Tavish looked at the thug and his pityfull strategy of just running at a big man whit a full plate armor whit a short sword, how to say that it didn't go well for the thug who tried to attack tavish, because tavish grabed him by the wrist that was holding the sword and pulled him up, slapping him multiple time, then took his little \n pathetic sword and just trowed it at the ground, going way to deep into the ground to be taken back by someone like this simple thug, but he of course kept his hold on him, he still will have to lock 'em up in the dungeons*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Tavish had a relatively easy fight against the thug. After all, he was a thug, without any combat experience and just given some gear to act up tough and menacing. The man was easily disarmed, and so his blade was thrown to the side. Whilst he was struggling, he would suddenly feel the sharp pain of his cheeks being viciously slapped into oblivion by the giant of a man, being almost knocked out from them. He was out for this one, and for good.\n\nMeanwhile, the mystery man was merely playing with the other thug, who ferociously swung his blade left and right, but was always repelled by the man. Eventually, the fat man who had sparked this entire conflict was up, and he charged from the behind of the man to strike. He grappled the man with his arms, holding him down for the count, waiting for his comrade to deal the final blow. But as the thug was about to swing and strike, the man lifted his feet and used the thug as means of leverage as he yanked himself off him to smash the fat man's back across the counter.\n\nHe released him from the grip and was soon struck with a mighty fist to the jaw, knocking him out for the count. In the meantime, the other thug came to his senses on the floor. Witnessing the downfall of his two comrades, he grasped his blade and made a desperate escape, charging through the door, fearing for arrest...\n\nAnd all was quiet once more, as those that hid, watched and fought would stop to witness the grand show of force from both men. The mysterious fellow turned to Tavish and spoke.*\n\n\"Your is an aid most welcome, valiant one. A drink I shall buy you, and I hope ye shall indulge in it as if it were your last and most satisfying one!\"\n\n*He spoke out greatly, raising a hand as he let out a small smile. Some cheered and rejoiced, others just left, and the barkeeper merely shook his head at the entirety of this...*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Tavish shook his head as a way to saying no to the drink that the man was offering to him,wilst he took the other thug and grabed the fat man like a potato bag*\n\n\"No need for the drink sir, i got a alwredy have way to much alcohol on me and i was just doin' ma job... Literaly, i'm a knight, that's what i am payed to do. And i also have to lock up those 3 thugs and do all the paper work to say that i captured those man but one escaped, also, can you tell me ya name, i'll need to write it on the report since those man tried to attack you.\"\n\n*A bit of anoyance can be heard in tavish's voice,wich can be easely understood as it was his only break of the day that just got wasted by some thugs and a fat man*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*The man nodded in understanding. He knew that this was his job, and he knew that it was a boring one as well... But he respected it. At least he did it even under the alcohol that he has induced with. Whatever the case was the man spoke out his name.*\n\n\"Alkamenos Bardas. A foreigner from foreign land... Though I beseech you to speak your name to me in return, so I may know by how to call such a valiant soul such as you.\"\n\n*The man went on to pack his food and his drinks for his further adventures, waiting for Tavish to introduce himself to him so he can get under way and on his grand endeavor down the line.*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Tavish felt as the request of alkamenos was simple enought so he responded before transporting the thugs to the dungeons where they will pay for their crimes*\n\n\"My name's tavish,Tavish Finegan DeGroot, it was nice to meet you, good luck to what ever you may need those suply for.\" \n*Tavish left, transporting the thugs, leaving 3 bottle of beer on the table he was sitting at before the fight,they seem quite cheap but would do the work for stoping the infection of a wound or getting drunk,nobody seem to want to get near the bottles of tavish.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*The man nodded and bade him fare well. He would take up the supplies which were now acquired and had paid for the calamities caused by the brawl that took place. His time was up in the tavern, and he had no use for it anymore, so he exited and made his way to his horse, packing his gear and mounting his steed.\n\nHe noticed that there were also folk around the tavern in the inside. It appears that they had sought to watch the fight unfold. They would look at Alkamenos. Some would look in fright, some would look in awe, mostly the children, and some just looked in annoyance. Another foreign ruffian coming about to cause a ruckus. Whatever the case is, Alkamenos took note but heeded little to no attention to that.\n\nHe guided his horse around, and as the mighty steed swayed, the many folk would duck and go for cover, for they knew that the gallop that was to come would be a fast one. And a fast one it was, as the mighty rider rode out with great haste, making his way to the next adventure that is to come...*" } ]

[ { "author": "cidrod", "message": "Jessira enterred the tavern, massaging her temples after a rather long and ultimately uneventful day hunting monsters. She found herself a seat in a corner, starting to relax, as she looked over the inhabitants currently inside, mostly looking for any potential threats." }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*Looking over the Streach of drunkards flirtescious folk, and the otherwise common man your eyes spot the slightly unfamiliar sight of a young man with tied back corn rows and dark skin scrbbling on a note pad over a glass of wine seemingly ignoring the other inhabitants goings on*" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "Jessira glanced at the unfamiliar sight, and raised an eyebrow. She slowly got up, and began walking over, wondering if she had found one of those ~~filthy xenos~~ strange Silnari, or if the person was merely a foreign Macen visiting. With curositiy getting the better of her, she steadily approached." }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "Andi sat thier still going over the previous day charts Oh the countryside abit bitter at myself for not starting sooner I drum my knuckles upon my skull in frustration before I noticing the very intimidating woman comming my way*\n\" Ummm hi\"?\n*I avoid eye contact dreading what you'll ask*" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "*She'd nod faintly.* \"Hello, there.\" *She said, raising an eyebrow faintly.* \"I just came to say hello. As you seem rather... Exotic to the usual people I see visiting.\" *She said, forcing a smile.* \"But, where are my manners, my name is Jessira Nykos.\" *She found the lack of eye-contact suspicious, admtitedly.*" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*He knoded back yellow eyes scanning her over before replying In the accent of the far eastern isles*\n\" Umm... Adikan mois, and yes you could say in far home here, I'm on a sort of business venture you could say\"" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "*She'd nod slowly, understanding.* \"Ah, yes I think I understand. It's not easy being away from home.\" *She said, tilting her had, as she sat down.* \"I, myself am quite far from the place of my birth. What sort of business do you do?\" *She asked, curious to learn more of him. Still unsure as it is*" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*He lightens up abit his body language loosening*\n\" I'm a cartographer by trade I make maps mostly of environmental topographical sort at that\"\n\n\" I'm mostly just passing through here on my way towards the frontier south\"" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "*She listened, nodding. Relaxing faintly.* \"Ah, a map-maker, a very important job. I can respect that. Not many people willingly become map-maker these-days.\"" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "\" Heh yeah I've never understood what's not to love, new places to go things to do,and near constant work to keep me fed and occupied one could say the only down side is that my homeland has little use for paper\"\n\n\" Though i have taken to chiseling the some of my works the process of redrawing a map in a different art form is most tedious no?" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "*She listened, nodding.* \"I have never had the desire myself to create a map, but I realize the importance of having them.\" *She tilted her head, thinking.* \"While I've never tried to make one, I can imagine how difficult it must be chiselling them.\" *She furrowed her brow.* \"How come your homeland has little uses for paper?\" *She asked.*" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "\" Oh it disintegrates and bleeds everywhere, you know the simple paper water thing\"\n*I chuckle lightly and the simplicity of the problem*\n\" Hence the carvings sell in place of the other back home and I'm new aquatic locals\"" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "*She furrowed her brow, nodding slowly.* \"I... See.\" *She said, slowly, thinking over what he said.* \"I imagine they can make a nice decoration in a pinch, if need-be too.\"" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*I grin warmly sipping more of my wine *\n\" They all do in a way, I get abit sentimental overreach but enough about me chating about my own work come sit tell me about yourself, would you like a drink\"?" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "*She thought for a moment, looking at him.* \"I have a few minutes I can spare to keep talking. I hunt Monsters for a living, as well as heretics though that is more lenient than beast-slaying\" *She said.*" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*My eyes go wide first with slight shock followed my morbid curiosity*\n\" Exactky what kind of monsters would say your usual preview entails\"\n*I flip my note book around pausing on the map and switching to my chapter of interviews*\n\n*Inwardly ready to apply my 2nd interest sociology*" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "*Jessira smirked faintly.* \"Well, I can't say I've fought many monsters, as I have only recently begun that part of my life, but I have heard the same tales we all have of them creatures that hunt Macen, Silnari, and the like. My first test of real combat was the first time I had even seen a creature in the flesh.\" *She relaxed, stretching faintly.*" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*I knod and scribble down your words*\n\" To what creatures to you refer specifically thiers quit the list of beasties not hospitable to sentient folk\"" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "She smiled, \"Well, the specific creature I encountered was a Kuilei, with my Weapons Master a few years ago. I was still learning the basics but a live-test was intended, if i was capable. The fight was a rather intense once, and a blurr as I try to remember all the details. Though I wasn't lucky enough to defeat the creature, it was thanks to... The sacrifice of my teacher, that the beast died. While he didn't die in the battle, he succumbed to his wounds a few days later. From then on, I spent most of my time learning to fight with various weapons, though my blade is my usual choice.\"" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*I got that down and frown abit*\n\" My... Condolences I suppose, n-not to imply I were involved it anyway just on the sorry for... Your loss sense umm\"\n*I clear my throat and continue*\n\" Cant really say I've heard of a creature by that name what did it look like then\"?\n\n*Andi knods in general fascination and jots down the details of the creature thinking back to when he was young for abit*\n\n\" Hmm quite the eerie sounding creature and you say this thing is some sort of golem?\n\" Do you know who could have constructed it\"?" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "\"Something like that, yes.\" *She nodded, thinking.* \"To this day, I've struggled to find answers, it's likely it was some owuld-be Golem-maker who went insane perhaps. Or maybe it was one of his rivals. I may never find out, but then... That adds more things for me to keep an eye-out for while adventuring, you know?\"" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "\" Yeah I've always had a sort of mental policy about looky leaving for the outer wilds\"\n\" When you leave through that city threshold be wary it may be your last\"\n\" Maybe abit aminous for some but it keeps your priorities straight\"\n\n\" However most of my trouble I've ever been in have involved people or roughty animals the most dangerous life encounter being a reef shark attack when I was five\"\n*I roll up my tunic revealing 3 gill slits on my abdomen and gnarly bite scar just a few centimeters away on either side running almost parallel with his gills*" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "*She listened to him, nodding.* \"I see. I am sorry to hear you got attacked when you were young.\" *She said, looking at his gills, thinking.* \"Ah, things continue to make more sense. I thought for a moment your home was close to the seas, or perhaps very often wet. Though I suppose I wasn't wrong in a sense.\" *She said, with a small laugh.*" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*A mild chuckle escapes him followed by a slighyly apologetic face as I finish my wine glass*\n\" Yeah quite alot of people make that assumption fair since I suppose one wouldn't meet many m,lysta this far inland but I grew up in a barrier reef village about 5 miles off the coast of the federation\"" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "*She nodded, understanding.* \"Indeed. I had never seen a M'lysta before, and tohught them to be a myth.\" *She admitted, bowing her head as she leaned back in the seat.* \"This has certainly been a learning experience, regardless.\"" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*He knoded back abit nervous that you would draw so much attention to him*\n\" He rare I've heard alot but ...Mythic is quite the new one, you make me think my mother might have been right\"\n\n*He sighs abit scratching his head*\nI really hope not*" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "*She thought, and shrugged.* \"Well, you're the first I've met, for sure.\" *She said, triyng to reassure him a little.* \"There may be more, hidden across the world though.\"" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "\" Oh theirs most definitely more I'm well aware, just less than I'd like I suppose and cuz of that mother kept urging me to marry the slime weavers daughter \"😒\n\n*He preses his face onto the table fairly annoyed and grumbles*\n\n\" More wine please\"" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "*She furrowed her brow, nodding.* \"Ah, arranged marriages... I know the feeling.\" *She said, shaking her head. She reached over to pat his shoulder, reassuringly though.*" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "-sorry falling asleep\n\nYeah got a good feel for the char now\n\nWanna continue later today?\n\n- kk later take care\n\n*He cuffed out the side of his annoyadly as the bar keep brings him more apple wine and as he drinks on his accent grows somewhat heavier as if it were suppressed until now *\n\" You could say I's just short o arranged, ya want me to pass on wit grand babies\" She say, \"Why can't ya find a girl o your own kin she say\"\n*He blows a raspberry and crosses his arms on which a light series of fins and patchy gold scale come out of thier retracted state slightly*" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "*Jessira listened, a faint smirk forming.* \"I think you're having too much to drink, Andikan.\" *She said, somehwat concernedly.* \"But I am sorry you had to deal with that.\"" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*Abit embarrassed but harrowed he retracts his fore fins and finishes his glass with a sigh*\n\" Secret shame miss Jessira I cant hold liquor to save my life, he sorry ya ad to witness that\"\n\n\" But it's really not a life harrowing struggle is just a motha bein a motha is all\"" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "*She wave her hand dismissively.* \"We all have our weaknesses. It is nothing to be ashamed of. And indeed.\" *She agreed, patting his back.*" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*He packs up his general things and slings his them onto his back*\n\" So you headin to a general local after dis miss jessira, or do you plan to stay in the area\"?" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "*She thought.* \"I think I migh stay a day or two.\" *She said, shrugging faintly.* \"It depends mostly on when I next hear of a monster trouble somewhere.\" *She admitted, and stood up slowly.* \"It has been a delightful time speaking to you, however.\"" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "\" Like wise miss though I sadly my work has mr leaving on the morn ta save time but in all honesty I hope we run into one another again\"\n*He stands extending a hand warmly*" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "She hesitated a moment, taking in a deep breath, as she shook his hand. \"Agreed, Andikan. I hope we will run into eachother again, someday.\" She smiled." } ]

[ { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*The Door almost flings open in a mild clamor that shakes the thin building as a short exasperated looking man wighed down by a cumbersome bursting to full travelers bag. He halfs stumbles into the tavern seat about 8 feet from you and speaks out in a horse tone*\n\n\" Wattteeerrr... Then maybe a strawberry wine\"\n\n*And almost immediately the barkeep plops 3 pinta of water in front of him he proceeds to suck down in quick succession*" }, { "author": "jmhastings", "message": "Elita jumps a bit, startled by the man's dramatic entrance. After looking him over for a moment, she assumes him only to be another drunk bastard and sneers slightly, turning back to her drink. Her token has landed, and she takes another long swig to finish off the ale.\n\"Yeah, I could use some water, too.\" She picks up the token, twirling it between her fingers." }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*After finishing the 3 mug he leans back a moment I. Bliss the gills visible in the edge of his short cut shirt twitching. He then wipes his mouth off and quickly regains some composure, taking out a note pad and pen scribbling somthing down*" }, { "author": "jmhastings", "message": "Now noticing that he's a Treton, she raises an eyebrow at this, slinking out of her seat. Quietly approaching the man from behind, she peers over his shoulder to see what he's writing." }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*Peering over his shoulder you see him filling in fairly professionally done map of the south eastern region of salvania drawing up a ok less than optimal looking path along with the words*\n\" Failled detour, do not travel again\"" }, { "author": "jmhastings", "message": "\"Rare to see another M'lysta around here,\" She says, revealing her presence. She flips her token, and it lands on the bar top in front of him, with the face-up side displaying an engraved skull on the silver surface. \"Travelling?\"" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*He looks up straight up and behind him slightly catching Elita eye before letting out a chuckle*\n\" Always traveling friend is part of my job\"\n\n\" How about your self miss\"?" }, { "author": "jmhastings", "message": "\"Officially travelling, but it's more like wandering.\" One of her tentacles reaches down the bar to retrieve her water as she sits down beside the man. \"Finding a purpose here is harder than I thought.\" She flips the token again, and it lands on the other side, showing the engraved symbol of a sun." }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*He marvels at you're extra appendage maybe just abit too much before snickering*\n\" Another traveler in a hostile landscape I think we can appreciate each others company but first come and sit, and go on the type of purpose you're looking for\"" }, { "author": "jmhastings", "message": "Her gaze drifts to the row of alcohols behind the bar. \"All I ever want to do is be useful in some way, but nobody's needed me for anything lately.\" Her tentacle reaches from behind her and spins the token. \"I've been on the move for half of my life. At first it was necessary, but not anymore. Maybe I'm running from something, or maybe I'm chasing something. I'm just compelled to move on to the next village, sea, or totalitarian regime.\"" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*Adikan winces at the thought of being forced to give life advice and motions for his wine, taking a deep drink before even saying a word*\n\" Excuse my interruption but mind if I get your name\"?" }, { "author": "jmhastings", "message": "She pauses for a few seconds at this, looking Andikan in the eye.\n\"Elita. You?\" She finishes her water and orders another ale." }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*He extends a hand your way*\n\" Andikan\"\n\" And I feel your putting abit much pressure on yourself ...And makin a dire mistake asking complete strangers for advice but lets focus on de first thing \"\n\n\" This may just be me guessing but in pretty sure you tie your self worth up with your work\"?" }, { "author": "jmhastings", "message": "Elita's hand lacks bone, and feels more like goo when squeezed. \"I'm a healer by nature. If I'm not helping people, what am I contributing to the world? Everyone tells me to enter the army, but I could never handle conflict like my kind. The Pinnacelian name is nothing but a black, ugly mark on me.\"" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*He grimaces scratching his head at the bitter realization a professional might be needed in this situation*\n\" Well you ever maybe consider setting up in a town... Letting the sick come to you\"?\n\n\" There kinda always somone in need of a doctah ja know\"" } ]

[ { "author": "jmhastings", "message": "She hears him, but her gaze remains locked on the row of alcohols. \"Whatever you say, man. I'm supposed to be here to forget my worries anyway.\" She takes a long gulp of ale from her mug." }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*He grins signaling to slide a few more wines over and raises his*\n\" To forgetting then\"\n*He proceeds to down his heartily almost coughing as he is secretly quite the light weight*" }, { "author": "jmhastings", "message": "\"... And forgiving.\" She cheers with him, and doesn't even grimace after drinking the whole glass in one motion. \"What is the purpose of your travels? Business?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Concord", "message": "*Suddenly, Concord.*\n\"This place is not the most refined of establishments, and the name is... Unpleasant, but it is quite good, comparing the price to the place. The floors are relatively clean, the beds relatively soft, and the food relatively good. On top of all that, it is not expensive. Pardon me if I guessed wrong, but I assume you are not looking for anywhere incredibly fine.\"" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "\"An inn is an inn, I don't relatively care but since I did had a long day, its nice to relax on a soft bed. You're right about the unpleasant name too, surprised they still kept that name.\"" }, { "author": "Concord", "message": "\"Yes, definitely. Well, I really must be going now, but if you are ever in need of a friendly face in the future, I can provide.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "**Alexander would gave a soft nod**\n\n\"Alright, goodbye.\"\n\n**He would turn, entering the inn and waiting in a probably a queue for a room, as he waits he crossed his arms, looking around the place as it looks quite nice in his opinion. As he wait, he adjust his plague doctor mask as it is a bit out of place in his face.**" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*Andi Eyed the new commer briefly before returning to elita side finishing his own drink and shivering pleasurably*\n\" Definatly takes de edge off yeah\"?" }, { "author": "jmhastings", "message": "\"Not so much anymore. I've built up a tolerance lately, due to... Several factors.\" She orders another ale, and begins working on it immediately. \"You didn't answer my question. Why do you travel?\"" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*He chuckles stroking his face abit before speaking in a less suppressed accent*\n\" Well travelling is kinda ma job description ya know I'm a cartographer by trade\"\n\n\" I mentioned that didnt i\"?" }, { "author": "jmhastings", "message": "Elita adjusts her sitting position, and her eyes seem a little less focused. \"I don't recall so, but it matters not. Tell me more about your work. Is it as adventurous as they say?\"" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "\" Well considering last week I was robbed 3 different times... One of which were successful and I nearly collapsed on me way here cuz I took a \"Senic route of say is quite de adventurous life style\"\n\n*He runs his eyes sighing abit*\n\" No regrets though\"" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "**Alexander would still have his arms crossed as he waited for the last person. He would have overheard there conversation with his Level 2 Listener ability. But, he doesn't really care and ignore them, he is here for a place to rest. The Plague Doctor would have his katana on his left side, a crossbow on his back, and about a few throwing knives with him as he just finished a quest.**" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*Adikan would eye him contemplating for eavesdropping before returning attention back to elita*" } ]

[ { "author": "jmhastings", "message": "She scoffs. \"Lucky you.\" She then notices the Plague Doctor, armed to the teeth. \"Hey, I thought doctors were supposed to heal people, not hurt them!\" She calls out." }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "**Alexander would turn, noticing that she was talking to me. He simply and mannerly replied it out.**\n\n\"Lets say I have 2 jobs, 1 job that I hurt people, the other is where I heal people.\"" }, { "author": "jmhastings", "message": "\"Does this mean you can hurt someone and immediately heal them over and over for infinite profit? Damn, you're smarter than I thought,\" She says with a grin, taking a long swig from her ale." } ]

[ { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "\"Well, too make it easy, my main job is a bounty hunter and my secondary job is a trauma healer.\"" }, { "author": "tonyx3139", "message": "*Andis eye would widen at the nee commer curiously putting his mug down*\n\" Intresting job for a merc, guessing you r pretty good at the whole bring em back alive thing \"" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "\"Anyway, I will be getting myself a place to rest.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki would enter the tavern to get some beer and pasta, which was 'Stanky Rat's' speciality. She would wait for her order to be finished, she would know that the meal would be amazing since she had been here multiple times before. Actually wouldn't the last time she ate here be a couple years ago? It doesn't matter, hopefully the food hadn't degraded over the years. She would sit down onto a stool, tapping her fingernails onto the table in impatience.*" }, { "author": "mzery.", "message": "*Xeno enters the tavern taking off his cloaked hood. As he walks towards the counter, he asks the bartender for one mug of beer. As he receives the beer he looks around to find an empty seat. Xeno takes a sip and judging by the expression on his face, he enjoyed it. Xeno walked toward an empty seat, setting his drink on the table and took of his cloak and layed it on his lap. He looks toward the lady.* \"Is this seat taken?\" *He says with a warm smile.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Nope! You may sit there if you'd like.\" *She would finally get her meal and beer, she really wasn't waiting that long, just impatient. She would down her beer in 1 go, then would take a fork and start eating her fettuccine alfredo, tastes excellent as always.* \"Can I get another beer\" *She would ask, then she would turn to the man who would be sitting next to her and asks* \"What's your name?\" *She would then quaff the beer she had gotten in 1 go yet again.*" }, { "author": "mzery.", "message": "*His expression, shocked. He had never met a lady who drank mugs of beer like it was nothing.* \"A-ahem. My name is Kenpachi but you can call me Xeno or Ken. Its way shorter.\" *Showing no intimidation, he chugs all of the beer in less than 10 seconds.* \"Im guess you're an alcoholic too. Hehe.\" *He grins, not feeling any bit drunk.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Nice to meet you, Ken. My name is Ralki.\" *Ralki would notice that he would be chugging all of his beer, possibly because he felt like an inferior alcoholic, despite her not even being a common drinker* \"Y'know there's no reason to compete... With how fast you can drink alcohol, seems like a silly thing to compete with.\" *Ralki doesn't argue that she isn't an alcoholic, mostly because she did not care in the least. Actually Ralki wouldn't have met many alcoholics in her life, only one was prominent enough to remember from time to time.*" }, { "author": "mzery.", "message": "\"Nice to meet you to Ralki.\" *He shrugs.* \"I guess you're right, it is quite silly, but enough about that. What brings you here?\" *He asks as he rests his head on his arms. Gazing at her, with his bright red eyes.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*What brings Ralki here? That's sort of a silly question, what other reason than food and a place of lodging, but anyways the answer would be simply because she was peckish.* \"I was just hungry, then I remembered that this tavern was in the area so I decided to get pasta and beer here. Speaking of which, I'm going to order another one\" *She does so and orders a beer,* \"They don't make the best beer here, though, I've been to plenty of other places with much more majestic beers.\" *Definitely the beer in Elivuk would be better than the taverns here, but it's not terrible, honestly.*" }, { "author": "mzery.", "message": "\"I see, I just finished a bounty and I'm here to spend it on beer and food. Hehe.\" *He stands up and walks towards the counter to ask for another mug of beer and fettuccine.* \"I figured, I'd get the same food as you did since I dont know much about the menu and I tend to be indecisive when eating.\" *As he carries the mug of beer and a plate of fettuccine on his hand to the table. He inhales the sweet aroma of the fettuccine. As his face slowly turning smug, he eats the delicious pasta.* \"This is really good.\" *He talks while eating the tasty pasta. He quickly grabs the mug of beer and starts drinking. Inhaling air and exhaling.* \"I almost choked.\" *He says clearing his throat. He sighs.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki loses her composure for a couple seconds, with a face that reads 'I am definitely going to laugh, but I can't otherwise I'd be rude', though she managed to regain composure quickly. Damn that was the funniest thing she'd seen all day, she hadn't been doing anything fun today so she really could laugh about anything that was remotely humorous.* \"Sorry about that, I was about to laugh. Don't worry you did not look like an idiot I just had a boring day today and I could laugh at just about anything.\"" }, { "author": "mzery.", "message": "\"It's okay, go ahead and laugh. If its funny, then nobody's stopping you. Plus I like making people smile . . . Even if I did look like a total idiot.\" *He drinks the rest of his beer. He looks at her.* \"I don't mean to be nosey but, what race are you from?\" *He asks as he crosses his arms, his eyes looking at her curiously.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Because I'm short, right? I'm a macen though some people say I have lora blood, because I can't get drunk and that I'm short. But why do you ask anyways?\" *She doesn't get why he would have to ask this question, but she should answer all questions honestly. But asking why he asks should be no problem here, she's curious about the reasoning of his question, perhaps it's purely because that she's so short, which would be funny at the very least.*" }, { "author": "mzery.", "message": "\"Well no, promise you won't laugh but . . . You kind of looked like my younger sister. Your hairstyle looks exactly the same as her. Heh.\" *He says looking embarrassed. Smiling, at the thought.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"I do? That's sweet! What's she like, anyways? You speak of her positively, she must be a nice person.\" *Ken seems like a nice person, she hadn't met many Oni in her life, only once or twice. Anyways Ralki is curious about his little sister, since he said that she looked like her.*" }, { "author": "mzery.", "message": "\"Mhm. Indeed she was. She was kind and brave too. She was really spontaneously and outgoing. Whenever I felt down she would always be at my side, asking me what's wrong.\" *He looks down at the table. A tear of sorrow, drops from his eyes and unto the table. He sniffles and manages to pull himself together.* \"She was one of a kind, though I wish she was still here. Sorry, I'm getting emotional. I'll just stop talking about her.\" *He gives a warm smile, similar to what he gave her before.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki scrunches her face, in a way where it would be clearly saying 'maybe I shouldn't of asked', but alas it was a mistake and we just have to move forward.* \"So anyways, you're a bounty hunter, right? Nice to meet you, I'm an adventurer, I am quite a strong one at that!\" *She starts bragging again, which is normal for her.* \"Though my main profession is pottery, so yeah, I'm also really good at that.\"" }, { "author": "mzery.", "message": "\"Im a bounty hunter. That's correct.\" *He relaxes into his chair, listening to her talk.* \"I see, I bet you are quite strong. Maybe one day you could make me a mug to remember you by.\" *He grins.* \"I should probably get going. I have a big bounty to hunt tommorow. Thanks for the talk, I appreciated it. *He smiles at her, while putting on his dark cloak.* I hope our paths cross again, Ralki. For now, I'll see you around. *He says then turns towards the door and walks.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"See ya!\" *Well that was a nice exchange of words, Ralki figured out that she has a look-alike, possibly dead but she doesn't want to assume anything. Hopefully Ralki meets him again, perhaps in a quest or something. Whatever, she walks out of the tavern and hops onto her cart. She rides anywhere, she doesn't particularly know where she would be going, but she hopes to find something interesting again.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sif 'Kalisha' Aldasdottir", "message": "*Sif realised soon that the drink didn't feel right. And until she smelled bacon in the air, she didn't realise that it's because she hasn't eaten all day.\nAlda, Sif's mother (it's in the name - Aldasdóttir) would kill her if she learned that her beloved daughter wasn't eating.\nSo she takes her drink up and decides to find a table... It turns out this place is packed tonight, but that guy with the bacon appeared to be on his own, so she decides to go over there.*\n\"Hey, is it alright if I sit here too?\" *Sif asks kindly.* \"I won't steal your food, hehe, just there's no other tables.\"" }, { "author": "Khristal Furhode", "message": "* He glanced at the stranger with a surprised expression. Khristal gives the stranger a hand gesture, signaling her to wait as he finishes the food in his mouth. *\n\n\"Uh Yeah, sure go ahead,\" *He permitted with a beaming face, while proceeding to eat his meal. Such requests do not bother Khristal even a bit. He was always welcome to help, especially in the smallest ways.*" }, { "author": "Sif 'Kalisha' Aldasdottir", "message": "*Sif smiles and takes a seat, then waves out to a waiter to show that she wants to order, and waits for them to show up.\nHer stomach growled a bit... Didn't take kindly to being filled with booze and devoid of real food. 'Don't worry, I'm getting food' she thinks to it.\nIf only she knew what to say to this guy. Probably the fact that Sif is short for a Goluth would be able to start up a little bit of conversation from him... If he wants to talk about that.*" }, { "author": "Khristal Furhode", "message": "*\"I'm Khristal,\" Introducing himself, offering his hand after swallowing the food in his mouth. \"I'm a healer and it's nice to meet you\" He added. It was always nice to make an acquaintance, a friend, rather.*" }, { "author": "Sif 'Kalisha' Aldasdottir", "message": "*Sif smiles and takes his hand.* \"Kalisha. Farmer, selling food and other stuff.\" *Sif withdraws her hand and looks over to see a waiter incoming, and places her order, then turns back to him. Your turn to talk first because time and stuff.*" }, { "author": "Khristal Furhode", "message": "*Khristal puts his hand down, finishing his plate. \"So... Uh, where are you heading to?\" He asked,hoping to make a conversation, then drinking some of his orange juice. He starts to notice how the woman has a muscular build, though not surprised given that she is a farmer.*" }, { "author": "Sif 'Kalisha' Aldasdottir", "message": "*The waiter leaves and Sif turns back to Khristal to talk in the meantime.* \"I'm gonna be sticking around here for a while before I go back home to the farm, and eventually head out somewhere again to sell stuff. Still around here for the next week though.\" *She pauses for a moment.* \"You said you were a healer? I might have some herbs and stuff that can help. Ginseng and yarrow, stuff like that, if you use mixtures?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "kuruminoah", "message": "```Setting: A rom-com musical has just finished! It was performed on a pageant wagon in the middle of the streets during the evening. Currently, the show has ended. Although, those with tickets were able to have front row seats in the crowd.```" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would exit the theater with his two acquaintances who he met before the performance. It was not something he wanted to watch, however, he did steal his ticket and it would of been a waste, even if he had not enjoyed it. He would let out a sigh, scratching his head as he contemplated the sappy love story that he had just witnessed, not to mention the mere fact it was a musical. It was already late at night, so he had wasted a day he could of used for stealing. The bustling atmosphere he had found himself in as the other people left the theaters was less than pleasurable.*\n\"Well, i think we can all collectively agree, that was horrible.\"" }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "Hands connected together and seven heads bowed down to the audience. A mixed response from the crowd was given to the actor's curtain call; one half immensely enjoyed and the other terribly dissatisfied. \n\nGiving a standing ovation, Momo was one of the loudest supporters of their performance! Nothing deterred his enthusiasm, not even the annoyed audience members who groaned and grunted. \n\nActually maybe only one thing concerned Momo. When he came up from the bow, the heroine's blonde wig would heavily slant to reveal coarse dark brown hair. In a bashful manner, the young boy who played the heroine decided to just completely remove the wig! He held it in his hands and returns to the crowd with an apologetic smile. While it had disrupted Momo's immersion for a moment, it was nonetheless a wholesome display of the wonderful actor behind the character! And with that, the young rising star took the wig and gently placed it into their prop chest. Along with him, other actors arranged their own props for clean up." } ]

[ { "author": "xenics333", "message": "Menakpa sat at a table with her arm wrapped around a random Macen. She raised a mug of ale and took a big swig. She slammed the empty cup onto the table and roared out in laughter\n\n\"You see, when smaller animals get wounded enough they give up on life, but the predators! Big prey, they fight til the very end! Hah! Tiny creatures are funny!\"" }, { "author": "theaerosailor4706", "message": "The door swings open as a tall red oni walks in,she had nothing but a cloth bra and a skirt on,and at her side swung a large Sabre. She looks around and nods at the bar tender,after grabbing her drink she sits in a booth*" }, { "author": "xenics333", "message": "The Mogash tosses the Macen man aside and stares at the Oni walking in. The Oni woman sat at the bar ordered a drink and then took to a booth. Menakpa sneered as she remembered tales of such Oni slaughtering her people back in Amongka. Menakpa stood up made her eay to the bar and ordered a refill. All while gazing hard at the Oni with narrowed eyes." }, { "author": "theaerosailor4706", "message": "Her gaze would be caught by the Oni's who's eyes were filled not of hate and destruction... But thye were softer and abit null. The Oni blinks as she sips her drink and turns her eyes away from the staring Mogash*" }, { "author": "xenics333", "message": "Menakpa was clearly looking to stir up some trouble. As with all Mogash they allow their primal urges to control their judgement. Menkapa took her drink and made her way over to the Oni's booth and slammed the mug against the table.\n\n\"What's a bloodstain doing her?\" Bloodstain was a racist slang utilized in Menkapa's tribe meaning several things. The Mogash leaned into the Oni staring her right in the eye. The Oni was definitely bigger than Menakpa but to her it meant a bigger target." }, { "author": "theaerosailor4706", "message": "The red oni woman sighs as she takes a swig of her drink and says* \"That may offend my kin,but not me... My clan was a nomadic clan,we did not seek war.\" *She turns her gaze to the Mogash,her eyes were once again soft and null as if she did not wish to seek battle. She finishes her drink and adds* \"I am Burning Rose of the Rose Clan,we were and still are not a waring clan,we seeked peace with all races including the Mogash.\"" }, { "author": "xenics333", "message": "\"You did not seek war, but I did! And I never got to see the shine of my spear fly through in battle. Finish your drink and lets go outside!\" In a display of barbaric fortitute Menakpa gulped down her drink and slammed it against the table with a rattle. \"Come on Bloodstain Rose. I just want a friendly competition.\"" }, { "author": "theaerosailor4706", "message": "She stands up drawing her sabre from its sheath,with that Rose grab's the Mogash by the neck roughly and drags them to the door. Once they reach the door she tosses Menakpa onto the ground and she says* \"We shall duel sword to sword,you will be sorry for challenging me.\"" }, { "author": "xenics333", "message": "\"Just like Oni to start a fight.\" Menkapa had fallen to the ground unable to fend off her current foe an was sent to the ground giving her senses a taste of dirt. \"Grab a spear from my pack. Silvania law here states no bloodshed.\" Menakpa lifted herself up and pointed at a nearby packof gear just settled by the door to the tavern." }, { "author": "theaerosailor4706", "message": "She walks over a grabs a spear and tosses it into the ground beside Menakpa,and she says* \"I fight with no other weapon,a spear veruses a sword will be just fine..\" *She steadies her blade and stares Menakpa down*" }, { "author": "xenics333", "message": "\"Shut up and listen.\" Menkpa picks up the dropped spear with a huff and points to the treeline within sight just 80 meters away. \"We each aim for the furtherest tree and the one who sticks the fartherest tree wins. Deal?\"\n\n\"You're pretty strong for a Bloodstain! YAAAH!\" Menkpa took a stance looked to Rose to address her and with a loud grunt sent her spear flying through the air. It arced up and then dropped down with a solid thud! The spear latched itself on the first and closest tree just barely hitting its trunk. \"I am called Menakpa. I... Have no tribe.\"" }, { "author": "theaerosailor4706", "message": "She takes up a stance and begins to take aim,she takes a deep breath and let fly the spear. It screams through the air and lands deep into the third tree back spliting abit of the bark off. She spits and says* \"Well I'll be a dammned bloodstain... I hit something.\"*She turned and looked at Menakpa with a dull look on her face. \"Well please call me Rose and not bloodstain.\"" }, { "author": "xenics333", "message": "Menakpa growled and huffed out through her nostrils like a beast. \"Pass me a spear! How about loser collects all my spears, Rose? You can call me bloodstain but don't expect me to take it laying down.\" Menkapa licked her lips, clapped her hands to hype herself and stretched out her hand expecting to recieve a spear." }, { "author": "theaerosailor4706", "message": "She says* \"Get your own spear miss Menakpa. I am not a slave.\" *She goes over and pulls out another spear saying* \"Plus those steaks dont sound too fun,but okay.\" *She hefts up the spear and gestures for Menakpa to go first.*" }, { "author": "xenics333", "message": "Menakpa groans and walks over to get one herself. But not without giving Rose a shove to her shoulder. \"Got any suggestions then for our wager?\" In one swift motion Menakpa took a spear by the handle and pulled it out in a much practiced manner of handling these weapons." }, { "author": "theaerosailor4706", "message": "She says* \"Hmmm.I havent the slightest idea... Oh,the looser owes the winner a favor,and can call it in anytime the please.\" *She grins as she waits for Menakpa to take the first throw*" }, { "author": "xenics333", "message": "Menkapa held the spear underhand but in one swift toss she switched her grip to an underhand and quickly launched another spear up and over landing right in the middle of a fourth tree in the treeline. \"Hah! Gonna have to actually put effort into this.\" She gave Rose a mocking smile to get her angry. \"I'll enjot have you polish my weapons for me!\"" }, { "author": "theaerosailor4706", "message": "Rose snorts and takes aim,she cocks back her arm and puts every inch of power into her throw. The spear sails through the air and lands somewhere in the woods with a resounding thud. She grins at Menakpa and says* \"Furthest one for now hmm? Im sure its somewhere in there.\"" }, { "author": "xenics333", "message": "\"Oh so thats how it is huh?\" Menakpa gave a hearty laugh and ran to get a spear and return tk her spot. She took a deep breath and felt her muscles flex as she let it loose. The spear flew just as high and dropped in thr same impressive manner as Rose's yet it landed with a less than impressive thud. \"Yeah they're in there somewhere. How about a race to find them?\"" }, { "author": "theaerosailor4706", "message": "She starts running and lets out a loud whistle and out of the blue comes a beautiful grey mare,she gallops beside her mistress. Rose grins and hops on not breaking her speed,she waves at Menakpa saying* \"See you at that spare miss Menakpa! Oh and meet Jupiter! My wonderful mare!\"" }, { "author": "xenics333", "message": "Menakpa cursed under her breath and roared at Rose which only made her a bit slower. \"Rose you damn cheater!\" She went off on a sprint trying to outrun the beast but without a mount of her own she was just too slow to catch up. Though the Mogash put up quite he effort she lost sight of the two as soon as they entered the treeline." }, { "author": "theaerosailor4706", "message": "She let out a laugh that echoed through the forest,she searched for the lost spear,after awhile she did find it and waited for Menakpa to catch up to her.*\n\nShe let out a laugh that echoed through the forest,she searched for the lost spear,after awhile she did find it and waited for Menakpa to catch up to her.*\n\nShe let out a laugh that echoed through the forest,she searched for the lost spear,after awhile she did find it and waited for Menakpa to catch up to her.*\n\nShe let out a laugh that echoed through the forest,she searched for the lost spear,after awhile she did find it and waited for Menakpa to catch up to her.*" }, { "author": "xenics333", "message": "Menkapa followed after bouncing through the trees and easily ove the foliage. She was panting but it was clear that one spear made it just short of the other one. On one tree was a spear lodged right in the center and the second one was right below it. Yet it was undetermined whose throw was which spear. \"Haaah! Hah... See I beat you!\"" }, { "author": "theaerosailor4706", "message": "She rolls her eyes and says* \"Well than,Im not cleaning you spears... Dont you think that would be a waste of your favor?\"" }, { "author": "xenics333", "message": "\"Hang on cheater.\" Menkapa had a nack for tracking and examined the wounds on the bark closely. The tree was seeping a light sap and the top spear had been thrown first with the longer trail of sap and the second just a ways below it had fresh seeping sap. Menkapa cursed something Mogash and stomped the ground. \"Grrrraaaaah! You win... The spear thete is your throw mine is here.\"" }, { "author": "theaerosailor4706", "message": "She unattaches her sheath and lightly baps Menkapa on the head and says* \"Silly Mogash,you can never beat a Rose.\" *She winks and grins a sharp grin as she reattached her sheath*" }, { "author": "xenics333", "message": "Menakpa swiped at the sheath not once thinking about the consequences. She was seething but it was just hurt pride. \"I'd still defeat you combat.\" Menakpa whispered under her lips. She knew it to be rude and only weaklings with no honor would argue with such a loss, but still it hurt." }, { "author": "theaerosailor4706", "message": "She chuckles and says* \"Well Madam Menkapa I must bid you goodbye for now... Much to see and do,but should I ever need you. I will find you or have a message sent to you.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "If Sendara is truly a usual at this inn she might've noticed a faint fog lingering in the air along with the left over stink of nicotine and burnt juniper, both very obviously coming from a dark elf at the end of the bar with a fairly fancy pipe held between her lips and a book in her hands. The woman obviously didn't seem to care for social interaction given the two empty seats in her left, one if those seats occupied by what was presumably her travel bag, but the recluse presence the dark elf gave off ended there. She was dressed in expensive furs and linen, and her hair was much more gussied up than could be expected from a usual adventurer." }, { "author": "Sendara", "message": "Sendara hummed, glancing at the boy beside her. Her lips quirked, eyes shining.\n\n\"Hello.\" She greeted back cheerfully and then turned her attention back at the patrons.\n\nBlack eyes found the Pale Oni quickly. The table that was usually occupied by Gabura and his friends was, instead, occupied by this... Mysterious beauty. She wasn't worried about them, they were smart enough to survive out there. Her eyes drank the form of the Pale Oni, and she gave a grin as her hand found another glass of milk.\n\n\"Mama likes~\" She purred, loud enough for Matsuko to hear him." }, { "author": "Matsuko Zalar", "message": "*As he looked at the full mug of beer and took a drink, replenishing his thirst. He took a look around the inn, his white hair swaying each time he turned. Matsuko took another sip of ale and found a table with empty seats, where a Pale Oni was sitting at. As he walked towards the lady, he stood beside the empty seat.* \"Is this seat taken?\" *He asked with a smile and put down his mug of beer.*" }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "The Pale Oni, who was still disguised as a dark elf, would raise her head just slightly to meet Matsuko's eyesight with a blank expression, though something about her emitted annoyance once she began to speak. \"No... As you can see the seat is empty, and therefore open to anyone. I am not one to prevent you from sitting there, but if you expect some sort of conversation or relationship out of doing such you'll be surely disappointed if you're not offering coin.\" Wolf's voice would be completely monotone and her red eyes would pierce right into the other pale oni while she took another drag from the gilded smoke pipe. \"Besides, I do believe the woman over there was trying to speak to you before you just walked away.\"" }, { "author": "Sendara", "message": "Sendara's ears perked, the Okamimi's excellent sense of hearing, even for her own kind, had picked up the conversation. She gave a wry grin, grabbing another glass of milk and dropped down from the stool. She stretched her back for a moment, her tail suddenly being ramrod straight, before she made her way to the table.\n\n\"Nah, he was just saying hello to me.\" Black eyes stared at the disguised Pale Oni. \"Sides, it was kind of my fault... My attention was on you after I said hello. What's your name?\"" }, { "author": "Matsuko Zalar", "message": "*He shrugs and takes a seat and taking another drink out of his mug, feeling no sign of being drunk at all. His stomach growled, his expression embarassed.* \"I- uh. I'll be right back.\" *He quickly stood up and walked towards the barkeep asking for chicken soup. As he waited, sitting on the seat. He got the hot soup and trailed back to the table, leaving a scent of a delicious aroma. He took his seat and got a sip from the chicken soup.* \"Mmm~\" *It was delicious and he soon enough finished half of it within several minutes.* \"I didn't know I was that hungry. Anyways, where are my manners I should introduce myself too.\" *He said as he stopped eating and relaxed into his seat.* \"The name's Matsuko but thats kind of long so you can just call me Matt.\" *He says, showing a warm smile.*" }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "Wolf would sigh and retrieve her bag from the seat next to her, allowing herself to gather a few items from said bag as well ad giving Sendara a place to sit once the sack was then placed on the floor. \"I suppose since I can't stop you two from sitting here and talking, you may call me Lady Wolf.\" Then after those few words yet another puff of smoke came from between her glossed lips while she reverted her eyes down to the large book in front of her, which would seem to be some sort of ledger if the other two could read, and soon enough the woman was back to writing in the book with charcoal." }, { "author": "Sendara", "message": "Sendara smiled, fascinated by her current acquiantances. She opened her mouth to introduce herself...\n\n\"Sendara!\"\n\nHer mouth closed, blinking. Who was calling her? She turned around, and had to quickly bring a hand up to her face to catch a bottle of milk that was headed towards her face. Sendara glanced at the thrower, a pretty middle-aged woman with flaming red hair, and quirked an eyebrow.\n\n\"A thank you gift for rebuilding my fence.\" The woman said curtly. \"Honestly, 2 Silver a day isn't enough for someone as kind as you.\"\n\nSendara laughed it off and waved as the woman left, then turned to her current party as she placed the bottle next to her glass. After taking a seat, she cleared her throat and smiled.\n\n\"As the pretty lady said, my name's Sendara. Pleasure to meet the both of ya.\"" }, { "author": "Matsuko Zalar", "message": "\"The pleasure's all mine.\" *He took another drink of his beer, this time finishing it for sure. He realized how much she was getting payed for and his expression was shocked.* \"2 Silver?! That's incredibly cheap. You honestly don't deserve that.\" *He was still shocked but he was just giving out his opinion. He sighed and continued to finish his soup, ignoring the puffs of smoke coming from the lady.*" }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "\"It may be a shame that you only make two silver for your work, but there are much less fortune souls out there. Take the slaves that the elves keep for example.\" After marking a few final things in her ledger Wolf would shut it and slide it from the table to rest beside her bag while the woman herself took the pipe from her lips to pack down the herbs in it's chamber. \"Well... What are your reasons for coming to my table out of all the other tables in this tavern? Do you two know of my business or are you just interested in my looks? If it's the latter you can leave now, because I intend to enjoy this small break I have.\"" }, { "author": "Sendara", "message": "Sendara merely laughed at their comments about her salary. To her, even 1 copper was enough if she were to recieve a happy face in return. She popped open the bottle of milk, and sniffed it. Sighing at the heavenly aroma that entered her nose, she took a big gulp, then glanced at Wolf.\n\nWhy indeed? Sendara was not one to lie in the face of people.\n\n\"It's definitely the looks.\" The Okamimi answered honestly. \"Never talked to a Dark Elf before, much less an Elf. I've met all kinds of people, but Elves seem to escape me. Oh woe is me!\"\n\nShe took another drink. \"Another reason is because my dad told me that one shouldn't be alone in a room full of people, even though they want to be. Loneliness is an alert assassin, ready to strike when the time presents itself.\"" }, { "author": "Matsuko Zalar", "message": "\"It looked like you needed some company but other than that I just wanted a seat that was unoccupied. .\" *He said as he took his cloak off and laid his eyes off of Wolf. His white eyes turned to look at Sendara, his elbows crossed.* \"Your father is a very wise man, Sendara. Anyways, back to you, Lady Wolf.\" *He turned his head, faced towards Wolf.* \"I have a question, you might get this alot but can I ask why you have the name of Lady Wolf? Since you're a Dark Elf, I'm a tad confused.\" *Matsuko's expression, curious and inquisitive.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "Wolf's eyes would linger on Matsuko for just a for seconds before she decided to speak again. \"The name Lady Wolf is a pseudonym, just as an actor would use the name Misschievous, I use the name Lady Wolf. Though I am in a vastly different profession.\" Then the lady would sit straight up in her chair, whereas she was just sitting slightly hunched over with her elbows in the table, her hands were now atop each other in her lap as she shifted her gaze back to the Oriate. \"Your father had some thoughts that could very likely get someone killed in the less civilized places of this world... But talking to me may have lead to your benefit, if you are capable of course. Tell me are there any specialties or specific skills you two hold?\"" }, { "author": "Sendara", "message": "Sendara blinked, taking a big gulp of her drink. Specialties, huh...\n\n\"I'm a good archer.\" Sendara stated, no arrogance or pride on her words. \"My sight, smell, and hearing is exceptional, even for my species. I also know a few spells, two Fire and one Earth.\"\n\nShe gulped another drink down.\n\n\"If you need a sniper and a hunter, I'm your gal.\" Sendara laughed. \"Though, when it comes to one on one fights in close quarters, I'm done for.\"" }, { "author": "Matsuko Zalar", "message": "\"I see. Hmm.. Specialties.\" *He pondered silently, thinking about his traits. It took a minute but he remembered he could summon his magical item.* \"I'm a skilled swordsman if I do say so myself, though I don't have my sword right now but I can summon it out of thin air. Since it's my magical item.\" *He said with confidence and pride. He continued to ponder.* \"Oh, since I'm a Pale Oni, I can reach a very high speed.\" *He said acknowledging his race.*" }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "\"....Both useful... That is good, fairly good in fact.\" Wolf would lean down to fish something else from her travel bag that something being two rolled up scrolls and a stamp paired with what seems to be an absurdly small knife, both of which she'd set on the table while looking back to the other two with a barely visible, uncharacteristic smirk across her lips. \"You Sendara, surely aren't happy with your meager income of two silver a day despite what you say, and I definitely could use you in my line of business. A skilled hunter could guarantee a steady income of furs and such for both my personal use and for trade stock. Matsuko, if you are truly good with a sword or at least know your way around the one you have, I could make great use of you as a guard. Seeing as I no outstanding skill in the art of battle, my only real offense being the ice golem I can command. So what say both of you to working for me, exclusively? Sendara you'd start at ten silver, and Matsuko if I can't talk you down to fifteen, you'd be starting at twenty silver a day.\"" }, { "author": "Sendara", "message": "\"Well, I wouldn't say I'm not happy.\" Sendara mused. It was true, really! She was fine and happy with her meager 2 Silver a Day. It pays the inn well, and she had fun helping people. But, 1000 Silver won't last her. 8 more Silver wasn't much, but if she compared it properly...\n\n14 Silver a week vs 70 Silver a week wasn't much of a fight. \n\n\"Eh, why not?\" Sendara shrugged, smiling. \"As long as we don't get innocents involved, I'm good. Count me in, Lady Wolf.\"" }, { "author": "Matsuko Zalar", "message": "\"Hmm.. I am looking for a new employer. 20 Silver a day is good too. Hmm.. Alright, I accept your offer.\" *He thought to himself,'20 Silver is great but the body guard thing is new to me.' He looked to Sendara and back to Wolf.* \"Sendara's right, I won't be in any part of injuring innocents, other than that when will we get started?\" *He said while putting his cloak back on.*" }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "\"Perfect, now all you two need to do is sign these papers, after all, what is business without contracts?\" The woman would unfurl the scrolls and slide one to both of her new employees, on the other hand the stamp and knife were offered to the Oriate first. \"Now all you have to do is pick your finger and wet the stamp with your blood, this contract will bind you under my employ for a month, after that month if you find employment under me unpleasant you may leave, otherwise you will sign a new contract.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Sendara's ears twitched, the canine apandeges perked up like a pair of horns. She stared at the contract, reading it as her eyes roamed over the piece of paper, then chugged down her milk and grabbed her knife. Sendara pricked her finger, nose twitching as the familiar scent of blood entered her nose, then signed the contract and wet the stamp with her blood." }, { "author": "Matsuko Zalar", "message": "*He took the contract and read it carefully, as his white eyes hovered at the contract, he finished reading. He took the knife, pricked his finger. A drop of blood slid down his finger and onto the paper, indicating that he had signed her contract. He handed it back to her, waiting patiently for her response.*" }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "\"*Excellent.* It is now my pleasure to welcome you two to the Wolf Trading Guild, this is the very start of it I suppose.\" The woman would let a very quiet chuckle slip past her lips as she moved to retrieve the now signed contracts. \"Do know that while I shall have express need of both of you at times, you're still free to roam the world and do as you see fit *And* Still get paid so long as you maintain your usefulness. Meaning I expect pelts and such to be delivered to me at least monthly as well as information from the places you visit such as the state of the economy, what groups are vying for power, and any assets that could be worth sizable effort to gain control of. We will keep in touch through whatever means available, meaning I will mostly send messenger pigeons out to you two. Now any questions before we cease formalities?\"" }, { "author": "Sendara", "message": "\"None at the moment, boss.\" Sendara gave a rueful grin. \"Also, wait her for a moment.\"\n\nThe Okamimi stood up from the table and left the tavern. Moments later, she came in again, this time with something on her shoulder. She approached the table and set it down.\n\n\"Here you go.\" Sendara said, patting the deer pelt she had recently washed and skinned. The pelt itself was rolled up, and looked to have minor damages to the actual fur. \"Not my best work. Had to skin the deer quickly because I had to sell the meat, but this here is my first 'tribute' to you.\"\n\nIt wasn't something her species did. Rather, it was something her family did. If they were hired or given something that wasn't payment for a deed they committed, they would give something back in return at that very moment. It was drilled into her brain at a young age." }, { "author": "Matsuko Zalar", "message": "\"I do not have any questions. Although I have no tribute to share, how about I buy you both drinks? I'm guessing that you'd like milk, Sendara. How about you, ma'am?\" *He offered and stood up to go to the barkeep, he asked for milk and stood their waiting for Lady Wolf's response. He payed the barkeep 3 Silver for his beer, soup and Sendara's milk.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "Wolf would raise a brow at the new pelt on the table, and then slide it closer to her in order to inspect it, which included tugging on it and running her hand across the top to feel for any holes or other fallacies. \"...It can fetch a fair price, you do good work Sendara.\" She'd nod in acknowledgement of her new employee's skill before rolling the pelt back up to tuck it beneath the table. \"I'll take some wine if they have it, preferably something with a slightly fruity taste.\"" }, { "author": "Sendara", "message": "Sendara smirked at the two, and merely waved away Matsuko's offer.\n\n\"Nah, I've already had enough.\" The woman told him, stretching her back and letting out a yawn, showcasing a pair of sharp fangs. \"I've been hunting that deer all day. Predators kept chasing it away from me. I think I'll hit the hay.\"\n\nShe cracked her neck and walked towards the stool she had sat on when she arrived, grabbing her equipment and telling the bartender to keep the glass of milk for when she wakes up.\n\n\"Later!\" Sendara grinned at the two and gave a peace sign before she disappeared upstairs, headed towards her room to finally rest her aching legs." }, { "author": "Matsuko Zalar", "message": "\"Goodbye Sendara!\" *He smiled and turned back to the barkeep.* \"You heard the woman, wine please.\" *He waited and gave the bartender another silver coin for the wine. He stood up and thanked the barkeep, he took the wine and walked back to the table.* \"Here's the wine, ma'am.\" *He passed her the glass of wine.* \"I should be heading out now.\" *He stood up, checking if he had anything missing.* \"Inform me when you are in need of me ma'am. I shall be going now, goodbye.\" *He put his hood on and walked towards the door, Indicating his leave.*" } ]

[ { "author": "plague0886", "message": "*Ardon had just recently finished him morning day stroll like he does every day. Walking in search of people who need help and after which he usually takes a breather in a near by tavern to get a drink before searching for quests to go on! That one quest he did for* **The Boss** *Had still taken a toll on him and he just couldn't believe he did such a horrible thing to that family... Threaten their lives, quickly he opened the door to the tavern taking a seat on a nearby corner. He was a fairly large figure inside the building, the man was 8'10 with four large muscular arms, he wore nothing from the waist up while from the waist down he wore some leg armor that had some decorative red cloths on it that were fairly tattered and alittle burnt a sign of him doing mercenary work for quite some time now.\n\nWhen he was there he raised a hand to one of the waitresses to call for them* \"Can I please have a mug of ale Miss?\" *He joyfully asked the woman as his voice lightly echoed within the rowdy building. He seemed like an intimidating figure but he had a bright smile on his face!*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*The waitress would immediately turn to the table Ardon is at and approach. It seems like a little crowded but Ardon would sure be lucky enough to be there when the waiters had a room to notice.* \"Of course. Coming right up, sire.\" *She would say to get the order to the bartender with a little haste.*\n\n*Albrecht himself would be at the kitchen, naturally. He was busy preparing the food which would be served to the customers. The demand was high so he had to be quick, but he had most of the work done anyway.*" }, { "author": "Syvax Yukimo", "message": "*As he looked up into the bright sky, he inhaled the fresh air around him. He wanted to take a little rest for a while, and maybe a drink in the tavern. He headed over to the inn, wearing his usually dark blue robe and his Partizan on his back. He proceeded to walk over to the bartender for a drink, noticing a very masculine being ordering a drink.*\n\n\"May I please have a mug of ale too, miss?\" \n\n*He softly asked and looked around for any unoccupied seats. After the order was made he took the mug of ale and took a seat at an empty table, taking a sip of ale.*" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "\"Thank you very much!!!\" *Ardon shouted out to the waitress his bright smile ever present with anything he does. As he looks around the room he waves to a few people he's recognized inside there, he's been in New Salvainia for quite awhile now and when people know him they now how he is just a big goofy boi looking to help whoever is in need.\n\nHmm what should he do next? He's already done the morning stroll but maybe he should try and meet more people... Maybe he should try and meet Momo again. He misses Momo alot already, as he thinks of the nice Momo a light frown comes across his face*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*The waitress smiles back, seeing the huge person smile being positively pleasant to her. You don't see that many in a tavern which actually do smile. Anyway, she takes the order of Syvax as well before leaving to get the drinks.*\n\n*Not much later, someone comes behind the bar. It seems like a man with long, curly hair and a stubble beard. Interestingly enough, he is wearing a bandana which covers most of his ears. Standing around 6 feet, from the looks alone he seems like he is in his early twenties. He takes a brief glance at the waitress who motions at him and asks* \"Uhm, I can't see the bartender anywhere. Probably on a break, so can you prepare 2 mugs of Ale?\"\n\n*Albrecht makes a face motion meaning yes and immediately starts working on it, briefly taking a glance at the two to recognize who ordered it.*" }, { "author": "Syvax Yukimo", "message": "*As he waited there on the bar stool, waiting patiently for his mug of ale. He leaned on the counter, looking at the man with a curly hairstyle. Syvax watched as he prepared the drinks. He adjusted himself into a more relaxed posture in the bar stool and kept waiting without impatience.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Albrecht gets the beer for the ordering clients and puts the beer to Syvax's table.* \"Here you go, sire.\" *He would say as he gently puts the beer.* \"Our waitress went to look for the bartender so I will do my best to get you anything you need in her absense. My sincerest apologies.\" *He would say, with the grace not expected from someone who works in the inn.*" }, { "author": "Syvax Yukimo", "message": "\"It is alright, thank you for the mug of beer. I hope everything works out.\" *He takes the mug of beer and drinks with big gulps. Quenching his dry thirst, he licked his lips and tasted the sweet flavor of beer. His expression satisfied and relaxed.* \"Ahh~\" *He removed his Partizan from his back and set it on the ground which relieved Syvax from its weight.* \"Also, may I please have fettuccine for a meal? Please and thank you.. Uhh what is your name, good sir?\" *He spoke with gratitude.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Of course. My name is Albrecht, the new cook.\" *He would answer in a pleasant tone.* \"One fettucine, coming right up.\" *Albrecht would say. He was a really gifted cook and if he wasn't working at the moment, he would talk about how he can cook with random monster parts. He could be a lot more verbose about it than one would think he can. He soon writes down the order and get to the kitchen to make it.*\n\n*A fettuccine wasn't exactly the hardest thing to do, as he didn't take long to make it. The kitchen wasn't empty today but he had enough time to stick to one order as he already made most of the work there. In fact, it was a lot to take in for today and he was about to get home. It was just another day without removing his bandana and he was glad for it.*\n\n*He soon took the fettuccine and put it to a nice looking plate, which was kind of the custom here so it wasn't extraordinary. He soon delivers the meal and gently puts it to Syvax's table.* \"Have a good appetite, sire.\" *He would say gently as he takes a step back, just in case he would order a drink or say something or anything of the sort.*" }, { "author": "Syvax Yukimo", "message": "*He waited and caught a hint of the sweet smelling aroma of the pasta. His mouth watered and finally the pasta arrived and he ate with an adequate manner. The fettuccine was delicious.* \"Who made this? This is amazing. Thank you!\" *He looked at Albrecht with a huge smile on his face and went back to eating the flavourful pasta. Occasionally he would take drinks of his mug of beer. He was very grateful and happy for coming here.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Albrecht would find himself blushing after this comment.* \"I did.\" *He would answer with a smile.* \"I am glad it was to your liking.\" *He would comment, but it was indeed what he wanted to say. The best feeling in the world was being useful to him. Well, not the best feeling but it was pretty damn close. One who looked at him closely could find it no surprise that he wears a bandana considering how fluffy his wavy hair since it would be a problem for a chef. He would take another step and check if the bartender and waitress returns. Seems like they did, and it was coincidentally the end of his shift.*" }, { "author": "Syvax Yukimo", "message": "\"Well, thank you for the meal and the mug of ale. I really appreciated it and you are a very good cook.\" *He complimented him again but it was true. The finished fettucine was perfect and it was the right flavour. He took his last drink of beer and handed all of his dishes back to Albrecht. He stood up and put his Partizan back on and headed to the counter. He paid the bartender 3 Silver for the food and his drink.* \"I'll be taking my leave now, Albrecht. Thank you for the amazing food.\" *As he walked towards the exit his expression satisfied. He looked up and took another inhale of fresh air and went about his day.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Okay.\" *He would say as Albrecht gets his stuff too. It seems like a bladed scarf so he is probably part time adventuring or something. The weapon itself seems to be pretty strange as its use is unclear but one can assume that it is a mid ranged slashing weapon. Albrecht takes a paper and rushes at Syvax's side.*\n\n\"Uhm... Forgive me for asking but are you an adventurer, by any chance?\" *He would ask Syvax, offering him the paper as he asks.*" }, { "author": "Syvax Yukimo", "message": "*He quickly turns around to see what was going on and sees the chef from before. \"Huh? Oh, uhm yes indeed I am. Why?\" *He takes the paper and stands there, looking at him in confusion.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"I wanted to be an adventurer for a very long time and I would like to do the quest but... I have no skills. I mean, I have these, but-\" *He would say, showing him his weapons. The unnecessarily long fabric of his scarf seems to be used as indeed, a dangerous slashing weapon. The bone structure of its blades seem pretty sharp. However, no abilities might be an issue indeed.* \"But I want to start somewhere.\"" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*Ardon's eyes lit up and go wide when he overheard the two talking about doing quests. Ardon walked over towards the two of them waving with one of his four hands, he hand his head looking down alittle cause he didn't really want to bump his head on the ceiling* \"Hello guys! Are you two talking about doing quests? Cause I've been looking for people to join me!\" *Like earlier he had this smile quite strange really on this incredibly tall man with four muscular arms who was also shirtless only wearing lower body armor*" }, { "author": "Syvax Yukimo", "message": "\"Huh? *He noticed the masculine man coming and seemed to be an adventurer too.* \"Sure, we could do a quest. That would be fun and atleast it would be a start on becoming an adventurer.\" *His face expression, a warm smile and he softly pats Albrecht's back.* \"We'd love to have you with us.\" *He looked at the man with four arms with a smile.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Albrecht takes a brief glance at the man and his muscles. There was no mistaking it, that was beef in the most masculine form of imaginable and surely worthy of having a taste of that bulgi- okay, I am going out of place here. So anyway, Albrecht stops his look of admiration and comments* \"The more , the merrier.\" *He would say as his back gets patted.* \"So, I am more of a follower so I would appreciate someone else to lead the way for me to get some experience. Would that be asking too much?\"" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "\"Yay! Great well uhh I've done alot of quests before but I'm not really the best when it comes to planning and stuff ahahaha.\" *He laughs awkwardly alittle as one of his large muscular arms makes their way to the back of his fiery crimson red hair scratching it with the stupidly big hand. As he does this a strange black thing seems to start moving about inside his hair* \"Oh I'm so sorry Furry I didn't mean to wake you up from your nap\" *He says apologetically to... Something after which small chirping sounds can be heard from within his hair. The man was definitely quite a strange sight\"" }, { "author": "Syvax Yukimo", "message": "\"It's alright, leave the strategy to us and suggestions are always welcome.\" *He pointed out. His feeling, very excited. He met new people and are now starting to go and find a quest.* \"Shall we go?\" *He gestured towards the door then put his hands in his robe's pockets and started walking.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Absolutely.\" *He would say and starts following Syvax where he goes. He gently pats the big guy with his elbow* \"You seem like the fighter type.\" *He would say with a smile. I mean, it is kind of obvious to anyone anyway so whatever lmao.*" }, { "author": "plague0886", "message": "\"Great! Lets go!!!\" *Ardon would say happily to the two of them as he now headed out to the door. He had this enthusiasm in his step each time he moved which kinda endangered the whole building but he didn't know that, he was just happy to meet new friends!!!*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*It was a very busy evening for a certain inn within The Salvainian Empire, it was nearly full of people on every stool and chair except for one to the dark corner. The table was quite large and had five chairs surrounding it not including the one that a large figure was sitting on and was probably the reason why no one wanted to sit down on the chairs or even get near them.\n\nThe figure was large, menacing and had six arms two of which looked strange, corrupted aswell as simply demonic it's body was just filled with muscle and one would wonder why any owner would even let such a monstrous looking man within the building in the first place! The figure just stayed there watching the people of the establishment come and go, converse and argue while it seemed like none of them even thought that the figure was strange. It seemed like he was also simply just drinking something from a comically small wooden mug that compared to him was clearly incredibly small and even laughable if you dared to laugh at the monster.*" }, { "author": "boom1341", "message": "*Out from pounding steel from his forge, and still wearing his smithing apron, would be Rhogharr. He would be up and at the tavern keeper, ordering a few tankards for himself, along with a pipe to go with it. After a few moments, he'd trot his way on over to the table, carrying all that he ordered with a big smile on his face. Just glad to have all he ordered as he sat by the man.* \n\n*Rhogharr was a little short for a Lora, especially for a mountain one as well. His skin was dark compared to others, almost blackish, making his yellow eyes stand out among it. He didn't look rich, nor did he look poor, but would still look threatening for a man of his size. His hands and arms having scars and marks all over from working. He looked old as well, his white beard being in two 'tails' as he sat, puffing on his pipe quietly.*" }, { "author": "Kenpachi Xeno", "message": "*From a long day of hunting bounties he finally gets a chance to relax and have his favourite beverage. Beer. As he made his way to the tavern door, already hearing a large amount of voices filling the room. He makes his way past the crowd and to the bartender. Asking for two mugs of beer to quench his dry thirst from a long day at work. As he carried his mugs he looked around to find a table, and for a minute he thought it was all occupied but there was one last table at the dark corner. He was relieved and sighed in relaxation, he walks up to the table and lowers his mask down to greet the two figures already sitting there.* \"Is it okay if I sit here?\" *He said, lowering his mugs down and grabs a chair to sit on.*" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "Entering the inn's doors, a young-looking woman with long brown hair and eyes never seen before; Bright red eyes that showed a mystery in the woman. That was Yukine, hiding her true form with Concealment. After having a long day of travel, she needed a break and some fun, so she decided to try something from this inn. Although her expectations were not very high, she went to the counter and ordered a simple water to start the evening.\n\nUpon receiving her mug, Yukine turned around looking for some free table where she could sit, alone. Unfortunately for her bad luck, or luck, there was only one table left. There sat a tall man, a dwarf and a young man, who, it seemed, was the most normal among them. Since there was no choice, Yukine approached the table and looked at the three of them, her red eyes shining for an instant.\n\n\"Do you mind if I sit here with you?\"" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*The three meter tall titan would look over towards the just sudden group of people that would gather around him and his formerly annoyed and disgruntled face would slowly begin to form a wide grin as three of his six hands would begin waving at all of the people there* \"Hello there! My name's Ardon, Ardon Surfist and yeah its okay for you guys to sit there I didn't really even think anyone would like to join me in my table if I was gonna be honest.\" *The large titan would say happily as he acted much more joyful and aloof unlike his intimidating exterior. He was really just happy that people would even consider sitting with him ever since he woke up today alot more people have just been avoiding him and just have been acting scared of him in general... He assumed it was probably cause of the sudden growth spurt though. His body was suddenly just so much bigger and alot more powerful which even scared him alittle which was kinda sound if he was actually capable of thinking that deep into things*" }, { "author": "boom1341", "message": "*The roughly 3ft Lora would just look up at him, laughing a little at the comment of him being a freakshow.* \"Ah, don't worry, we're all just like you in a way. Hell, i hardly get enough customers to pay for the boots that i wear!\" *Said Rhogharr, rather cheerfully* \"Anyways, My name is Rhogharr, Rhogharr Dragrisl, but you can call me The Red if you wish.\" *Said Rhogharr, drinking up the rest of one Tankard, before putting it back down on the table. For an old Lora, he was quite nice towards this large lad, even if he may be a genetic freak on the surface.*" }, { "author": "Kenpachi Xeno", "message": "\"Thank you.\" *He takes a drink from one mug, his expression relaxed. He adjusts himself to feel more comfortable and notices a young lady come to the table.* \"Sure.\" *His head turned to the giant at the other chair, his size was immensely huge and also very masculine.* \"I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Kenpachi Xeno, or Ken for short.\" *He had a warm smile on his face and was pleased to meet new people.* \"To be honest, I haven't seen this many people in a tavern before in a very long time.\" *He laughs.*" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "Yukine nodded when she heard that she could sit with the strangers, and went to sit on a chair, a little away from them. She didn't like strangers very much in her life, but that was only for one night, right? She drank some of the water in her mug and watched each one carefully. The largest, called Ardon, did not look as monstrous to her as others saw him. In fact, he reminded her of a kind man who once helped her when she needed it most. The dwarf appeared to be normal, and a good person. And the silver-haired man appeared to be a warrior, or something; But what intrigued her was the scar he had on his eye. After analyzing the men, she decided to introduce herself to them.\n\n\"My name is Yukine. The surname does not matter. Just call me Yukine, please.\"\n\nShe continued to drink some of her water, and then placed the mug on the table, resting her hands on her lap." } ]

[ { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*Ardon would begin to move closer towards the light and away from the dark corner revealing more of his features to the group as he drank some of his ale. His face was rugged and just filled scars that look like they're from blades and such, his body matched except his top half was left bare showing them all his large rippling pectorals and his muscular abs that lined his stomach. On his head he had crimson red hair and as he moved about it seemed to have a mind of its own from time to time seeming like it had black hair mixing with it. He would give a nod to each one of them as they spoke and introduced themselves to him* \"Nice to meet you Red, Ken and Yukine! And ya know I am really confused as to why there's so many people here today usually its not this crowded! So how are you guys?\"\n\n*He would ask them with a smile hoping that they had a much better day than he did. As he looked about the group he thought about what Red said 'We're all just like you in a way.' That kept repeating in his mind as he looked about the group... None of them really were like him, they all looked normal, they all looked like the kind of people that you would probably see in the everyday street maybe Ken has that big scar on his eyes and Yukine aswell as Ken both have red eyes on them they're not much of a freak like him...*" }, { "author": "boom1341", "message": "*Rhogharr, even though he was puffing at his pipe, would looking around the tavern to see anyone really suspicious of the sort. Although, Rhogharr did have a 4 hoofed friend walk into the tavern, his Oxen he named 'Betsy', nudging up against him.* \"Well, other then this big lad being a bit of a pain in my side, i'm fairly well off. Haven't had much trouble nor adventure, besides going down abandoned mine shafts and picking off what little iron is left in them.\" *Said Rhogharr, as Betsy would appear to drink from his tankard.* \n\n\"However, i was wondering if any of you would be willing to help me down in the abandoned mines, maybe get a bit of ore out of it. Maybe even find a ruby or two, you never know.\" *Said Rhogharr, a smile on his lips as he puffed on his pipe.*" }, { "author": "Kenpachi Xeno", "message": "\"Sorry, Red. I don't think I'm compatible for that, I'll be too weak.\" *He chuckles, but he was surpised that an Ox would be allowed in a crowded place like this. He takes another drink from his tankard.* \"I only collect bounties.\" *He says, letting them know that he was clearly a bounty hunter. He looks back towards the Ox.* \"So they allow Ox's to come to taverns too?\"" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "Yukine continued to watch the three men around her, quickly glancing toward the ox and then to Kenpachi. She didn't know much to do as the men in front of her talked to each other, except to drink the water in her mug and watch them. After finishing the water, she put the mug back on the table and decided to participate a little more in the conversation, despite being suspicious of everyone who was at the inn that night.\n\n\"I'm not so good, but I prefer not talking about it.\" She paused for a moment to listen to Kenpachi and Rhogharr. \"Well, I don't know how to work in a mine, so I think it would be a disaster.\"" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*A light frown went on Ardon's face as he heard that Yukine wasn't doing well, his mouth had opened to speak but upon hearing that she didn't really wanna speak about it he just closed him mouth* \"O-Oh... I'm sorry about that, About the mines Mr. Red I actually can give you a hand... Well err six! I've never really been within the mines before but I always like helping people whenever I can and maybe going in a mine would be fun and interesting?!\" \n\n*Ardon would say loudly and joyful which would now suddenly wake up something within his crimson red hair, a little beak and fluffy black feathers as a furrow revealed itself from within him poking its head out with a chirp. It was something that looked like a small piece of jerky as it was just looking about within the tavern and mainly the people near them drinking on the table debating if he should become friends with them. As he made his presence know Ardon gave a big smile as there were now two cutesy animals in the table* \n\n\"Oh! Furry hiya! I'm sorry to wake you up from your nap but I'm glad you're awake we have some new friends here with us, this is Ken, Red and Yukine aswell as Red's oxen friend.\" *Ardon was quite happy to have so many friends joining him right now, it really made him feel accepted and this feeling just translated through his happy expression!!!*" } ]

[ { "author": "boom1341", "message": "*Rhogharr at first he saw everything about this man, until he noticed the little friend up in his head. Chuckling, he'd set his empty tankards down on the table to admire it for a few moments.* \"So Yukine, you're not much of a woman for words, but what profession do you work as?\" *Said Rhogharr, as he reached over to pet Betsy's head, who would slowly move to rest her head on the shoulder of him.* \n\n\"It's fine if you're not interested in the mining job, just seeing who'd be willing if they could.\" *Said Rhogharr, leaning back in his chair as he gazed over at Ken for a moment.*\"And since you're a bounty hunter, i could help you with that profession if you need. And also, to answer your question, who would try to kick out Betsy? It's hard enough to mover her..\"" }, { "author": "Kenpachi Xeno", "message": "*He takes another drink from his mug and laughs.* \"You are right, Red. She does look bulky.\" *He was interested on what Red was talking about by my profession. He raised his eyebrow.* \"In what way can you help me, Red?\" *He was sitting their patiently for his answer, hoping maybe he could ask him to repair his weaponry. Or buy some new weapons.*" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "Yukine arched an eyebrow as the fluffy friend of Ardon appeared, it made her chuckle a bit and feel more comfortable with the men. The small animal reminded Yukine of the falcon that normally followed her around, and which she named Stormi. That night, it didn't show up at the inn, but kitsune knew it would probably meet it later. Returning to the boys, Yukine nodded to Red and sighed slightly.\n\n\"Well, I am a bounty hunter as well. But sometimes I track people for others.\"" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "\".....You guys are bounty hunters right? I'm just a mercenary but uhh don't you guys feel bad for the people you hurt? Sometimes even kill? I had done a quest yesterday fighting cultists and.....I killed four of them. I kinda felt really bad and guilty about the whole thing now.\" *Ardon would say alittle sadly as he was reminded of how he just cracked the skulls of those people one he even split open and completely just killed. The entire time that happened he didn't know why but he couldn't think straight his mind just had one single goal and that was to kill all of them. He was kinda messed up about the whole thing and after that he suddenly just grew and gained more limbs and looked more scarier! Alot of things changed and he doesn't think he could make a living out of hurting people.\n\nAs he thought this which was a rare thing for him to even do his face had this frowned expression meanwhile his little furrow friend Furry would begin to crawl about and go on the table. He had this piece of jerky that he would do his best to break apart with his beak and give a small part to Red, Yukine and Ken along with the oxen before crawling back and wrapping himself around Ardon's neck still eating his now very small piece of jerky chirping happily as this was his way of trying to make friends with all the people aswell as ox* \"Hehe Furry is trying to be friends with you guys, he did this to me the first time we met\"" }, { "author": "boom1341", "message": "*Rhogharr, surprised that almost everyone at the table was a bounty hunter, would set all legs of his chair down.* \"Well, what i can do is fix and make your weapons if you need, just need the materials to do it is all. If what you're doing is right that is and not killing a public figure, like a baron or count.\" *Said Rhogharr, holding the piece of jerky back up to the bird like creature.*\n\n\"I do thank you for the offer Furry, but the Ox hates it when i eat in front of her.\" *Said Rhogharr, as Betsy would nudge Rhogharr's face into Ardon's shoulder.* \"See, she hardly likes it. Or she doesn't like me at the moment, i'll never know, i don't speak Ox... Yet.\" *Said Rhogharr, as he began to take a small dagger from his pocket, cleaning under his nails for the time.* \"And you said you're a tracker of people? I may need you one day. Oh and Ardon, when you reach my prime age of 200, you'll get tired of the adventuring and settle down one day with a lovely wife and home. Until then, i'd say keep what you're doing and explore...\"" }, { "author": "Kenpachi Xeno", "message": "\"That would be greatly appreciated, I do need my weapons repaired and maybe I could get a new dagger. This one is kind of old.\" *He pulls the dagger out to show Red. He chuckled when Red said 'I don't speak Ox... Yet'. He would look at Yukine and Ardon with his red eyes.* \"Huh, I guess we have something in common.\" *He looks back at Red.* \"Red, don't worry, I don't do attack innocents. I do this job not only for profit but to bring peace to the world.\" *He would reassure him.* \"As for my equipment, maybe I can get the certain resources for you and you can assist me along the way.\"" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "Yukine nodded to Rhogharr and offered a smirk to him. Tracking people was one of her jobs since her kingdom was destroyed by someone who was once her friend, and unfortunately betrayed her. At least, the woman who betrayed her taught her many things, and that is the only thing Yukine is grateful for. In fact, everyone there had something in common. She would look at the men for a moment before she started talking.\n\n\"Well, we do that for living. It's not a choice to kill or not kill someone. Most of the time it is necessary to take someone's life in exchange for yours.\"\n\nYukine chose not to comment on her past, as she carried such a burden on her conscience that no one could ever free her. She had raised a hand to order a drink for her, but a little stronger this time. The waiter would eventually come to deliver it, and so she took a sip of her beer.\n\n\"Also, thank you for your offer, Rhogharr.\"" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*Furry chirped more at Rhogharr as he heard him say thank you he seemed to be quite happy that he took the piece of jerky from him. Ardon mean while would not as he heard the people spoke but his face wasn't really accepting their words and he wasn't happy with the answers he got, for Ardon he was given a choice to kill or not to kill someone but he still did it... He didn't know why but he still killed that man and it was just like something took over him a lust for blood while his mind was clouded in anger and rage.*\n\n\"*I-I did have a choice...*\" *The titan would say alittle bit silently as he looked down towards his newly formed arms they were dark and demonic, his eyes were just sad as he stared at his hands knowing what they were capable of doing.* \"Rhogharr you're 200? I've met so many people that are hundreds of years older than me... I'm just 25 and I already feel tired about things.\" *He said with as sigh as he closed his hand and looked up at them once more with that familiar happy smile that he had when he greeted all of them* \n\n\"Anyway! I do hope that I'll be able to settle down one day but I've heard that my kind can live for a thousand years and that kind of scares me alittle in a way but I'm sure I'll get through it!\" *He'd say as he would pet Furry's feathers while one of his hands began drinking from his small mug that to them would just seem like a normal sized mug, it would quickly be downed and he'd raise up one of his hands to ask a waiter or waitress for another mug of ale to drink*" }, { "author": "boom1341", "message": "*Rhogharr would nudge Ardon's shoulder with his elbow, a happy smile on his face as he looked up at him.* \"Cheer up chum, be glad that you're making up new friends as you walk your path. Especially with that bird friend of yours, unless you'd rather have an oxen.\" *Said Rhogharr, getting a hoof stomp on the floor for his words from Betsy, who would have appeared to stolen a carrot.*\n\n\"Now Yukine, i believe you'd make an excellent hunter in the far flung future, maybe even a trapper if you're up to it. It's good work, and you can probably keep the meat of what you catch.\" *Said Rhogharr, patting Betsy as she bumped into a barmaid, handing a tankard to Rhogharr and a potato to Betsy.* \"And the offer of good tools and weapons are up for you as well Yukine.\"\n\n*Taking a encouragement swig of whatever was in the tankard he just got, he'd look over at Ken.* \"If your targets have any goods that they may be relieved of, and placed under 'missing', i wouldn't mind. As for that dagger...\" *Said Rhogharr, reaching into his satchel to take out a decently sized dagger for what it's worth.* \"I'll trade you that for this right here.\"" }, { "author": "Kenpachi Xeno", "message": "\"Oh? Really?\" *He would take his dagger out again, giving his own in exchange for the blacksmith's. He felt the weight and the blade seemed to be sharp. Way better than his old one.* \"This dagger is a fine one. Very nice, thank you Red.\" *His face forms a warm smile, he was grateful to have this new dagger and couldn't wait to try it out.* \"And as for the 'goods' I get from my targets I'll be sure to give them to you.\" *He assured Red then looked to Ardon.* \"I'm sure you'll be fine, a Titan like you? Who would stand a chance?\" (except oshi lmfao) *He chuckled.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "\"Ahaha ha ha ha... Yeah *Who would stand a chance?*\" *Ardon would say while forcing a smile as he looked towards his small little mug taking another big gulp at it while just staring. Not staring at Yukine or Ken not even Red just staring at the table his eyes just lost. Him not knowing what to do, it was kinda nice to hear what the people had to say about him and them trying their best to cheer him up and be encouraging but it was incredibly hard to do so. He hasn't seen Momo ever since they saw each other in that inn and now with all this stuff he's just beginning to doubt his own capabilities what if he goes into a rampage again?\n\nFurry who was on his neck began to chirp loudly a his face after awhile, he was staring to be over Ardon's moping and staring. With his left over small piece of jerky that compared to Ardon just looked like a small he took it and shoved it inside his mouth before chirping once more. Since he didn't really have all that big of arms he just gave him a tight hug with his long noodle boi body wrapping around the Titan*" }, { "author": "boom1341", "message": "\"Well, with those stunning looks of yours, i'd think they'd drop to their knees at the sheer sight of you.\" *Said Rhogharr, trying to liven up the mood a bit as to not make it feel stale like the ale he drank. He'd lean in towards Ardon, murmuring quietly.* \"Don't put yourself down because of a few bad things in the past, you're better then that. Keep yourself up with what is in the now and prepare for the future.\"\n\n*He'd pull away from Ardon and back to Yukine it seemed, interested in her kitsune like ways.* \"So you don't use normal weapons? Ah, then you may be a caster or something similar. I do hope you're having it easy, all i can do is speak to those who can't and mend metals together.\" *Said Rhogharr, petting his ox quietly.*\n\n\"And i figured you like the knife, heavier at the tip yet light enough to be shoved up a sleeve in necessary. It took me a good day or two alone for the handle.\" *Rhogharr would say, taking out a small cross and shield emblem from his pocket.* \"You know, i used to be adventurers like you lads, even Bounty hunters. Until i met the world of smithing, I saw much glory then the gold...\"" }, { "author": "Kenpachi Xeno", "message": "\"That's quite inspiring, Red.\" *He would take a drink from his mug then clear his throat.* \"I honestly would love to be a blacksmith whenever I become older. It seems like hard work but it pays off. To craft weapons and construct gear seems so fun.\" *He would keep looking at Red. He sighed.* \"But, I'm still young and I want to travel the world.\" *He chuckled. His eyes turned to his new dagger, he couldn't wait to try it out. If this dagger can parry then maybe he can use it in one on one combat. He held it, spinning it around with caution, testing it's weight. Then he stopped and held the grip tightly.* \"Red, can this dagger parry?\" *He was curious because he really needed a dagger that can parry so his attacks would be more continuous.*" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "\"Uhh, I like to use magic.\"\n\nShe shrugged and remained quiet after it, her hands slowly passing through her hair as she watched the three. She didn't have much to say, since she preferred not to reveal much about her skills and her race. She would then turn her attention to Kenpachi, who had started talking to Rhogharr. Apparently the three in front of her used weapons instead of magic, or at least managed to fight hand-to-hand. This interested her, even though she used a weapon and was a bit good at one-on-one fights, she still preferred magic. However, learning to use weapons better would be good for her, since maybe she won't have the magic in her favor one day. So she decided to pay attention to Kenpachi and Red, trying to get some knowledge of what they were talking about at the time.\n\n\"So, you guys prefer using weapons to fight? I would love to learn more about it.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*Ardon rapidly blinked for a little before looking up towards Yukine who had asked them all a question.* \"Hmm? Oh! Uhh I used a Glaive back then whenever I fought but someone told me that I should maybe use more direct weapons cause I have such powerful and large arms so I had these knuckles custom made for me! As well as enchanted!!! I haven't used them yet but the magic in them is supposed to make me more powerful when attacking\" \n\n*The large Titan would say to Yukine happily while pulling out six large and powerful looking knuckle dusters every two of which were of a different design with beautiful carvings in it. Each of them were especially made for his large fists, two had a large blades made into the front part where all the strikes would meet, they also had carvings of soft swirling waves. Another two had spiked protrusions out from the front part of it and if one were to look closely it had flecks of glass within it, these ones had no carvings but seemed to look slightly grainy in texture similar to that of sand. The last two pairs looked to be regular knuckle dusters but they also had beautiful carvings that of the sea and the life within it! He showed the weapons to the people pridefully as he was glad to show off these weapons that represented a part of him* \n\n\"These knuckles are like part of my home and I love the blacksmiths who helped work on it, they really listened to what I had to say and now they fit perfectly to my hands so when I strike it's really nice on the hands!\" *Ardon would say simply as he had this big goofy smile on him. He looked down towards the weapons on the table and implored the three to take a closer look at what he had*" }, { "author": "boom1341", "message": "*Rhogharr would gaze on over to the assortment of weapons, seeing that he had a broad array of death on his own part. Seeing this, he'd automatically pick up one of the blades and dusters, feeling their weight and examining for any impurities in the metal.* \"Who ever made these, i have to go see one day. Good work, nice layout of material, and a good wood grip. Wrap it in leather and you have a deadly sword, let alone weapon.\" \n\n*Rhogharr would put the blade and duster down, setting them in the pile for now.* \"Yes Ken, it can parry if you want it to, although not perfectly. I'll need to put a larger cross guard for your hands if it were to do that, and maybe make it into a sword breaker.\" *He'd eye at Yukine for a moment before answering her question.* \"Well, i'm not that much of a caster, and learning magic in general is a slow and expensive process for an old fart like me.\"" }, { "author": "Kenpachi Xeno", "message": "*His eyes lit up and his face turned into a huge smile.* \"Hell yea! I've only seen a few but they look amazing.\" *He was so excited, 'A sword breaker.. That sounds menacing.'* \"If it isn't too much to ask of you, could you please make it into a Sword breaker?\" *He would say, as he held the dagger out to give it back to Red.* \"And maybe I can help you create it.\" *He suggested but he knew nothing of smithing. He turned his attention to Yukine.* \"I'm a bit of mage too, since I'm an Air Macen, I have some Air element spells. They come in handy in different situations.\" *He would acknowledge his race and would take another drink from his second beer, then clear his throat.* \"Though, I prefer my weapons instead of my spells. If I didn't have magic, I'd at least focus on being a good swordsman.\" *He would say and move on.* \"But, that's just my opinion.\"" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "Yukine watched the weapons Ardon happily showed them, her eyes carefully studying each pair. They were well made and had a beautiful design, as well as they seemed to damage those who hit with them. She liked to see people's happiness in simple things, or at least with things she thought were simple. She offered the titan a cheerful smile, her red eyes shining for a moment, as if they flashed a red light in them. She would then return her attention to Red and Kenpachi.\n\n\"That's interesting! I like both to use magic and weapons, but I still prefer to use magic. Though I'm trying to get better with weapons, I still need someone to help me.\"\n\nShe would smile and close her eyes, in a slightly nervous way. Apparently she was the only one there that wasn't so good with weapons. She would then drink some more of the beer she had ordered earlier, taking one sip at a time. She seemed a little more comfortable with men, and also a little happier." } ]

[ { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "\"Magic is fun and all since I also use it a lot! But it's kinda hard to rely on at least for me cause after I do a few of my spells I easily become tired and can't cast anymore. I'm not really good at any other weapons aside from the ones that I use and am already experienced with like glaives, short swords and my new knuckle dusters!!!\"\n\n*Ardon would say while he looked at Yukine making eye contacts while speaking to the woman, he was happy that they finally got her to open up and start joining in the conversation more. Earlier it didn't really seem like she wanted to be with any of them while talking since she sat far away from them as well as her seeming so conservative. Ardon would continue on drinking his second mug of ale while picking back up the large knuckles putting them back on his bag*" }, { "author": "boom1341", "message": "*As Rhogharr was taking the last sips of his tankard, he'd appear to hand it over to Betsy, who would then drink it as if it was water.* \"If you're both adept in magic, then what can you do exactly? Always wondered if there was some form of food magic you can do, and just summon it. Speaking of which...\" *Said Rhogharr, before a bar maiden came with a plate laden with assorted smoked meats, cheeses, and two full loaves of bread.* \n\n\"Now, about that sword breaker, there's a reason why they're few in the world. They're hard to make, but that doesn't mean i can't make one. The only bad part would to make it a single edged blade, and that would do.\" *Said Rhogharr, before handing a bit of sausage to Ardon's bird friend, thinking he'd like it at least.*" }, { "author": "Kenpachi Xeno", "message": "\"Oh, it's okay Red. I use a single edged sword aswell. So it doesn't seem like it would be a problem.\" *He was grateful and also intrigued from what Red said. 'A reason why they're few in the world.' It came to his attention that people might not use them as often.* \"How long would it take to create a sword breaker?\" *He asked, mostly because he doesn't want to be a nuisance to Red. Red also said it was hard to make, the materials to make it might be expensive.. Anyways, back to Red's question about or magic. He thought for a moment then answered.* \"I've got three spells and they are the only ones I can use. They're all air spells though, one sends out strong winds and pushes the enemies back. My second sends out a cone object that launches to the enemy, so basically a distraction. My last spell makes me faster.\" *He held out three fingers for each of his spells. Though it sounded boring, it helped in different situations.*" } ]

[ { "author": "boom1341", "message": "*Rhogharr, although he didn't have much more to say for this magic stuff, he would at least try to chip in.* \"Well, i don't know much about this casting, but i knew a few powerful wizards who'd come by and enchant a few weapons here and there. They were a little odd to say the least, but they're good folk just like yourselves.\" *Said Rhogharr, not noticing that the oxen was casually scarfing down an entire loaf of bread.*\n\n\"Now, fo any of you want to talk about any of the great adventures you've been on? I bet that there is plenty you'd love to share to the rest of us.\" *Said Rhogharr, only now noticing that his oxen has consumed an entire loaf and was halfway through another.* \"And i bet you'd like to tell me where those went.\" *Exclaimed Rhogharr towards Betsy, who appeared to huff at him.*" }, { "author": "Kenpachi Xeno", "message": "*He crosses his arms.* \"Hmm.. Great adventures?\" *He relaxed himself and sighed.* \"On my first quest, I think it was my favourite. I made a new friend, he was a vampire and a mage. Once it got dark we had to spend the night on a side of the mountain. We had to ascend up a mountainside and the air got thinner while we kept escalating. We fought bandits and a mage that would summon wolves to attack us.\" *He chuckled, it felt so nostalgic. He finished his mug of beers with his last drink. He clears his throat.* \"We managed to complete the quest and get back to our own lives. Although it was a tough quest, we pushed through and got rid of the bandits.\" *He sighed.* \"I wonder if I'll ever meet him again.\" *He smiled, acknowledging his friend. Though it was from a long time ago, he could remember it clearly.*" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "\"I haven't had many adventures in my life. I only worked for a few people, trained a little and ended up getting to this place. Let's say my life was kind of... Boring.\"\n\nYukine would be lying when she said that her life was boring, since she preferred not to touch her past too much with other people, especially those she hardly knew. In fact, her story was quite sad. She preferred to stay in her corner and watch the rest of the group and what they were talking about, noting that Ardon was not talking much and isolated himself a little. She offered the titan a smile, then turned her attention to the silver-haired boy when she heard him mention 'vampire'. Vampire... She hadn't yet revealed herself to be one, and she didn't intend to either.\n\n\"You guys seem to have experienced some pretty cool things... What about you, Ardon? Did you live something like that?\"" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "\"Well I've gone on alot of quests and stuff but they're usually just fighting criminals and bandits. People running away from their bosses and stuff\" *Ardon would say alittle sadly as he was unable to really find a fun story to tell the group... Until he looked down towards his neck noticing the sleepy furrow wrapped around him!*\n\n\"Oh! Oh I know one! Its about how I met furry, one time my friend Momo and I met because we took the same quest which was to help out this old lady with some furrows. We were trying to feed them like food and stuff but only two of them actually wanted to be our friend and one of them was Furry! And then like a bunch of furrows maybe like a hundred or something began swarming us and biting us and stuff but we managed to like fight them off and win!\" *Ardon may or may not have been alittle over-exaggerated with the way he told the story but he was happy and that quest was one of the most fun he's ever had when doing stuff*" } ]

[ { "author": "boom1341", "message": "*Although he was glad to hear of these men at least console him, and hearing that Ardon was somehow also part plant, he'd decide that maybe he should get out of this sad mood for the moment.* \"Thanks for the suggestions and the use of your help, i'll just be on my own with Betsy for now until i really need to decide. Other then that, i'll keep living my normal life.\"\n\n\"Especially when my possible death can always be at any moment, i'll at least cherish the moments that i still have. For now, i'm just glad that i have you lads as friends and not enemies.\" *Rhogharr would look up before he said this, his eyes slightly closed as his smile came back to his face, glad to be here at the moment.* \"Although, i'll probably get that dog...\"" }, { "author": "Kenpachi Xeno", "message": "*He smiled and chuckled when he said he'll get the dog. He would turn his head towards Ardon.* \"Well that seems pretty interestin. I guess you learn something new everyday.\" *'I wonder if they could make quadruplets.' He chuckled and would turn his attention back to Yukine and her brother.* \"It's okay, Yukine. It was my fault for asking questions about your personal life. Sorry..\" *He was apologetic. It seemed like the woman had been through a lot. He felt sympathy for her.* \"It seems like you've been through a lot and I'll stop pestering you with questions.\"" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "\"No, it's okay. I really don't like to talk about the past, since I think it's something that I can't change, so it makes no difference. It's okay to be curious about my past. But then, what about you? Do you have a brother? Or some interesting story?\"\n\nYukine looked at Kenpachi with a faint smile before turning her attention to Ardon. Being able to raise her own child without someone seemed interesting to her. That was a subject that worried her slightly. Yukine wanted to find someone she could trust and love, have a child and continue with her family name. But for now she is not so worried, since she was still 21 years old and could live for more than 100 years. Or maybe forever, if she managed to achieve immortality." } ]

[ { "author": "boom1341", "message": "*Rhogharr would chuckle at Ardon, finding it funny he'd be able to care for a child, let alone an oxen.* \"I'll stick with my dog idea for now Ardon, even if they can't pick up a hammer. They can at least grab the mail or letters for me, which is nice in a way.\" *Said Rhogharr, now taking a long sip of his tankard before asking anymore question.* \"And well, sorry to come off a bit rude with how i'm going to ask, but who or what made you exactly?\" *Said Rhogharr, interested with the strangeness of him and the multiple arms of different types*" }, { "author": "Kenpachi Xeno", "message": "\"Those are some really wise words, Yukine.\" *He would smile and when she asked those questions his memories would appear in his head. He had a family and a little sister that he loved so much. He would look down at the table.* \"Uhm.. I had a sister that I loved so very much. She was only 11 when she.. When she died.. \" *A teardrop would come down from his eye and he tried wiping it off but the tears still came.* \"I-Iris.. That was her name.. She was a kindhearted and cute little girl.\" *As the tears came down he would rest his head on his elbows and cry on the table. A moment later, he would wipe his tears off and look at his finished tankards.* \"The only reason why I became an alcoholic was because I wanted to wash away my pain. I couldn't save her and I can't change that.\" *He would sigh, his heart hurting.*" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "Yukine stared at Kenpachi as he talked about his sister. Certainly she didn't think he was going to start crying, much less that his sister was dead. Apparently it was better that she didn't ask that question, because she didn't know how to deal with people crying. She didn't feel guilty that he remembered bad memories, but she also wasn't completely ignoring that fact. Yukine sighed and put a hand on the table before speaking.\n\n\"I'm sorry for bringing it up, but your sister must be seeing you now. Then stop crying.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Williard was here in this crowded tavern,sit down on a chair, he was messing whit the strings of his lute trying to get them the exact way he wanted them to sound, when he wasn't doing that he would take a sip of his glass of water or taking a bite out of his chicken and mushroom crepes,williard was a fine 2 meter tall man whit fancy hat and clothes for the time, the color purple being a very rare , mostly seen only within the high class*" }, { "author": "dragonflywings68", "message": "*Chansandra would walk into the tavern, her dark plate armor covered in water droplets from outside, she would approach the bar keeper, and take her helm off, and sorting her white hair out*\n\"I'll have some beer\" *Chansandra stands 2.1 metres tall, and her fitted armor has quite the imposing figure*\n*After a short while the bartender passes down a pint of beer and says it will go on tab*\n\"Thanks\"" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Once williard had found the perfect sound he wanted his lute to make, he's start to make a nice litle song, it felt kinda... Homey, and whit the rain is outside, it was all the more relaxing,the atmospher of the bar even tough it was even more crowded whit the entrance of chansandra, the tavern seemed somewhat more calm.*" }, { "author": "dragonflywings68", "message": "*Chansandra, leaning against the bar counter, starts to drink her beer while listening to the music being played, to her surprise it was enjoyable*\n*After a song or two she would approach the musician*\n\"Hey, I just want to know how u iu did that?\"\n*Her facial expression is a mix of confidence and puzzled*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*After he had finish his song he would see chansandra approach him and hear her simple question, he would of course answer whit*\n``oh,it's actually quite simple,it's mostly just having the right strings and changing the strings to the right tuning pegs, it's the sort of round part that is on the top part of the lute, after that it's just knowing how to play the lute and what to play,if you want you can watch me play the next song i have in mind``" } ]

[ { "author": "dragonflywings68", "message": "*Chansandra interested, sits down at the mans table*\n\"Alright, I'll watch\"\n*She observes the man carefully, with curiosity but also being Cautious* *She also takes a sip from her beer*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Williard would fiddle a bit whit his string and the tuning pegs,after a moment of doing this he finally found the perfect sound he wanted for it to make and then started playing, the music seemed to give a feeling of beauty and power, it seemed inspired by the Fexaw Desert,perhaps did this man visit this desert, or did he just randomly hear this song somewhere and try to recreate it.*" }, { "author": "dragonflywings68", "message": "*Chansandra would take in the music, and realise that it was similar to the music played in her home kingdom*\n*After the some was finished*\n\"That song, it reminds me of the music that was played where I was born\"" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Williard after finishing this music would take a bite of his crepes, finishing them,he would then hear what chansandra had to say, he would then answer whit*\n``let me guess,you either lived in one of the nearby desert,or in one of those lost kingdom that got destroyed leaving \"No\" Trace of any survivor that seemed to be scattered everywhere across and outside drase, either way this type of music is quite common on both for some reason.``" }, { "author": "dragonflywings68", "message": "\"Hmm, good guess but no, where I'm from they played music with a similar tune to the one you played whenever there was a game on, but there was more instruments involved\"\n*Chansandra then proceeds to l finish her drink off*\n\"You know. You are the first man I have ever heard play music\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Liebhilde", "message": "*Liebhilde (Lieb for friends - and, since she had none - for all the people that considered her name too long) was sitting by a table in the corner, with her back towards the room. It was getting late and most of the people have already left the inn, but Lieb alway was the last one to leave... Since several weeks ago, that is. She tried not to think about the... Recent events, and to achieve that goal, she often had to resort to getting drunk. And today wasn't any different. Lieb was already quite intoxicated, having spent almost all of her yesterday earnings on alcohol. She intended to order even more, but she suddenly felt very dizzy and lay her head on the table.*" }, { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "*The young Fae was wandering around, looking for some place to stay. She didn't have much money, so it would have to be cheap. But first, a drink. She had to forget. Or at least try to, though she knew it would never happen. She would need a lot to do so.*\n\n*This time, she wouldn't be carried on the shoulders of her summon, instead opting to walk. Big mistake. She soon became out of breath, her lungs weak. Fortunately, she was already at the tavern, and walked in, opening the door with her foot.*\n\n*Inside, the tavern seemed to be empty, except for one. A blond, laying her head down on a table. Poor thing probably drank too much. Choosing to take a seat next to her, on the left, she would smile a little, then turn to the bartender.*\n\n\"Sake, please. You ok there?\"\n\n*If Liebhilde saw her left side, she wouldn't find an arm, rather, a massive 9 ring broadsword hanging from a hook on her shoulder.*" }, { "author": "Liebhilde", "message": "*She didn't expect anyone to sit next to her. Local people already knew it's no use talking to her, when she's drunk, so it must be a traveler... Lieb raised her head a bit to look at the person. Nothing special... Or so she thought - her sight was getting blurry and she didn't notice the Fae's lack of arm.*\n\"Uh... Vat...\" *She was surprised by the question and spent several seconds trying to come up with an answer*\n\"I'm... I zink I'm fine...\" *She mumbled out, then lowering her head onto the table again*" }, { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "*Diao would let out a small chuckle, giving her a small pat on the back. It was obvious that she wasn't well. Taking a small sip of the sake, the Fae would then go into a violent hacking cough for a few seconds. Seems like it was strong. Normally she would be fine, but it seems like something had happened. Or she's new to alchol, which one would assume, but wasn't the case.*\n\n*As a precaution, a small, blue tinted runestone would be tossed to her feet, just to stay safe. You never know what kind of weirdos there are.*\n\n\"What are you doing here? You look like you've been here a while.\"" }, { "author": "Liebhilde", "message": "*The pat on the back made her feel... Weird. She got used to the idea that nobody takes interest in how she feels. People would just leave her alone, as she wanted to. She healed them, as part of their work but she didn't interact with them at all outside of her cottage.*\n\"I'm... Um... I'm drinking... Vell, I vas drinking...\" *She mumbled. All this alcohol she consumed prevented her from speaking clearly, as if her accent wasn't doing that already.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "\"Was drinking. That's accurate. It's not safe to drink any more for you.\"\n\n*It would be quite difficult for Diao to make out what she was saying, but she could understand it. She wasn't sure if this woman could even walk properly.*\n\n\"Do you think you can walk? I can escort you back to your home if you wish.\"\n\n*She would take a sip of her sake, which would then be refilled, and some of the clear liquid would disappear down her throat again, giving her another coughing fit.*\n\n\"Damn, that's good.\"" }, { "author": "Liebhilde", "message": "\"I... I don't knov... Maybe...\" *She was getting more and more sleepy, and she knew the stranger was right. She shouldn't drink any more tonight. However, she wasn't sure whether accepting help from the stranger was such a good thing to do...*\n\"Z... Zank you, but I'm perfectly capable of... Of valking on.. My ovn...\" *Liebhilde mumbled and got up. She took one step, and then the world spinned around her. Having almost fallen to the floor, she leaned on her chair to regain balance, then sat back on it.*" }, { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "*The Fae would let out a small laugh. Oh, drunkards are always stubborn.*\n\n\"I don't think you're going anywhere. Let me help.\"\n\n*Diao would then toss a talisman on the ground, and get up, slightly dizzy, leaning on the table with her left shoulder, the rings of the blades clinking.*\n\n\"Ohh... I'm not so good myself.\"" }, { "author": "Liebhilde", "message": "\"No, no, everyzing is perfectly fine, I don't need your help...\" *She tried to protest when the Fae insisted on helping her out.*\n\"Exactly, you don't feel vell, I should be zee one helping you...\" *She said, following the impulse all healers follow - that is, being overprotective. Always. Even when the said healer is the one in need of help. Lieb tried getting up once again, this time with a better result, and tried to help the elf get up as well. It didn't quite work out, the healer staggered.*" }, { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "*By then, a large, blue, humanoid golem would have appeared from the talisman, which would pick up the small Fae and place her on it's shoulder.*\n\n\"It's alright, I can help myself. Need a ride?\"\n\n*Both Diao and the golem would extend their right hand to the drunk.*" }, { "author": "Liebhilde", "message": "*The golem was unexpected. So unexpected, that the healer took a step back, startled, and fell to the floor, with a loud gasp.*\n\"Am... Am I seeing zings? I'm very sure I am seeing zings right nov. Is zis... Somezing... Real?\" *She tried backing away a little bit and ended up banging her head on the nearby table.*" }, { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "\"No, silly. This is a golem. My personal protector.\"\n\n*Another voice would speak, almost identical to Diao's, but with a slight vibration to it.*\n\n\"Hello! I am Diao's personal protector. You are drunk. Let me help!\"\n\n*Both Diao and the golem move their right arms, the wooden hand gently grasping the woman's shoulder, steadying her. Diao would speak.*\n\n\"You don't look so good.\"" }, { "author": "Liebhilde", "message": "\"I.. I told you I don't need help...\" *She mumbled, but let the golem pick her up anyways.*\n\"Vell, you don't look good eizer... Zat lack of hand looks serious.\" *Lieb sleepily tinted her head and slightly closed her eyes. She was slowly beginning to drift off.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "\"Wait, don't fall asleep! We still need to bring you to your house!\"\n\n*The golem would place both women on its shoulders, Diao on its left, and the blonde on its right. She would hear the slight clinking of rings as it walked out of the tavern, ducking as it did so.*\n\n\"Allow me to escort you back to your home.\"\n\n\"You know, protector, we still need to give you a name.\"\n\n\"We will do that later, Diao. Transportation of the drunk is a priority. Drunk, please tell me where you live.\"\n\n\"Don't say it like that!\"" }, { "author": "Liebhilde", "message": "*The clinking kept her awake, albeit barely. She constantly searched for the source of annoying sound, never quite being able to determine where it comes from. Then she heard the question. Lieb took a while to process it, and then a bit longer while to come up with an answer.*\n\"I... I live in a cottage, on zee edge of zee village... Over zere...\" *She waved her arm in the general direction of her home.*" }, { "author": "Diao Tai Feng", "message": "\"We'll be right there.\"\n\n*The golem would begin to jog towards Lieb's home, the clinking of rings becoming faster.*\n\n\"Make sure you tell us when we're there.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "**At a middle-class inn frequented by New Sunlight Adventurers**\n\nSirdan threw his head back onto his chair, waiting idly. Besides him were two companions - in almain rivet armor, with their helmet on. In front of him was a delicious, meaty stew that he was eating from, and a large mug of chilled ale. The two companion sat idly, flanking his side without eating or drinking.\n\nHe let out a contented sigh, looking out for anyone special entering the tavern. He could use a stable day job..." }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "Soon enough the tavern door would open to a very peculiar sight, though the manner in which the door was opened would be in between that of a slam and a slight push, anyways this peculiar sight would be a lavishly dressed dark elf with stark red eyes, eyes which would quickly train on the first adventurer they came upon. That adventurer would be Sirdan and his crew, thought specifically Sirdan due to his elven nature.\n\nSure enough the dark elf wouldn't waste any time, striding across the rustic wooden flooring until she was close enough to toss a fairly large bag of silver in the middle of his little dinner with a perfect balance of grace and authority... Or so she'd think at least. \"I require your services adventurer.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan placed the spoon in his mouth, then pulled it away with a satisfied smile, savouring the cube of savory beef inside. He put down the spoon, to focus on the sight in front of him. A beautiful, well-dressed dark elf. Hmm... He's met one like that before - his new pupil, but he is pretty sure that's a high elf. \n\nHe blinked, his brown eyes meeting hers. The bag of silver landed on his table, shaking the bowl of stew in front of him. The steppe elf instinctively reached out for the bowl, as it bounced near his lap. He caught it just in time. Years of combat training, to catch a bowl of stew...\n\nHe took a deep breath, glancing over at the large bag of silver\"...Sure? What do you need a random ruffian's services for?\" He looked up at her\n\nThe exchange - or rather her dramatic entrance, catches the attention of a few patrons, whose eyes are now on the pair - or group. \n\nHis companions remained emotionless." }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "Oh the attention was what she was after, whether it was how she dressed or how she acted, the masqueraded oni wanted to be noticed. Anyone could tell it by the exotic and finely maintained furs that lined her coat or the various bits of jeweled gold that she either had draped around her neck, fitted around her fingers, or clasped onto her ears.\n\nThe woman would start to speak, while simultaneously holding an unwavering stare with the steppe elf. \"You and your party seem fit enough, though if not, you'll die and I'll simply look for more meat to send to the grinder.\" She would then let out a sort of *Tch* Before pulling out the chair adjacent to Sirdan and taking her seat in it.\n\n\"I suppose if I were to put in a less harsh tone, your job is simply to guard me wherever I may go in this accursed city. I assume that is fairly run-of-the-mill for any adventurer of your type, *Yes?*\" Lady Wolf would then rest her chin in her propped up left hand and glide a elegantly guilded pipe up to her lips with the other, soon enough blowing sweet smelling smoke Sirdan's way." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "And attention did she get. Her outfits, her manner, and her speech. More than enough to catch the whole bar's attention. It didn't take long however, before the inn returned to its routine. An adventurer-serving tavern sees it fair share of eccentric people every day, after all.\n\nSirdan blinked as he listened to the elf's proposal. He rested his elbows on the table, holding his hands together, frowning at what she proposed,\"Now, now, lady. I'm an adventurer from New Sunlight, and I prefer reputable, reliable employer.\" Sirdan countered as she sit down.\n\nHe listened to the rest of her speech. The job doesn't seems too dangerous - New Salvainia's a pretty safe city, after all, unless she happens to have business in the slum. As he considered the merit of her offer, sinking his head in thought, smoke would blow into his nose.\n\n\"Hec... Ug... Hmm... Depends on the pay - and where in the city you're going.\"" }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "\"Too many questions already...\" If this were Kadho or even Irunia, Invola would have already stepped away from the table, but under current circumstances she was most likely to lose her temper at any of the more prestigious adventurers that she'd heard rumors of. Questions were tolerable for now. So she'd take another drag from her pipe to inevitably sigh out the fumes back into the elf's face.\n\n\"I don't exactly have a set destination in the city, in fact my business here may drag me every which way. To account for this your pay will be two hundred silver flat and up front. If this is to your displeasure then our business done here, if otherwise we can sort out the details here or in a private room.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"A good client-servant relationship begins with a good contract.\" Sirdan said, pinching his nose to limit the smoke intake. Yikes, he was never a fan of excessive alcohol - or smoking, or opium, all vices that seems to be very common around here. \n\n\"And how many days will this contract be, and could you make an accommodation for around... Three hours of training at the New Sunlight guild after noon - I have a pre-existing contract. But otherwise, I'm free to keep you safe for around eight hours a day.\" \n\nHe pointed at his two \"Companion\". \"These two are my summons - just a pair of normal soldiers to supplement myself - not too useful on their own, but it is always great to have obedient helping hands.\" \n\n\"Name's Sirdan, yours?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "\"You may address me as Lady Wolf and no less.\" Now the pretend dark elf would cross her arms over her chest and sit full back in her chair, breaking conversation to lead her own gaze over to the bar. \"I do hope this place had other drinks than piss brewed alcohol or cheap wine...*A nice white wine would do.*\" Then her stark ted eyes would shoot back to the adventurer... It seemed like she was suggesting something.\n\nWell whether Sirdan bought her the wine or not, Invola had little time to waste with setting this contract up, so she'd get straight to the point. \"I do plan to stay in this city for at least a week, if I do stay longer then you'll be payed accordingly. As for your three hours... I suppose any plans I have at noon could be delayed for no more than those three hours.\" Wolf would clear her throat and place her left elbow back on the table, rest her chin atop it's hand once again.\n\n\"Since your companions are summons you'll not be payed extra, and since they are summons if I find them lacking in any aspect you'll do away with them and I'll have to use my own servant.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Alright, Lady Wolf.\" He closed his eyes, and then nodded at her,\"Right. I'll get back to you.\" Sirdan walked over to the bar, then ordered a glass of white wine - decent, moderate quality, and then placed it down on the table.\n\n\"Your terms are acceptable. Good doing business with you.\" He extended his hand toward Lady Wolf,\"Who are your own servant, anyway?\"" }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "The woman would then produce a soft smile and take the elf's hand to shake, though of course not any long than needed. \"My servant would also be a summon, though one of much higher quality that yours. It's a creature referred to as a Nuckelavee, something much like a centaur though much more grim in appearance and legend.\" She'd then take hold of the glass to swirl around the whitish liquid and eventually sip from it." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan smiled back sincerely, and released her hand,\"Quantity is a quality all its own, ma'am. Having two soldiers could be... More useful than one centaur, at time.\" He replied, taking his mug of ale and sipping from it,\"Anyway, what's your first business today? Need any muscles to scare off some no-good people?\" \n\nHe finished his mug of ale,\"Or perhaps you're one of them yourself and need escort to prove your prowess?\"" }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "\"I do suppose your business today is the former since my own is simply to peruse this city's shops.\" The Lady would nod in confirmation of her own words, tipping her glass black to finish of the little bit of wine left in it. \"So you can do away with your two soldiers once we depart, and our departure shall depend on your own preparedness.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan shook his head, disagreeing with her choice,\"I do say... Two extra soldiers is much better than what I can do with the magical energy freed up by dismissing them. But it is your choice.\" He quickly finished the stew in front of him, and offered his hand to help her up,\"Shall we go?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan closed his eyes and shook his head in disapproval,\"You have a very different view of combat than me - missus. I assure you these two extras are worth every bit of magical energy I spend on them.\" He stood up, letting the girl dust his hand and lead him away,\"Lead away.\"" }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "\"Indeed we have very different views and there is a good reason for such spilt opinion, whereas you may struggle with your foes, my battles have usually concluded in one blow or ended up with me being at the advantage... Though I do suppose my magic prowess has waned in the recent years. Either way command them how you want and do away with them when I tell you.\" Lady Wolf would then quickly turn away from the elf and his party to start towards the doors of the tavern.\n\nOnce out side of the tavern, given Sirdan didn't have any other business to attend, the dark elf would make her way over to a large carriage led by two well built draft horses. \"Tell me Sirdan do you have any experience driving something of this sort?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan stayed gruff and silent. He isn't clicking well with his new employer, but she paid well and he isn't going to complain too much.\n\nHe followed her outside next to the carriage,\"I've driven plenty of wagons and coaches, though I fancy myself more of an outrider. Need a driver?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "\"If you think I did it you're a fool. The idiot fell asleep at the reigns while we were traveling through a first and got an arrow put right between his eyes by a bandit.\" The woman would sigh and close the carriage door, before calling back to Sirdan. \"Too the markets please, I'd like to see what furs are for sell.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Onward, then.\" *He drove the carriage to the market, and then stopped in front of the fur and luxury garments sales,*\"Fur garments, mhm?\" \n\nThe fur trader - a Macen woman in her forties, called out to the carriage,\"Best furs in town, what are you looking for?\" There were several pre-made fur garments - mostly coat lying around, and some scarfs. Behind the counter were raw, unprocessed pelt." }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "A sigh could be heard as the merchant made her way out of the cart and in front of the saleswoman, the dark elf airing out her coat before she spoke her business. \"What gloves do you have to offer, some lowlives soiled mine in the way to this city so obviously I'm in need of replacements.\"\n\nAnother sigh was produced as Wolf stepped past the Macen to browse the fur items, picking out one after the other to feel and gently tug on them whether coat, scarf, or whatever else she would study them until she came to a conclusion, nodding to herself and turning back to the woman. \"Fine craftsmanship, if not already made, I'll take gloves fashioned out of the rarest material you have.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "ansari", "message": "Sirdan simply stayed passively on top of the carriage, not doing much. \n\n\"Plenty - we have ordinary clothes - fine cotton oven mittens - but I presume that's for servants, so let's go for the fashion items..\" The woman walked over to the gloves section,\"Here we have fashionable silken gloves - this particular color and pattern could complement your skin, miss.\" \n\nThen she pointed at the fur gloves on the upper rack,\"If you want the rarest - there's this pair, four gold - made out of imported beaver felt - waterproof, of the highest quality.\"" }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "\"Then I shall have those, please do fetch them for me, I would hate to get a splinter from all the poorly milled wooden beams around this retched death trap of a city.\" And Wolf would wait letting her demeaning tone linger over the conversation, and assuming the gloves were handed to her, she'd pay the meager sum of 4 gold and climb back into the carriage without another word to the merchant. Instead opting to shout to her new driver for their next location. \n\n\"Now Sirdan, do take us back to the inn please. This was all I needed for today... After all I can't do proper business if I'm not dressed properly.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Of course, of course, madame.\" The woman said, taking the gloves and wrappping it nicely - putting it in a pair of carved box for storage, and then took the gold. \"Thank you for your busiess, madam.\"\n\n\"Understood.\" The pretty faced elf said, as she climbed back into the carriage. He peeked back to ensure she is seated properly, and then drove the carriage back to the inn. \n\n\"CHA!\" \nThe way back was quite shaky, but the two arrived at the tavern without any issue. \n\nPresuming the lady dismounted first, he would park the carriage in an appropriate place, before returning inside the inn for any further business.\n\n\"Anything else Madam?\"" }, { "author": "Lady Wolf", "message": "Of course Invola would step out of the carriage as soon as possible, slipping on the fur gloves as she stepped out and sending a small smile up to her driver. \"Not at all good servant, you may continue galavanting with your summons however you wish.\" The dark elf would then make her way to the entrance of the inn before Sirdan could make his way off of the carriage.\n\n\"If you wish to ask any other details about your current contract, do meet me in my room and we can discuss said details in whatever length you prefer.\" And then she'd dissappear into the building, wasting no time to make her way up to her previously arranged room." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "Sirdan replied with a forced smile to Invola - her constant verbal abuses were a bit too much for him to stand. He parked the carriage near the stable, and handed the horses over to the stable boy. He gave them a gentle pat on the back, and then walked back to the inn after Invola disappeared.\n\n\"Well, that's that then.\" He shrugged, heading inside the inn for a hot meal and cold ale. Afterward, he met up with Invola to talk about the contract - and departed for his own daily affairs. \n\n``` END RP \n```" } ]

[ { "author": "unwrd.", "message": "```Title Of Roleplay: SINGER, SAVIOUR, SOLDIER, SPY .```\n\n*~~ if you get the reference, you're a boss ~~*" }, { "author": "Sylvar Cramorn * The Icy Musician", "message": "*Everyone had a fate which they were destined to fulfil, a path that they were meant to follow, a role they must play in the wheel of life, all written in the unmovable stars. For Sylvar Cramorn, however, such a path had never seemed to present itself to him. It became startling evident that, as he seated himself behind a bar in some unknown inn, in some part of some unrecognisable part of Salvainia far, far away from his hometown, the more he attempted to look for this fated path in life, the more he simply didn't know what he was doing at all. Perhaps that was what brought him back to the place, or at least as __close__ to the place he called home. Perhaps that was why he simply cast barren smiles at elves from all parts of the country who passed by, and only just spoke in light conversation to those who asked for it.*\n\n*Of course, plenty of opportunities for such a path had opened their arms for him to accept. If he could argue well, deciding to join Ashnard's cause was one of them.. Yet he was hesitant to make the leap into anarchy and leave all else behind. He wished he could be firmer and more able to adjust to change without worry, like his father. No, not his father, Sylvar backtracked with a sip of the beer before him; never his father. He shoved off the memories and the displeasure that they brought him.*\n\n*Instead he indulged in the sweet cedar flute melody coming from the performer playing on stage, keeping everyone in good spirits as they enjoyed the cosy atmosphere and flow of ale.*\n\n*Heavens, he was bored.*\n\n*He just needed* ***Something.*** *Maybe a drink or more to sedate the thoughts that threatened to rise up to the surface of his mind. Someone to talk to that wouldn't simply ramble on and on about the latest battle they'd managed to win, or the new song they'd written. And god forbid someone who didn't treat him like he was some fragile little girl, something to please, or someone to seduce.*\n\n*Unfortunately, guarded meant being __alone__.*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "After a couple of minutes of walking, Angelo eventually found the famous Salvainia-Inn-Tavern during the night, the place gets filled with many people from different races, but during the day it is a much calmer place. A tavern where ale, whiskey, and foods are served commercially, and it also acts as an inn. Angelo walked into the Salvainia-Inn-Tavern to take his mind off of his job and to unwind his hard work, he glanced around and saw that the pub is crowded full of people from different races with some of them were sitting at the tables chatting, eating, playing or just drinking while serene classical music was playing a beautiful melody all of the people who were just looking to unwind their troubles after a long day of work like him. Angelo was new to this, but he was definitely aware of his surroundings, feeling eyes on him because of his appearance. He simply shrugged it off.\nHe could've sworn to himself he just saw one of his kind, keeping that at the back of his mind. Angelo headed straight for a barstool and then he released a heavy sigh as he sat atop one of the many stools. Several conversations buzzed around the young bard elf as he settled onto the seat and patiently awaited the attention of one of the bartenders." } ]

[ { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**The Salvainia Inn Tavern was always a place of repose for woebegone miscreants and pugnacious do-no-gooders alike, to drown their sorrows in ale or hard liquor. At least, that's** ***Inside*** **The building. Just on the outside, behind the place where patrons stowed their horses, was a girl; Mercy, and she's up to no good.**\n\n\"Okay... Almost... Done here...\" **She murmurs to herself, standing near one tall shire horse, which was taller than her by a longshot. The mischievous girl had her hand deep inside the saddlebag, rummaging through it. At first glance one may just assume the steed belonged to her, but in fact, it did not and that fact could easily be deduced by one putting two and two together.**\n\n\"Got it...\" **She pulled out a... Book. A book, out of all the valuables that could be inside, she stole a book, and stored it in her satchel so nonchalant, then so confidently, moved onto the next horse.** (" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Tavish,often came at the tavern,mostly Because he is alcoholic,he was also Friend whit the owner due to buying so much from him and helping out when bandits came.*\n\n*He also passed by the horse since it was the shortest way inside the tavern,so it would be obvious that he saw Mercy do something to the horse*\n\n*He would walk behind mercy,sword in hand*\n\"Whatever you're lookin' for lass,it ain't gonna be there, so i suggest you leave the horses alone.\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "\"Oh!\" **Startled, Mercy turned around and gasped. Crap, she'd been caught in the act. What does she do?! Attack? Play dumb?**\n\n\"This is my horse sir... I-It's all I have to my name... So you should back off before I do something.\"\n\n**She placed her right hand on the hilt of her rapier, simply to show the man she was armed too.** \"Who are you anyway?\" (" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "\"First of all,i know bloody well that this isnt your horse,this is one of the tavernkeep,second,threatening a trained soldier whit décades of expérience wont work aint it lass,so let me tell you what you're gonna do,first of all, drop your weapon to the ground,After that you will put yer and up and follow me whitout any fuss,got it, or do you need me to shove that Shield up your ass so you understand?\"\n\n*Tavish did have décades of expérience and he wore a plate armor of good quality,so the rapier had barelly any chance of hurting him*" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "\"Ugh...\" **Just what she needed, a guard happening to be at the right moment at the right time to catch her in the act.** \"Mind your own business, big heap of metal. What are you good for besides being a pawn for the empire? You're canonfodder you know? Th-They don't give a damn about you.\"\n\n**Mercy started to step back as she talked, hoping he would pay more attention to her words rather than her feet.**\n\n\"So do yourself a favor...\" (" } ]

[ { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Tavish, knew damn well what she was trying to do, having decades of working as a soldier, some people already tried to do this to him, and he hated getting his life choices judged, soo let's just say mercy's word didn't quite work in her favour as tavish casted psionic speed*\n\n\"Another thief trying to tell me that i did bad life choices even tough you need to steal to survive!\"\n\n*After that tavish would grab her cape, if it wasn't in reach, tavish would simply run and grab her to then simply lift her above the ground so she couldn't run away*" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**Too fast... Even unreactably fast for Mercy's reflexes, her cape is grabbed and she's hoisted above the ground like a wacky cartoon crime bust.** \"Let me go! I-I'll scream and tell everyone you're trying to hurt me. Wh-Who are they going to believe, a teenage girl or some old bastard like you huh?\"\n\n**At this point, Mercy was willing to try anything to save her skin, she didn't want to spend a single day behind bars or worse. She also didn't think about reaching for her weapons, since they would be ineffective against the man's armour.**\n\n\"What are you gonna do huh? Arrest me under a suspicion? I-I didn't do anything wrong.\" (" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "\"Oh,ye did nothin wrong, i suppose you wont see a problem if i check what's in your bloody bag will ya?\nOh and stop tryin whit de guilt trip, everyone in this street knows that im a soldier,i dont think thé same aplies to you, you fucking westrel\"\n\n*After that,tavish would obviously take mercy's bag and check through it,he would obviously find the Book*\n\n\"Well look what whe have here...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**The leather hewn book is filled with about a hundred blank pages, with no title. What use could Mercy possible have for such a useless item, Tavish may wonder. Meanwhile, Mercy sulks and reaches for Tavish's wrist, she attempt to bat at his arm with her hand, pleading for freedom.**\n\n\"Okay it's a book... I-I need it, okay? I need it more than that guy does... Besides... Have I truly committed crime so heinous that I'm merited for imprisonment?\" (" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Mercy's attempt at breaking free by hitting tavish's armour whit her arm would be quite fruitless, due to him wearing steel plates, being in a way higher weight class than mercy, him holding her above the ground which literally didn't give her a ground to stand on. And it would even hurt a bit because hitting metal at full strength whit just your fist isn't quite the best idea*\n\n\"...Ye know attempted theft is just a fine of 1-2 gold depending on what you tried to steal and how much you've stolen before, and that your puny attempt at trying to break free could be considered as attempted assault on soldier which is leagues more punishing that attempted stealing.\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**Oh no... Is this really happening? Is there no way out of this predicament? Mercy fears the worst, but at the very least she'll end up paying a small fine. She could afford a few coins of cold, but if she keeps running her mouth or feebly attempting to break free, she just may make things worse for herself. There was only one last resort she could reduce herself to, and she had to sell it perfectly.**\n\n\"...M-Mister...\" ***Sniff*** \"I-I don't have anything anymore... My father died recently and... And... And I have nothing left...\" **Tears** ***Activated.*** \"If you let me go I promise I'll never try and steal again... L-Look at me, I'm just a girl!\"\n\n**Mercy said so, in the most delicate and sad form, with her voice trembling and crestfallen. No more resistance, just soft hyperventilating.** (" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "\"Well lookie here,ms 'mind your own business' and 'your just a pawn' suddently broke down in tear because she misses her daddy oh boho,you probably wouldnt have to bloody steal in the first place if ye grew a bloody spine and searched for job,Which means ye wont trick me whit your bloody excuses so you Can stop trying to find them\"\n\n*After that tavish would quite simply carry Mercy where they would get everything sorted ou whit the fine and all.*" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "\"...Fine.\" **Without further hesitation, Mercy reached both hands behind her neck whilst being carried by the cape, fiddled with the cape's connection to her suit, and it quickly came undone and she fell to the earth, and just as quickly, bolted a few feet away from Tavish.**\n\n\"Ugh!...You're not going to catch me in that armor. So how about you just... Do us both a favor, and forget about this ever... Uh... Happening, hm?\" **She put her hand out, beckoning.**\n\n\"Throw me my book. Please?\" (" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Tavish would obviously have been able to see what Mercy was trying to do,and by the way tavish was holding her,she would have fell face first to the ground,which gave ample Time for tavish to grab her satchel,she also didnt take the oportunity to flee like any smart people would so that was a bonus.*\n\n*The only thing tavish really needed was the money to pay her fine so he would vigorously shake the satchel to hear if there was money in it*\n\n\"Ye dont want to get fined this much but you dont take the oportunity to flee like any smart people would just because of a book,if ye ask me that's quite stupid.\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**From inside her satchel, a jingling of coins rattled and eventually, a coin pouch fell out onto the floor, spilling all the contents. Silver and gold coins, enough to pay more than a few fines. Just where did a miscreant like her get so much money?**\n\n\"Ugh. You don't understand... Just take the money, t-take it all! Okay? I-I don't care anymore, I just need the book.\" **She stood back, waiting for him to take what he wanted. She didn't hold onto materialistic items.**\n\n\"Terrible man. Absolutely terrible.\" (" } ]

[ { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*Akumo follows Angelo here, and goes to the front desk*\n\n\"How much for a room around here?\"\n\n*Suki had woken up by then, and Angelo knew I'd he stopped petting the fox he was going to get bit*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "So adorable. *Angelo said, scratching behind the creature's ears lightly. He looks at everyone else as if he was observing, and taking in details of the Inn Tavern. He turns his attention back to Suki, held the creature close and treated it as if its a someone special, patting Suki's head. Angelo usually would take a nap, but he couldn't just sleep. Sleep deprived. That could be easily noticed, though he didn't complain.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*Akumo paid the person at the desk ten silver coins, and turned to Angelo*\n\n\"Inn room is paid for both of us for 8 days. Upstairs, second room on the right, there's one bed and one chair. I'll sleep on the chair.\"\n\n*He handed Angelo the key*\n\n\"Will you be all good for a minute or two? I have to get something from the ship real quick.\"" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*Suki was purring now, his eyes closed- his tail swung lazily behind him, and his ears were pinned backwards*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Sounds good to me. *Angelo gave him a nod, and takes the key, before putting it in his pocket. He looks back at Suki with a gentle smile. Be careful out there. The bard reminded him, before he left to the ship.\n\nHe continued to pat Suki, and stroke his fur as he admired his fur coat. Very soft and silk. Angelo closes his eyes, beginning to hum a melody.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*Akumo left, closing the door silently behind him*" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*Suki started moving around until he was on his side, and went right to sleep. Instead of white on his underbelly, it looked pink-ish, also on the tips of his ears and tail- exactly like akumo*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*Akumo came back with a chest on a makeshift cart*\n\n\"Hey. I have my stuff.\"\n\n*It was a heavy looking chest, it had a* ***Lot*** *Of stuff in it. Akumo brought it to the stairs, and lifted the chest with his hands, and carried it up to the room*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Since Akumo was gone to go to his ship, Angelo continues to stroke Suki's fur, humming the same melody. Soon they were both asleep.\n\nAs soon as Angelo heard his voice, he jolts awake. Right. I have the key in my pocket, Angelo thought to himself and smiles tiredly. Oh, that's great. I'm glad you made it back safe. How... How long has it been? The bard questioned, holding Suki in his arms while he was sound asleep.\n\nNow Angelo was wide awake, realizing he napped at the table but not in his room. He hasn't napped so peacefully in awhile and just did. But only a short nap. How ironic,..It's wonderful.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Only a couple minutes, I think. Come on inside, take a nap in the room. Bed's more comfortable.\"\n\n*He is holding his chest at the door, hunched over a little*\n\n\"Besides, my arms are getting tired. Please?\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Yes, of course. Angelo puts Suki on the chair before helping Akumo with the chest into the room, carefully.*" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*Suki growled as Angelo put him down, but just huffed as he walked away*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Thanks-\"\n\n*He mostly brings it in by himself, brings it to the edge of the room, and sets it down, it hits the ground hard regardless.*\n\n\"It's full of my other dangerous stuff and clothes-\"\n\n*He checks to make sure it's locked*\n\n*He takes off his weapons and sets them on the chest, before settling down into the chair*\n\n\"So, nice to see a new place?\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Angelo nods, and takes a seat on the bed, he removed his hat off his head. \n\nSo, is that all you have in your chest? I'm curious, now you have my attention. He looks at the chest, watching Akumo. Maybe it's best that the chest would stay locked.\n\nI couldn't agree with you more. A new place for a fresh start, don't you think?*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"What's in the chest isn't worth the attention, and it's not much of a fresh start. You know that city I picked you up from? Bounty hunters might be after me soon for selling fish scales I sold as 'magical mermaid scales'.\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Hm..*He was speechless for a moment, wondering why he did it.* I can understand why, you were low on coins? Perhaps? I don't think we should stay for eight days if that's the case." }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"No. I just like having them. Nice silver parachute, you know?\"\n\n*It became clear what this man is- a pirate, a mercenary, and a very shifty buisnessman*\n\n\"After all, if you could seel something like fish scales for a **Gold coin,** Wouldn't *You?\"*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Of course, only if it's something needed. *Angelo agreed, and he did notice what he exactly was. He didn't seem to mind it.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"So.. What would you like to talk about?\"\n\n*He sat back in the chair and crossed one leg over the other, looking over at Angelo, and slid out his Wakizashi, and started the scrape the blade against the scruff on his face, absent-mindedly shaving as he spoke*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Speaking of sleep because we both need it at the moment. *Angelo lays back on the bed, waiting for Suki to come back into the room.*" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*There was yelling downstairs, and a couple seconds later, Suki comes scurrying in with a small piece of bread, and jumps up onto the bed, quickly leaving crumbs everywhere*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"I'll be up if you need me..\"\n\n*He slouches in his chair*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "We will speak in the morning. *He grabs Suki, sighing as if he didn't want to deal with trouble.* Suki no, stealing is not okay. \n\nAngelo looks back at Akumo. You know you really don't have to sleep there. It's not good for your back posture.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"We'll just have to see about that. And again, I'm not sleeping. Also- I wouldn't hug Suki much tighter than that, or you'll lose fingers. Goodnight.\"\n\n*He blows out the candle, and sits up in his chair*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Angelo puts Suki back down, leaving him be to sleep in for the night. He gave a tremendous yawn and stretched luxuriously, like a cat that had been pampered and was now content. \n\nAngelo wished him a goodnight, before going to sleep.*" } ]

[ { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*When Angelo woke up, akumo was standing at the window, staring at all the bustling people*\n\n\"This place is so.. Busy.\"\n\n*He looked slightly upset by that, but also determined, in a way*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Angelo was awake, his hair messed up from good sleep. He wipes the sleepiness from his eyes. \n\nTaverns are like that in the morning as usual. He didn't seem bothered by it. Is there something on your mind? You seem tense.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"I don't like crowds.. Too many moving things at once. It's confusing, and the noise hurts my ears.\"\n\n*He crosses his arms*\n\n\"I hope we have a plague soon. Thin the herd out a bit. Right now there's too many people and not enough money.\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Well uh, we can go out for abit? It shouldn't be all that busy in the evening. Just maybe - I think it's not a bad idea.\n\nAngelo thought he had a good point, but that made him feel worried. He doubt he'd survive a plague.\n\nYou know I didn't forget to pay you. How much are you charging me?*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"The charge changed. E rey day I guard you only costs you a day you have to spend with me.\"\n\n*He was showing a bit of social vulnerability with that answer- showing he kind of wanted a friend, but wouldn't say it out loud*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Angelo would dust the crumbs off the bed Suki brought the other night. It was quite a mess. \n\nWell, good. All good. Easier said than done. He agreed with the amount of payment, not seeming to mind. After all he wasn't a selfish person, and he was sure Akumo really needed it.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*Akumo started to shake a little- angelo couldn't see his face, but akumo wiped something off of it, seemingly mad at whatever it was he was wiping.*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Angelo looked back at Akumo, not being able to see what was going on. He approached him to look at the window as well to see what's going on. \n\nWell, you've been unusually quiet. Is there something wrong?*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*A pure white kitsune was passing below the window, and Akumo was staring- he was crying- even though he was staring at her, he wasn't paying attention to her, he was lost in thought*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Angelo decides to attempt to comfort Akumo without speaking as much. He didn't know what to say, so he stood there with him incase he needed a shoulder to lean on.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Don't. I don't want comfort. No amount of comfort brings back the dead, and no amount of pity can make time run backwards. I lost someone very dear to me, who looks just likes that girl there..\"\n\n*He points at the pure kitsune*\n\n\"The one I think of has been dead for quite some time now..\"\n\n*He tenses up suddenly, and palms his own forehead, hard, snarling at himself- he pulled at his hair until his breathing slowed, and he slid his hand down his face, and the tears were gone, all that was left was a faint smile and light bags under his eyes, like he hadn't slept all night*\n\n\"I'm fine now, thank you. What should we do today?\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*The bard simply nodded, not wanting to bother him with talking about the past. Of course, I'd make him sad, too.\n\nAh, well, I have a good idea. You stay here and rest, then I'll order us some food - if you're hungry.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"No, no, I don't need sleep. I'm nocturnal, place daytime is mandatory awake time. I sleep when I pass out.\"\n\n*He stretches his arms and bites his tongue gently to get the blood flowing and wake himself up*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Honestly, you still have the time to rest for awhile. I just thought you wouldn't mind.\n\nAngelo suggested, still slightly stubborn on his decision. He could see how tired Akumo was.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"I refuse. Where are we going today?\"\n\n*He was getting impatient*" } ]

[ { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Out for a walk. Just to get some fresh air, since it's so noisy down there. A fight could break out any moment.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"You're right ..\"\n\n*He sits on the bed- it's the softest thing he's been on for a while- and he falls asleep almost immediately*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Angelo remains in the room, letting him sleep. In the Salvainia inn Tavern, the sounds had gradually died down. He was able to stay in one spot for a few hours, but he couldn't stay in one spot for long. Angelo left the room to see why it got so quiet, or maybe just play his lute and play cards.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*Akumo was sleeping practically the entire day*\n\n*When he did wake up, and ran down to where Angelo was*\n\n\"Are you okay? I'm sorry, I passed out-\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*A lively melody coming from the strings of Angelo's Elven lute.\n\nIt was different from the usual songs he played, he could tell that much, the melody not only was lively, it had a slight melancholy underneath it, it was almost soft. Not the kind of song to liven up a crowd, definitely not for a bunch of drunkards.\n\nHe stopped, a discordant cord played for less than a second, then he started playing again.\n\nA completely different song.\n\nOnce Akumo was on the sightline of Angelo's face, he was greeted.\n\nOh, everything is fine down here. Nothing suspicious. You took your time, I was starting to worry! So I decided to get myself distracted. Anyway, how was your sleep? Angelo asked, waiting for an answer.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"I'm okay.. Mind of I join in?\"\n\n*He goes and rummages in his chest, and pulls out a Shamisen, coming down the stairs with the smile*\n\n\"I know an instrument too- it's kind of like yours, but it has a very different sound.\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Angelo smiles, nodding as he asked. Sure, go ahead and join me. He looks at his instrument in curiousity. \n\nWhat is it called? Do you have a name for it?*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"A Shamisen. You might know similar versions of it.\"\n\n*He strummed the strings, the\n sound was COMPLETELY different from the lute*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*I swear I've heard it from somewhere. I'm always careful with mine. Instrument repair can cost you lots of coins. I think.*" } ]

[ { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Oh, I can fix it myself.\"\n\n*He sits down with his instrument next to Angelo*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "So, something still concerns me. You may be stuck in a situation, and I was just wondering if we are staying for eight days here." }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"What situation might that be?\"\n\n*He looks at Angelo with a very puzzled face*\n\n\"Is something the matter?\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*The people who could be coming after you. That situation. Do you remember now?*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Yeah.. I'm not too worried right now..\"\n\n*He smiled gently*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Well, I guess it's for the best.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Angelo, can we go back to our room? I have something to tell you.\"\n\n*He looked slightly uneasy*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Of course. Angelo nods, standing to his feet, and walking back to their room. He waits for Akumo, putting his instrument back in the case.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*Akumo comes in and makes sure the door is shut all the way, before turning around*\n\n\"So.. How old are you?\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Eighteen years of age. Why, is there something wrong? *Angelo looked concerned.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*He thinks..*\n\n\"I'm 20. Where were you, say.. Two years ago?\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "With my parents, of course. Why? *Angelo sits down on the bed, unbraiding his hair.*\n\nWould you like to know of my past? You seem to be on edge." } ]

[ { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Oh, I see.. Sure, you can tell me.\"\n\n*He sits right next to Angelo*\n\n\"I'm sure there's a lot to hear about, right?\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "There's really nothing special about my past. *Angelo didn't seem interested in telling his backstory.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"... I still want to hear it.\"\n\n*He was looking at Angelo*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Everyone has a past. Once you hear alot about others past, it all starts to sound the same. I lived a lavish life, and my parents were always strict. As I grew older, I decided to go out on an adventure to help others. Nothing more, nothing less. \n\nAngelo replied, lacking eye-contact, his green eyes lack of interest in telling his past.\n\nMy music will tell you more about me than I ever will.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"My art speaks louder than my words too, but you would probably not be able to see the meaning in it. Most likely you'd think you'd have been hanging out with the wrong kind of person-\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "What does your art usually involves? You have my curiousity. *Angelo looks at him.*\n\nI can also see things for what it is but also for its meaning." }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Violence.\"\n\n*He wasn't looking at Angelo anymore*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Hmm. *Angelo hums in thought.* Who was it?" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Want me to count them on my fingers?\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "I will take a guess. Hmmm, almost ten of them?" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Close enough. I like posing them in different ways. I always eavesdrop them first, u til I hear something good. I kill, then position their body in a way that kind of.. Embodies their secret. For example, one prince was having an affair, so the princess gave me a contract. I killed the prince, and positioned him as if he was sitting in the windowsill, waiting for the affairee.\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Angelo shook his head. Why not just give them a quick death? A slit to the throat is easier, but I understand why you'd rather kill them that way. It's gruesome.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"No, the death is always quick. It's the posing of the body to show the person's reason for death that is my art. That's why I was hired before others- I took care in my work, and I let people know that assassins only kill the people bad enough for others to put contracts on them. That's the art of killing, to let others know that some actions are mortally reprehensible- that's why we have executioners. But since there is no executioner for the corrupt and the powerful, we have assassins like myself.\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*He looks at him, surprised. Goosebumps were on his skin.\n\nWell, uhm, aren't you full of surprises? I thought you were just a Captain. That was not expected. What I fear most from assassins is that they're unpredictable. Hmm, but you - it's hard to explain. I suppose you are different from them.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Unpredictable? Gods, no. No assassin is unpredictable: the person who hired them is. All royalty and corrupt people know there are going to be people who attack them, that's part of being evil; you're not safe. The only surprise in an assassination is when the contract was given and who gave it. If you were a king, you'd know you'd be a target. But you wouldn't know who would want you dead- maybe your son, trying to usurp the throne? Or a servant who doesn't like you? Or maybe another king who doesn't agree with you? And even then, when would they strike? You never know that part, but you always know that there will be an assassin. You, however, have nothing to fear of assassins, unless you are too tricky for thugs, and too important for mercenaries. You, being a bard, have nothing to fear, but you, as an elf, need to fear slave traders, currently. But even now, you shouldn't fear them, for if they tried, they'd be met with the swift blade of a man well past capable of killing them.\"\n\n*He smiles confidently*\n\n\"And they wouldn't know where they partners disappeared to until they disappeared too.\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Angelo thought for a moment. It all made sense.\n\n I like your point of view. But where I am from is no longer a safe place for me. That's why I choose to travel most of the time. You never know what might happen. It's to ensure my safety.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"When you're with me, not only can you travel faster and for free, but you get a highly capable killer as a bodyguard, the only cost to you is that you have to have a friend.\"\n\n*He smiles and does that one arm hug to the side thing to Angelo*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Angelo smiles gently, agreeing with him and appreciates the hug.\n\nI am just realizing how lucky I am.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"I wouldn't attribute it to luck. It just, happened that way. It always was going to happen that way.\"\n\n*He pats angelo's head*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Angelo watches him, suspiciously.\n\nWhat's that? Bad luck?*" } ]

[ { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"There's no such thing as luck.\"\n\n*He says confidently*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Speaking of luck, where is your pet? He has to be around here somewhere.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Probably out eating a cat or something.\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "I just noticed something about him.. He looks exactly like you." }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Yeah. We're very closely related species. Mine is just bigger, two legs, and has hands. He's capable of roughly the same amount of thought as me, he just can't talk, and hea kind of feral as well.\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "I hope he comes back safe. Where did you find him?" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"As soon as I escaped the place I was being tortured in.\"" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*He hops into the room, and attacks akumo*\n\n\"SCREE! ***SCREEE!!\"***" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Well, it seems Suki is not comfortable with you telling me about it. *Angelo catches the fox, rubbing his ears and scratching behind his ears to calm him down.*" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*The I stant his ears are touched, his lays down and purrs*" } ]

[ { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Why not? *He questioned, holding fox up close to his chest to comfort him.* I can see he's very protective of you." }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Oh, he's not really mad at me, he just wanted to play. Again, it's still a wild animal, no matter how closely related to me he is.\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*He'd roll over Suki, and rubs his belly, as he purred softly. Say, if you could change into Suki, you'd be exactly like him.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"I wouldn't purr like that.\"\n\n*He gives a very dignant and defiant look*\n\n\"I'm not that sensitive.\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Angelo looked amused.* But still similar.-\n\n*He gives Suki to Akumo to let him play, and give him some space.*" }, { "author": "unwrd.", "message": "*( they're so cute shahagahag stop it )*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*Akumo slaps Suki lightly*" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*Fusses up and tries to catch his hand*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*Does it another time*" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*Follows to the edge of the bed, SCREEs again*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"C'mon!\"\n\n*Holds his hands out like hell catch Suki*" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*Starts looking around the bed, too scared to jump down, so he backs up and lays down, still hissing*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Point taken. *Angelo was still amused, believing they are still alike in a way. He thought it was adorable to see a bond between the two.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*Akumo puts his hand inside his chest of belongings*" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*Suddenly, suki stopped growling, hopped off the bed, and ran up to the container, putting a his front paws on it and scratching, whining for something*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Is he allowed to get whatever is in the container?" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Sometimes..\"\n\n*He takes out his hand, and he's holding a long strip of knotted leather, of which Suki immediately latches onto one ends and starts trying to pull it from Akumo, he tugs back just enough to make Suki buckle down backwards against him*" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*He starts swinging his head around wildly trying to whip the leather out of his hands*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*Akumo doesn't let go, and he doesn't have to try very hard to keep it from him*" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*Whines and lets go, laying there*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Awww.. I'm sorry, Su- HEY!\"" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*The second akumonhad relaxed his grip a little, he snatched the leather away and started running around the room with it triumphantly*" } ]

[ { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Angelo sat down, watching the two for abit. He thought for a long time.* When will you be sailing again? It's no rush, I'm just curious." }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"If you want to go somewhere, I'll gladly take you! Who knows, maybe we'll find a ship to raid on the way-\"" }, { "author": "unwrd.", "message": "*( and kiss... Uwu )*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "As fun as that sounds... I don't really want enemies breathing on my neck. Maybe we can prank?" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Oh, right, that would put you in danger.. Well, if you wanna go, pack your stuff- I'll pack mine.\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Precisely. *Angelo agreed, giving Suki a headpat before sitting back down on the bed with his lute. That was the only thing packed, so he waits patiently for Akumo to finish packing.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*When he does, he opens the window, and chucks the chest out, he didn't want to carry it down the stairs*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Uh, well, then. That makes it so much easier. Unless your chest is unlocked.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Of course it's locked.\"\n\n*He walks out of the room and down the stairs*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Good to know. *Angelo follows him out the room, out the door and downstairs into the tavern, carrying his lute, smiling gently.* Come along now, Suki, no one gets left behind." }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*Skitters right past them, put the door and down the street to the boat*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Looks like he's leaving *Us* Behind-\"\n\n*He smiles, and picks up his chest outside, hoisting it to his back.*\n\n\"C'mon.\"\n\n*He walks to the docks*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Pfft, I never said race us to the ship. *Angelo watches the fox run off, picking up his walking speed, and glances at Akumo.* Need help with that?" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"No thanks..\"\n\n*As he got to the ship, he hopped into it, and put the walking board over so Angelo didn't have to jump*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "I hope you're completely aware... Not being able to help you makes me feel useless. You carry so much on your shoulders, but I understand why you don't want me to help you. *Angelo said, approaching the walking board as he made his way up onto the ship, looking at the Tavern for some time before checking on Akumo.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"You're a bard. Physical labor isn't your Forté. It's mine, the sailor.\"\n\n*He puts the board down and starts to untie the docking rope*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Bards can be capable of so much more than music, and art. And so on. Who knows, really." } ]

[ { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Perhaps. Though I'd argue if you had enough time to learn music that well, that means you took time away from training physically. So there's no question there's a difference in that.\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "It's my passion, not hard labor. But true, learning music takes a lot of practice. I'm just really concerned of your well-being." }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Don't be, I'll always be okay. I've survived this long, after all.\"\n\n*He drags the chest into the cabin where Suki was scratching at a window*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Angelo suddenly gave Akumo a headpat, and turns around to see Suki scratching at the window. Marking your new territory, Suki?*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*Akumo sat right where he was, dropping everything, the moment his head was touched*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Angelo rushes to where Akumo collapsed, worried and sad why he did.* Come on, you must be exhausted." }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "***He was purring***\n\n*He was purring because of the headpat Angelo gave him moment's before- he seems to still be feeling it*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "See?- I knew you and Suki were alike. It looks like he won't stop scratching at the window anytime soon. *Angelo gave Akumo comfort, scratching behind his ears.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*It just about knocked him out- it felt so good, he couldn't move except to lean into it*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Angelo pushes his chest against the wall, distracting Suki. He goes back to Akumo, continuing to scratch behind his ears.*" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*Suki just kept scratching*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*He blanks out completely and falls to the floor*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Angelo helps Akumo onto something very comfortable, and listens closely to his chest for a pulse. Checking on his heartbeat.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*It was really sped up like he was excited about something*\n\n*He started purring again quietly*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Rest well. *Angelo walks near the window, trying to see what Suki is so focused on.*" } ]

[ { "author": "UKI", "message": "*He was trying to get at a bird that was on the other side of the window*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*He picks up Suki, and snuggles him.*" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*He purrs all happy and squeaks*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Your friend has been asleep for a long time now. Angelo puts Suki by Akumo.*" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*He clings to Angelo's sleeves and doesn't let him put him down*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Suki? Come now. I'm starting to worry.*" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*He just hangs there from his sleeve, he wants to be held more -m-*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Sighs* Fine. *He holds the fox close to his chest, and scratches behind his ear.*" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*Suki starts purring again, and relaxes- his tail sways lazily*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*He sits by Akumo, holding Suki in his arms.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*Akumo had woken up, again, but didn't get up-*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Akumo? *He looks at him.* Are you alright?" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"I'm dizzy.. My ears feel all fuzzy.." }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Well, your ears are fuzzy. Are you feeling ill?" } ]

[ { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"No, I'm feeling really, really nice- and I don't like it-\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Should I pour a bucket of cold water over you?\n\nModern problems require modern solutions. *Angelo mused.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"No- I won't like that-\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Sometimes you have to feel uncomfortable to be comfortable.\n\nI think it's the best option. I don't know what else to think of. You feeling uncomfortable from cold water should be the least of your worries." }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*He immediately got up and hurried a ay into the cabin, whining like a puppy*\n\n\"Nooooo..\"\n\n*He closes the door, and you could hear the footsteps down below deck*" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*Is very confused why akumo is acting like this*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*He heard the footsteps below deck, ears perking up.* Who is that?" } ]

[ { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Angelo sighs, not having the energy to chase. He felt exhausted.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*Well, he was only really shuffling away..*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*He follows Akumo.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*Akumo was under one of the beds*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*He searches the room, kneeling down and found him.* I won't pour cold water on you, so you can come out." }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*He comes out the other side slowly and just sat there*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Sorry if you feel that way. I won't touch your ears again. I'll try not to." }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"Noooo.. I'm okayyy-\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Okay. *He walks back where Suki is to check on him.*" }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*Suki was waiting in the cabin of the boat (upstairs) for Angelo to come back, he couldn't keep his feet still*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*He kneels down to Suki, patting his head before picking him up and cuddling the adorable creature.* We haven't been traveling lately. I don't understand why." }, { "author": "UKI", "message": "*He wiggles a bit out of his hands and latches to his shirt again*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*I - what's wrong? You are more attached then usual. I'm not going anywhere.*" } ]

[ { "author": "UKI", "message": "*He lets himself fall asleep, still latched on*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Pats Suki's head, walking back to Akumo to talk to him. He didn't want to bother him remaining silent.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "*He was holding his ears, still all curled up*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Akumo, are you going to come out now? I've been waiting for hours.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"They're still numb.. I can't hear you that well..\"\n\n*He got up and stumbled a bit before walking up and out onto the deck*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "Has this ever happened to you before?" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"No.. But I've also never had friends before to do that to me..\"\n\n*He started to undo the knot on the dock*" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*I felt like you needed comfort, that's all.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"I like it- it's really nice..\"" }, { "author": "Angelo Oakenheel", "message": "*Well, you will need those ears to focus.*" }, { "author": "AKUMO OnIKAWA", "message": "\"I know..\"\n\n*He pulls the rope on board, puts his foot on the dock, and pushes off with his foot*\n\n*The boat turns away as akumo looses the sails, and the boat takes off beyond the docks*" } ]

[ { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "She didn't have a *Home* Yet but the Inn seemed to work well enough. Sort of. Her daily wages at the brewery did help cover her expenses but it didn't leave a lot leftover to save, leaving her with the small sum she'd brought with her upon leaving home. This wasn't ideal but it was alright.\n\nPushing the door open, Cynthia tried to get her mass out of the door and to a table as quickly as possible, rubbing her eyes and sighing. The long, snake tail curled around the bottom of the table as she smiled and ordered herself a beer, sitting up to her full height as if she hadn't spent a long boring day working when really she just... \n\nWell, childishly, still wanted to be an adventurer." }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*The front door to the Inn opens with a creak, letting in the morning sun as a newcomer shows up. A beastkin stepping through the door with a click of his claws against the wooden floor. The Canifor scans over the seats to see how full the inn is as he adjusts the halberd leaning on his shoulder so as not to nick the roofing. Most of their frame is hidden by a traveling cloak, walking revealing a few scars visible breaking up his pelt as he moved.*\n\n*Mox's gaze holds on Cynthia for a moment as he makes a beeline for a seat at the back of the bar. Leaning the halberd against the wall he sits with his back to the wall to watch anyone coming and going, perhaps he might be able to find someone to hire him out today. Flagging down a bar maid when he can to order himself a cold drink and something to eat.*" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "The Naga pauses, forked tongue poking out a moment as she watches people come and go. Lifting her drink she drains the contents, adjusting the green shirt and glancing down at the snake body below her waist with it's diamond grey pattern. \n\nShe'd been highly considering getting food and heading to her room; Get ready for her *Big day* Of making sure vats were clean, temperatures right, spices in and then she pauses when her gaze falls on Mox. Blinking, the tip of her tail twitches side to side a moment, then she looks away. Then back.\n\nThat was definitely an adventurer right? Well, *Definitely seemed like* One. Or someone in a similar trade. Or something she just ought *Not* To talk to if she were honest, but... Her tail twitches again like someone tapping their fingers on a table in thought. Also a Beastkin like her. It'd not hurt to be kind. Riiight?\n\nSwallowing she picks up her glass and slowly heads on closer to the Canifor, taking a drink so maybe she looks *Less* Nervous and curious." }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox stops as he notices someone coming towards him. The Canifor's features where that of a vulpine, the patterns similiar to a cross fox as they size up Cynthia as they move over to his table. The halberd stays where it is leaning against the wall as he raises his mug to her in greeting.* \"Morning.\" *He finally speaks.*\n\n*This close up it's clear he's either an adventurer or some kind of soldier. Armor plating visible under the travelers cloak with a belt of knives laying across his right breast to end at his left hip, a short sword hanging from his hip.* \"Didn't expect to see a Naga here today. What brings you to my table?\" *He asks, going into business mode as he looks her over. Was she looking for protection? Someone needing to die? Or was it time to intimidate someone.*" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "Cynthia pauses and smiles, lips closed over her teeth. Her upper half was quite human, but she still had a bit of self consciousness from her childhood over the length of her canines. Minor; but. Well, kids were cruel. Not that she was a child but... Well, sensitivities.\n\n\"Good morning,\" She said, pausing as she saw the weapons, and the armor. Maybe.. Soldier? Guard? Or- \"Ah, I'm sorry if I've disturbed you.\"\n\nAh, now she needed a reason- She bit her lip, smiling a bit, \"I was uh... Well, I was a bit curious. You look like a soldier?\" She asked, keeping her nerves in her belly rather than on her face." }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox looks down at himself, fingering the grip of one of the daggers.* \"You could say that yes. I'm a mercenary. Fighting for nobles, guarding charges, making a point to others. Long as the money's good and it's something I'm willing to do I'm for hire by anyone.\" *When food is placed before him Mox's attention focus on that for a moment. Downing his drink before looking back to Cynthia*\n\n\"And how about you? You don't seem much for the bloodshed, do you work at this bar?\" *He asks, assuming by her attire she might be one of the bar maids here or maybe a patron.*" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "Mercenary; That explained it just as well, didn't it? She bit the inside of her mouth, nodding as she sipped her drink after releasing the inside of her cheek. It gave her something to focus on as she processed the man's jobs. And the scars...\n\n\"Oh, uh-\" She blinked a moment, flustered before laughing quietly. \"I do brewing work. I helped out in a few bottles and kegs that came through here actually. As for fighting... I guess I'm better at healing work really..\" Looking to the side." }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox nods slowly at that.* \"Healers are always welcome in this day and age. Swear by em myself cause I wouldn't be here talking if there weren't any.\" *He raises his glass to her again in respect for her profession.* \"Brewing is another good one. Strong Ale helps to clear the dust of the road.\"*\n\n*Putting the mug down he looks her over again.* \"Was there something else I could help you with or was it curiosity that put your eye on me?\"" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "She blinked, a little surprised by the toast, but smiles and weakly toasts back. \"Always something I've enjoyed learning. And brewing just... Well, everyone needs a good drink and I don't mind providing it.\" Which was the truth on the matter.\n\nSipping from her glass she paused. \"Well... Curiosity I'll admit was a lot of it. I've tried learning how to defend myself because.. Well, there are a lot of jobs more lucrative than brewing. But I'm not well suited for it yet.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox nods, learning how to defend oneself helps in many situations. Reaching up to the belt at his chest he draws one of the daggers. Flicking his wrist as he spins the blade around and offers it grip first to the Naga.* \"Out of practice or have you never held one of these before hm?\" \n\n*Mox bounces the blade a few times, letting the handle bob as he offers it to her.* \"Perhaps we can trade? I'm curious to see what ale you brew here, perhaps a mug or two for a lesson on how to wield one of these?\" *Having been on the road for a number of days it wouldn't hurt to kick back and drink a little, it wouldn't dull his blade too much.*" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "\"Uhm, no, not a dagger. When I left home I picked up a spear but this isn't anything like that...\" The Naga admits, brows raised. Was he serious? \"I'm not great with that either. I never realized how much slower I am than everyone else.\"\n\nHesitating a moment, Cynthia reaches out to grasp the dagger. Frowning she puts it in her off hand and pulls a few thin, cheaply made rings off her strong hand before returning it to the grip. \"Sure. It would be good to be able to take care of myself. And I'll never say no to showing off what I can do with good materials and an empty bottle.\" She grins a bit." }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "\"Fine Ale tastes far finer when free.\" *Mox jokes as he watches her handle the knife.* \"Its not the best to show someone how to defend themselves on as it's meant for throwing but it has enough of a guard your hand shouldnt slip on the blade.\"\n\n*Mox looks up to his halberd when Cynthia mentions shes trained in spears. Reaching out to grab it and lay it across his lap, twisting the blade to check the edge.* \"Its a bit different from the spear but some techniques with it mimic the spear. My tribe had a lot of hunters so using a spear was something I picked up quickly.\"" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "She smirked, mouth still closed over her sharp teeth to avoid exposing them. \"Alright,\" She said with a nod, pausing to examine the 'guard' on it and quickly realizing he meant the cross section of metal between her hand and the blade.\n\nShe takes a minute and runs her fingers over the shapes and edges of the dagger; familiarizing herself with a weapon she slowly realizes has probably been used and drawn blood. It's.. An eerie feeling to say the least. Mox examines the Halberd and she pauses to watch before he talks about his tribe. \n\n\"Where... Where was your tribe?\" She asked, brows raising a bit. \"I stayed with Macen growing up. They never much thought it safe for me to go overly far from home.\" But that was parents, right?..." }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*The daggers steel was pristine with an unmarked edge. It was probably new and unused. The halberd on the other hand had indeed probably shed blood. The steels surface nicked and scratched from use, the axe blade sitting at the front looking dulled from work as Mox inspects it. Making a note to see if anyone would sell him a whetstone at the next town.*\n\n\"Hm? My tribe still thrives in our own lands, did the Macen's who raised you not talk of the beastkin tribes?\" *Mox cocks his head as he looks at Cynthia, one ear cocked to the side in thought at that.* \"Parents are usually protective ya. Doesnt mean exploring isnt a bad thing.\"" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "She settled slightly seeing fresh steel, unmarked by conflict. The one she had, had not taken blood. Or a life. Or- Her gaze shifted to Halberd and saw nicks, marks and dulling from hard work and labor. \n\n\"Not really?\" She admitted, rubbing her neck. \"Mostly it was just... Go here, go there, and this is how you sell this to these folks. Follow these paths because they're safest and don't hiss at the customers even if they're rude.\" That last bit in a high voice to mimic her mother. \"They're.. Pretty protective. Always have been. Can't fault them for it, but it's why I'm here now.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "\"Personally don't agree with the last one. Might mean less buisness but also means that once word gets out people will not try to walk all over you. There's nothing wrong with baring your fangs.\" *Mox demonstrates as he shows all of his fangs in an awkward smile, chuckling to himself for a moment as he picks up his drink again.*\n\n*Putting it down again he sits back in his chair. Producing a knife from the back of his belt to fiddle with.* \"For me teaching early on was how to clean a kill, use the hides, what was good for eating and what was good for other uses. Took to the spear and after a time decided I wanted to take to it for fighting others. Learned how to wield a sword after a bit and once I was good and confident I could pull my own weight? Left home and been selling my services since.\"" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "She grinned a bit, barest hint of canines exposed as she tries not to laugh. \"Merchants so they were much more worried about losing business than anything else. My Mum used to tell me that it was all about limits, and you had to know what you could tolerate, like a rude customer, and what you shouldn't like intimidation. All give and take, I guess.\"\n\nStill, it felt almost comforting realizing the other Beastkin didn't have a problem bearing fangs; Did not in fact mind what they were. It was different but nice.\n\nHead tilting she listened to Mox talk about his own life. It was so different from her own. \"Was it hard learning how to fight others?\" She asked, rubbing her head. \"I can't imagine it compares at all to how the animals you hunted reacted.\" She then paused. \"Are you a sellsword then?\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "\"Eh, it's not too different at times. Sometimes it can be rather... Odd experience.\" *Mox avoids the question as he lifts the halber again to lean against a wall.* \"My thoughts on it? Dont get into killing.\"\n\n*Mox thumps his brigandine chest plate when asked if hes a sellsword.\" \"Ai. Wouldnt sat I'm an amazing one but I've managed not to die in the few years I've been doing it.\"" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "Cynthia nods, biting her lip with her front teeth and answering, \"Don't plan on it. Still.. I want to be sure I can defend myself. Then I can be more useful than a... Bit.. Scaley fainting violet.\" She says with an exhale.\n\nAt the thump she looks over and grins a bit, \"Surviving is at least half the battle, isn't it? And judging by the halberd I'd say you've fought more than your share of fights as well.\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox shrugs at that.* \"Far too many. But the pays good enough it's hard to just step down from it.\" *Mox looked to his halberd again, was the edge that easy to recognize as used?*\n\n\"Anyway you can keep the blade till you find something betterm first thing you'll want to get use to is the feeling when you stab into something with it. Learn how to best use it with your own strength.\" *Mox makes a stabbing motion with his hand pointed forward.*" } ]

[ { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "She paused and held in a question she realized may just be cruel, or painful. Instead she nodded, looking at the dagger she had been handed. \n\nHe said it was more for throwing than for stabbing. She ought to keep that in mind.\n\n\"Uh..\" She paused then looked at Mox. \"How do I get used to that? I uh, I don't have anything to stab really...\" No volunteers or dummies at least." }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox slams his fist against his brigandine armor and moves his arms as if to open himself to be stabbed. Before he drops his act and gives a small laugh.* \"Nah I'd avoid stabbing people less they deserve it. Wooden dummies are easy to put up with a few nails and wood. Can help with that later if you're working at the moment.\"\n\n*Taking a look around the Inn for a moment it clicks Mox didnt even know if she worked here or was provided the alcohol here.* \"Heh, sorry. Anyway can always set up a dummy.\"" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "She jumped a little at the sound of a fist impacting armor, looking surprised. Then she got it and started laughing without thinking, covering her mouth. \"Well luckily I don't know *Many* That deserve it, so a wooden dummy would work much better. Ah...\"\n\nPausing she smiled and said, \"I don't work here. Actually got off not too long ago and thought I would come here. I haven't gotten a house yet. So I stay here.\" She admits, rubbing her neck. \"So I have time now.\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox moves as if to get up when he realizes he had barely touched his meal.* \"Heh. Well if you pick up a few things we can set up a training dummy. Just need some nails, hammer, and a few logs.\" *Did he at least finish his ale? That question was answered as he looked into his empty mug.*\n\n\"If you want we can meet up here later on after the pieces are picked up. Rather not waste the coin on a good meal without eating it or the Inn keeper might get upset.\" *He gave a wink as he joked, that and he hadn't eaten for most of the day.*" } ]

[ { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "Cynthia drains her mug and sets it down, then nods. \"I can gather those up easy enough. Shouldn't take too long at all.\" She said, smiling. Somehow over the course of the conversation, Mox had become less and less frightening. Despite the scars. And despite the weaponry.\n\n\"Eat up. I'll get a few bottles of what I make on the trip out. Fair's fair, and I'd like opinions on it.\" She grinned. \"I'll be back soon then.\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox raises his empty mug with a nod.* \"Just don't hurt yourself with that knife out there, hard to teach someone when they do.\" *He teases, chuckling as he turns to dig into his food once more.\" *He pauses and debates about taking the dagger back till she returns before shrugging. She was an adult. If she hurt herself she could easily take care of herself.*" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "\"I won't.\" She says, nodding. She held it much like one may hold any other knife, Edge and tip down so she can't easily cut herself if she falls or bumps something. Carefully she turns and moves to head out, silently repeating, 'Wood, and nails'.\n\nA few hours, at most, to collect what she needs. Then she'd be back." }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*With everything collected it doesnt take long for Mox to set up a wooden dummy behind the Inn. Recalling the ones he faced in his youth when he was learning how to hold a weapon. This time there wasnt a wooden blade for it to hold, so he improvised. Nailing a stick to it's right 'hand' to act as a weapon.* \n\n*Without paint a bullseye would be a bit tricky. Mox improvising using his claws to scratch one in alongside an angry face on the dummies head. At some point while he was building the thing he had taken his cloak off, revealing the short sword at his hip as a backup.* \"There. That should do it.\" *Stepping back he inspects the dummy before turning back to Cynthia.*" } ]

[ { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "Cynthia helped where ever she could. She had a bit of rope for padding on the dummy, and carried whatever was necessary as he worked. Her eyes looked curious as she watched the construction, then tested it with bare hands to see how strong it was.\n\n\"This looks so interesting,\" She said quietly, enthusiasm in her voice as she grins. \"Oh!\" Pausing she reaches into a bag, holding out a few bottles. \"Here. I didn't want you to think I'd forgotten. Especially with you taking the time to help me so much.\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox only expected one bottle so when a few were provided to him it caught him off guard.* \"Huh. It's not really a problem honestly.\" *Putting the booze in his backpack for later he gets back to buisness.* \"So few obvious things about daggers.\"\n\n*Mox stepped back up to the dummy and elbows it as he turns to face Cynthia.* \"You arent going through armor with those so if you're facing someone whose a career soldier with just a dagger, honestly? Run.\" *He thumps the dummies chest before sliding it up to point at their throat.* \"If you can go for where the armors weakest and it causes the most damage. Throats the obvious one.\"" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "Cynthia nodded but felt a bit awkward. It wasn't this fellow's job to teach people to fight but he seemed happy enough to do it. Adjusting the dagger into her hand, she looks at the dummy and the marks scratched deep into the surface of the wood. \n\n\"I'm hoping I never have to fight a heavily armed opponent... My scales are only going to deflect so much damage, so running seems about the best thing I may need to do at times...\" She says before reaching up to tap the 'throat' of the dummy, \"Alright, throats aren't usually covered, right? I've seen helmets. They seem to be the top and back of the head but not here often.\"\n\n\"The joints are usually fabric too but I don't know if I could hit them well.\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox taps his elbow as they speak of weaknesses, making a note about the Naga's scales actually acting as a defense for later in case he needs that info.* \"Plates thinner there as well. Honestly if you can pick another back up spears gonna be a lot better for defense.\"\n\n*Looking over to his halberd leaning against the back of the Inn beore stepping away from the dummy to let her give it a few strikes.*" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "\"I'll remember to look into getting one. I still have some savings from when I left home,\" She says, pausing to reach into her bag and removing a small length of leather cord. Holding it in her teeth, she begins to gather her hair to tie it up behind her head. Once she's done with that she adjusts her grip on the dagger and gives it a go.\n\nDaggers however are not something she's used to. Spears she's barely used to. Her grip feels awkward and she adjusts it again before trying again. And again. And again. Good enthusiasm. Decently strong by nature of what she is, the 'attacks' leave anything between knicks, to gouges. \n\nWithout perhaps realizing it however her tail wraps around the bottom of the dummy, increasing it's grip gradually and threatening to uproot it." }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox only really stepped in at the end. Giving points on how best to grip the blade, where to stab and where to slice. With the tail situation he doesnt say much about it at first. When it begins to uproot the dummy he claps his hands together.* \"See. Now that's a unique way to make things easier. Keep in mind of that, you'll be able to push your opponent off their footing and even to the ground.\"\n\n*Stepping up to the dummy he forces it deeper into the earth by force to try stopping her from just uprooting it.* \"Also keep in mind that puts your tail in a position that it can be sliced or cut.\" *Drawing his short sword he switches his grip to put the tip of the blade in the earth right next to her tail.* \"You're going to want to master your instincts or you'll get hurt.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "Cynthia felt her face grow warm. \"Oops.\" As Mox pushed it back into the earth, tail unraveling from the dummy and twitching back and forth awkwardly. Tilting her head she listened, then nodded.\n\n\"Alright, I can move quickly so long as I'm not... Moving all of me. I'll keep it in mind.\" As she adjusted her grip on the dagger and grimaced a touch at the sword. \n\n\"I will. I don't want 'stubby' to be a nickname of mine.\" With a face at that idea." }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "\"Justtttt keep that in thought when you're defending yourself. Instincts are useful.\" *Picking up the blade again Mox stabs it into the earth with the edge pointing away from the dummy, just close enough that if Cynthia isn't careful they'll smack the dull edge.* \"You won't cut yourself on this, but this will serve as a reminder without causing too much injury.\" \n\n*Taking a step back once more Mox let them get back to giving the dummy what for. Watching their form for a few minutes before digging into their pack for a few items to see if he couldn't fix the nicks on the halberds edge.*" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "Cynthia nodded and tried adjusting her form. She, obviously, had not had any real training. She acted on a mix of instinct and logic; Necks are weak points. So are eyes. Soft belly. Joints. There was an urge to attack in a purely instinctive manner, but she resisted. \n\n\"Ah-\" As she, thoughtlessly, bumped the sword with a coil of her tail, moving it back quickly. She gives it another go, the mental chastisement visible on her face." }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*When she bumps into the sword Mox moves up and adjusts the distance of the sword from the dummy, moving it a little closer when she starts getting use to it. Trying to help train her in both control and thought of where her tail is.* \"If you want to take a break I'm not going to chastise you for it, no one becomes perfect in a single day.\" \n\n*Stepping back over to the back of the Inn he takes a seat and runs a whetstone over the edge of his halberd. Looking up once in awhile to make sure she wasn't pushing herself to much.*" } ]

[ { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "She shifted aside as he moved the sword, trying to keep it in mind as he stepped back and she tried again. It was... *Definitely* Harder work than she expected. At the offer to stop she hesitates and nods, but continues for a few more minutes.\n\n\"People make this look easier than it really is,\" She comments, chuckling a bit and flexing her hand. \"I knew working with the spear was hard but I thought something smaller would be easier to handle.\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox runs the whetstone across the blade.* \"You've got distance and a lot more with a spear, knives aren't really the best for use unless you've got surprise. That and it's not the best blade you're handling, might want to pick up a better one yourself later on. They've got some daggers that are better for dealing with armor.\" *He points the whetstone at the dagger in her hand.* \"Like I said that ones for throwing.\"\n\n*Content with the edge for now Mox stands back up.* \"Here. Try this on for size.\" *Making sure he has Cynthia's attention he tosses the Halberd at her, making sure the blade was pointing up in the air and not at the naga as it flew.*" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "\"Distance is helpful when you're as slow as I am,\" She comments, though she seems to less mean her general movement and perhaps more how quickly she can cover ground. She nods at his words however, looking at the blade in her hand. \"I.. Didn't really realize daggers could vary that much.\" She admits before pausing.\n\n\"Huh-\" And here comes the Halberd. She manages *Not* To drop the dagger, just barely, and catches the halberd's shaft, fingers bumping up towards the blade. No blood though. \n\n\"Alright!\" She says, readily enough, carefully tucking the dagger away where it ought not to cause her bodily harm. Letting out a breath she lets herself get distance from the dummy and swings. It's certainly *Easier* To use her strength here than it was with the dagger; Rather than relying on grace, she can rely upon strength. And from her own nature, that she has." }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox just stays back and watches as she swings the halberd.* \"Don't forget the thing has a blade like a spear, use that.\" *He points out. Watching the dummy get torn up by the impact of the blade as it slams into it.*\n\n*After a few minutes the dummy probably looks far more worse for wear then it did when the knife was used against it, Mox clapping at the results of the carnage.* \"So. Now that you know how to make the dummy think you can handle training by yourself?\"" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "\"Right!\" She said, ignoring aching muscles as she continues to work at the dummy. It was pretty satisfying honestly. She grins seeing what the dummy is reduced to, feeling quite pleased as she looks over at the clapping. \n\nMoving over to him, she offers the halberd; \"I think so. Thank you for taking the time to work with me.\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*The halberd is taken with a smile.* \"Thank you for the alcohol. Everyone should learn how to protect themselves in this day and age with how many bandits roam the roads. Especially we beastkin with how some would treat us.\" *Mox's thoughts wander back to the conversation he had with the Jackal back in Silnaria.* \n\n\"Just keep practicing and hope you never have to use it. If you do, well, just makes sure you come out of that scrap alive. Don't worry to much about killing them.\" *Mox eyes the dagger he handed her, wondering if this was a good idea. Before just giving a shrug and patting her on the shoulder.*" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "\"I hope you enjoy it. And if you don't tell me so I can fix it.\" She says with a grin before pausing and nodding. Reaching up she undoes the tie in her hair, eyes still focused on Mox as he speaks. Full attention as it were.\n\n\"I will, I promise. And.. I'll keep working at healing too. That way at least I can make sure if all I do is get away, I can survive.\" As she smiles, not minding the pat and pauses.\n\n\"Oh... My name is Cynthia. Cynthia Grimm. If you need a healer let me know?\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "\"Oh I'll definitely keep that in mind, always good to know a good healer in my line of work.\" *The vulpine extends his arm to Cynthia in a handshake if she takes it.* \"Mox Tamebolt, if you ever have need of a mercenary to guard caravans or assist let me know if I'm around. Always happy to help others. I tend to wander about through the lands when I hear about companies hiring mercenaries, so I'll be around here from time to time.\"\n\n*Mox had honestly forgotten about the booze, looking back at his backpack for a moment.* \"Oh right, I'm sure the booze is going to be great! Helps warm the belly and assist with sleep at times.\"" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "\"Good. I can in the very least heal some wounds, so least I can do,\" She says, shaking Mox's hand lightly. \"And it's nice to meet you. Again, thanks for taking time to teach me. I wasn't sure if you'd bother given I just... Sort of wandered up and annoyed you.\"\n\nShe smiles, then nods, \"And I hope so. And I hope to see you again sometime. Oh-\" As she pauses and removes the dagger to offer back to him. \"You need this don't you?\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox after the handshake raises his hand as she offers the dagger back.* \"Nah, you keep it. I can't let you borrow the halberd so the dagger can do for now. Easy to replace anyway.\" \n\n*She did wander up and annoy him didn't she? Either way Mox smirks.* \"Not much else you can do when talking to a stranger right? Sometimes you get lucky doing that, such as today. But make sure if you do talk to strangers someone else knows where you're going just in case their intentions aren't kind.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "\"Are you sure? I have the spear, I wouldn't want you to need it and not have it,\" She says, though after a pause to make sure Mox was certain of his decision, she puts it away carefully. \n\nSmiling she chuckles. \"Well, just act and hope for the best sometimes. I figured I might have gotten a smack out of it worst case. Worse than that I'd have had to hope others would stop any *Extreme* Response.\" She thought then nodded, \"But I'll remember. It's good common sense, and I appreciate it.\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox gestured to the four still resting in their scabbards on his chest, a single one wasn't going to be something he missed so he waves off the question with his hand again.* \"I've heard tale slavers are targeting beastkin so better to be safe then sorry you know?\"\n\n*Leaning the halberd back against the wall Mox puts back on his backpack and traveling cloak. Getting his gear ready for the road again before picking back up his halberd.* \"Just keep at it and you should be able to at least scare off some of the violent drunks!\" *He jokes, giving Cynthia a wave as he starts back towards the dirt road.* \"I'm off to the next city to see if I can't find something.\"" }, { "author": "bebeduckezra", "message": "She nodded after tucking it away and paused, grimacing. \"Certainly puts my parents concerns in a, ah... Different light, doesn't it?\" She asked, thinking. Her unease with the whole situation presented was visible on her face, tail coiling tightly.\n\n\"You'd think being a gigantic *Snake* Would be enough to scare off some violent drunks,\" She says, snorting and resisting a chuckle. \"Good bye Mox! Hope to see you again someday.\" She says, offering a wave.\n\nPausing she removes the dagger again, turning it over before she heads back inside. Time to rest. Then practice again." } ]

[ { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "A tired looking Kitsune opened the door to the tavern, stepping in. Light amounts of snow fell from his shoulders, and a small dusting fell in behind him. He flicked his ears lazily, attempting to get the powdery white off of them as quickly as possible. He looked much larger than he was due the fur that cloaked his frame. As he walked, his footsteps were barely audible, sounding.. Muffled, even. Not paying much attention to his surroundings, he steadily approached the bar, only stopping for a moment to sniff the air. Something smelled familiar... He scanned the area without much thought, and, after his barebones investigation, shrugged and continued to walk towards the bar. A fire no doubt crackled in the background, almost drowned out by the din of patrons going about their day, and a warm light would encapsulate the room. Ishikawa sat at the bar close to it, seemingly relieved that he would finally be able to relax." }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "Unfortunately Ishikawa's peace was short-lived. The scent he had caught earlier was not by accident. Two silver coins flew over his shoulder and whistled in his ear. They banged against the counter in multiple bounces. The bartender, an attractive macen with long blonde hair, seized and dropped them in the pouch hanging by her dress. Her eyes were set on the payer who stood behind Saito. His keen sense of smell should have already made it clear, by that point - it was **Him**.\n*\"Ginger ale, two.\"* Lucien spoke softly, as was his usual manner of speech. The elf was mostly covered by his long black cloak, hood off. With slow and sound steps he moved onto the seat besides the kitsune. Without looking towards him, he leaned his hands forth in a nonchalant fashion. \n\n*\"It's been a while, Ish.\"*\n\nThe tavern's worker returned, sliding two large mugs. She spread them towards both quickly, yet gracefully lest it spill. The ale smelled sweet, its head so smooth it could be mistaken for cream. The woman then smiled and winked at the vampire. \"Thank you for the tip, sir!\"\n\nLucien responded with a nod, his grimace concealed by his black messy hair. He tasted a sip from his drink, elegantly, and wiped his lips clean after. Once the barkeep left, he asked. *\"Still wasting your time with your bizarre hobby, I recon?\"*" }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawas ears twitched irritatedly as the coins flew past his head. His eye twitched, although it was unclear whether it was from anger or lack of sleep. Ishikawa usually had dark bags beneath his eyes, though more so as of late. He closed his eyes and sighed, not turning around. Of all of the days, why did it have to be today? Could he not relax for just a day? Ishikawa mumbled under his breath, annoyed,* \n\n\"You must be aware that I am an adult by now, yes?\" \n\n*Ishikawa's ears folded down, and he cringed at the shortening of his name. 'Ish'. Always trying to get under his skin... Ishikawa normally had a sort of posh accent, but now, now he had lost his sense of formality. Despite his complaints, he still took a sip from the ginger ale, savoring the flavor.* \n\n\"It has been... A while, yes.\" \n\n*He muttered under his breath,* \n\"Not long enough, if you ask me.\" \n\n*Ishikawa finally turned to look at Lucien, the light of the fire behind him reflecting against his bright blue eyes. __Hellfire__*. \n\n\"It's not a hobby, it's a profession. I get *Paid* For what I do.\" *There was venom in Ishikawas words.*" }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "Lucien drank more, peacefully, and didn't turn to meet the other's eyes, not once. His expression remained unfazed. Throughout the whole time his act was flawlessly elegant, tantamount to a prince at a dinner party. The elf smirked and nodded with a tilt of his head.\n*\"I assume you are correct. People throw money at make-believe clairvoyants, even. So long as folk remain oblivious, rest assured, your belly'll be full.\"* The vampire ridiculed the hunter in an eloquent tone.\n\nA group of drunkards behind them began yelling, singing a melody. The master of horses turned to observe the sight. His scent, able to enchant even the grumpiest folk about to reveal their soft sides to him, had spread along the room's edges. He smiled innocently and began clapping in rhythm. The rest of the crowd looked at the vampire in awe and followed his example, playing drums with their palms for the intoxicated vocalists. And so the song grew intense, many chairs dropping to the ground as people stood.\n\n*\"I'm an enemy, am I not? I'm lacking my odachi, as you can see. Should you not strike me down?\"* Lucien questioned the other bluntly. His sight still remained off of Ishikawa. Instead, the elf focused on a specific drunk yet brave lora, who had the courage to dance so terribly on top of a table surrounded by singers - or perhaps he himself did not grasp his lack of skill." }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawa's scowl deepened as he listened to the man talk more, his eye still twitching. He hadn't slept in a day, maybe more, and it wouldn't be ideal to irritate him in this state... Or perhaps that's what the vampire wanted, to strike him down while he was lacking sleep.* \n\"Ah, but what I hunt isn't make believe.\" *He gritted his teeth.* \n\"It's so very *Real*. All of them are...\" \n*He made an attempt to meet Luciens eyes, even if the other man didn't.* \n\"Wouldn't you know?\" \n\n*Ishikawas muscles relaxed a bit as Lucien worked his magic, but it was short lived, as they tensed up twice more than they had before. Ishikawa was aware of Luciens natural abilities, and he did his best to resist it in his groggy state. Ishikawas ears folded further down as the noise became louder, the young man hissing as it did.* \"This is not a place for death... *But it will be if you-*\" \n\n*Ishikawa trembled slightly. He never was one for loud, crowded spaces. He preferred to be alone, or at least out in the forest. It was all a bit too much for him at that moment.*" }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "*\"If I...?\"* Lucien questioned with a raised brow. Finally he met the other's gaze, yet not with anger or fear. He smiled, as if he was speaking to a friend. The elf then sprung his hand out and placed it on the other's shoulder, leaning in close. His lips were a few inches away from his neck as he barely grinned, so much that no one but Ishikawa would notice **Them** - the fangs. He whispered, slowly and seductively, to further provoke the other. *\"If I had a nip of this delicacy, you mean?\"*\nLucien stared the other dead in the eye, his irises burning dark momentarily. He gently exhaled into the kitsune's neck, his breath so cold that it could keep berries fresh for weeks.\n\n*\"Mmmh, what a tempting offer, my dear Ish.\"* He declared silently, his voice faintly demonic. The bewitching scent of his presence felt as if it doubled its strength, subtly trying to crush Saito's will. The vampire got even closer.\n\nThe folk in the tavern were all distracted by the band that made their night special. They didn't notice his unusual behavior. Perhaps this was what he had intended all along?\n\nHis hushed speech contrasted the loud scenery, making it stand out from the babble around. *\"I promise you, Ish... **I'll savor every - last - drop, of your boiling luscious liquor.**\"* The vampire showed his tongue and pressed it against Ishikawa's neck. He carried its moist and frigid texture against the other's pale skin assertively. He remained unable to hide the face of sheer pleasure assumed by him for a moment. His lick was slow and meticulous - intense in its strength yet subtle in exposure. After an inch was licked, Lucien retrieved his tongue.\n\nHis eyes reverted to their chestnut brown color and he leaned back in his seat. Before the hunter could act in response, loud claps deafened the building. Lucien joined them, grinning and applauding the song that had just finished - acting as if none of that had ever happened. The crowd calmed down and got back to their seats, the two again being detectable." }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawa was still trying to drown out the noise that invigorated the room as Lucien leaned into him. Normally Ishikawa would attempt to throw Lucien off of him, but the mixture of harsh noise and tiredness made it so the Kitsune froze instead. He shivered, staring at the vampire. He stopped breathing for a moment, trying to quiet the sound of his heart beating in his chest. If he could hear it the vampire surely could. Another shiver ran throughout the kitsunes body as Lucien breathed on his neck, all of his hair standing on it's end, goosebumps dotting his skin. His ears now perked up with alarm, but he still couldn't bring himself to move. Ishikawa tried to speak, but all that came out was a quiet squeak. Like a mouse. Ishikawa had come into this encounter utterly unprepared.* \n\"Y-\" \n\n*Ishikawa continued to try and struggle against Luciens natural charms, his eyes watering as the others scent overrode all others in the tavern. His ears folded down, like those of an injured wolf. His breathing began again, now more panicked, the sound of his heart beat racing echoing through his ears as he pushed himself to his already strained limit to resist his enemy. Ishikawa slowly blinked, refusing to take his gaze off of Lucien as he did. His eyes didn't open again, the young man trembling, digging his nails into his thigh.* \n\n*Blood flowed down Ishikawas chin as Lucien licked his neck, his teeth sank deep into his lip to keep himself from calling out. Not here. He wasn't going to let this happen here. Once he had felt Luciens presence draw away, Ishikawa opened his eyes, shaking as he leaned against the counter. He stared forwards for half of a minute, as he had withdrawn himself from the world, until he felt something warm drip onto his hand, and he found himself with blood dripping into his palm. After he steadied his breathing, he looked back at Lucien, and he spoke, barely audible,* \n\n\". . .I hunt monsters, and that is why you must die.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "Lucien let out a nasal grunt in response to Ishikawa's last statement. He raised his hands and sprung them out, acting surrendered. \"Is that so? My my, what a hero.\" He spoke sarcastically, looking over to the kitsune with a smug expression. \"And here I thought a champion like you wouldn't share a drink with a 'monster'.\" The elf voiced coldly. After a short pause to think about the sight - two mortal enemies having ale together, he chuckled.\n\nFinally, he assumed a serious expression. The vampire started criticizing the other, his tone growing louder and harsher with each sentence. \"A monster breathes fire, has multiple heads and eats all it sees without rationality, Ish. You're hunting citizens with different qualities than yours. Shouldn't you purge onis by that logic? Don't they originate from demons?\" Lucien chugged his mug, finishing its contents and slamming it against the table. \"You're as delusional as a prophet, Ishikawa.\" He concluded in relief, his statement blunt and as poisonous as the kitsune's earlier threat.\n\n\"That is - except if you have some great theory on how me and an average soldier are different.\" The elf leaned his elbow against the counter, turning his body towards the hunter. His knees were spread and brows were raised, expressing great curiosity of what the other could say in his defense. \"So tell me, Ishikawa, what are monsters?\"" }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawa wiped blood from his chin, his expression hardening. Now that he was out of whatever state Lucien had put him in, he wasn't going to let himself go back so easily. Ishikawa watched him move, silent. The light in his eyes was gone now, literally and figuratively as the fire behind them began to die down. Ishikawa made no comment on what Lucien had said, simply looking at his drink disdainfully. Everything tasted of iron... **Blood**.* \n\n*Ishikawa opened his mouth to retort as Lucien continued, but he closed again, listening... Fuming. But... Ishikawa smiled. Internally. Because he knew that Lucien was wrong. About people, about the nature of what a monster was and was not. He had trained from a young age to do the work he did, and it was disgraceful to hear Lucien take his work like that. Ishikawa allowed Lucien to finish before speaking, watching closely, waiting. Ishikawa scowled at the casual nature of his enemy, before slowly standing. Despite being frightened moments before, or perhaps because of it, he had a newfound determination, a sort of vigor. He stood straight, staring Lucien in the eyes, and, as he spoke, Lucien would likely see his own reflection.* \n\"What you describe is an animal. Animals do what they need to survive, they eat, they sleep, they protect themselves. People call them monsters, but that is because they do not understand what a monster is,\" \n\n*Ishikawa had started quiet at first, his voice shaky, but as he continued it became louder, clearer. A fire had been ignited in Ishikawa, and Lucien had only added fuel to the flame.* \n\"So called 'monsters' can be dealt with. Fed, taken care of. And I do hunt them, when needed. That is most of my work. I am called a monster hunter because that is the label that those around me assume fits, but I will tell you something here, you ***Pompous bloodsucking fuck***. An Oni is not a monster, because an Oni is a person, an animal like all of the rest of us,\n\nThey do not chose to be born as they are, they simply exist in that way. They are natural. The difference between you and a soldier is that a soldier does not feast upon the flesh of others, a soldier is not ***An abomination, a parasite.*** Everything that you are goes against the natural order, the way the gods intended us to be. And I will not sit by and allow you to hurt others.\" \n\nIshikawa was near shouting at this point, his nails digging into the counter as he grasped it, \n\n\"I do not call you a monster because of what you are, however. I will leave... Them alone, as long as they do no harm, but you, you are a monster. True monsters lie in the hearts of men, in the darkest corners of the mind, telling lies and convincing them to do things that would make one sick-\" \n\nIshikawa stepped forwards, getting into Luciens face. His eyes narrowed, and he got disturbingly quiet. \n\n\"If you ever touch me or anyone else like that again... You will wish that I killed you.\"" }, { "author": "shpeekrebs", "message": "badass protagonist moment" }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "Lucien lost his oppressing act, replaced now with a grim stare. He moved not an inch while the other spoke, his eyes locked into the other. No longer was the one against him but a toy for his entertainment. He felt it - Ishikawa's new power. This silence of the elf was a gesture of acceptance, that the hunter was someone he could consider an equal - and therefore a threat.\n\n*\"Yet a soldier leaves a body just as dead as I do.\"* He spoke, his voice monotone. *\"True, he does not suck blood. In exchange, he simply severs their limbs and body with a swor- **God?!**\"* Lucien stood up, gritting his teeth. Clearly the concept provoked him as he slammed his fist into the table, so fiercely that he left a crack in it. He planted his forehead into the other's and stared him, eyes wide open. *\"Where was your god as I did all this? Where was your god when I became 'a demon', huh?! Where was he, Ishikawa? **Where was he?!**\"* He screamed back.\n\nThe vampire twisted his body, irritated by the other. He paused for a few moments to regain his composure, before speaking in a silent voice. *\"My blade hangs by my mount outside. Once I leave, you stand no chance. Do not pursue me, and I'll let you live. I promise... You'll have your chance to try me. Before that, **I have work to do.**\"* Lucien moved his cape on and tossed a gold coin towards the counter - for the harm he had done. The vampire then passed by the drunkards, bumping into some, and opened the door rapidly once he reached it. The bartender, noticing, smiled and raised her hand to wave. \"Have a great night, si—\" Lucien slammed the door close and interrupted her. She raised a brow in surprise, like the many heads that turned towards the entrance.\n\nA few moments after everyone got back to what they were doing and forgot about what occurred." }, { "author": "nikstarling", "message": "*Ishikawa flinched slightly as Lucien began to scream. While he had found himself a new sense of power, he was still barely an adult. The reaction he had gotten was not one he expected. Not one as violent, at least. He had finally broken through the elfs calm, and he had not been prepared in the slightest. Yet, Ishikawa attempted to stay calm, as calm as he had before, which was... Not very. Ishikawa's voice sounded strained, as the Kitsune made an attempt to sound civil.*\n\"The gods do not exist to cater to you or any one mortal, they are the balance, the whistling of the wind in the trees, they surround us. You chose to do what you did, and nothing else can be blamed for that.\"\n\n*Ishikawa snarled,*\n\"**If you truly hated what you are, you would take aim to fix it.**\"\n\n*Ishikawa stepped back, bumping into the cracked counter.*\n\"But you don't, you continue your charade of civility, your *Charm*, when you're truly rotten on the inside, and any opportunity you get to change what you are is thrown to the wayside for more power.\"\n\n*Ishikawa stood still, making no attempt to follow him. He had stated he had no desire for bloodshed here, and he kept to his word. His hair stood on its end, the man not daring breathe until Lucien was at the door,*\n\"Enjoy what time you have left... The time for redemption has passed.\"\n\n*Once Lucien had left, Ishikawa sat back down at the counter. The deep circles surrounding his eyes seemed more pronounced, as if the encounter had drained him physically. He tried to hold himself together, but soon he began to shake violently, breaking down. Holding his head in his hands, he was silent as tears slipped down his face. Ishikawa murmured quietly, making no attempt to try and fight his emotions,*\n\n\"...So this is what it has come to.\"\n\n*He blinked back his tears, appearing as if he were on the verge of collapse from exhaustion.*\n\n\"I'll do what I must.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Hearing the rapidly approaching woman walk towards herself, the Dark Elf turned around to look at them. The first thing she did was analyze the woman—taking in every single detail she could about this person. A small smile formed on her face in return to the woman's own. Even though she was smiling, her eyes still seemed to have a cold gaze.\n\nThe Dark Elf's smile faded to an almost blank look, feeling a sense of this woman being too kind and naive. \"Oh dear, I have had quite the bad day actually...\" Icicu begun playing into the woman's assumptions, her face drooping into a frown, but not an exaggerated one. \"It would quite cheer me up for a quick drink, if you'd be such a kind woman. I had a couple of Macens harass me out on the streets, so I came here in hopes of finding a safe-haven... I thank you for your offer!\" Icicu reverted her voice from being sad and dark to a happy and warm tone, still playing into the woman's kindness." }, { "author": "reluc", "message": "I got one thing to do\n\nShe took note of the blankness in the woman's stare, and her general coldness, though wasn't put off by it. \"Sorry to hear about that, things aren't always the best for outsiders around here. You don't have to worry about anything bad happening here though, and you're not alone.\" She gently took the woman's hand as she spoke, as her words continued to be legitimately kind, unaware of the drow's lies. Her grip was notably firm, although definitely not tight enough to cause any discomfort.\n\nShe'd turn as she went to lead her to the bar. \"Right, so, anything in particular you want?\" She'd turn her head back as she spoke, flashing her a warm comforting smile." }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "*\"Ginger ale should do the trick.\"* A softer voice interrupted. By Ikari's right, an elf barely shorter than her leaned on the counter. His approach was silent enough to go by unnoticed. What stood out immediately was his lengthy black cloak, one that covered most of his apparel. Its hood was down, which allowed the two to get a better view. Messy black hair reached to the bottom of his neck. He had skin void of any defect, as was likely for silnari, and bright brown eyes that displayed a hint of innocence.\n\nIcicu in particular would find this trait familiar - a glimpse of purity in contrast of an obscure darkness. That spawned the possibility for his charming looks and act to be as deceptive as her heartbreaking story with the macens. For a moment, his shining eyes met hers. At first a once over captured her alluring figure and exotic features. His attention quickly switched to her eyes, however. An acute stare of a hawk attempted to trounce her. Such a look could only mean suspicion. Was he here when she shared her recent past with the oni?\n\nThe elf moved his sight off of her, turning to the approaching bartender. *\"Three Slippery Hooves, large mugs.\"* He ordered and placed his fist on the counter. Slowly he stretched his fingers out, three coins slithering out of his grasp and onto the wooden covering one by one - each producing an icky clink. After making sure that the worker would bring them their drinks, he spun and headed for one of the tables in the corner - free, with three chairs about." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "I just got back online at the perfect time 😳\n\nIcicu was startled by the sudden voice speaking up in the midst of her speaking with Ikari. Her body jolted upwards and became taut before she calmed down and loosened up whilst turning to face the figure. Taking a quick glimpse over the man, she made a quick analysis of who he was or how he acted from what information she possibly had.\n\nFrom his looks, presence in general, and the look he gave her, she took the smart way around. She assumed there was no way he'd be as easily deceived as the naive Ikari, so she had to plan some more. For now, rather than deceiving the man upfront, she'd take the small advantages that would lead up to a bigger decision.\n\nWhile waiting for her small advancements, she took the time to get prepared for anything that could happen. Icicu smiled at the elf and nodded. \"I think ginger ale sounds quite wonderful. I haven't had it before, but trying something new is always nice! I really thank you for your offer, handsome sir.\" The Dark Elf slowly built up a more giddy tone, trying to be a bit warmer. In some aspect, she had to use less deception to build up more.\n\nAs the Elf made his way to table which ironically had just enough seats for the three people, Icicu followed along with a graceful and luscious walk. She made the poor, but usually true, assumption that it'd be easier to gain information she wanted by having a more feminine and seductive posture around men. This Elf seemed like the kind of man that'd be allured by her, so she went for it. If it failed, she hadn't made any strong moves, so she could just dust her failure off as a normal thing." }, { "author": "reluc", "message": "Ikari took note of the new elf, her gaze narrowing as her eye locked with his. Her pupil became more slitted, and a smile turned into a fanged grimace. A very clear message was sent, one simple and easy to understand for Lucien, *'I did not want to be found.'* However the moment was gone as soon as it came, as the woman ran a hand over her face with a sigh, her smile returning. The most the drow could probably gather from this was that the 'macen' knew the elf, and perhaps wasn't on the best terms with him to say the least.\n\n\"Sure. That's fine.\" Her tone was similar to before, although slightly forced and significantly more curt. She'd follow Lucien's lead, however kept her hand in that of the drow's, giving her a slight comforting squeeze. She'd move to sit next to the drow at the table, assuming she had the option." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "As Icicu sat down, she briefly looked at Ikari and then locked her gaze onto the Elf. A small smile formed across her face, trying to be as warm and welcoming to this even newer figure. For now, she felt as if she should be somewhat genuinely kind to Ikari, allowing them to keep grip onto her hand from underneath the table.\n\nWithout showing any signs of suspicion, she spoke up to the Elf, \"Thank you for your offer of buying us three drinks. From the looks of my new Macen acquaintance, you two must know each other, yes?\", Icicu rose a brow as she asked, \"It'd be quite nice to know more about you two, and your acquaintances would make that more interesting. Plus, I'd see how you know each other well since you're both quite the kind and charitable type!\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "After Lucien adjusted his seat closer to table, he raised his hand. It slithered past the edges of the cloak, revealing itself to be grey sleeved. He unbuttoned the cape, a few clicks coming from the pinches he applied to the cloth's collar. He then settled the coat onto the back of his chair. His apparel was much easier to notice now. The elf wore a slightly disheveled grey shirt. It was halfway unbuttoned, the gap revealing some of his chest. Despite its unkempt look, it fit the wearer. In fact, together with it and his messy hair he seemed quite laid-back. Black leather pants and large boots finished his outfit.\n\nIcicu, having some experience in rogue affairs, could probably recognize the sword belt wrapped around his hips. It lacked any large sheathe, instead two daggers hanging by each side. From first sight, naught implied any other weapon on his person. Lucien sat in his seat and leaned back. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, through his nose, to relax. As the other spoke up, he opened them again and focused.\n\n*\"Well, this is a first. I hadn't seen someone get so excited over a mug of ale.\"* He grumbled sarcastically. *\"I'm sure my friend here will be more than happy to talk about me in a few minutes from now.\"* Lucien added to his jest. The elf then leaned forth and raised his tone to have all of their attention, despite remaining as courteous. His voice came more from his chest, sounding smooth and even soothing - flirtatious, even. *\"I'm curious to know about you, actually. One rarely sees someone this gorgeous and fashionable act so innocent. Almost makes me feel as if I got into the theater without having to pay for a ticket.\"* The elf clarified, a smirk curving by the edge of his lips. Whether he was giving her a compliment or accusing her of lying remained unclear. Without giving her time to think of an answer, he continued. *\"How about you tell us some more about yourself, darling?\"*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Icicu's eyes slowly scanned from Lucien's face down, a look of 'interest' twinkling in her eyes in reaction this 'handsome' man's body. With his flirtatious actions, Icicu looked away as if she was flustered—especially from Lucien's kind words. Her smile became a very hesitant smile, as if she didn't know how to respond to Lucien's flirting. Mentally, she took in consideration of the possibility of him understanding her deception.\n\nIcicu waved her hand some at Lucien; flustered and trying to dismiss his flirtatiousness. \"Oh, handsome sir, I'm quite *Dirty* For how innocent I am. Don't be fooled by my facade of innocence.\" Icicu looked over, staring Lucien down as she slowly bit her lip before looking back away. \"If you want to know anything about me, I must warn you! If you're too sensitive—though I assume a man as handsome as you wouldn't be—you shouldn't listen about me...\"\n\n As a change to her deceptive attempts, she used her real past conditions as to make a more pitiful feel for herself. \"I was born here between my two enslaved parents. Life was awful, but it got worse when I left the days of being a toddler... For years, I was tortured and harassed whilst being used for hard labor...\" To avoid giving away too much about herself, she had to lie some. \"One day, just about 2 or 3 years ago, a big fight broke out, giving me and many others the chance to escape. From there on, I've been searching for a better life!\"" }, { "author": "reluc", "message": "The woman just looked between the two and let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand down her face. She cast her gaze down to the side and floor, wondering just how soon the aforementioned ale would arrive. She then turned her gaze to the table, head in her hands, mentally searching for any reason why she shouldn't do what she was about to do as her frustration grew about the current situation.\n\nShe then decided to stop ignoring the drow's initial question, twisting her head to the side to cast her eye towards the drow. Her head was essentially horizontal with hers, supported by a hand, an exaggerated and overly jubilant smile on her face. Her silver hair was pulled to the side by gravity, revealing the eye patch, which she evidently did not have fucks left to give about.\n\nShe spoke, her voice as sarcastic as her smile, \"Ah, that's Lucien. He's a genuine piece of shit. He likes to buy girls drinks, hear their traumatic backstories, and make them relive every moment of it in detail because they apparently didn't tell it to him in enough detail and because he thinks it'll help them get over it. He's also a disgusting leech, vampire, and probably looking at you the same way a wolf looks at a sheep. I'm sure you'll get along with him *Fucking* **SWIMMINGLY**.\" Her smile and tone was sickeningly sweet, though as she continued on with her verbal onslaught, her tone grew more seething and irate, her voice rising in volume until the last word echoed throughout the tavern. The woman was clearly not happy he was here, and if the drow bothered to believe her, perhaps the individual in front of her was not in fact, worth seducing." }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "Lucien curved the corner of his lips, satisfied by her flirt. He chuckled at her warning. *\"My my, you humble me. Please do continue, I will try my best not to weep.\"* He teased back. Gradual repetition of nods proved his consideration of her words, facial expressions changing based on the shift of mood in her stories. *\"Ah, well I hope you find your place in the world. I myself still have a hard time doing so.\"* The elf admitted.\n\nThe tender brought the three their mugs, placing each carefully one by one. Lucien smiled and gave them a nod of appreciation. Once they left, he wrapped his hand around his jug, ignoring its handle and ready to enjoy it. The elf slid the drink closer to his chest, which was held elegantly upright. Before finally sipping on the ale, he reeled his tongue out while his lips pressed against its moisture. He could easily discern the sarcastic tone Ikari utilized from the start, considering how close they were. He anticipated her foul-mouthing him - yet not to such degree.\n\nAs the crimson oni delivered her affectionate ballad, he froze. His tongue still sticking out, the elf's gaze remained stuck to the table's bright coating. He began retracting the tongue, much slower. Lucien rolled his eyes as she approached her finale. With raised eyebrows he smiled lopsidedly and bumped his head up and down a few times - as if he understood where she came from. Ikari finished describing her perspective on his character. He sniffed loudly with a tilt of his head and then cleared his throat. The elf raised his mug and feigned a smile, giving each of them a glimpse.\n\n*\"Cheers to that.\"* He muttered, before chugging a large potion of the drink. The elf then slammed his cup against the table and let go of it. His attention returned to the dark elf. *\"Right, right. You said a big fight, aye? Mind elaborating on that?\"* He changed the topic, clearly not a fan of the previous." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" }, { "author": "reluc", "message": "I got something small\n\nShe did not return his toast, meeting him with a withering glare as she simply grabbed her jug and downed the entirety of it's contents, chugging it. She stared a hole in Lucien for the entirety of her gulping, before slamming it down on the table. She then immediately took jug Lucien had drank from, her glare never leaving him, \"This is mine.\" Her tone was flat, and very much of matter of fact, as she then immediately downed that jug as well, uncaring in the slightest for his reaction.\n\n\"No no! You don't get to change the subject, dipshit! I'll make you more shitfaced then I'm gonna be and I sure as hell don't mean drunk if you try that shit. Let the girl ask her questions. About you. Assuming she wants to talk with your dumbass at all anymore.\" She'd reply to his attempt at a question, more than likely interrupting the drow, her tone far more harsh. The woman very much intended to back up her threat, and was still very much seething. She looked dangerously close to flipping the table over and lunging over the table to physically beat the man across from her, one of her hands gripping the corner of it hard enough to the point it looked like she was going to split the damn thing." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "In reaction to Ikari's sudden outlash, Icicu tried to gently place a hand on their forearm in an attempt to calm them down. Hesitantly, Icicu spoke to Ikari in the midst of her outlash. \"Ma'am, I understand. I'm telling him one more thing and then I'm done here, okay? I'd prefer to avoid conflict; especially since I'm a dark elf.\" Icicu seemed quite genuine now, and she was. This was no longer an act of deception. Looking over, Icicu frowned at Lucien.\n\n\"Fine, I'll drop my shit and tell you the truth, Mister Vampire.\" Icicu knew she couldn't succeed with anymore deception. She was good at manipulating others, but she wasn't perfect at it. Lucien just happened to be the perfect counter to her abilities. \"The 'fight' was a one-sided fight where I massacred every single one of my slavers with my young, innocent hands. That's how I escaped.\" At this point, since Lucien could see through her shit, he could tell she was actually being genuine." } ]

[ { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "Lucien inhaled sharply through his nose once Ikari yanked his mug. He clenched his fist intensely, yet contained his rage. The elf ignored her disrespectful outburst and focused on the dark kin. With a frown he inspected her, curious to know what else she wanted to add. He noticed the pressure dropping off of her chest - that his doubt was true and had gotten to her. He raised his chin, getting a better view of her and listened carefully, all red.\n\nAs Ikari continued with her yelling, the elf gave up. He pulled his stool back, standing and wrapping the cloak around his body with haste. After clicking the collar back in place he raised a hand and pointed it at Icicu. *\"Good. You did the right fucking thing.\"* The elf then faced the oni, expression of sheer disgust on his face. *\"I'm leaving your shit outside. If you'd rather not have me here, fine, I'll do you the favor.\"* His hand rushed into the cloak that covered his body yet again. Lucien gazed at Icicu one final time. *\"Meet me in the nearby forest after midnight, if you wish to continue this conversation. I might find it pleasant. Either way, I'm not willing to do it where people can't control their tantrums - especially when that puts you at risk.\"* Without hearing what else they might have added, he spun and left, slapping his hood on before doing so." }, { "author": "reluc", "message": "The woman seemed almost startled by the dark elf's touch, her head quickly turning to look at her due to her touch. Her voice gained a genuine sincerity to it, and lost most of it's edge as a genuine empathy shown through as she spoke \"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your day, but he wasn't supposed to be here and he shouldn't be around people right now, much less *Someone like you*.\" The \"Macen's\" Stare was quite knowing as she spoke. It was pretty evident the woman had similar experiences to the drow's at the very least, though specifics were unclear.\n\nShe then got up, turning her face to Lucien's as he had begun his speech. She let him finish, her stare taking on a renewed anger with every word. She closed the distance between the walking away elf rapidly, a firm grip finding itself on his shoulder as it dragged him around to face her, stopping him in it's tracks. Her voice was stern, and curt, barely under control \"No. I did not want you fucking gone. I wanted a god damned break from you. So I could think of a way to fucking tell you what did was *Wrong* And a complete and utter betrayal of my trust to you, without doing this— Without fucking blowing up at you! But no, you couldn't let me have that, the tiniest bit of reprieve and private time *To get what you did out of my fucking head.*\" Her breathing became deeper and more rapid as she spoke every word, before she simply stood, staring at him.\n\nPain was quite evident in her expression, that and regret. Her voice then shortly afterward, quiet and somewhat meek\"..Just go back to camp. We'll finish this discussion later.\" She sighed as she let go of him, turning to walk away." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "For a majority of the conflict out-break, Icicu sat there and watched in silence. The 'macen's' words kind of hit her a little hard as she was listening. Icicu understood she must've had to gone through similar things, so she felt kind of bad about contemplating deceiving Ikari. Instead of deception, though, she could perhaps rise to power with Ikari's power, but there's no telling what the devilish Icicu would do afterwards.\n\nWhen Ikari became violent, Icicu was quite startled, adjusting in her seat to be a bit away from the conflict. She could sense the stares piercing through her two new acquaintances yet she felt as if she was the reason for this happening. It felt like that since they were talking to a Dark Elf, the stares must've been in judgement towards her too.\n\nAs Ikari turned and walked away, Icicu was on her way of getting out of her seat. \"Uhm, I'm not going to ask what that was all about... I think I should get going now since I've got some uh- stuff to do!\" Icicu gave a nervous chuckle. \"I'd hate to get onto your nerves any more than he did!\" She gave a half-assed smile and an anxious look around." }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "As soon as she placed her hand on his shoulder, Lucien's own darted out. A black force, intertwined with a violet hue, propelled it towards Ikari's forearm. He slammed it away with as much force as he could muster, aggravated. Unlike his usual tone, his was now a poisonous hiss mixed with tempered fury. *\"**You think I didn't realize what I did was a mistake?!** You think I'm that dense that your reaction didn't give away what a fucking blunder I pulled? How about you stop trying to get everything done **Exactly **Like you want it to and start communicating?! I'm sorry for what I did, fucking sorry! Could have gave me the chance to at least say that before you scream that I'm a vampire in front of fifty people! There, you blew the fuck up, now you must feel relieved. I clearly made another mistake coming here trying to talk it out. You need your time? Have your time, as much as you fucking want. Just don't tell me what to fucking do.\"* The elf spun rapidly, still enraged. He exhaled nasally, calming only slightly, and muttered. *\"Like I said, your things are outside. I am sorry for what I did, I didn't want to lose your trust.\"*\n\nThe door creaked open, Lucien sliding past. It banged back into its spot, pulled back by its lever mechanism." }, { "author": "reluc", "message": "Ikari was somewhat shocked by him smacking her arm away, taking a step back she simply stared at him, unsure of how to respond, words caught in her throat. Her expression was something akin to remorse, as she listened to him speak as her guilt deepened. She attempted to say something, however he interrupted her before she could.\n\nHer gaze was sullen as she slowly turned. She didn't even seem to take notice of the drow's comments, or her presence in the slightest as she just hurriedly walked off. There was a mix of terror, apathy and regret in her eyes as she walked off, stuck in her own head. She exited the inn onto the street, more than likely disappearing into the crowds on the street shortly after." } ]

[ { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*The heavy smell of alcohol and dense, salty foods hit the young girl like an armoured horse, Cecilia shaking her head slightly to wake herself up as she ventured inside. She'd only wandered past inns and taverns such as these, having been far too young to enter one before. Now, only a year over the legal age and finally out on her own, she felt confident enough to try it. The grip on her staff tightening as she walked inside, her eyes full of wonder.*" }, { "author": "Cherny Kuznets", "message": "A bellowing laughter came from the bar as a steppe told a joke the one Cherny Kuznetz found particularly funny. Cherny smacked his hand on the bar a couple times as he laughed, patting his elf buddy on the shoulder. As his laughter subsided he took a swig from his mug in front of him, finishing it off. He splayed some coins on the counter and requested another with a surprising politeness. As he did this, he was able to notice a woman entering the tavern. She appeared to be new, so, he decided to offer her some kindness.\n\"Aye, lass!\" He called out to her, splaying his hand towards her direction. \"Would ye like a drink?\"" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"A drink? I suppose so...\"\n*She replied thoughtfully, clearly not entirely understanding the question as she approached him. Clearly, she had never drank a drop in her life.*" }, { "author": "Cherny Kuznets", "message": "\"Lovely! Waiter!\" He called out, pulling some more coins from his wallet.\n\"Sorry, but when ye bring out my drink can ye bring one fer this lovely lady as well?\" He splayed the coins on the counter for the bartender to collect and smiled. As the bartender came by and scooped up the coins Cherny turned back to Cecilia.\n\"Say, what's yer name, lass? I've ne'er seen you 'round here b'fore.\" He spoke in slurred half-shouts. Though, it was almost necessary to speak this loud, the bar *Was* On the rowdier side." }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*The young woman cringed mildly at his yelling, also noting how it was necessary in the jovial din of the tavern. She sat opposite him, trying not to bump the person beside her as she gave her name, the mild anxiety she had exuded all but fading into her excitement.*\n\"I'm Cecilia! No, I haven't been out this far before - my first time leaving my family's place without them, actually! Who might you be, sir?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Cherny Kuznets", "message": "\"Ah! That's wonderful! A little birdie flyin' outta the nest!\" Cherny cackled to himself some.\n\"I'm Cherny! I run a smith shop down the street.\" He smiled and cheered as two drinks were brought around, one handed to him and the other to Cecilia. The bartender smiled and walked off. Cherny began to sip at his drink when a brayer two seats over demanded Cherny's input on something. Cherny's eyes widened and he leaned over the bar.\n\"Yer kiddin'! Three, even with my hands behind my back!\" He bellowed.\n\"Yeah, maybe fifty years ago! What about now?\" The brayer teased and chuckled. Cherny's face became red and he sputtered some. The brayer, the aforementioned steppe elf, and another woman who was seated another seat down from the Brayer all began laughing in unison. Cherny grumbled some before smirking and joining them.\n\"Face it, you're old.\" The reptillian woman cooed, taking a swig of her ale. Cherny laughed.\n\"Yeah, whatever. You wouldn't still be doin' what I can't if I wasn't givin' you half offa everythin' in the shop! Maybe I should stop!\" He laughed and turned back to Cecilia.\n\"Sorry about that Ceci... Can I call you that?\" Cherny took another sip of his drink as he awaited an answer.\"" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*Cecilia thanked the bartender and Cherny gently, taking a small sip from the glass - screwing her eyes shut as she processed the strong, musky taste.*\n\"Eeeuuuhh... Wuh! Uh, yeah! I don't mind! So, you're a blacksmith?\"\n*Her expression grew glittery with curiosity, the small blush on her cheeks from the immediate effect of the alcohol giving her a childish expression.*" }, { "author": "Cherny Kuznets", "message": "Cherny smiled and nodded.\n\"Yes! I make all kinds of wears, mostly weaponry and armor, though sometimes people ask for weirder things. They usually pay me a *Hefty* Fee for my commission though, so I prefer to shape the steel and not ask questions!\" He laughed and sipped from his drink. The steppe elf asked Cherny a question and he answered, though the exchange between the two was rather muddied down by the loud bar. Cherny turned back to Cecilia.\n\"What brings ye all the way out here on yer lonesome? Lookin' fer adventure?\"" }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*She giggled along, a few more sips causing her to sway subtly.*\n\"Oh- Yeah, of sorts. My parents want me to look for formal magic studies, maybe a teacher or a school. But my main reason is to search for some people!\"" }, { "author": "Cherny Kuznets", "message": "\"Hah! A fine call to adventure!\" Cherny raised his glass and took another swig, already halfway through what he had only just got.\n\"What kind of people? Allies, friends, rivals, enemies? There's plenty of all of 'em here!\" He laughed and nudged his steppe elf friend, who leaned over to give a word.\n\"I've met my last five lovers at this bar.\" He smirked at Cecilia.\n\"Yeah and maybe this time number six will be the last!\" The brayer butted in and the group all laughed, including Cherny." }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Uhh...\"\n*She paused a moment, realising she hadn't asked what drink this was, but shrugged and continued anyway.*\n\"I *Think* They're all centaurs - but I'm not sure right now...\"" }, { "author": "Cherny Kuznets", "message": "Cherny gained a clearly puzzled look on his face.\n\"Centaurs?\" He chuckled and stroked his beard.\n\"Why so specific? Who comes to a place like this looking for *Just* Centaurs?\" He turned more to her, his intrest thoroughly piqued." }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Well, my old master was a centaur, and his children were all centaurs-*Hic!\"\n*She paused as she hiccuped from her last swig, giggling softly at herself before continuing.*\n\"-so I'd imagine they would be who I was looking for...\"" }, { "author": "Cherny Kuznets", "message": "\"A quest from an old master! Haha, it's almost like a story book! Are ye takin' this quest alone?\" He asked, now suddenly with only a quarter of his ale left, even though, to Cecilia, it almost didn't look like he had taken a swig. Cherny also took a notice to how she was already clearly drunk after such a short time, but he had already asked a question, so he saved it for later." }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Yessir! I didn't... Have many friends...\"\n*Her mood slowly dropped to melancholy, visibly deflating as she dropped her gaze into her glass.*\n\"None, actually... Other than the medics...\"" }, { "author": "Cherny Kuznets", "message": "Cherny's own cheery attitude seemed to drop as well. His smile dropped and his eyes widened. He looked to his mostly empty glass and hummed. His eyes stayed steady on his glass as he was thinking. He nodded.\n\"I think I understand... I can't say I've ever lived like that. My whole life I've been surrounded by people who love me, and have called me friend or brother. However, I do understand what it's like to be lonely. Sometimes I will have a long period of slow days, and my only company will be my cat. He's wonderful company, but I can't converse with him, ye know?\" He looked up to Cecilia.\n\"That feeling of... Sadness and boredom all crumbled together into a big ball of shitty yuck... I can't stand living with it for more than a week- I can't imagine how much it would suck to live yer whole life like that...\" He grumbled and looked back down to his mug. A bartender came around and asked if he wanted a refill. His eyes grew wide and his smile returned. As it did so, he laughed.\n\"But that's why we have pubs! Can't feel lonely when everyone's drunk and chatty, ye hear?\" He looked to Cecilia and laughed as the bartender quietly walked away to retrieve him another mug." }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*The young healer felt herself slowly perk up at his words, nodding contentedly and finishing her drink, giggling and swaying happily.*\n\"Yeah!~ I hope I meet a lot of new friends, mister!\"\n*She agreed with a nod, knowing that he was trying to cheer her up, and it had worked for now.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "*Cecilia finally felt her senses numb as the drink began to seep into her, slowly standing up, using the table as support as she beamed at the group.*\n\"I think that's enough for me... I don't think I could drink much more, I might fall over!\"\n*She giggled, tapping the side of the glass airily.*" }, { "author": "Cherny Kuznets", "message": "\"Alright lass! Take care!\" Cherny laughed and gave her a thumbs up.\n\"The best of luck with finding those centaurs a' yers!\" Cherny gleefully raised his mug and began working on finishing it off. Just like with any other pleasant encounter with a stranger, Cherny wouldn't be forgetting Cecilia any time soon." }, { "author": "Cecilia Wrestcleaf", "message": "\"Thank you!~\"\n*She chirped back, returning the thumbs up and spinning on the spot, walking over to the Inn counter further inside - stumbling a little as she controlled her movement slightly.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Due to some unexpected interruption, Sirdan was unable to meet up with Hu Lang about the hiring of Orphiel - Or it canonically occured after that trip in the restaurant. Who know what he did.*\n\n*Sirdan popped into Hu Lang's restaurant, heading toward the nearest waitress that appears - or Hu Lang herself* \n\n\"Hello! Where's Hu Lang? I got business to talk with her\"" }, { "author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang", "message": "*A brown haired Oriate spots Sirdan, bowing once she sees the elf.*\n\n\"Hello, Sirdan-san. Ms. Hua is right this way.\"\n\n*It seems that Hu Lang's taught her summons to memorize the elf's name. He did come here twice already.*\n\n*The oriate brings Sirdan to the bar, where she's pouring some silvery alcohol into a cup.*\n\n\"Enjoy! Oh, hi Sirdan-San! How may I help you today?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*He winked at her and strided forth.* \n\n\"Was going to ask you for a date - but I have important business.\" \n\n*He giggled.* \n\n\"I came back from Keguntan with a Pale Oni chef. Her name's Orphiel, and she made a lot of delicious Runran food back. I recommended she follow me to Salvainia and look for work - because it is more lucrative here and there's plenty of people around.\"\n\n\"I was wondering if you would like to hire or interview her. If you want, I can bring her here within a few days - maybe today if she's ready.\"" }, { "author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang", "message": "*The oriate's tail wags once Sirdan mentions a date, but her ears perk up once she hears possibilities of a new employee.*\n\n\"Oh? Runran cuisine? This is perfect, I've needed more employees ever since I expanded!\"\n\n\"I'll just judge her skill and how good the food tastes, then introduce her to the menu. I might even incorporate some more foods into it.\"\n\n\"Just a little worried about the Oni part. Not for my sake, but for hers. Oni aren't exactly liked in certain places.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*He nodded.*\n\n\"She was commandeering a rather big salary - I think it was almost twenty-two silver a day when she asked me. I am not sure if she can provide that value - maybe some sort of internship - like, she get a regular salary early on and if she proves herself to be worth that much, a promotion.\" \n\n*He nods.*\n\n\"The food there was great - I think it was a strange thing called Pho, a broth that was delicious, and she added her own chicken stir fry if I recalled to the menu.\"\n\n*He grinned.*\n\n\"This is a city full of elves and all kind of weirdos. Not exactly liked sure, but this district is one of the more affluent and cosmopolitan. Just one problem though... She is a bit short.\"" }, { "author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang", "message": "\"Twenty two? That's a lot. I definitely can't afford that at the start.\"\n\n*Hu Lang raises an eyebrow at the mention of the foods Orphiel had cooked.*\n\n\"Ah, Southern Runran? It's a bit easy to make stir fry-I'll need to test her skill with something a bit more challenging.\"\n\n\"Oh, short? Shouldn't be too much of a problem... Unless someone decides to mess with her. Will you be able to stick around close by? Recently I've been getting some bad feelings as well, particularly from Brayers for some reason.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan cracked his hands together.* \n\n\"Mhm - She can tell you more about the food she make when she is here.\" \n\n*He nodded.*\n\n\"I am usually busy at New Sunlight training newbies or assigning quests nowaday. Have to earn my keep anyhow. Today is my free day, so I can stick around close by - I'll bring a few books with me to read if you have a well lit lounge you can stick me in.\"" }, { "author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang", "message": "\"Oh, damn. Guess I'll have to take up an old hobby of mine.\"\n\n\"Well, today seems alright. Dinner tonight? I can have Hana prepare us something.\"\n\n*Hu Lang's tail visibly wags back and forth, silver fur becoming a blur behind her.*\n\n\"And maybe do something else afterward?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Yes of course, as long as you don't mind my reputation.\" *He chuckled.* \n\n\"I'd love to prepare the meal alongside you - but I am sure I am no match for you when it come to culinary prowess... Still, let me contribute to the dinner one day.\" \n\n*Sirdan nodded.*\n\n\"You can come visit my house afterward if you like - She is living there for now in one of my spare room. But it will be us time.\" *He winked.*" } ]

[ { "author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang", "message": "\"Oh, help is always welcome.\"\n\n\"Aw, there's another? Can't expect everything to be perfect. I guess I'll just have to try a bit harder.\"\n\n*The oriate grins, strolling towards the upstairs and opening a door.*\n\n\"Perhaps some chat over tea first? Hana! Could you make us some dinner please?:\n\n*Hana bows, rushing off with the other two oriates to gather cooking utensils.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Another?\" *He scratched his head, following the oriate toward the room upstairs.* \n\n*He sat down on one of the chair.* \n\n\"I'm confused by what you mean, Hu Lang.\"" }, { "author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang", "message": "\"Oh don't think I don't know about the vampire. I understand; she's pretty. I've got connections, you could say.\"\n\n\"I'm fine with sharing though. After all, we're all busy at some point, aren't we?\"\n\n*Hu Lang lights a small fire under a teapot, her fingers flickering with flame. She gathers two porcelain cups, setting them in front of the pair.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan thought something was amiss. And he looked a bit visibly confused. But he might as well press on.\n\n\"Oh. We must've got confused there.\" *He chuckled,*\"I wouldn't mind sharing either, an opportunity to spend time with a wonderful woman like you can't be wasted.\"\n\n*He took the cup and waited for the tea to boil, sniffing at it.*\n\n\"Hmm. What kind of tea is this?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang", "message": "\"Yeah, think so. It's cinnamon; I enjoy a change from what I normally drink.\"\n\n*The cinnamon tea smells exotically sweet, the aroma of the spice wafting throughout the room.*\n\n\"They say it's expensive, but I have money to spare. Might as well get the best.\"\n\n*Hu Lang brings out a small red box, uncovering a set of small mooncakes.*\n\n\"They also say these are for special occasions. I think this counts.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan sniffed at the tea, and then nodded. His stance relaxed, and his shoulders slumped. He rested his elbows on the table, holding his fist together. *\n\n\"Oh..\" *Sirdan looked surprised, and then turned over to the red box. He instinctively put one hand to his heart for a moment, before returning to the table. *\n\n\"You're very kind, Hu Lang.\" \n\n*The elf smiled at her, and then examined the mooncake with his eyes for half a minute, using the time to think of what to say next. Ask her for a date? Ask her for a relationship? It seems they're both interested in eachother... *\n\n\"You have beautiful eyes.\"" }, { "author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang", "message": "\"Aw, you are too.\"\n\n*Tian's eyes sparkle at the compliment, the oriate playing with her hair. She brings out some small plates, setting three mooncakes for each. Gracefully, Hu Lang pours the cinnamon tea into each cup.*\n\n\"You're very skilled. A warrior, spellcaster, what else? A decent cook, maybe an archer?\"\n\n*Hu Lang places her head in her hands, tilting her head to the side. Looking at Sirdan, she smiles, her tail wagging behind her.*\n\n\"A lover?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*He smiled back at her, looking at the mooncake and taking the plate.* \n\n\"Thank you.\" \n\n*He sipped on the cinnamon tea, watching her tail wag.* \n\n\"An archer too. But you're a wonderful cook and businesswoman, and a gorgeous oriate.\" \n\n\"As for the last one, would you like to learn? Some things are best experienced after all.\"" }, { "author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang", "message": "\"Oh, experience? How about we-\"\n\n*A knock is suddenly heard on the door. Hana enters, carrying a tray of dumplings with soy sauce.*\n\n\"Ms. Hua? I wasn't sure what you wanted, so I made something light.\"\n\n*.....Oh, and she was so close too. She had lived for over a century now, and yet she still wasn't able to find anyone. Hu Lang was basically hunting for a special someone now.*\n\n\"Leave it on table, Hana. Thank you.\"\n\n*The oriate listens, walks out the door, bows, and leaves.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan stared at Hu Lang, a bit of delight showing on his face as she continued her sentence.\n\nThen his face contorted instanteously into a shocked look, and he turned left to the door*\n\n\"Oh. Thank you! Hana... San, was it?\" *He returned to his polite demeanor to calm himself down.*\n\n*He looked at the dumplings. They were hot, moist and delicious. But he didn't feel like eating. Not the food on the table anyway.*\n\n\"Aw, that was a mood ruiner.\" *He chuckled.*\n\n*He thought about the next step. The fact that Hu Lang knew he was a womanizer, knew that he got together with Yukine... And yet still seems interested. It seems a bit far fetched to him. He never thought himself that attractive, after all.*\n\n*But if the Oriate is willing, who is he to deny? Do he question? Or go with the flow and seduce her?*\n\n\"You don't mind someone like me, do you?\"" }, { "author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang", "message": "\"We'll have to bring it back, then.\"\n\n*As Sirdan asked his question, Hu Lang stood up. Strolling towards the elf, Tian begins loosening the silver sash holding her robes together.*\n\n\"I've lived for a hundred years, Sirdan. All this time, I've never found anyone special to be with. I think it's time I finally found someone.\"\n\n*And the sash falls to the floor, Hu Lang holding the robes together with her hands.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"The food can wait.\" \n\n*He smiled. He felt his heart pounding as Tian closed in, and then loosened her silver sash. His heart could bounce out at any moment.* \n\n*Why... Does every encounter escalate so quickly? He is quite sure he don't have special pheromones.* \n\n\"Uhm...\" *\"Really?\" Was the next thing he wanted to say. In his eyes, there was no way someone as attractive as Hu Lang would've found no one, but who is he to guess at a maiden's heart?*\n\n*She... Doesn't seems like a maiden right now though.* \n\n*He stood up and turned toward her, wrapping one arm around her her head. Then he pressed one of her ear against his chest, with his other hand rubbing her earfluff with his thumb. His heartbeat was fast.*" }, { "author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang", "message": "*Sirdan can see Hu Lang's tail wagging at lightning speeds behind her. The oriate lets out what seems like a moan as the elf rubs her ear. She could hear him; his heart rate was fast. Tian presses her own chest against him, so he could feel her heart beat with his.*\n\n\"I know that I don't have a bust like the others. But I hope this can make up for it.\"\n\n*The silver robe is let loose, and Hu Lang lets it slide off her slim figure. She wraps a hand around the elf's neck, bringing him close to her.*\n\n\"Kiss me, Sirdan.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan looked anxious. He remembered a moment just like this - where he refused the temptation and went for a boring negotiation, disappointing the girl in question and leading to quite a lot of misunderstanding.* \n\n*He leaned against her, putting one hand on her tail, brushing against her fluffy tail. Then he grabbed her hand, brushing her hair gently. The mood in the room was intoxicating, and he couldn't care less about Hu Lang's bust size right now* \n\n\"You're anxious, sweetheart.\" \n\n*He pulled her back near the door, and then sweeped one of the chair toward it, using it as an improvised barricade. Then he brought her along to a corner of the room, away from any prying eyes. He pressed her against the wall, then lowered himself, planting his soft lips on hers.* \n\n\"You like it?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang", "message": "*The oriate was in utter bliss. Her first time with a man, a lover. Hu Lang looked towards the elf who had given her the best time of her life. As Sirdan patted her ears, her blue and gold eyes opened, and Tian moved over to kiss the man beside her.*\n\n\"It's the best I've ever felt. Thank you for making me feel this way. You have no idea how long I've been looking for this. You can stay as long as you like.\"\n\n*Her tail wags rapidly behind her.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan presented his cheek, smiling gleefully when the oriate's lips landed on his cheek.* \n\n\"More please.\" *He presented his cheek again, waiting for more kisses. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. Nothing will replicate the feeling of his first love, but this will do... He can't help but feel a bit guilty. Why is he thinking about **Her**, when he already have multiple women in his arms?* \n\n\"Of course~ I think my...\" *Sirdan paused, struggling for a word,*\"Housemates would be a bit worried if I didn't come back. But I can stay here until evening.\" \n\n*He nuzzled his own cheek against her.*\n\n\"Don't mind me, I just really like this..\"" }, { "author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang", "message": "*The oriate soon began to kiss Sirdan all over, eventually making her way to his lips. She didn't care about the other women; as long as he was in this place, he was __hers__.*\n\n\"Well, shame we can't cuddle for the whole day. How do you think the others feel about competition?\"\n\n*Hu Lang snuggles with the elf some more. She hugged him back, closely, holding him close to her chest.*\n\n\"Maybe a little more fun, and a meal?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The elf laid down on the bed, letting out a sigh and relaxing, focused on the sensation of her kisses, until her kiss reached his lips. Then he grabbed her head, kissing her back. It was enjoyable - how much Tian Hua loved him overtly.*\n\n\"Mmm... I don't know, my fiancee don't seems totally on board with the open relationship thing, but she seems conductive.\" \n\n*He cuddled her back, pressing his ear against her chest to listen to her heartbeat, and then turned toward the food.* \n\n\"Mm... Let's recharge first.\" \n\n*He didn't want to bring up the specific topic of the food on the table, but it felt wrong to leave them there.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Hmm... I have quite a bit of story to tell. But I don't think my homeland's cooking will intrigue you. You seems to be proficient in it, after all.\" \n\n*Sirdan tried to think up of a good story to tell, and thought of the rather traumatic story of the temple. That would be too much - and what he did is too much to confess. How about an old story?*\n\n*Sirdan wrapped his own arm around hers, tugging her in closer.*\n\n\"If you're grateful, repay me by making me... Very happy.\" *He cleared his throat,*\"Anyway. This was from before I entered the guild of New Sunlight. Before that, I used to be associated with a guild of monster hunters. We had to deal with a very large beast - one that resembled a much less tough hydra. I think it was a strange mutation - but the pay was good.\"\n\n\"Back then, I had a few friends in the guild. One of them was a mutant of some sort - He called himself a Lycan... Crab? Massive pincer on one of his hand. Another was an Ardent - with wings, but he cannot fly. He was great at falling from great height though. We formed a team because they were paying almost three thousand silver a pop - and there was three other person I remembered..\" \n\n\"...Think one was another Ardent - quite pretty lass, big black wings and all. And then other two... Honestly I forgot. Probably because they were useless or didn't uh, have something happen to them.\"\n\n\"And me, in my characteristic fashion, ponied up three hundred silver to buy a draft horse, and then an entire cart while at it, and then I tugged my cart horse with my war horse. And I bought multiple lances, pots of quick lime, slings, rope, ammunition, tar and pitch, everything I could get my hand on - I brought to fight the demi-hydra. It was a dangerous opponent after all.\" \n\n\"The fight began after we baited it to a nearby cliff with animals, and I surrounded it on my horse, shooting it with my bow. The bow barely did a number on its flesh, and didn't seem to do much. And then with the useless... Fodders in the team, I attempted to lance it, and wounded it slightly. But even the longest, strongest couched lance I had could not bring it down.\" *He paused, recalling the terror of charging a demi hydra on horse and lancing it.*\n\n\"Then, I saw Mr.Crab in front of the hydra. And then he said,'I'm going for its uvula'. And thus he jumped up with a sword and leaped into the beast's mouth, and attempted to grab onto something - it was dark, but I could see him try to grab at the roof of its mouth. He missed.\" \n\n\"Our entire party was in horror when he got swallowed up. And I lanced the thing again, slinging quicklime pot and fire blasts at it from horse. My friend finished him - when he walked up one of the nearby cliff, and did a leap of faith with a lance. He somehow survived the fall, and the lance went straight into its brain, killing the beast.\" \n\n\"I butchered the thing, claimed my bounty and buried what's left of Mister Crab. It was quite sad... But I barely knew him. It took only weeks before the sushi joke started propping up in the guild, though.\" \n\n*Sirdan grabbed Hu Lang's hands, putting them together, rubbing the top,*\"You have such soft and delicate hands, Hu Lang. Now that I think of it, it would be nice to travel around in a wagon, experiencing the world, would it not?\"" }, { "author": "'Tian Hua' Hu Lang", "message": "\"A Demi-hydra? So brave and strong.\"\n\n*Hu Lang leaned back, rubbing her head against Sirdan's chest. Her face goes from interest to intrigue, then to horror and shock as Sirdan describes the man jumping into the beast's throat.*\n\n\"That was... Stupid. Taking down such a thing can't be easy, even with that much firepower.\"\n\n*Tian's ears perk up, then flatten.*\n\n\"I would love to... But I don't know if I can leave this place. When I first bought this place, it was small. Through my work I developed it, grew it to the amazing restaurant it is now. I don't think I can trust others to take care of it while I'm gone. Maybe one day, if the Oni you talked about is talented, one day I can make her the my apprentice. Have her be able to run this place on her own.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*\"So brave and strong\"* \n\n\"You are flattering me, my dear.\" *He reached for Hu Lang's head, lifting it up so he could stare into her eyes. It was striking, and he felt his heart warm up from her words. He placed his hand to his chest, feeling his heartbeat raise.* \n\n\"Can you... Praise me more?\" *He confessed, listening to what she had to say next, while idly stroking her ears.* \n\n\"It is a shame. I am sure you and I would have a lot of fun travelling together. A nomadic life for a few months, perhaps going around solving local's problems. It is like some of those legendary knight's quests from tale.\" *Sirdan said, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, remembering the tale of questing knight. It was classical - a knight who go around journeying until he win the lady's hand.* \n\n\"Perhaps your apprentice - or summon could take care of it one day. I should introduce her to you.\" *He squeezed Hu Lang's stomach gently, wondering if there's room for a cook in a knight's questing party,*\"But instead of going on a quest - how about we head over to the commercial district and go to a massage club there? I'd invite you to the spring in Prasia, but it is a bit far away, and I am sure that'll worry you a lot.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Boreas reached out to his ropes, pulling one a fine map from his pockets, he skimmed through the map before giving the map to her*\"Irunia is near the far edges of the known world, but it's rather learned and serene place, that is what my dad told me, i never had the chance of seeing it by myself, as for Kadho, yeah, it's rather close from here, southern of Salvania, i used a horse to go here, though i did took some detours to some states, like Mentia, Hombaxia and Ie!\" *He took another munch and sip before relaxing himself in the chair, he gives her a few moment to proess the information before shooting a counter-question* \"So - tell me about yourself!\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna gazed at the map as he pointed out the different places he's been to, coming to realize that Kadho wasn't so far from here. Perhaps she should try visiting it to take a trip away from Salvania and explore more. When he suddenly asked her to tell him about herself. Juna's gaze shot back up towards him as she tried to think of something to say.*\"Well... I'm Juna... And... I'm... Just a huntress really...\"*She'd explain, mostly at a loss for what to say about herself, though that description alone would just about sum it up in her eyes. After traveling to Salvania she had mostly lingered between forests and towns, sometimes hunting and sometimes taking jobs to help people out. Though beyond that, she didn't see anything else she could say to him.*\"And... Well the Jackal beneath the table is Jace, he's kind of my... Company usually... Though sometimes he doesn't like to listen to me...\"*She'd finish with, deciding she might as well introduce her friend as well.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Boreas nods as he continue to eat his meal, he finished his cup before he stood up and raise his hand, the crowds were dispersing now, and the noise have soothed up a slight, and a short steppe elf approached the table and tilted her head.* \"Heya Boreas! Anything i can help?\" *Boreas raised his cup and the elf exchanged it for another* \"My thanks, Myka\" *The elf smirked* \"Another wine, you sure are tolerant to alcohol!\" *Boreas gestured to the Canifor* \"Well, i think i should introduce a friend, this is Juna, i met her a few weeks ago\" *He laughed, the elf turned her attention to Juna* \"You look pretty hungry, do you want anything to eat dear?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would give a small flick of her tail in acknowledgment to the Elf as Boreas introduced her, allowing him to do most of the talking while she focused on something else for the two to converse. When the Elf asked her if she'd want anything to eat, Juna would eventually say:*\"Just... Some steak... And... Any vegetables on the side would be nice...\"*Jace would look up from under the table, letting out a bark for attention.\"Oh... Right and a small steak for him... And some water for both of us... If... If that's not too much...\"*Juna would say, turning to look over at the short Elf in hopes that she didn't sound so gluttonous with the order.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "'Sure thing!' *Myka would go back to the kitchen, disappearing from both of their eyes, Boreas took a long sip from the wine, he finished his meal and was ready to book in for the night, but he didn't want to leave Juna alone, it's not save to be here, he looked back to Juna* \"Where are you gonna stay for the night, Juna?\" *Boreas sat again in the chair, his robes flowing into the floor, he took the map and slid it back to his pocket, gazing slightly to the tavern surrounding, it's getting late now huh? Time passes quickly in his mind...*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Seeing Myka walk off, Juna would eventually turn her gaze back to Boreas at his question.*\"Oh I'm... Well usually I'll stay in the forest for the night...\"*She'd say. The Canifor was used to traveling back and forth between town and Salvania's forest, finding herself more at home there. However with the time seemingly flying by, maybe she should just pay for a room here rather than walking the open roads at night with all the ambushes that happen.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "*He smiles slinking into the building and adjusting his royal like robes and tapping on his small yet elegant crown* \"Yknow I just now question why I even have this thing. I am not a very ego centric person. Hm maybe I used to do, perhaps if I keep it i can remember?\" *He shrugs as he would sit at a table across from the pig*\n\n\"Please I knock myself enough as it is. I dont think any more unconsensuall sleep is good for my head\" *He smirks as he looks into his book and writes down that you are doing good, and that they both sat down to eat something* \n\n\"So whats the plan? Were in salvainian! I uh, I dont know what this place's export is or what it even does but were here! Its certainly different from mentia.\" *He would order some warm stew and mead from the waiter and wait* \n\n\"Imagine us in the future, me finding out who I am and becoming something greater, a grand adventurer one who developed all kinds of spells and became truly one that everyone remembers and you! You uh....Wait what ARE your goals? Hell I dont think you ever told me! Well even if you dont wanna tell me thats fine, im just glad I have a friend here. Its so lonely inside a library\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well that's obvious.\"*He said about Alek constantly knocking himself out.*\"Soon enough you'll forget you knocked yourself out in the first place and will wake up who knows where. While they sat there, Terrel decided to order a plate of vegetables with small bit of fish for his Furrow to have. He was sure Tzu had built a complete nest in his hair by now with how long he's stayed in there, but nothing much Terrel would do about it so long as he didn't start inviting friends.\n\nTerrel leaned back in his chair while he waited for their food to arrive. He scanned the Tavern with Alek talking to him about what their plan was.*\"We'll probably head back to the coastal regions, see if there's any work there for now.\"*He'd say simply. After going about, grabbing his new set of equipment, he figured himself prepared enough for another mission in the time being.*\"Might want to get any last minute things from the shops around here before we head out though.\"\n\n*As Alek asked Terrel what his goals were, he would respond with:*\"Hopefully just not dying before I learn how to become a proper swordsman.\"*Sure he was the one putting himself at risk every time he went out on a mission to kill people, though his skill in combat remained questionable in his eyes.*" }, { "author": "tiredfroslass", "message": "*He nods as he waits for his food. Quite hungry* \"Man this is taking a while.\" *He says trying to ignore what the visions he keeps getting. Having trouble remembering them there very distant and foggy now. But a few of them are clear, terrible things that he pushes off as his imagination* \n\n\"Uh... Just a question was there ever like... A big courthouse we ever went to together... Or a castle or... I keep dreaming of one in like... This huge tree..\" *Theres one like that in the elven kingdom* \"I think..?\" *He holds his head* \"Oww... Ow... Ok ill stop doing that\" *He says to himself* \"Thinking back on my dreams gives me quite painful headaches. Maybe I just need to get some food in me.\"\n\n\"With all out searching I have yet to find any more clues about who I am or what I did. Im starting to worry I wont like what I find... What if... What if I got rid of my memorys for a... Good reason and I shouldnt go and find them.\" *His tone is dead serious for this part. Wanting an honest response from you*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Trust me if I could help it we'd go nowhere near those kingdoms...\"*He said in a more darkened tone before lightening up once more.*\"Things can tend to get too strict around there, something I try to avoid since I can guarantee it won't end well.\"*Terrel was only half conscious of the time it was taking for the food to arrive, especially with Alek bringing it up. \n\nHe'd silently tap his gloved fingers atop the table in waiting while he listened to Alek talk about how he had yet to figure out who he was or what he did.*\"Well I doubt you'll learn much following a pig around.\"*He'd joke only before Alek began to debate on whether or not he purposely got rid of his memories for good.*\n\n\"Well whether or not you search for them it seems like they're going to keep coming back to you anyways. Maybe it's better to figure it out once and for all rather than having these constant breakdowns.\"*The Elf responded. He himself wasn't completely sure how on board he would be in going on a wild goose chase to find someone's missing memories, but who knows could be a interesting trip just to see where this went. At the very least he can pay him back for healing during the fights.\n\nBy now they had brought out their drinks, a simple glass of water for Terrel as he'd find himself taking a sip from it.*\"Your choice, but I can tell you this, the wanting to know will probably kill you before all the fainting does.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would enter the tavern, smiling with his success. He was in his macen form and was wearing a fine suit that was really formal. Completely the opposite to his usual wear, he would spot the two familiar faces, forgetting they don't even know what his face looks like he went to the two, waving at them.* \"Hey guy's. What's up?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "*Kibaru would enter the tavern, smiling with his success. He was in his macen form and was wearing a fine suit that was really formal. Completely the opposite to his usual wear, he would spot the two familiar faces, forgetting they don't even know what his face looks like he went to the two, waving at them.* \"Hey guy's. What's up?\"\n\n \"Hey terrel have I met this man before?\" *He says getting distracted by the handwave.* \"Anyway lets order im starving... No wait we already orderd right? Yeah we did. Ok good\" *He would sigh as he drinks from his wine. Hardly getting a buzz from it due to being an elf* \"So you really don't like silnaria... Im not sure how in even going to find these lost memeory..\" *He speaks to mostly himself*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel slowly brought a hand to his face in a light facepalm, mostly from exasperation before he'd eventually turn his gaze over to Kibaru. Part of him expected to see a familiar face only to find himself looking at a man in what looked like business attire. Glancing back to Alek, he'd say:*\"Not as far as I know... Just ignore him... Might be trying to sell us something...\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Trying to sell you something, please, I don't try to sell people stuff. I just simply sell it\" *He said looking a bit confused before he saw Terrel's mask and realizing his blunder.* \"Oh, but do forgive me, Name's Kibaru. It seemed like you two might be interesting\"" }, { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "*He eyes the man with suspicion not recognizing or remembering them he would just continue sipping his whine as he waits for stew to arrive* \"Im just an elf trying to find there place in the world nothing special about me\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Name's Terrel.\"*The Elf would say in response to the man.*\"And I doubt you'll find anything of interest despite how you may perceive us.\"*Terrel continues, waving off his reply with simplicity.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well, you may be able to help me on information of how to take care of a wolf\" *He said* \"Oh and we have met before. But your memory isn't exactly what I would call good, now is it?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "*He would look at his pig elfed friend and panic as he starts flipping through his book trying to find were he wrote down were this man was recorded. But he has no idea he dosent recognize him and the description of when they did meet is very different now* \n\n\"Were did you write that down terrel were..\" *Sounds of many pages being turned*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*While Alek was vigorously looking through the book for a memory that wasn't there, Terrel would turn to Kibaru and wonder if his words were meant to spite him. After all, he was a random person that just decided to come up and talk to them. Oddly enough, he was asking for how to care for a wolf, which other than the Hyena lady, Terrel had no clue what he was on about or how he even knew he had wolves to begin with. Nevertheless, Terrel didn't show much care in the thought and would eventually respond to him.*\"I suppose that would depend on how memorable you are. I wouldn't consider myself amnesiac like my fellow Elf here, but with you I just may well be.\"*He rebutted.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Didn't say me and you met, have I. Just don't forget what page you are at\" *He said with a grin. He wanted to play eith Alek some more* \"But I do know of you MR. Pig, or do you prefer boar?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "*Probobly by accident this causes alek to go into a panic as alek writes down quite litterally everything down and especially someone he met he would have written down. So you see him frantically searching only to be calmed down by a wolf that summons itself and jumps on his lap distracting him from his book search* \"I have no idea who you are sir.\" *He says with a spiteful tone. This stranger must be messing with him. And now he views him with mistrust*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Both works.\"*Terrel would respond to Kibaru.*\"Now that we're done with introductions, what do you want?\"*Though his tone didn't carry any malice, it was rather tiring seeing Kibaru and Alek go back and forth in figuring out if they ever met in the first place. With Kibaru messing around with Alek and Alek going back into a panic, Terrel didn't feel like having to put up with it after a long day of traveling.*\"If it's a beguiling mercenary you're looking for, I'd suggest going to the local guild. Might get lucky again.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Oh believe me, I am quite lucky. And Alek, want me to help you find me?\"" }, { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "\"Don't you dare touch this book\" *He snaps it closed and puts it in his bag as the food is served piping hot and then he looks at it* \"Hmm I orderd beef stew? Well I wanted em anyway!\" *He begins eating*\"So were *Mph* Helping this stranger? Can we sleep first?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well in that case you can be on your way then.\"*He'd say in response to Kibaru as their food was finally served. His Furrow would peak out of his hair, quickly taking opportunity in running down his arm and taking a bite from the fish while Terrel ate at the vegetables.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Alek'selvin", "message": "\"Well I want at least one spell that can harm people... But yeah it isint very \"On brand\" For me now is it\" *He says ingoring his remarks about hallucinating in desserts. He hallucinates so much already he probobly wouldn't notice a different*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Want some range or something more for close quarters?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would raise a hidden eyebrow at the man, most likely not expecting someone in a business suit to take much interest in combat, much less magic for that matter. However, the Elf supposed it always returned to that in the end. Turning to Alek, he would say:*\"Well we have until morning, take all night if you need or you can learn on the road.\"*The Pig Elf would wait for their waiter to return before paying them for the food before eventually looking over to Kibaru.*\"What are you anyways, some kind of magic tutor?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "ansari", "message": "```fix\nIn a tavern in Salvainia\n```\nIt is just a regular day for Horace. Nothing wrong will ever happen this day. Probably. \n\nHe would wander into a local tavern for drinks, picking either one of the table or sitting at the bar. Today's crowd looked a bit more... Feistier than usual. It seems there's a large gang of human in the bar itself, congregating for some sort of raucous celebration. \n\nSome of them gave him a glance as he entered, looking at his ears." }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*A fine day for drinking, and a finer one for brawling. Though Horace wouldn't learn of the second part until later in the day. Entering the bar, the elf pays no mind to the crowds of people. His attention set on the bar as he makes his way through, taking a seat on the far corner of the counter.*\n\n\"Mug of ale please.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "Horace sat down on the far corner of the bar, either the one right next to the tap or the one next to the plates. There were a few merry patrons at the bar themselves, talking about their latest adventure. One is a red-faced, burly looking Macen, introducing Horace and the rest of the bar to more ethnic group and racial epithet than one could even hear of. The rest of the counter seems to be awkwardly drinking, silenced by the unexpected boldness. \n\nThe bartender polished one of the bar and poured a mug of ale for Horace, charging him a single copper for the drink,\"Welcome, what's your name?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would chuckle to himself at the Macen's choice of words. There were a few good ones in there he hadn't heard before. Though, as before, the elf did ignore the boldly worded macen. After all, words were words, and it's not like he'd spill his drink or somethin'...*\n\n*The elf nods, placing a coin down for the tender and taking his drink. He raises an eyebrow at the bartender's question though, looking up from his drink.*\n\"My name? Awfully interested for a bartender ain't ya?\" \n\n*Asked the thief, his intent on not answering clear to the tender.*\n\"Thanks for the drink.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Need something to mark you down by if you want to pay on the slate\" *On the slate was the names of several customer and a slate for the entire group over there.*\n\nThe bartender went back to preparing the drinks for the other, and then turned to the kitchen,\"Is the chicken done yet? The customers are getting rowdy!\" \n\n*It is at this moment the burly man stood up and walked up to Horace, trying to pinch his ears.* \n\n\"Oi! You little elf prick, what's with that funny smug face of yours, eh? You lookin' to start trouble?\" *Said the man who was starting trouble, right now.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*It seemed the elf wouldn't be able to enjoy his drink tonight, as after taking just a sip he was already being bothered. He looks up at the macen who seemed to be reaching for him, smacking away his hands easily.*\n\n\"The hell- Back off shitter, trying to drink here!\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SHITTER, YOU ELVEN TWAT!\"\n\n*The man loudly proclaimed, making multiple men in the tavern turning around and standing at attention. Looks like he isn't the only racist here! Or maybe they're just curious. Who know.*\n\n\"Hey hey, you two, take it outside! I'll keep your drink for you, OK, whichever of you come back standing, just please DON'T fight in the bar.\" \n\n*It is at this point that someone who is observent would've noticed that the stools were bolted to the ground.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*The elf only rolls his eyes in response, sighing as the bartender yells out. He stands, motioning to head out the door before doing so himself. He didn't wanna fight, but it wouldn't take long. His beer better still be there though.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The bartender let out a sigh of relief. The burly man beat his own chest proudly, as he walked out the bar with him.* \n\n\"You bet I'll be the only one coming back standing, you tiny elven twat!\" \n\n*For some reason, keen observer would've noticed that Horace was in fact, taller than this burly man. Though he has quite a bit of horizontal growth.*\n\n*The burly man readied his fists and prepared to punch Horace. For multiple reason, he would've got the feeling this would've been an... Exceedingly easy fight.* \n\n```fix\nBrawl Start - Round 1, PC Act First\n```" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "HP: 39/39\nTempo: 0 / ~\nFocus: 6 / 6\n\nMovement:\nAttack 1: |14|11|\nAttack 2: |20|5|" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "The elf swiftly blocks the punch with his right hand, delivering two blows to the Macen's stomach with his left. One in the gut and the second to the head" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "The peasant make two punches. The first one is blocked swiftly, the second one is so wild off the mark it didn't hit. \n\n\n\n\nThe first punch was sent straight into his solar plexus, making him let out a gurgling scream that could be heard inside the tavern. \n\nThe second one landed right on his head, and the man dropped down the second after on the floor, unconscious. \n\nOne of the observer went,\"There goes Marcus.\" \n\nNow Horace can return to the bar. What is the worst that could happen?\n\n```\nHorace gain 2 Tempo but lose it anyway as there won't be a fight immediately following this one... Not that he know. \n```" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace sighs, shaking his head at the waste of a man.*\n\"Could of just sat there and enjoyed your drinks...\"\n\n*The elf soon steps over his corpse, entering the bar once more alone.*\n\n\"Bartender! 'Nother beer please, gonna need two after that...\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"That was quick.\" One of the patron commented. The bartender poured another ale for him, this time on the house. \n\n\"This one's on the house for you.\" *Horace could hear quite some whispering below, and it seems a group of some sort of forming behind him, considering of several really fit men, they are whispering something.*\n\nHorace would listen in to what they were talking about, while reading their facial expressions. It seems the people there are itching for a fight after seeing Marcus get beat. An unarmed one. Also, judging by the fact several of them are carrying weapons, looks like they probably are not well trained in the art of unarmed fighting. \n\nSoon, one of them would approach Horace. \n\n\"Hey, me and my lads are itching for a fight. Looked like you knocked out Marcus, fancy a fight outside?\" \n\nThe bartender raised his hand.\n\n\"You know we got the basement for that right? You keep doing that and the entire Imperial Guard is going to crash down into the tavern.\" \n\n\"Basement it is.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"I've really got no reason to. Unless you wanna wager something, go fight with each other down there you loons.\"\n\n*The elf is surprisingly able to enjoy his drink for a little longer, taking it and sipping i down till its empty. An uninterested look as his eyes glance from each of them, observing their weapons.*\n\"Hm-... I'll fight you all if you pay for my drinks after i win. It's really the least you could do, having disturbed my drinkin' twice and all..\"" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Bargaining, pay me now" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"You heard that? He's asking for a fight club fight!\" *The bartender laughed.* \n\n\"Fight at the basement! Bet's open! House's taking a tenth, winner's taking a quarter of bet!\" \n\n*The bar erupted into an uproar. Now the bartender stared at Horace, trying to peer pressure him into the fight club.* \n\n\"So, you won't turn this down, right?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*The elf seems abit surprised at the commotion before him, his intent to discourage them backfiring. Well, at least he had some motivation... The elf sighs, standing up and glancing at his second beer. Quickly snatching it from the table and downing it in a second.*\n\"I can't stop now, can i? Let's go you crazy asses.\"\n\n*The thief says, putting the cup down with a thump and grinning back at the bartender.*\n\"Hope you're ready to clean up after us, it'll be one hell of a mess after.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Don't worry, the club's designed for this.\" \n\n*The group would lead down to the basement. It seems a few dozens men are already throwing down bets, and one of them is already taking.* \n\n\"Alright, I'm betting you won't last - but you will fight three of our youngest lad, and if you win that, you fight the tough guy here\" *He said, pumping his fist against the chest of a particularly strong looking man*\n\n\"And if you win that too, you fight me.\" *He cracked his knuckles.* \n\n\"Enter the ring\" \n\nThe ring is around 6 x 6 m in diameter, and they would be surrounded by observer. There isn't much room for moving - plenty of room for tackling, grappling and selecting targets. \n\n\"You ready?\" \n\nThe burly man ordered three of the fit looking young man forward, who kept on their gambeson, entering the ring. They readied their fists. \n\n\"Put your bet now! The tall elf or the three lads! Take your bet now! Fight start in 60 seconds!\" \n\n```fix\nRound 1 AP - PC \n```\nThe three gangsters took their position. All four of them would be in striking position against eachother.\n\nG1:?\nG2:?\nG3:?" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "HP: 39/39\nTempo: 0 / ~\nFocus: 6 / 6\n\nMovement:\nAttack 1: 18|5\nAttack 2: 18|11" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "Horace was readier than he'd ever be, sliding into a boxer like position. He steps in close to the grunt on his left, throwing a quick left jab at his face and then launching a more powerful right hook into his gut" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```\nRound 1 AR\n```\nThe three men, in their arrogance, chose not to have one or two of them try to tackle Horace, instead all going for striking him from various sides. They approached him to attack him, only for Horace to dodge two of them's attack with a nimble sidestep. The man to the left wouild've scored two solid hit, if Horace didn't move in and punch the fuck out of him first, twice in a row, staggering him. \n\nThe third one scored two hits on Horace, but Horace's iron body means he reeled back from the punch, hurt more than the defender themselves, with no visible effect on Horace.\n\nDefensive Roll: 5 \nAttacks: 5, 24, 16, 15, 14, 12 | 5 \n\nG1 - 5 / 21\nG2, G3 - Full. \n\n```\nRound 2 Reaction\n```\nHorace may use **Riposte** As all six of them missed their attacks." }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "HP: 39/39\nTempo: 2-1/ ~\nFocus: 6 / 6\n\nMovement: \nAttack 1: Riposte - 33|12\nAttack 2:" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "Horace seems to instantly retaliate as the third connects a blow, his left foot shooting out and hitting the gangster square in the gut." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "As the first henchman miss a hit, Horace scored a perfect coutnerattack on them, stunning him with the strike and sending him back in the arena. \n\nHe drop on the ground with a thud, unconscious and foaming at his mouth. \n\n\"Well, shit.\" *The tough leader mumbled, as the other two looked at eachother then Horace uncertainly.*\n\nHorace gains +1 Tempo. \n\nG2 and G3 is still up\n\n```\nRound 2 Action - PC\n```" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "HP: 39/39\nTempo: 2-1/ ~\nFocus: 6 / 6\n\nMovement: \nAttack 1: 10|6\nAttack 2: 11|8" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "Horace can't help himself but smile, watching as the two look between themselves. A bit of fancy foot work and punches in the air as if to intimidate them. \n\nHe then rushes forward once more, planting two punches into G2's gut, one after another." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```R2 Action - NPC```\nThe two remaining henchman would defend themselves, and attempt to counterattack him and grapple Horace.\n\n\nAtks: 9, 23 | 5\nGrapples: 21, 15\n\n**R2 AR**\nThe two punches Horace sent their way would've missed, with both of them parried to the sides. \n\nThe henchmen attempted to punch him, with one missing wildly as Horace weaved out of the way, and the second one landing on Horace, only to be mitigated by his skillful parry that turned the punch ineffective. \n\nThe two tried to tackle and pin down Horace, but Horace nimbly threw G2 off, resetting their position. G1 however, manage to tackle him and grapple him. \n\n **Horace and G1 now have 1 defensive and offensive malus, requiring them to reroll their defensive rolls.**\n\n**Round 2 Reaction Phase**\nHorace may use **Riposte** As they've missed attacks.\nHorace may use **Opportunity Attack** As they've attempted to grapple him.\n\n**G1 Defensive Roll: -1**" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "HP: 39/39\nTempo: 1-0 / ~\nFocus: 6 / 6\n\nMovement: \nAttack 1: Riposte! - 16|10\nAttack 2:" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "Horace grunts as he's tackles down to the floor, but wastes no time in a counter attack. Bringing his knee up and into G1s crotch." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "**Round 2 RR** \nHorace score a rock solid knee into G1's crotch for a **Critical hit!**, sending him reeling back in pain. His grapple is still pretty solid, however. The observers are looking pretty darn uneasy now. Particularly the leader of the knight.\n\nG2 - 9 / 21 - Grappling Horace\nG3 - 21 / 21\n\n**Round 3 AR**" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "HP: 39/39\nTempo: 1 / ~\nFocus: 6 / 6\n\nMovement: \nAttack 1: 8|5\nAttack 2: 21|11" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "Horace frowns as his initial knee didn't seem to force G2 off him. The barrage continuing as Horace sends an upper cut up, following the reeling boys head. A second attack, almost seeming like over kill delivered to his crotch once more" } ]

[ { "author": "com.co", "message": "HP: 39/39\nTempo: 3-1 / ~\nFocus: 6 / 6\nDefense: 15 (8) \nMovement: \n\nAttack 2:" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "Horace, as slick and dexterous as ever, manages to Parry the first punch thrown at him to the side before finishing G2. Then there was the kick, as Horace uses the fainted man's body for his own good, a human shield." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "**Round 3 RR** \nHorace is no longer **Grappled** As his grappler is incapacitated. \n\n**Round 4 AP PC** \nIt looks like that the last enemy is... Pretty iffy about the whole thing. The fight's result now looked pre-determined, and G3 looks very unsteady. \n\nOne of the guy on the side cracked his knuckles, looking pretty uneasy and ready to join the fight. As he stepped forward, the leader of the gang stopped him with his arm. \n\n\"I'll join next.\" \n\nAlready, they are taking bets for the next fight. \n\nIt is Horace's turn versus one last poor sod." }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Straight to the boss, no mini required" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*The elf seemed ready for his next move, the fellow on top of him to be used as ammo against the other. Though it didn't seem necessary, as G3 backs down and the boss takes the stage.*\n\n*He chuckles lightly, pushing G2 off him and pushing the corpse off the ring.*\n\"Alright then, straight the the head. Saves me some trouble...\"\n\n*Horace stretching lightly, warming up before the other enters the ring.*\n\"Come on then, my beers getting warm!\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "**Round 4 AP GM**\nThe guardman walked into the room, rolled his shoulders and cracking them. \n\n\"You'll fight me next\" \n\n***\"Wooo! He's entering the ring!\"*** The bets started to be placed rapidly as he readied his stance. \n\n**Round 4 RP skipped**\n\n\n**Round 5 AP PC** \n**Horace starts with 5 tempo from hits scored on previous round**\nHis opponent readied himself. He is wearing a gambeson. It's time for Horace to strike." }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "HP: 39/39\nTempo: 5-4 / ~\nFocus: 6 / 6\nDefense: 15 (8) \nMovement: \nAttack 1: 24|7|6 Flurry of Blows\nAttack 2: 20|9" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "The elf would come out swinging as the round begins, his first strike hard and fast. A right hook swinging up and slamming the boss in the jaw. As well as a quick lower jab into his stomach for good measure." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "The leader pumped his fists and took a deep breath, feeling his perception of time slowing. He eyes his opponent carefully, then moved in aggressively to land two punch. One of them crossed the path of Horace's fist, landing square in his jaw as he got slugged in the face. The other jab was parried nimbly by his hand. \n\nThe leader reeled back from the impact, ready to counterstrike Horace for exposing himself. But so is Horace ready to do the same.\n\nDef: 21\nAtks:\n16, 11" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "HP: 33/39\nTempo: 4-3 / ~\nFocus: 6 / 6\nDefense: 15 (8) \nMovement: \nAttack 1: 23|11 Riposte\nAttack 2:" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "Horace grunts as he's hit, the two stumbling back from each other. It seemed they were equally matched, both moving to Riposte each other's opening." }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "HP: 27/39\nTempo: 4 / ~\nFocus: 6 / 6\nDefense: 15 (8) \nMovement: \nAttack 1: 10|10\nAttack 2: 13|11" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "Horace, although landing a much more powerful hit was damaged all the same. Stumbling back a moment before attempting to quickly recover. Quickly rushing in for another two attacks, punching at the guard" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "HP: 27/39\nTempo: 4 / ~\nFocus: 6 / 6\nDefense: 15 (8) \nMovement: \nAttack 1: Parry/Evade! \nAttack 2:" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "The elf, though not untouchable was still well in the game. The man's movements seeming to slow as he throws and uppercut Horace's way. The elf would quickly duck back against the fist, letting it hit the air entierly" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "As Horace managed to dodge the two attacks, the man quickly followed with a low punch to the groin with the other hand. However, Horace bent his hip just in time to avoid the hit to his balls, resetting the two's position back into a neutral stance. Another round of combat was on.\n\n```\nRiposte: 13 - Miss!\n```\n\n```fix\nRound 7 AP\n```" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "Horace, regaining his natural stance couldn't help but huff loudly. Staring back at the man before him, who seemed to be in much worse a state than Horace could ever be. \n\nThe elf smiles back at him, panting heavily as he took a few seconds to recover.\n\"Well, you're doing pretty well for one old man. Care to throw in the towel, or do you want to end the night unconscious?\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The bossman backed off, looking at him as he wiped off the blood from his face.* \n\n\"Cocky, ain't ya.\" \n\n*He said with a tone of bitterness, and looked at him, then at the unconscious men on the floor.*\n\n\"...Fine, you win.\" *He threw up his hands, and crowd erupted in cheers - except for those who bet on the bossman instead of the tall elf - which is most of them.* \n\n*Soon, Horace would find himself grappled by dozens of the men who betted on him, and he has accidentally made rich.* \n\n*After being thrown in the air numerous time, Horace would either find a way out or to escape, and returned to the familiar looking bartender.* \n\n\"Congratulations, here's your take.\" \n\n*He lined up the silver coins - a grand total of 2600 SP worth.* \n\n\n```fix\nQuest Complete - Fight Club - 40 XP, 2600 SP Gained!\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "*Work as a merchant was never an easy job. Managing wares, talking to customers, haggling for prices and making sure that in the end - what you're doing is gathering a profit. For Bella - a lady with many a year of experience under her sword belt - she found it uplifting and entertaining. In her eyes, it was just an nice excuse to talk to somebody new, aside from being something that was otherwise a sustainable business for her.*\n\n*However, following her recent decision to adventure out into the open world, things were a little different. No matter her experience in the bustling mercantile region of Kadho, she felt lost, all over the place. It was a day where she had gathered a small gain of wealth from her apothecarial goods, but it wasn't anything huge, just a little over what was needed for her to get her by back home.* \n\n*But as the sun was starting to set once more, Bella knew that her time to pack up and leave had started. Grabbing the rest of her equipment, she quickly packed up before she headed over to the tavern, visibly stepping through the door and into the comfortable environment bustling with chatter and the smell of ale with an optimistic spring in her step. Things would be better tomorrow... Right?*" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "*Bella sees a large man sitting at the bar, a scar over one eye, hair black and eyes grey. He gulps down an entire mug of ale and asks the barkeep for another. He looks as if he has been crying and yet he somehow still gives off an intimidating aura.* \"And so I told him, you should of *Hic* Gone back home\". *He seems to be talking to himself. He looks as if he is on the verge of tears again and the patrons of the tavern seem to keep away*" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "*Immediately upon witnessing the large and imposing figure, a cautious look peppered Bella's otherwise plain and soft face. The tavern was never a place she truly was comfortable in, if only because of potential of seedy and shady faces who could otherwise hurt her. On one hand, Bella knew that it was good to be safe rather than sorry, but the man sitting down to himself frightening everybody else didn't seem to help with business. She let out a sigh.*\n\n\"Bella... I do hope you know what you're doing.\" *She quietly said to herself before the sound of her heels grew louder towards Marcus, as she glided over to the nearby seat - as tall as Bella was, she still didn't hold a candle in comparison to Marcus' size - before she took a seat.*\n\n\"Uhm, excuse me, is everything ok, sir...?\"" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "*He turns to look at you* \"Wsh yoush doing here?\" *He is swaying a bit back and forth* \"You knowish I have a couple of sisters that look just like you\" *He takes another chug of beer* \"I used to have a beautiful mother and father...\" *He turns extremely red* \"Then that bastard *Hic* Killed him! Goddamn nobles soon killed him! Couldsh not even do it *Hic* Like a man, killed him in his sleep because he 'couldn't take orders from a commoner'.\" *He starts crying* \"Then my mother died when doing magic cause she could not keep her concentration with her grief!\" *He takes another swig of beer*. \"I will get that slimy bastard and cut him in half with this baby\" *He takes a drunken swing of his halbard which causes patrons to back away even more* \"I will get him *Hic* Back\". *He turns back to you and smiles, immediately his mood shifts into one of happiness.* \"So, what brings you here? I bet you have a great story to share\" *Given Bella's apothecary knowledge, she can sense that Marcus is about to puke all over her if she does not do something to either help with his drunkenness or get out of the way*" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "*Wow, talk about being open to someone. Bella was somebody who knew all too well about how powerful alcohol could be, which only became the reason why she was against consuming it. But seeing how it'd ravage another was definitely a little harrowing, so much so that the smell even caused Bella to shift in her seat a little, just so she could keep herself at a 'safer' distance from the man before her. But as soon as he swung his halberd - it was more than enough to show a visibly frightened expression on Bella, beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead... She had to soothe the savage 'beast' somehow.*\n\n\"Nothing too exciting, at least for today...\" *She'd respond, her voice revealing honesty but a little bit of distress.* \"My work has been enjoyable, to say the least. I've only been travelling for several weeks, but taking my business with me has been quite uplifting.\" *Trying to smile, she extended a hand towards Marcus, a little worried for what was likely to happen next.*\n\n\"I am Bella Gladstone, proprietor of the Gladstone Apothecary in Kadho and a travelling adventurer... And, uhm, who are you, Sir?\"" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "*He almost pukes on you before noticing a bucket and puking into that, he composes himself a bit, no longer swaying as much as before before reaching out a hand* \"Marcus Rommel, Mercenary Officer for the Ranger band. By any chance I see you have a couple of items in your satchel. Do you have anything to deal with *Hic*... This\" *He points to the alcohol then himself*" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "*Almost immediately at the thought of fixing Marcus' troubles with alcohol (at the very least, temporarily), Bella seemed to know what came to mind. A few nights she had witnessed her older sister testing and sampling alcoholic beverages for her various alchemical tests, and there was always something that made her feel better. She looked down towards one of her bags, before she opened it, revealing several vials alongside a neatly organized bunch of herbs picked straight from the forests.*\n\n\"It's a pleasure to meet you, Marcus. So, I have an idea on how to help you, but it'll involve me brewing some powerful herbal tea... The strong smell and the bitter taste should bring your senses back to reality, is this ok for you?\"" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "\"You think I can drink this crap, *He holds up a mug with only a few drops of alcohol left* And care what taste this tea has? Give me your best shot\" *He waits expectingly*" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "*Bella made note of Marcus' challenge of sorts. She certainly was no brewer of strong drinks, but her herbal tea was an exception - and a strong hangover cure. Smiling pleasantly, she removed herself from her seat before she bowed her head towards Marcus.* \"I'll do just that then.\"\n\n*And with that, she'd get to work, from asking the tavern vendor for an empty mug, filling it with water, heating it up to a comfortable temperature thanks to the help of a nearby practitioner of Fire Magic, and then mixing the appropriate herbal ingredients to the remedy. Things such as this were just a part of her element as an apothecarist, and barely anyone wished to oppose her. If she was trying to fix the issue at hand with Marcus scaring the customers, then she was more than welcome to make something to sober the terrifying alcoholic up, especially since she had the courage to talk to him to begin with.*\n\n*Soon, an intoxicating smell filled the air around Bella as she moved the brewed mug of tea over to Marcus gently, before placing her own hands on her lap.*\n\"Here we go, sir. Enjoy!\"" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "*He takes it down in one gulp, he does not do anything initially. After a few seconds, he pops up like something hit him and runs to outside the tavern while yelling. He dunks his head in the horse trough and then lifts his head out, his whole face soaked. He steadies himself before reentering the tavern. The tea worked, he no longer looked drunk but he did look like he just woke up from a very bad nap.* \"You were not lying about the strength of that\" *He says to Bella while taking a seat next to her again* \"Mhmm, I really should drink less\" *The bartender offers him another drink but Marcus pushes it away* \"I apologize for my behavior earlier, it was uncouth of me and frankly unbecoming of what I strive to live up to as a mercenary officer. I have just had... A very complicated history that I need to control my emotions around. Pardon me but I heard you were a properwhat of something apothecary in Kadho and an adventurer?\"" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "*Bella couldn't help herself but to pleasantly giggle at Marcus' sudden reaction as the strength of the herbal tea overtook his alcohol-infused mind and woke him up with ten times the ferocity of any alarm clock. Nothing really did seem to beat the Gladstone formula, it seemed! But as Marcus was recovering from such an event, Bella seemed to be pleasantly enjoying herself as she placed herself back on her seat, glad to be rid of the smell of nearby alcohol and vomit.*\n\n*As Marcus sat back down, she couldn't help herself but to smile in response.* \"You're forgiven, sir. I wished that I didn't had to interfere... It's not often that I have to... Uhm, pit myself against a warrior such as yourself, but I'm glad that it was on these terms where everyone is happy in the end.\" *Breathing a sigh of relief, she cleared her throat with a soft 'Ahem.' before she looked back up to Marcus.* \"You are correct though, I own a family apothecary in Kadho, and I am currently adventuring. I'm glad that you remembered!\"" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "\"Mhmm, that is indeed interesting, what type of adventure are you looking for? I know many young people who have died looking for 'adventure'\"" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "\"I am well aware that many have died as a result of such adventures but...\" *Bella suddenly let out a sigh, shaking her head.* \"I to be honest, do not have an idea on what I could do. After a recent venture into the forest, I've been met with plenty of thoughts on what I could be doing as an adventurer... But nothing sadly comes to mind.\"\n\n*Slowly, she'd lower her head down, looking at the palms of her hands set onto the table.* \"I do not wish to go in recklessly, charging into battle like a fool without nothing bold to fight for... But it does limit my options.\"" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "\"Indeed, indeed. Take it slow and carefully, you cannot be too careful.\" *He longingly looks towards nothingness* \"You could probably start a business with these skills of yours. Why did you choose adventure over settling down?\"" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "\"Well... The thing is, before I set off into the world, I was settling down.\" *Bella replied as she seemed to stare blankly into the empty void of nothingness as well.* \"I lived my life in comfort prior to me finding myself here. I was just a merchant, and I still am... But as to *Why* I've made such a decision, it's for the sake of my sister... I want to do something that will make her proud. She, much like you, is a known mercenary, however her talents lean more towards alchemical creations, poisons and swordplay. It's what made her so effective both as a combatant and as a joint owner of the Gladstone Apothecary.\"" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "*When you mention poison his face darkens, he refrains from making a negative comment about your sister, although he probably would of said it if he was still drunk.* \"Mhmm, interesting. I wonder what a combatant is doing at an Apothecary.\" *He looks really serious for a second* \"By any chance does it manufacture poisons for nobility?\" *He starts thinking of the mysterious poison the noblemen used on his father*" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "*In spite of the tone of voice Marcus spoke in, Bella had gently shook her head.* \"I'm afraid not, we're not necessarily the type of Apothecary that is in purposeful affiliations towards towards the government. As much as we are appreciated by some merchants back home in Khado, we're not under the iron grip of nobility. We do manufacture poisons, but if we were to do something with nobles, it'd merely be in the realm of business rather than a full partnership.\"" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "*He looks at you even more suspiciously, thinking that your sister may have done something with his fathers death* \"May I ask the age of your sister?\" *He looks at you with a piercing glare*" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "*Bella took a deep breath. She maintained her composure. And then she answered.* \"My sister, Jasmine Gladstone, is twenty-nine, only a few years older than myself.\" *Whatever this man was insisting, she was hoping that it wasn't as horrible as it would turn out...*" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "\"When did she start her role as a sellsword and poisonmaster?\"" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "\"As young as eighteen - the time of when she inherited the Apothecary. As for myself, I would work alongside her three years later, but studying and learning under her and the rest of my family about managing a business. Later on, she became a mercenary as a way to test out her poisons against worthy foes, but never towards anyone undeserving...\"" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "\"Noblemen tend to write history, and they are tricky with their words. Look, I do not believe you or your sister was directly involved, but I am trying to find evidence of where he sourced the poison. Any advice in this would be greatly appreciated. Your sister sounds like an interesting women, I would like to meet her someday. Now, are you a mercenary as well?\"" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "*Bella once more would shake her head in response.* \"Sadly, I am not a capable fighter. All I am is just a merchant with a bit of knowledge in Nature magic... Jasmine Gladstone is the one who has more alchemical skills, both theoretically, and in combat. I just managed the business...\"" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "\"What brings you into Salvainia Bella? Some sort of business venture? I know of a lot of potential business opportunities in the empire. Unfortunately many of the roads are still infested with bandits\"" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "\"So I've heard! But I'm here to find an answer... Well, not any tangible answer, more of something I could do as an adventurer. I've been wandering about aimlessly in search for *Something*, but alas... I have yet to discover something that could further my goal. My own place in the world as an adventurer, per say.\"" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "\"I would offer you a place as a mage in my mercenary band, but it seems like you are trying to find something else. I really do not know how I could help you in this endeavor. Perhaps you need to do something you are not accustomed to. Perhaps you should consult your sister or participate in activities that you have never done before. In any which way I wish you the best of luck in what you are trying to find\"" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "\"Likewise for you, Marcus.\" *Bella said with a hint of cheer to her voice as she extended her hand outwards towards the mighty warrior sitting beside her.* \"I apologize if I was perhaps creating suspicion thanks to my background, but I do not intend to hurt others unless truly necessary. Being a part of a mercenary band just doesn't feel like something that I would be accustomed towards... Besides, my experience in combat is relatively minimal, whether with magic or with a weapon.\"" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "*Shakes her hand back* \"Well, you can never be too prepared in this world. You should at least consult your sister so you know how to defend yourself or flee while traveling. I hope that we may meet again, your story and background has intrigued me. Perhaps I can meet your sister one day as well. Also, between you and me, try to keep the stuff I said when... Intoxicated to yourself if you can.\" *He looks a little embarrassed*" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "\"I do hope so too, but I would rather that it is on good terms, Marcus.\" *Bella responded in question towards her sister - both in seeing her again, and for perhaps to introduce her to her new friend.* \"As much as I understand that you may be having your own issues, I would rather that you two will meet as friends, and **Not** As two people who will duke it out to the death.\"\n\n*The thought that she managed to not just calm down such a drunkard - but also cause him to blush on the other hand - was more than enough to strike a smile across Bella's face.* \"I'll pay no attention to your stories as well. I can understand if they mean a lot to you.\"" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "\"Mhmm. Now if you excuse me, I have some business to attend to. Is there anything else you would like to add before I leave this establishment?\"" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "*Bella shook her head one last time before she removed herself from her seat, leaning down into a nice curtsey towards Marcus.*\n\"Not as of the moment, my new friend. However, I will say my utmost thanks to you today for the company, as much as it was a rough first impression that had caused us to first meet.\"" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "\"Good day miss, I am going to need to get my bearings after your drink for a bit before I leave\"" } ]

[ { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Compared to the disheveled figure stumbling in, Sirdan was much more well-dressed. Indeed, the same could be said of most of the patrons of this tavern – one that is a fair distance away from the city, but still so popular that plenty go out from the city or suburbs just to pay this a visit. For that was how good the food were.\n\nThe one sitting nearest the entrance turned toward the visitor as she entered, and as others noticed other staring at her longer than usual, more of the crowd looked at her, alarmed by the noise, the stares, and the blast of chill air briefly introduced by her.*\n\n\"...Woah...\" *One of them exclaimed as he looked at her, with the hood pulled against her face, and clothing that looked like they haven't visited a tailor for a year and a bath for a month.* \n\n*Sirdan examined the newcomer, drawn in by interest, though she looked like some sort of... Mysterious beggar of some sort, so probably not of any note? He didn't feel a compulsion to sit near her, having not noticed her race. \n\nSirdan sat on another table next to the kitchen, next to the one Artoria sat on – for the convenience of ordering food. He picked up the menu and started looking through it – plenty of delicious Irunian curry, local wine and imported whiskey. Mmm, Silnarian whiskey sounds right up his valley now. \n\nOn the other table, a waiter approached Artoria with a stiff, professional face, unfazed by the shabby appearance of the newcomer – so long as they have coin, there's services. *\n\n\"Welcome, would you like anything?\" *No look at the menu. Better pressure the customer into ordering as soon as possible.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Seems her presence attracted eyes from all around. Now that she saw, many of the people in the tavern were all gussied up in nice clothes. It didn't really matter to her, but she couldn't help feel a twinge of jealousy when she compared it to what she wore.*\n\n*Artoria had to do a double take as the waiter showed up. She didn't expect service this quickly; judging by how packed the tavern was, she was prepared to wait a while before she even got to order.*\n\n\"Right...\" \n\n*She picked up the menu, her eyes scanning every entry on the small piece of paper. There were foods here that were familiar to her, as well as foods that she'd never even heard of. To be frank, it overwhelmed her seeing the vast array of options. In the end, she could only have one, so she had to make her choice count.*\n\n\"What do you recommend?\" *She asked the waiter, tilting her head up to return her gaze. Hopefully the attention was already off of her. Didn't these people understand it's rude to stare?*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The waiter paused for a moment, thinking of what to order, and looked at the manual.* \n\n\"There's plenty of choices - but we are famous for our lamb and muttons, served in Irunian style. How about a lamb curry in southern spices - you can order it in the buttery or the spicy style. And we will serve it up with good Irunian wine or whiskey, your choice.\" \n\n*And there's also the options of the much cheaper and much more affordable local beer - the one that many patrons are still drinking. If she were to stretch out her budget, that is a choice.* \n\n*The smell of different types of spices permeate the place. It is quite complex - and would irritate the noses of anyone not used to it.* \n\n*Sirdan himself ordered a rather typical fare - buttery curry chicken with rice, on the table next to hers. The two are separated by a few meters apart.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Curry? She certainly hadn't had that in a while. But the Irunian style mutton also captivated her too, though she had no idea what \"Irunian style\" Was. Both sounded like great options, and she would've continued to ponder what to get, if not for the embarrassingly loud grumble of her stomach that prompted her to abruptly sputter out an order.*\n\n\"Ah- The curry, please. With Irunian wine.\" *She said.* \"On a side note, do you know of any tailors around the area? Or any clothes vendors, really.\"\n\n*The aroma of spices suddenly filled her nose as the kitchen door swung open, a waiter carrying a tray of foods waltzing out. It was like a punch to the face; the scent was just that powerful. She reared back to sneeze - letting a single tuft of an ear show - and hurriedly pulled her hood back down after she did.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The waiter would jot down the order.* \n\n\"One Irunian style mutton curry with a glass of Irunian wine. Got it.\" *The waiter stopped for a moment, finding the question quite strange,*\"Tailor? You will have to go to the city, there's no tailor in the villages nearby that we go to.\" *The answer made sense - the tavern itself was just a small stop away from the main metropolis of Salvainia. Naturally, most tailor wouldn't go there.* \n\n*The sneeze revealed that the mysterious stranger was a kitsune. Now, Sirdan formulated an attack plan - how do he approach this stranger? He don't see kitsune that often, and he would like to make a new friend of his own. They are inevitably powerful or magic-wielding. And so he convinced himself. It was not for any other reasons.* \n\n*Sirdan turned around to the other table.* \n\n\"I don't see many kitsunes around here.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*As soon as the waiter finished taking her order, Artoria leaned back in her booth, crossing her arms. The room seemed to become increasingly raucous the longer she waited, which became a slight annoyance to her. Guess she should've expected it from such a place.*\n\n*She didn't realize how close she was to the capitol city. It was reasonable enough to assume that all the gifted tailors would pool there - she supposed that, after finishing her meal, a clothes storefront would be her next stop. But how should she disguise herself? There was a chance she could blend in with the beggars and the poor, yet that could backfire on her if she tried to enter a shop. It wasn't as if she could sneak in and steal something either; she was far from stealthy enough. Her thoughts were cut short, however, as she felt a pair of eyes staring directly at her from behind.*\n\n*She cautiously turned around to see an elf fixated on her. His hair was long and white, a trademark for the silnari; those light orange eyes seemed to bore into her with how steely his look was. It was a bit off-putting.*\n\n\"What's it to you?\" *Artoria replied cautiously.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Sirdan looked at the kitsune, wondering how to follow. It seems this stranger was not too receptive to talk. He has heard of the infamous former New Sunlight member before, but this thought would not cross his mind at this moment, not at all.* \n\n*His eyes was red, a stark contrast to his hair - almost as if he was a stereotypical vampire of some sort. But his face was full of life despite his pale skin, so he must not be a vampire... Or at least not a stereotypical one.*\n\n\"Sign of someone interesting. Most kitsunes come here to make a living from Runra, bringing their skills - many settle down, become privileged.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*She snorted. \"Privilege\" Was a luxury she'd lost years ago. The other kitsunes she met during her travels - Hitoshi, wherever he was, and Ishikawa - they too were far from it.*\n\n*A lock of hair trickled down from the hood. It was a regal black that blatantly contradicted what she had on; a forgotten link to her past as a noblewoman. She stared back at the elf's face, which - despite being abnormally pale - seemed infused with energy. While it didn't deplete her guard fully, something told Artoria that he wasn't a foe. Or rather, he wasn't looking to be one, anyway.* \n\n\"I wish.\" *She mused.* \"And you? Can't say I've seen too many elves around.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The elf leaned back and looked at her, examining her hair. It was quite regal, well-maintained. A sign that this woman was probably once in much better circumstances.* \n\n\"Fallen on hard time, I see.\" *Sirdan said. Not a great thing to start a conversation with, but it seems like the only one he could thought of,*\"Plenty of elves around in Salvainia. This was once the dominion of Silnaria, after all. But I'm a Fricharii, a mercenary from the steppe who came here for money and stayed here for the delicious, warm, fluffy rice.\" \n\n*As he spoke, the waiter arrived with the meal the two requested, both of them receiving a large helping of fluffy, local Salvainian rice, and each of them receiving a bowl of curry, one with plenty of cut mutton cubes, and the other with plenty of cut chicken thighs. The mutton was boiled until it was tender and soft, and Sirdan's chicken were picked from juicy, fatty part that rendered its fat into the liquid. The flavor was complex, the curry yellow, and full of fat \"Bubbles\" Indicative of the richness of the curry.* \n\n\"And you? What lead you here?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*She took the mini history lesson in silence, duly broken by the sound of the kitchen door being kicked open. If the smell before was powerful, then this was almost overwhelming. The waiter from before came out to their table, laying out their dishes before them. Artoria's dish was massive in proportion; a plate almost the size of her head held the curry inside. Piled atop a generous heaping of fluffy yellow rice was a rich brown sauce, chunks of lamb and cut vegetables drowned beneath. It glistened in the light, bubbles of rended fat dotting across the curry occasionally. Captivated, Artoria took a fork and poked it into a cube of mutton. It tore at the lightest press, revealing the exquisite brown interior of the meat. Compared to her own cooking, this was something else entirely - a welcome treat after weeks of scorched rabbit and deer.*\n\n*She took her first bite: a spoonfull of rice, sauce, and a small chunk of lamb. From the moment her tongue touched the food, the flavors swirled in her mouth; everything played off eachother, heightening each component of the meal. The gamey taste of the lamb was cut back slightly by the fresh undertones of the rice - which usually entailed a chaotic, fractured flavor - but was brought all together by the curry itself. She swallowed, immediately going for another bite, but heard the elf across her ask something.*\n\n\"Shelter,\" *Artoria answered immediately.* \"There's a giant snowstorm on it's way over from the west. Even I-\" *She stopped before she revealed too much information, trying to play it off by clearing her throat.*\n\n\"That's really it, to be honest. Shelter and food.\" *She finished, spooning another mouthful of curry. Every taste was heavenly, almost to the point of intoxication.*" } ]

[ { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Sirdan looked at her washing away the curry with the wine, scratching his head a bit - finding the action strange to say the least.* \n\n\"I've heard they like to wash the taste of curry away with yogurt, or with something sweet and sour. Maybe you could try one of those drink.\" \n\n*Sirdan pointed at the menu and a drink that is surprisingly similar to Lassi, yogurt and water - with mango offered.* \n\n\"Ah, a recent newcomer. My name..\" *He paused for a bit,*\"I'm Sirdan, a mercenary in the capital doing odd jobs here and there. How about you?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Sirdan? Well, not like she'd remember it after dinner.*\n\n*She thought for a moment on whether or not to give him an alias, but decided against it. Though normally she'd rather withhold this information from anyone, something mused to her that Sirdan could be confided in. After all, he joined her for food, kept her company; the least she could do was give her name.*\n\n*Leaning in close, she spoke in a hush, cautious of any eavesdroppers.*\n\n\"Artoria Dax. Or Arthur, if you will. I'm wanted everywhere here, and I daresay that I'm a top public enemy. I burn things down for a living. I... Kill people.\" \n\n*She turned her gaze onto him as she finished, fixated on how he'd react. If need be, she was ready to leap into battle.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan introduced himself and waited for a moment. She leaned in close, just as Sirdan returned to his curry, popping in another mixture of yellow curry infused rice and lamb.* \n\n\"A-\" \n\n*Sirdan let out a noise as he opened his mouth, the curry popping into his, as Artoria leaned close for the answer. Suddenly, time froze in place, and he, like an idiot, sat there with his mouth open, the curry in eternal limbo for three seconds.* \n\n\"Ah-\" *He chomped down on the curry as he listened to, and heard of the word Artoria Dax. His perfect, practiced motion ended with him hearing the word. He choked, some of the spicy curry getting into the airway. Bad enough in normal circumstances, but the curry was spicy.* \n\n\"Ugm. Heck. Sor-\" *The elf dropped the spoon onto his plate, covered his mouth, and turned around, coughing vigorously for a few seconds. A patron or two turned their eyes, and then quickly returned to their table - just a normal day with another patron coughing.* \n\n*The legendary Artoria Dax, who probably was in New Sunlight at the same time as him, and was known to have taken down one of the knight sent after her. He has heard the name. But they've never met.* \n\n\"...We've never met before, have we?\" *The elf said, his eyes still choked full of tears from the coughing.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Raising an eyebrow as the elf's jaw dropped, she continued to look at him intently. She took another bite of her dish - but was considerably more tentative - as she did, watching him let out numerous hacking coughs as he choked on his food. Taking another sip of wine, Artoria took a glance around the room for people looking their way. Sure enough, there were a couple patrons turning to see the commotion, but their eyes were quickly averted back to their table as she shot them a glare.*\n\n*Judging by his astonishment, Artoria began to feel a little less on her guard. Had anyone out to kill her heard her statement - someone like Katherine or even Mevis - they'd be ready to spring into action the moment they heard her name. Sirdan, however, acted rather aversely to her expectations, in more than one way. Though she didn't expect the sudden coughing fit, his demeanor afterwards showed that he meant no harm.*\n\n\"I don't suppose we have.\" *She said rather coldly, letting Sirdan regain his composure before she spoke again.* \"Well? Is this the part where you try and take me in now?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Sirdan leaned back, still in tear, closing his eyes for a bit to recover. He listened, but barely heard her words. Something about taking her in.* \n\n\"No, but I was a member of...\" *He paused for a bit, observing her very clearly,*\"The same guild as you when you were active. I've heard of you, but never met you.\" \n\n*He leaned backward, suppressing a bit of emotions felt for that random New Sunlight knight who died chasing her down. He isn't sure why he felt sympathy - it was just another day in New Sunlight..* \n\n\"I'm not interested in that. I barely know you when I was there. I am more curious to learn more about you.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Anything you have in mind? You have until I finish this curry to ask away.\" *She said half-jokingly. Artoria knew that she had all the time in the world. That was until she got bored, or overheard, anyhow.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*He closed his eyes, thinking for a better answer,*\"Hmmm. How about how you got started with joining New Sunlight? I'd like to know.\" *He paused for a bit,*\"I can tell you my story after.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*How she joined the guild? Though the fine details were lost to time, she remembered the story quite clearly.*\n\n\"It was after a job I took as a freelance mercenary somewhere in the countryside,\" *She said slowly as the tale found it's way to her head.* \"Right. It was to stifle an uprising of cultists in one of the forests around here. It was me, this panther girl, another elf, and a macen. You may know him - his name is Mevis.\" \n\n*Her voice caught itself in her throat as she said his name. She coughed lightly, clearing her throat, before she continued.*\n\n\"After we took care of that business, a few of us decided to join New Sunlight shortly after, as a group. Well, I say a few, but it really was a few - it was Mevis, me, and another kitsune. Hitoshi. Mevis joined because he wanted to be a hero. Hitoshi joined... Because of gold, if I recall correctly. I only joined because they did.\" *She paused.* \"Might've been peer pressure at first, but I stayed because I... Kind of grew attached to them. They were the first friends I made since I left home. Over time, they felt more like a family - New Sunlight felt like a home.\"\n\n\"Anyway, that's it. That's how I joined New Sunlight. I'm sure you know all about why I left, though.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*He took in her story, nodding and listening along. It sounded quite normal, up until the part where she left. The atrocity she allegedly committed. It was a tale to be heard about. And the part where she took down a knight who was after her.* \n\n\"Me... I was once associated with a monster hunting guild of some sort in my way here. And then I took in a very interesting girl - a felinid, purple in fur, extremely strong, but not knowing of any of the way of the world. Raised by a feral loving Treton from what I knew.\" \n\n\"We got closes together, and at one point work dried up, so I came over to Salvainia, and I had a legendary fight with Alexandriak - one of the trainer there. It lasted for many a minutes, and I barely won my way in. I escorted people, earned money, bashed head in, got myself a nice pair of plate.\" \n\n\"I liked the place, but eventually, the girl I took in, called Kyo, just disappeared one day without a trace. I am not quite sure why I am in the guild anymore. A place to belong to, to train people at. A day job. Hell, I am not even sure why I fight.\" \n\n*He isn't quite sure why he is opening so much to the stranger. Especially one wanted for mass murder. Somehow, he felt a connection. Or maybe it was just him and his love for Kemonomimi. He saw her ears. He knew it. He can't be trusted.*\n\n\"And that would be chapter one of my story. So, what are you up to nowaday?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"I live out in the wild. Ain't like I've got a home to return to nowadays, anyway. I take a job here and there occasionally, but I always end up drifting. Drifting from one forest to another, but never outside Salvainian borders.\n\nI suppose I'm looking for resolutions, in a sense. Right now, it's with my magic. A couple weeks ago it was working just fine, but now it's completely different. All of the spells I'd been practicing and creating my entire life vanished. Well, not necessarily vanished - I just can't *Do* Them anymore. The muscle memory's there, but the link between me and my old magic's been severed.\" \n\n*She took another sip of wine.*\n\n\"It's not as if I was left with nothing, though. Almost like an exchange, I got an entire arsenal of new spells. And they're all frighteningly stronger than my old ones. I can't say I'm unhappy with them, though. It's just... How?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Out in the wild. Exiled as a criminal moving around. I don't imagine New Sunlight's still pursuing you actively... But you cannot just walk in and declare yourself as Artoria Dax, right?\" \n\n*Sirdan thought on what he just said. He swear that wasn't the name of the wanted one. It was Dax for sure, but it wasn't ARtoria. Was it not...?*\n\n\"I feel the same. I've gone out of practice with my magic recently, and it seems and felt better to focus on the art of fighting myself anyway. I've grown stronger than ever, better at using my shield. But I feels I've lost all connection to exomagic myself.\" \n\n*He twisted his neck and returned to the curry for a minute.*\n\n\"Maybe we've all misremembered what we've learnt. Magic is a fickle thing.\" \n\n\"But magic - I doubt that is the resolution you are looking for. Are you looking for a way out, a way to return to civility?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*It was true that she couldn't just claim herself to be Arthur, but then again, why should she? Really, if she wanted, she could register herself as a new guildsman under a completely different name. Only Sirdan, Mevis, and Katherine would who she really was - and she had a hunch that they wouldn't let the truth spill.*\n\n*She took in his words about magic, but ultimately ended up shaking her head. There was no way she 'misremembered' her magic when she'd been using it fine one day before - it just made no sense. Her hypothesis was that something forcibly cut her off from her old spell arsenal, but exchanged it with what she had now. What that 'something' was remained a mystery, but she had no proof to back up this claim. She had no proof for any of her theories, for that matter.*\n\n*Sighing, she took a forlorn look at her curry. Half of it was already gone. She took a few more bites before returning to conversation.*\n\n\"I don't think I'm looking for a way back to society, no. Rather, I suppose I'm looking for forgiveness - but not from the government. I could give a rat's ass for what they think of me, to be honest.\"\n\n*She hesitated, wondering if she should speak the thought that lingered on her mind.* \n\n\"I want to be able to forgive myself, if that makes sense. I'm not going to try and say that I 'changed,' because I really haven't. I'm not going to defend what I did in the past, either. I dug my grave, and I intend to lie in it. It's just, I realized how awful some of the things I did back then really were. I got hooked on the power trip killing brought, and also the gold it put in my pocket. \n\nI saw fire and the power it held. And I loved it. But now? I look into fire and see my reflection in it. My faults - my mistakes. Sometimes I wish I had the courage to go and turn myself in, but I never do. I still kill people. I still burn down what I need to. But at this point, it's second nature. I can't imagine a life where I don't do this. Maybe it's fear, or I've just convinced myself that it's impossible.\"\n\n*She stayed silent when she finished, a forlorn glint in her eye.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Sirdan took a look at his own curry, popping in another piece of rice as she shook her head and explained her situation. He too, took the cue to eat, and finished half of his cup of orange juice and the rest of his curry. Now his plate was empty. He felt ready to listen.* \n\n*He leaned back, nodding as Artoria spilled out everything she know about herself. By some cosmic coincidence, it seems the stranger found it appropriate to spill it all to him. Why? He thought to himself. Maybe they're connected somehow.* \n\n*The story continued - forgiveness, forgiving herself. An addiction to power of killing, and the gold... He certainly is addicted to the latter. He wonder if he is addicted to the former. This sounds awfully like him* \n\n*Sirdan contemplated the massive spill of personal and sensitive facts for a moment.* \n\n\"You see, I have a similar story.\" *He paused,*\"But I'm not willing to divulge any of that, even though you've divulged way more to me right here. I don't know you enough.\" \n\n\"...Do you ever wonder what you fight for? I fought for immortality, for gold, for riches. And all the while I just wanted to be... A good person. One who fought for justice and profitted for it. I fought to afford armor, then fought to afford immortality. Then Kyo's gone, and I wonder why I am still in this business.\" \n\n\"Maybe I'm truly addicted to fighting. So perhaps we're on the same road after all.\" \n\n\"Have you considered changing your identity? Start over again? Living like a fugitive with legendary skills like yours - it doesn't seems fitting. Besides, if you turned yourself in, what will happen? They swing a thousand axes at your neck till it break? That's it. That'll be it.\" \n\n\"...Say, what do you plan for your future?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*They made their way past the main street into an area leading towards a hill. At the top was Sirdan's house, but below was her old home: The New Sunlight headquarters. Even as dusk settled under a cloud-laden sky, the institutional white of the walls shone harshly in the dark. A chill ran down her spine, but not due to the cold; the sight of the building was enough to put her on edge. Perhaps it was a bad idea to come after all.*\n\n*But speaking of cold, she began to feel the embers of the spell fade away. She took her gaze off of the headquarters and towards the building before her; a large, three-floor house with a sizable front yard, generously decorated all throughout. Artoria was pleasantly surprised, considering that she expected Sirdan's house to be something alike to a rundown cottage. Or at least, something less grand than this.*\n\n*She started towards the entrance, following Sirdan. Greeted with a blast of cool air, it was apparent that it'd been a while since anyone had called it 'home'. Nevertheless, it was better than outside.*\n\n\"Considering that I just had a plateful of curry and wine, I can't exactly say that I'm hungry. But I'd appreciate a bath.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Aye. Let me get the fire up then. Please, sit down and enjoy your time.\" *He took a bunch of split firewood, and put them below the fireplace, and as he tried to figure out how to restart the fire - the embers haven't extinguished, he turned toward Artoria.* \n\n\"Oh, do you mind starting the fireplace's fire for me? It'll be a few minutes before the water's heated up\" \n\n*He asked as he turned around, hoping this won't cause an accidental catastrophe. It looks like there were an improvised water heating system - with the residual heat from the fireplace being piped to heat up hot water for the bath, which is conveniently located next to it.* \n\n*The elf then brought Artoria upstairs,*\"Here, while we wait for the water, I'll introduce you to the house.\" *He pointed out the location of the bath, kitchen, and dining room - all located on the ground level, then to the second floor, where two bedrooms were located - smaller, probably intended for servant, a storage area, and what seems to be an empty private work room of some sort.* \n\n*Then on the top were another four bedrooms, and he pointed at the biggest one,*\"That one's mine, the other three are empty, pick the one you like.\" \n\n*There was one facing the street, and two facing the backyard, each with a tiny, closable \"Window\" - though it is more accurate to describe them as a shutter. Each of the room had a twins sized bed with a straw mattress, but not much else other than a few crates and bins meant to store things,*\"I've just moved in recently, so there isn't much in the way of furniture. I hope you don't mind.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*She nodded silently, making her way to the fireplace. Starting the fire was the least she could do in return for Sirdan's hospitality; pointing towards the firewood, she tried to squeeze out a tiny burst of flame.*\n\n*A sudden stream of fire surged from her finger for a moment, immediately engulfing the firewood. With the lighting of the flame came a torrent of hot air, blasting her in the face. It almost caused her to fall back, but she regained her posture at the last minute. Hastily, she prepared to cast an aquaeous spell to put it out, but saw that it was contained in the fireplace. She let out a sigh of relief that she didn't burn down her benefactor's home; turning his house into ashes was a surefire way to lose his trust. It slightly annoyed her that she had such little control over her magic; that was definitely something she needed to work on.*\n\n*As Sirdan led her up to the third floor, where the bedrooms were, she picked the one facing the street. It was unfurnished, with only a bed and a couple of crates haphazardly scattered inside. But she didn't mind. The real reason she chose it was because of the window side view. From where she stood, she saw how vast the city was - how far it sprawled across the land. In the distance, she could see the emperor's palace, with it's titanic walls and spires that seemed to touch the sky.*\n\n\"I don't mind too much,\" *She began, still fixated on the view of the street.* \"This view is something else, though.\" *She turned to Sirdan, motioning him to stand by her side.* \"Care to join? It might just be me but... It's truly wondrous.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The elf observed her set the fire on, and his eyebrows jumped with alarms as she seemingly recoiled from the fire, his heart skipping a bit for a moment and his eyes dashing to the bathroom - where the closest source of water was located.* \n\n*Then he relaxed once he realized his house was in fact, not going to burn down. He reminded himself he should probably renovate the fireplace to be slightly safer for using fire magic.* \n\n*He followed her to her newly chosen room,*\"You like the premium estate, eh?\" *He commented as he looked out through the shutter. Though small, he can still observe most of the city from there.* \n\n\"I... Haven't admired the city like this for a long time.\" *He pointed at a wagon moving in the distance,*\"Goods, looks like silk from Runra. And here... Look at those children playing. And the palace. What a pretty, golden prison.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Fair point,\" *She said. 'Artoria' was a moniker she thought of in the heat of the moment that managed to stick for all this time; it was really easy to put two and two together and figure out who she really was.* \"It is pretty obvious, now that I think about it.\"\n\n*For a moment, she tried to think of a new name. Anri? No. Ralon? Stupid sounding. She was getting nowhere.* \n\n\"What do you think would be a good name? I got nothing.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan added, \"And your last name too. You must go by a different last name if you don't want anyone to catch on. Practice the whole Runran thing. Practice a magic school that isn't just Fire.\"\n\n*He leaned back and thought,*\"I'm not well versed in the local language. How about something Runran instead? Pick from their vocabulary and words, perhaps you could make a trip to the library and borrow a naming book or something?\"\n\n\"Something... Phoenix? No, no fire metaphor. What do you think your personality is like? In an ideal world, how would you portray yourself?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"I have been dabbling into different magics, actually. Fire's just always been my specialty - I never had any real reason to learn something new if I could focus on advancing fire magic.\"\n\n*The whole 'Runran' thing was actually quite foreign to her. She'd never visited the land, nor knew much of it's basic customs, much less it's culture and language. Picking a name from a book would probably be her last resort.*\n\n\"I guess enclosed would describe it. In an ideal world, that's how I'd remain; shut off, save for a few people. But I'm not quite sure - I've never really been a huge one for introspection.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Now you have a good reason to learn other magic. If not just to make it too obvious you are not the same person. Well. Ehhmmm... I don't have a big collection of books. We will need to wander to the library.\"\n\nThe elf took Artoria out of the home after settling her belongings down. If possible, he would divert Artoria to buy some new, proper looking clothes before heading there. \n\n\"When we are done you should get a new wardrobe.\"\n\nThen he wandered to one of the closest library, asking the librarian. He didn't bring Artoria along.\n\n\"I need books on naming convention.\" He paid the borrowing fees, put down his name, and came back home with a book on Silnarian, Salvainian, Mentian and Runran name.\n\n\"So. Where's you come from anyway?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*She nodded. It wasn't too late to spend some time at the library. Setting down her belongings on the bed, Artoria followed Sirdan outside of his house - but not before taking a detour to the bathroom to shut the water off. Clothes shopping could wait for another time, though.*\n\n*As they got to the library, Sirdan gestured for Artoria to stay put at the entrance. She did, but attracted a few glances from ongoing passerby. Finally, the elf returned, a thin-looking book in hand. They went back home in silence, broken immediately once they both made their way inside.*\n\n\"Came from an isolated-ish region in the north. Suppose I'm a Salvainian, down to my blood.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan seemed quite embarrassed he almost forgot to shut off the water. Oh well, at least when they are back, the room would be very warm.* \n\n\"Alright. Seems like I forgot you were supposed to take a bath sometime soon... Let's get your name done with first.\" *He returned to the room, looking at the list of name.* \n\n\"Let's see... Beauty, isolation, alone, what do we have here..\" *He flipped through the book,*\"Flowers. Flower. Then, we use the north elven language.\" \n\n\"Diga, for flower, Cruas, to be lone. Uar, for path. What does ARtoria means..\" \n\n\"Hmmmph...\" \n\n\"Faist, that's the word for bear. Faistis, for the quality of being a bear\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Roar.\" *She said unenthusiastically. Nothing really seemed to click yet.*\n\n\"What about the words for 'lock?' 'Sealed,' even? Oh, and for that matter - what was the word for beauty?\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"...Hmm.\" \n\n\"On... An... Itbh... Seal... Not sure, all of them sounds pretty lame, An... Aned, if I'm gonna be honest.\" \n\n\"Perhaps Runran name is really the best, Artoria.\"\n\n*He started flipping through a list of common name.* \n\n\"Tria... Gatha, Rutunsa, Fiuthu, Sea, Rita, Mia..\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Tria didn't sound too bad. Nor did Gatha, or Fiuthu. Seemed the Runran names really were the best.*\n\n\"What do Tria, Gatha, and Fiuthu mean? Nothing stupid, right?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Their meaning are lost to time, I don't know much about what they mean. Just that they are popular\" \n\n*Sirdan gave the worst answer ever.* \n\n\"Or you can embrace the Runran and start becoming Runran like my fiancee. Something like that. How about this one?\" \n\n*He pointed at the Runran name book.*" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"I'll hold back on 'embracing the Runran' for now. Not like there's anything to embrace, anyhow.\"\n\n*Opening the Runran name book, she became a bit disgruntled when she realized she understood nothing. It was interesting to see an unlocalized copy of a foreign book still hanging around a Salvainian library for sure, but was more of an inconvenience at present. She handed it over to Sirdan.*\n\n\"Can't read it. Sure hope you can, because I don't understand one bit. And if not, I guess we can always try again tomorrow.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*He would flip over to the dictionary and transliterated side of the book. Sirdan can't read or speak Runran either. He is in fact, not dumb enough to bring back an untranslated book.* \n\n\"...Well, pronounciation would give you away.\" \n\n*He started going through it,*\"Chrysant-he... The... That flower that symbolizes loneliness, I suppose? Kiku. If you want to start with A, how about... Aina?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Or, I could just mash the two together.\" *She tilted her head down, thinking for a second.* \"Kiku... Aina. Kiaina? Kiana. How does that sound?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan nodded in agreement.* \n\n\"You're now Kiana... Well, can't call yourself Dax anymore. Still need a last name. And that is pretty difficult. What does Dax mean anyway?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"If we're going to make it connected to my old name, I'd prefer using my given one rather than my family name. Makes it a bit more personal, if you get what I'm saying.\"\n\n*Furrowing her eyebrows, she found herself in thought again. What could sound good with 'Kiana?'*\n\n\"What about D'artia? Sounds distinct enough from my old one, if you ask me. But it still has that same sound as 'Artoria,' no?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"I wouldn't suggest making it connected to your old name in anyway. Make it a little bit too obvious. Although I've seen the wanted poster and the wanted person looks nothing like you.\" \n\n*He closed his eyes and thought a bit on D'artia.*\n\n\"Maybe I have too much context, but I cannot help but think some conspiracist will link the name together with a last name that sounds like that.\" \n\n\"Besides, I don't think it should start with D and a A... Uhhh.\" *He flipped furiously through the pages, looking for the meaning of Artoria,*\"...To be like bear. Well, that is pretty tough.\" \n\n\"D'artia? Darcia? Dartia? Daca? Dakka?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Darcia sounds good.\"\n\n*She stopped, checking a nearby clock. It was getting rather late - she could feel her eyes becoming wearier as the time passed.*\n\n\"Well, I'm going to head off to bed. See you in the morning.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Darcia. It is done then. Kiana Darcia. Could always say you were a half-blood or something like that. It will pass the test.\" \n\n*He nodded and stretched out his arms.* \n\n\"This took more energy than I thought. I'll go to bed and return the books to the library tommorow. Good night. I'll make breakfast. You eat everything, right?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Hey, as long as it isn't raw, I'll eat practically anything,\" She huffed, rubbing her eyelids. \"Aside from monster meat or tofu, anyway.\"\n\n*With that, she got up from her seat, making her way to the main room. She ascended the stairs, making her way to her room. Everything, from the bed to the view, was hers. When was the last time she slept under a roof - the last time she had a meal waiting for her when she woke up?*\n\n*Before she could think any further, she was interrupted by a sudden whiff - some odious scent - that wafted into her nose. It was some disgusting mixture of the forest, smoke, the streets, and alcohol. She retched at the first inhale before stumbling out towards the bathroom, fumbling over the knobs before finally turning the bath on. Clawing at her cloak, she threw it off before following suit with the rest of her clothes. The smell diminished somewhat, but it still hung about the bathroom - it came, not just from her clothes, but from herself as well. She needed a bath, badly.*\n\n*And so, she dipped herself into the waters. Washing away the dirt, cleaning off the smell of the forest until she caught only the freshness of spearmint. But when she got out, and as she drifted to sleep upon her new bed, a thought caught her attention for a fleeting second.*\n\n*She wasn't going to bed as Artoria any longer - nor as Arthur. Christened under a new name, she would fall asleep as Kiana Darcia - a stranger to the Salvainian lands, whose reputation boasted nothing to speak of.*\n\n*And, with that prospect lingering for a few more moments, she fell asleep, a slight grin on her face.*\n``` END RP ```" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With the sun sitting low on the horizon, casting is reddened glow across the landscape, Terrel would gradually make his way to a tavern. As expected, upon opening it to head inside, the place was filled with people. Some sat tables as a group, while others isolated themselves from the crowd. The environment felt relatively warm, though whether that was because of spring time or just the amount of bodies piling in the place, that was still a wonder. Passing by the other people, Terrel would slowly make his way over to a seemingly empty table where he could sit at for a while, soon coming to rest in the chair with a tired sigh. His cloak draped around him, while his pig mask kept most of his face concealed before coming to end at where his pink locks of hair began. Needless to say, it was a strange sight for a person, but he didn't seem to care much.*" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "Heading inside of the tavern Daisy was feeling uneasy with the amount of people inside but she was hungry from training. Daisy saw an empty table not seeing the person there, Daisy walked over to the table and was startled to see there was someone sitting there in a cloak with a pig mask. Daisy was eyeing him in fear \"Hello sorry was this spot taken?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would lift his head up at the approach of the woman, eyeing her for a while as she asked if the spot was taken. Being an Elf, it wasn't hard for him to decipher the fear in her gaze, it was almost amusing even as he'd casually say:*\"Nah, just found this spot recently.\"*The Elf would gesture over to the empty seat with a gloved hand as if in invitation for her to go ahead and sit down. The place was crowded enough as it was, though he should have expected for more people to arrive anyways.*" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "Oh sorry I'll do that next time\n\nDaisy nods her head and takes a seat from the opposite side of this stranger. \"What's your name?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Well wasn't she to the point. He supposed it made enough sense, in finding themselves stuck at a table together. Eventually, he'd respond back.*\"It's Terrel. Though I'm sure you didn't come over here just to ask my name without giving your own.\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"My name's Daisy I only came because it's the closest place to eat as I was training\" Feeling a little scared of the mask Daisy drops her gaze from Terrel" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd raise an eyebrow at her response.*\"Training, eh? For what? Planning on going to war or something?\"*The Elf would question with a chuckle. Despite it coming off as a joke, her response could at least let him know where her loyalties lie within the Capitol.*" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "Daisy shakes her head and say with a soft voice \"I train myself so I never have to go back to that hell\" Daisy seems to be rubbing her arm" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Her words were cryptic, but she seemed willing enough to answer his questions.*\"Oh really? Care to explain further?\"*The Elf would say, returning to leaning back in his chair.*" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"It's nothing\" As Daisy says this with a panicked tone and looking anywhere but Terrel \"Hi could I get some food please\" Daisy asks a waitress clearly trying to end the discussion" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You know you're not very good at hiding things.\"*He'd say at first before she'd ask the waitress to order something. He'd simply get some water for himself, not really hungry enough for anything worth buying.*\"But I'm sure no one wants to explain hell, so I'll just pretend you've come back from the dead and are trying to avoid death again. Sound like a good enough explanation?\"*He'd question her with grin.*" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"Sorry I Just don't trust people right now\" Daisy was embarrassed and looked at Terrel's mask \"Why do you wear a mask?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*'Who does really?' He'd wonder mostly to himself before shifting his gaze back to her upon the waitress leaving.*\"Fashion I suppose you can say.\"*The Elf would answer with a light shrug.*\"Not everyday you see someone walking around with the face of a pig.\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"I see what you mean\" Daisy looks around the tavern not seeing anyone else wearing a mask '_Maybe that's why I feel sort of safe around him?_ \"So have you been here long? I've only just started a job as a merc\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"In Salvania? I typically travel from Capitol to Capitol, but sure, I suppose you can say I've been here 'long.' Wouldn't be that great of a Mercenary if you didn't cycle through the different job offers from neighboring capitols though.\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"Your a Mercenary as well? What kinds of places have you been to?\" Daisy leans forward staring at Terrel with a excited expression" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Cities, Bandit Camps, Bases, Farms, Monasteries.\"*He'd say casually, listing them off as it came to him before he'd come notice her odd fascination in it.*\"Depends really.\"*He'd say finally before sitting up more straight.*\"On whatever jobs you're interested in taking.\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"Anything that could make me stronger\" Daisy would say. A uncertain expression was on her face \"I'm just not sure what to do with my life and I'm hoping that by becoming strong I'll find my purpose\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well no better way to do that than putting your life at risk everyday with mercenary missions.\"*He'd say, a visible smirk appearing on his face before he'd casually wave it off.*\"Well that or just going to find a teacher at some guild. I'm sure they'd love to train people who don't know what to do with their lives.\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"Hmm thanks for the idea I might do that maybe\" Daisy looked to the waitress bringing the food and drinks for them both \"Do you have any stories to tell about our job?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Not any that don't typically end in someone or something dying, typically one of the two considering I'm still here.\"*He'd say, soon taking his glass of water and having a small sip from it before lowering it back down onto the table.*\"But I'm sure after visiting hell and back, you're not too interested in that kind of stuff, hm?\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"I wouldn't mind if I get my hands dirty but I haven't been hired yet so I wouldn't know if I was a killer\" She'd say, Daisy would start eating" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"If you kill animals to put food on the table. It's a start at least. Perhaps you can get a Mercenary job of just cleaning someone's house.\"*He'd advise in a joking tone.*\"Maybe when you have enough experience, you can go find some jobs that actually give you a challenge.\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "Daisy would stop eating for a moment and nodded her head in agreement \"It would be nice to work with you, you seem like a nice person\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would look at her in what would have been a dubious expression if not for the fact of his mask making him appear to be blankly staring half the time.*\"Daisy, was it...?\"*Almost forgetting to rid his tone of amusement of it. She was already a new mercenary. And now she thought working with him would be a good idea.*\"You'll likely get yourself killed trying to do the things I do.\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"Your right I'm weak right now, but one day I'll be able to catch up to you and fight with you\" Daisy stared at Terrel as she says without any fear" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would raise an eyebrow at her, questioning her motives out of this.*\"And I suppose you're planning on going to some guild to have them teach you all there is to know about fighting and being a mercenary in order to do that.\"*He'd say in tone that could have been seen as sarcasm.*" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"Yes didn't you say so?\" Tilting her Daisy looked at Terrel wondering he repeated himself not catching the sarcasm '_I don't understand why that's a problem as long as your strong you can do anything, at least that's what my former master said_ '" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He supposed he did mention it before, but in Daisy thinking it would help her much in getting to fight with him, well that's when their teachings would start to be more questionable.*\"You're better off becoming a guard with their teachings.\"*He'd eventually say, obviously not caring much for what the more well-known guilds offered.*" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"Maybe But I would like to travel around before I stay in a country. Would you have any tips for the job we do?\" She says and resumes eating her food" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Know why you're taking the job you're doing and don't forget it.\"*He'd say as if telling her to establish why she's about to get herself into something. The Elf had enough partners acting out on their own in either their regard for morals or their own craziness. Both of which putting him at risk of losing money on a given job.*\"And don't partner up with anyone that will work against that. It's better only to have to fight one thing without having to fight your partner at the same time.\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "Having finished her food \"Why don't you kill your partners if they're annoying you\" Daisy says this with a innocent expression not understanding what was wrong with what she said." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well for one thing, that's another problem on your plate considering you're most likely going to be fighting several other individuals, so if you think you can handle your own partner on top of that, go right on ahead. Second, they're your *Partner*.\"*He'd say. Though the Elf seemed to lack much regard for what becomes of the people he works with, he's learn to just put up with them enough to get the job done and never see them again after. He doubted anything more would come out of it anyways.*\"Annoyance isn't a good enough reason for backstabbing. You'll just find it coming back to you.\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"I see, that's good advice I'm too weak right now so I'll have to play nice with them, thank you\" Daisy would say with a flustered expression wondering why she didn't think of that." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would take another sip from his cup of water.*\"Don't try to make any more enemies than you can handle. You'll either end up with a bad rep or being chased down in the future. Some things just aren't worth it.\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"Your right sorry I didn't know what I was thinking, I thought everyone out here in the outside was thinking like master\" Daisy was embarrassed as she didn't want to appear weak to Terrel who was being nice with her" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Master?\"*He'd question her, part of him wondering if this had something to do with whatever this hell hole was she supposedly came from. Well it was either that or she already had a teacher, but her way of wording it made the former seem more likely.*" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "Daisy was looking at Terrel with a fearful expression \"What do you do with runaway slaves?\" Daisy was tense looking like she was ready to fight or flee" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Runaway slave? The Elf would break out into a laugh. That's what she was on about? Being a runaway slave. Quieting himself once more, he'd bring his elbow to rest on the table, his chin relaxing on the palm of his hand.*\"Nothing really.\"*He'd say.*\"Unless I'm being paid to do something.\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"I see, sorry for being jumpy\" Daisy would relax herself but would keep looking at Terrel \"I've been a slave my whole life so I'm still new to being free\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"And... In being a recently escaped slave, you thought it was a good idea to come to the one of the largest capitols.*\"He'd question her.*\"You know I don't suppose that's the worst idea. Last place they'd ever think to look.\"*The Elf would lift his head back up, returning to leaning back in his chair.*\"Who knows, maybe they've forgotten about you already.\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"He might have forgotten me but I wouldn't be sure as well, what about you what brings you here\" '_I wonder why he wears a mask?_' Daisy leans back to her chair." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"The usual, cycling out jobs before I set out to the next Capitol again. It's better to keep on the move.\"*He'd answer.*\"Besides, never know what you might find during travel one day.\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"Sounds like a adventure, got any stories?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Besides killing a bunch of people, finding some... Interesting individuals, and camping out. Not much really. But I suppose every town might have what you're looking for.\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"I hope I'll be able to have some interesting tales to tell, why do you wear a mask when I see nobody is wearing one as well?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Like I said before. Helps you stand out.\"*He'd remind her before glancing at his cup to notice the water already having ran out.*\"Maybe you can go get yourself one someday. About as good at hiding an identity as it is about making you more noticeable.\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"Hmm you have a point. Do you know of any shops that would sell masks?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You can probably be fortunate enough to find one if you ever go to a marketplace. I'm sure they sell some clothing around there or accessories like masks.\"*He'd answer.*\"Need money of course, but that's what being a Mercenary is all about.\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"Yeah I'll see if I can find one when I go there next time.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Have fun with that then.\"*He'd say, gazing down at his empty cup.*\"Careful going in the middle of the day. That's when crowds start to build.\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"Alright, oh yeah where are you from?\" Daisy looked at Terrel" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Let's just say, a land full of magic wielding elves.\"*He'd say, coming to get up from his seat, seemingly about to dismiss himself with Daisy having the information she needed.*\"It's a lot less fun than it sounds, trust me.\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"You heading off?\" Daisy also stands up and looks at Terrel" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"What? Worried you'll miss me?\"*He'd question with a brief chuckle before eventually answering her question.*\"Got a few friends that I need to meet up with, this place was a nice break from walking though. But it'll get more crowded the later it gets in the day.\"" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"Well I hope that our paths cross again\" Daisy walks up to Terrel offering a handshake" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Who knows.\"*He'd say, taking her hand and giving a light shake.*\"I'll be in Salvania for a short while. Perhaps our paths will cross once more. That is, if I even recognize you with whatever new mask you decide to get.\"*The Elf would move his hand away and tap at the side of his mask, a grin forming on his face.*" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "\"Not to worry I'll be able to recognize your mask\" Daisy would grin back" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I'll be counting on it.\"*He'd say, eventually turning away from her. Terrel would walk off, his crimson red cloak soon sweeping off and vanishing within the crowds behind him as he'd go to leave the tavern.*" }, { "author": "hlgflaming9", "message": "Daisy would follow him out of the Tavern watching as he walked away, and then she walked back to her inn" } ]

[ { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "\"Tell us the one about the bear, Kiro!\"\n*The slurred jubilance in the voice of one patron could be heard clear, even despite the evening din. He sat at one of the many booths in the far side of the tavern, the lanterns lit dimly at the behest of whoever had been mentioned. This 'Kiro' leant against the wall in the booth, surrounded by a half-dozen patrons listening in - all drunken sellswords, spare one young woman sat directly beside them, entirely sober yet enraptured all the same.\n\n'The Undying': A name coined by a travelling minstrel who, upon meeting Taito, had found inspiration in her contemporary and ancient stories. Today, she did nothing new; regaling whoever would listen with her tales after a long day of mercenary work, katana resting upon her thigh as she maintained it carefully. Her figure had not changed in all her years: Lithe, yet muscular, her strong frame reclined lazily; having removed her tatami maille and strewn it across the table - revealing her pale complexion. Her expression matched her posture, wearing a bored yet peaceful smile. For a moment, it faded as her eyes flared a brilliant crimson, like beryls as they pierced into one of the mercenaries, who physically shrunk away despite dwarfing her physically.*\n\n\"It's Taito, you dunce! **\"Thou hasth feculence for a mind...\"**\n*Slipping into traditional Runran in her anger, biting her lip as she caught herself, returning back to her recline as she humoured the young man. Slowly recalling the beats of this story, her eyes wandered across the rest of the tavern, noticing a peculiar pair entering - firstly for being the only piggybacking patrons in tonight, secondly for the noticeable ire the rest of the room seemed to have for them existing.*\n\"Hm... Weird kids, maybe...\"" }, { "author": "Morgan von Starke", "message": "*Woof. Tough crowd, although these types judging one of her kind was nothing overly new to her. She wasn't exactly someone who fit into a square hole even before the bite. A Northerner artificer was weird enough, and adding the blood curse to that cocktail of prejudice only made things worse.*\n\n*Slipping off of her companion, dropping to the floor and patting him on the back, Morgan looked for any kind of seat in the room, ultimately being forced to sit near the other cursed individual in the room. Not that she minded, she was near someone like her.*\n\n*Someone like her. A vampire. Moxie never thought that would be anything that could cross her mind.*\n\n\"Hiiii! Sorry about sitting here, but the place is *Packed...*\"\n\n*The features causing her to be looked at probably made themselves obvious by now.*" }, { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "*Those who surrounded Taito turned idly to examine Morgan, most eyes widening and quickly flicking their eyes between her and the samurai, almost certain of the resemblance. The young woman let out a hushed gasp, covering her mouth as she tugged at Taito's sleeve - who was already watching the young lady. \n\nOkamimi...? No, Kitsune, the ears were different. It was clear what everyone was ogling her for, even without the flash of her decidedly needle-esque canines. The samurai grinned, baring her own fangs a moment: silver lines across them from self-applied fillings with spare iron, obtained during her many temperings of her katana. Again her eyes glittered red, welcoming Morgan with a gentle Northern contralto.*\n\n\"Not a problem, missy. Place is always packed, a' this time o' night. These idiots are in 'ere every night, though!\"\n*She jeered, jabbing the nearest idiot and cackling heartily, the rest of them jeering back and laughing along. The young lady joined in with a quiet giggle, offering a question to Morgan while they revelled.*\n\"Who might you be, madam? Everyone had their eyes on you, it seemed...\"" }, { "author": "Morgan von Starke", "message": "\"Uhhh... It's Morgan, but most people call me Moxie. Heh. Umm... I used to be some guy called Kohm Fidres' apprentice runist here, and an artificer in training, but umm... Stuff happened.\"\n\n*Stuff happened, alright. Morgan tapped the table uncomfortably, recalling the ritual. Still a burning memory...*\n\n\"Yeah, enough about me, who're you?\"\n\n*A strong ~~Ukrainian~~ foreign tang made her voice sharp and immediately recognisable. Adopted via her father's accent, her voice didn't even fit Mentia, her home country, let alone Salvania. A lack of getting on with many folks at home didn't help.*\n\n*Morgan was still visibly a little uncomfortable with the crowd. Once upon a time she'd gush over any dumb idea in her head, but now it seemed like drawing stupid attention. She mostly kept the rambling to her golem buddy, who was still towering her and keeping a protective hand over her shoulder.*" } ]