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[ { "author": "Morgan von Starke", "message": "\"Yeah! I'm still... Trying to carry on what we started.\"\n\n*The larger question would certainly wait as long as possible, if Morgan could help it. Her ears almost turned to face the new voice, glad that anyone was ignoring her actual condition besides a fellow infectee.*\n\n\"Whoa... So cool...\"\n\n*Morgan's eyes lit up. She wished she was that coooool.*" }, { "author": "Kirosaki the Undying", "message": "\"You've seduced one girl tonight, Miss Taito, don't make it a second!\"\n*The first sellsword groaned, a few of the others nodding and chuckling as they made an exit - yelling a promise for drinks on them next time they were all together. The tavern's numbers had thinned significantly, the evening drinkers slowly replaced by the midnight crowd and softening the atmosphere. Taito shook her head and grumbled a threat to a couple of those remaining around their table, gripping her katana and rattling it angrily. Soon enough, only a couple mercenaries were left, either passed-out drunk or reserved enough to watch their liquour.*\n\"Good time to ask... You're awfully pale, ain'tcha? An' you don't strike me as timid, so what's the deal?\"\n*She slowly layered the question as those left held their breaths, Millie pursing her lips and darted her eyes away. Taito, however, kept her gaze fixed steadily on Morgan, a small knowing smile on her lips.*" }, { "author": "Morgan von Starke", "message": "*\"You didn't need to say it...\"*\n\n*If anything, a glower is shot at Taito's way and Morgan's fists tighten just a little... And the remembrance of those days brought tears nearly to fruition.*\n\n\"I'm... I-I-umm, I'm... I'm... A... *Vampire.*\"\n\n*The very word was forced out of the Kitsune's tongue, as if saying it was an effort akin to pushing a ton of steel from Salvania to Irunia.*\n\n\"...Why did I have to just *Say* It? Everyone *Knew.* This just rubs it in my face.\"\n\n\"...I can't go an hour without being reminded of it...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Mattheld", "message": "*After taking a major job in Salvanian lands, the battle-hardened Mercenary takes a break from the high-tail action and decides to stop on by a local tavern. He walks confidently upon the stone, paved roads that his feet march upon to take him to his victory dinner. Being nearly dark outside, Mattheld approaches the bar, entering the wooden door with calmness and goodwill. He gazes his eyes upon the room before him, eyeing down if anyone is either potentially malignant or dangerous. As he dances his eyes upon those that he sees fit for friendship, he sees a fellow patron at the tavern, of course with a key distinction or two. He ponders on how one can even amass such grand features of beauty, and thus he is taken aback by her beauty.\n\nNonetheless, Mattheld attempts to snap himself out of his stunned state, and pulls himself back together and places his weapons at the door, already having his horse secured outside in the horses' pin.*\n\n*\"Get your mind out of the gutter, Mattheld! You have more pressing matters you have to attend to, such as eating you dumb fool!\"* *Mattheld thought with great fury as his mind grew angst with well-knitted humble beginnings, but his own matters must be attended first.\n\nHe finally caves in, and approaches the lady-in-question, eyeing her dagger while not trying to come off as hostile.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*With golden light displaying its beautiful coloring into the Tavern, Melody had found herself taking a seat in one of the booths of the tavern. It was a long day of trying to help others, and even then she felt like she hadn't gotten the chance to fully explore the Capitol. Finding a proper guild may just be harder than she thought. The Centaur sat in the booth, an elbow resting atop the table in her lost in thought. Her reddish hair lay tied behind her, just reaching far enough down to the middle of her back. Her legs crossed one another, something one may think strange for a centaur, however, it appeared she had assumed a Macen-like form. What would have usually been the legs of a stallion were replaced by the lean and bare legs of a human with a spotted deer-like skirt to clothe the gap between where her human body would have ended and horse part began. It was a trick she had learned in her time of training, one that helped her go places that Centaurs typically wouldn't. She liked the trick often and, to any common eye she wouldn't appear any different than the other Macen patrons in the tavern.\n\nThe Centaur lady seemed to not notice the man approaching her at first. Only when his shadow seemed to cast across the table from the interaction of the setting sun would be enough to cause her to suddenly look up. Emerald green eyes gazed up towards him, giving off the expression of surprise in her only noticing his presence now.*\"Oh, hello there-.\"*She'd say to him, sitting up more straight.*\"Can I help you?\"*It was a phrase she was had grown used to saying often here, unsure of man's reasoning from walking up to her. Perhaps to chat or request some help of some sort. There was never any telling really since she had left home.*" }, { "author": "Mattheld", "message": "\"Greetings, madam, I come bearing a gif-\"\n\n*Mattheld stops mid-sentence as he remembers the words of the townsfolk that he came across while in town about a mysterious woman.*\n\n*\"She has Emerald green eyes with a deer-like speckled skirt. There are rumors that she may not be as she appears, but I wouldn't trust them as they may be fairy-tales.\"*\n\n*The man stood there, eagerly curious and speculative on who she might be, and why she is even here in the first place. He then shakes his head suddenly, blushing a bit on his now-rosey red cheeks out of plain embarrassment.*\n\n\"I-I- Nevermind what I told you before... Word has branched out on a figure which almost exactly matches yours. My name is Mattheld, a Mercenary hailing from the Kadho region, profound for it's trade and Commerce, let alone my own kin doing the nobleman's bidding in war. But after centuries of tradition, you get used to it. However, someone of your character might be of some use to me, of course I am willing to pay. However, enough about me: May I inquire on whom you might be, madam?\"\n\n*He is obviously apprehensive towards the lady, not just by her charming nature, but by his own naive nature. He then grabs a bag from his pocket, and puts the bag on the table, sitting across from her.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*A light curvature of her lip would signify her offer of a smile up towards him, noticing the blush he gave while also finding mild amusement at his introduction. He didn't really have a reason to approach her did he? It seemed he mentioned looking for someone similar to herself, but Melody supposed she wasn't exactly what he was looking for, unless he was beginning to ask her questions out of his own suspicion of whoever this supposed person he's looking for may be.\n\nNevertheless, the Centaur didn't mind small talk to distract her from her own thoughts for a while. She'd have to leave to get some rest sooner or later, so what's a conversation with one of the patrons here?*\"You're from Kadho?\"*She'd ask him, raising an eyebrow to speculate curiosity.*\"I'm from Mentia.\"*There was a little joy in her tone in finding someone that lived close to the region and, upon hearing his knowledge towards the war, she could only assume the place had its own troubles with it as well.*\n\n\"Couldn't completely escape the warfare either, hm?\"*She'd ask him in such casualness as if it were a typical topic of discussion from those residing in the countries. Melody would watch as he'd take a seat across from her upon asking who she was.*\"My name's Melody Vander, local Bounty Hunter.\"*She'd say in introduction to him.*\"It's nice to meet you Mattheld. I'm assuming you must be on some case about some figure?\"*She'd say, almost as a tease in reference to her previous line of work in law enforcement. Melody had to track down criminals of her own upon completing training. Though it was more of her just going out and finding them rather than actual tracking. It did leave her curious, however, when something like it was brought up, even if it may just be him looking for some missing friend or family member.*" }, { "author": "Mattheld", "message": "*Mattheld's right eyebrow rose in awe: he, indeed, found the right person that he was looking for. Emerald eyes, Deer-like speckled skirt, a Bounty Hunter from Mentia, all of which perfectly matched the person's identity described by a friend of his that could help him in the present. He thus opened the bag, casually placing down two trinkets, a map, and a compass. She might have the wrong idea, however, so he decided to take the high road rather than play low.*\n\n\"Well, my family's lineage is well-known in the Kadho Region for it's Mercenaries. I grew bored of the work there: too many lowly quests, so I branched out here. Say, you're ***Exactly*** The right person that I need to talk to you. These trinkets are old family heirlooms of mine, ones that belonged to my father before he passed. My brother told me the day he died to find a person named Melody: Emerald green eyes, Deer-like speckled skirt, and a Mentian Bounty Hunter at that as well. I need you to help me find something, more or less someone, to help my mother. She is ill as of the last time she wrote to me, and it's uncurable... To get straight to the point, I need you to help me find a Bandit and bring him to justice.\"\n\n*Mattheld began shaking in the chair, yelling for a waitress while shaking in fear, worry, and sadness. He gives his usual order, and awaits her response.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody thought it over for a moment. The situation was a head scratcher to say the least.*\"Huh, didn't know my name got out that far across Mentia...\"*She'd say, mostly to herself in her own wonder of what she could particularly do that other more empowered law officials and bounty hunters couldn't. It was strange in her eyes, but surely she couldn't pass up the opportunity of catching a criminal on the run.*\"So you need help, finding a bandit to help... Cure your sick mother who is ill from something incurable...?\"*She'd ask him in a tone that suggested the oddity of the request. It was probably the biggest one since she's gotten to Salvania, especially looking at all the heirlooms, map, and compass he had placed down.\n\nShe'd glance back up to him, noticing him shaking from perhaps a sense fear and would instead give a calm sigh in returning, assuming a more professional stance under the eye of a troubled client.*\"Well sir, it seems you've traveled quite far just to find me. I'm honored that your brother saw me as being the one to be able to help, but are you quite sure I'm the one you're looking for? I'm sure there are several law officials around with better jurisdiction than me sir. I've only just gotten here after all.\"*Melody didn't think it would be so hard to catch one bandit, but with the potential of them going across countries and involving a family member, this suggested a more personal issue with questionable legality for her to involve with if not having the right permissions to do so. Nevertheless, Melody wasn't the one to not help someone in need, so after a while, she would ask him another question.*\"Do you happen to have any information on the culprit?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Oh sir, there's no need. It's not always about the money y'know?\"*She'd say, tilting her head up at him.*\"I wouldn't mind trying this case out. If you say they were reported to be on Salvanian lands we can ask around to figure out where he was last seen.\"*She'd make a mental note to herself of what the man looked like. For a bandit leader to be running about in the country, she was sure that would at least warrant some concern for the officials. There wasn't much time to waste for it however, if his mother was as sick as he says.*\"I'll have to try my best to look around. Salvanian is a large country, that is unless you meant the Capitol, then maybe I can at least have a point of origin to start looking.\"*Though she doubted that a bandit leader would be roaming the Capitol, there was always a potential of him disguising himself amongst others. She just needed to question those who said they had last seen him.*" }, { "author": "Mattheld", "message": "\"Well then, I suppose that the main premises of the Capital might be a place to start. Recently I've heard rumors of caravans being raided and their goods being stolen by possibly bandits. If anything might be a clue, that might be a place to start. The last person I heard that from told me that a Guildmaster in the Capital might have some insight on what might've happened. I hope that you're not too busy, because this might be a long one, but if anything, if we are successful, we might be in it for the long haul.\"\n\n*Mattheld thus grabs the map, the trinkets, and the compass from the map, and starts directing the compass in the way that the forest is, seeing if his suspicions are true about the bandits. He ponders about the true cause of why the bandits might be robbing from caravans that pass through the capital itself. His eyes peel towards a specific place in the woods that might be a prime target for either kidnappings, robberies, and/or straight-up slaughters. He thus brings that to the attention of Melody as well.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would give a dip of her head, realizing that she might not get much sleep this night. Nevertheless, if this case was bound to happen this soon, then she would have to jump in immediately.*\"Then we should head to the Guildmaster first.\"*She'd say, coming to stand up while letting her hands plant themselves on the table.*\"Any clue as to where he might be? Surely it shouldn't be too far traveling on foot from here.\"\n\n*In all honesty, Melody wasn't quite sure how far it might be, but with Matthelf gathering things up, it appeared he was about ready to go. As he brought up a spot in the woods that may be a good place to search, Melody would give a quick nod. It seemed they may have two options, but if they could intercept another potential attack, then it would be better to head there first in that case.*\"We should search there first then and report to the Guildmaster if we aren't able to find anything.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Mattheld", "message": "\"It has been about 2 or so weeks ever since they raided our village, however, these bandits aren't your ordinary bandits... They're summons. A lady had attacked our village after my father and others within the village itself had decided not to pay debts to her, so she summoned soldiers from bandits all the way to mounted knights: Furthermore, with almost definite certainty, I can confirm that this lady is a Summoner... That's why I have brought a friend here all the way from Upper Mentia. I hope that you two can get along with each other, even though she has quite the knack and ominous presence, but she's a strong, nice gal. Anyways, we should start heading to bed to head out tomorrow morning: we don't want to be caught out in the dark too long, especially in parts like these.\"\n\n*Mattheld finishes his meal and grabs a small bag of silver, enough to pay for not just his meal but Melody's meal as well as a bit extra for the waitress as a tip.*\n\n\"Please, Melody, allow me to give you my greatest thanksgiving for helping me find justice in this cruel world by at least paying for your food.\"\n\n*The Mercenary thus whistles over the waitress, and hands her the bag of silver coins.*\n\n\"This should be enough for not only our meals, but a good tip for you, m'lady. I humbly thank you for showing us your greatest hospitality.\"\n\n*Mattheld gets up from his seat of the booth into the isle and bows in front of the lady, tilting his upper body forward while keeping his arms and lower body straight. He then finishes his bow and walks up to Melody, awaiting to see if she is alright.*\n\n\"Well then. I also believe that we should wait until tomorrow until we plan out our strategy and tactics before we just barge into combat, if we can at all. My friend is just outside, however, I believe she has been keeping overwatch on us ever since we've been talking in here. Shall we head to an inn for some rest?\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Oh, you don't have to do that... I-\"*She soon found herself cut off as Mattheld began getting out of his seat to bow to her and speak his gratitude. Melody wanted to tell them that she wasn't really planning on eating much, though with him already spending the money, she seemed to be defeated on that debate.\n\nShe'd listen to him speak about his friend coming here to help out as well and how they should wait until tomorrow with the information he already had prior. Typically Melody wouldn't have mind going out in the wake of night, but with her knowing little of this person and where this trail would lead, she figured it would be best to continue things in broad daylight.*\n\n\"I would be glad to meet your friend.\"*She'd say, getting up and doing a light curtesy to him in response. It was much easier to do when in Macen form, though if she was a Centaur, she could have found a way.*\"I think it would be best to get some rest while we can. I've already settled on paying for a room here for the night, so I'll be up and ready at first light or whenever you two feel it's best to set out.\"*Melody would give a light nod.*" }, { "author": "Mattheld", "message": "\"Great! Alright, then why don't we rest up for the night and get things started early and bright? I hope that we can finally see what is actually going on behind the scenes... Oh, Sarah!\"\n\n*Mattheld whistles for Sarah as he exits the door, giving her a curtesy himself. The crew thus heads off for the night, preparing themselves for the day to come.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would be taking a seat in one of the booths in the tavern, one leg crossing the other. Oddly enough, the Centaur appeared to be assuming a Macen-like appearance, most likely to make it easier for her to sit in the bar especially with all its patrons. She had a piece of paper in front of her, that she seemed to be filling out for the time being only to glance over to see Uku looking around. As his gaze would meet hers, a faint smile would appear on her face as she'd offer a wave back to him.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "Checkmate!! Someone!! And with PAPERWORK too oh boy.\nUku would walk over and take a peek over her shoulder at what she was filling out.\n\"Watcha got there? Filling out paperwork in a bar? Not a usual sight!\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Hello.\"*She'd say, offering a dip of her head in greeting as Uku would come stand behind her.*\"Just some housing work.\"*The Centaur would say to him, finding amusement in his brief curiosity before gesturing to the empty seat where he could sit down at.*\"I've been looking to become a resident here for some time so now. I just have to get some paper work filled out before visiting the office again.\"*She'd refocus her gaze on him after temporarily glancing back down at the paper.*\"Who might you be, good sir? I haven't quite seen an Uzhi in a long while.\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "He smiles to her and takes a seat next to her.\n\"You know, I'm a lawyer myself, buy me a drink and I'll give your paper a free look over to make sure you aren't getting tricked into anything.\"\nHe nods to himself.\n\"I'm Yughotta, Yughotta Friend, and yeah, I get that a lot.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Well it wouldn't be so free if I was buying you a drink now would it?\"*She'd tease back to him before sitting up more straight in her seat so that she could focus on him for the time being.*\"I'm Melody Vander. Local Bounty Hunter. You said you were a lawyer, right? Do you typically have your clients pay in drinks?\"*She'd question jokingly.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"It's like when you buy an apple and get the second one free. Just buy me a drink and I'll give this a free lookover, and it depends how thirsty I am.\"\nHe chuckles \n\"Nice to meet you, Melody, or Ms Vander?\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"I guess that's fair enough.\"*She'd say back, deciding to peel her hands away from the paperwork she was filling out for now to allow a short break in it. Melody will have it ready by tomorrow either way.*\"You can just call me Melody.\"*She'd say with a quiet laugh.*\"I'm not on duty or anything right now, but with any luck, once I fill this out, I'll begin working towards that. This is just for housing mainly. It took a while to get things done while I was out so I just decided to take it back with me and turn it in the next day.\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"You must have a lot of potential 'clients' to take up a residence around here. Last time I checked, bounty hunting was a very nomad type lifestyle.\"\nHe will check out the paper scanning it over for anything sketchy.." }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Well... I'm only bounty hunting for now until I can get a more proper job at a guild. I've been hoping to become captain of a guard one day, but in the time being I've just been using bounty hunting as a way to earn money until then. I've already been notified of a place I can join, so I'm hoping to get a place to stay at before then. Nothing sketchy in there right?\"*She'd explain, asking the last part more teasingly about her housing contract.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"I'll take one of your finest cups of wine good sir.\"\nHe smiles to the waiter \n\"No drinking from you?\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"I like to typically stay sober, especially when I have a lot to work on for settling here.\"*She'd say before looking over to the Waiter.*\"Some water would be nice though. I have some training to do tomorrow.\"*With the waiter taking their order and soon leaving, Melody would resume signing the paper before eventually placing it back down in the bag she carried.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"So is that the only reason you came down here or are you doing anything else around here?\"\nHe tilts his head a bit quizzically." }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Well I'm staying here for the night until I'm able to secure a more permanent place to stay. Since this tavern has an inn I can just sleep here for most nights until then. Not the best set up, but things will change once I turn this paperwork in.\"*She'd explain.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Ah...\"\nHe nods to himself.\n\"That makes more sense. I forget this place has an Inn. Honestly, I forget a lot about this place.\"\nHe chuckles.\n\"My kind is known for not being able to handle their alcohol.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Is that why you drink?\"*She'd ask more curiously. The Centaur didn't often hear of Uzhi, them seemingly being as uncommon to find as a number of other races around here. Though it was rather strange of why he did it with that sort of stereotype flying around.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Are you asking me if I drink to get drunk...?\"\nHe tries to hold back laughter" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would pause for a moment, taking a time to realize that that was exactly what she was asking. Eventually she'd let out her own laugh at the ridiculousness of it.*\"I guess I am.\"*She'd say quieting to a simple chuckle as she'd relax her head on her hand, having her elbow propped against the table.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Why yes. I do think I drink to get drunk. Are you sure you haven't had anything tonight?\"\nHe chuckles" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Nothing besides this workload to get through to become a resident here.\"*She'd give a tired sigh.*\"I'll be much happier once I've completely settled and found a guild to join. Between traveling to get here and trying to figure everything out, it's been pretty tiring stuff.\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Yeah, I can imagine. I'm on the road most of the time too. Trust me, it may sound nice to just sit in one place, but man does it get boring.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Oh I don't plan on sitting in one place for too long. Once I've secured a job at the guild, it'll be long days of catching criminals for me.\"*She'd let out a quiet giggle.*\"Nothing more fun than chasing down wanted felons.\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"You seem awfully confident about that. You trained in this kind of stuff or are you just going in head first?\nHe tilts his head" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"You can say that. I've worked in law enforcement back in Mentia, but I've decided that I wanted to go a bit bigger than that, so I just decided to take on bounty hunting for a while and that's been going well enough. I'd say a guild would be another step in the right direction at the rate I'm going at.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Well, you tend to get into a bit of trouble with those businesses. If you happen to need legal council, an advisor or a friend, you can always come stop by my office in town.\"\nHe takes out a piece of wood with his credentials burned into it u know the gist at this point." }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Oh? Where might that be?\"*She'd ask in question of where his office was in town. The Centaur would look down at the piece of would, tilting her head to the side.*\"Am I... Supposed to keep the whole piece of wood?\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"You can! I got a bunch of those burnt out.\"\nIt would be pretty small, around the size of a playing card.\n\"And it's near the entrance to the city, pretty good place to be spotted.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Well I'll give you credit. This is probably one of the most unique pitches I've seen since I've been here.\"*She'd say, deciding to put the piece of wood into her bag for the time being. By then the waiter would finally make their way over to deliver their simple beverage orders before leaving them be once more. With most paperwork out of the way, Melody would quickly take a sip from her water before glancing back towards Uku.*\"I'll try to remember that. With any luck it won't come down to legal trouble, but having to enforce the law always has its moments of conflict.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"My business is pretty unique on purpose. It's all about image and standing out!\"\nHe smiles and takes a sip of his wine, his face crinkling a little bit.\n\"Mmm, really need to get used to the taste of this for when I'm gonna be dining with nobles. But yes, do remember me, you can always come visit for any kind of legal advice or otherwise.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*She'd let out a quiet laugh at his side comment of dining with nobles, asking:*\"I'm guessing you must get a lot of famous patrons with that confidence.\"*Melody would take another sip of her water, quickly finishing the glass from her own thirst after a long day of walking and training.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"It's something I'm building up to. None at the moment, but that's the end game. You know how many squabbles nobles have? Enough to get me my own keep.\"\nHe chuckles" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Can't say I have too often.\"*She'd say.*\"That's a bit higher up than the field I work in, y'know? But I can say I have a decent idea after the events that go on in Mentia.\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"The events that go on in Mentia? Refresh my memory a bit on those if you could.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Haven't heard of the war that's been ravaging the country for like... Well forever it feels at this point. I'm not too involved with it, but I've taken on law enforcement in the smaller areas of the countryside whenever I could. It makes me feel like I at least can help those who may not feel as safe in their homeland.\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"I am from an island about half the world away from all of this, so I'm mostly picking it up as I go.\"\nHe nods and takes another sip of his wine" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"It's alright.\"*She'd say with a smile, soon letting out a quiet yawn from her own exhaustion.*\"The war is practically an old tale to those uninvolved in it. It's a shame how long it's gone on for, but can really help where you can y'know?\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Yeah, I don't really plan to get wrapped up in anything that bad. Mostly just bickering between nobles of who owns what and what the other did.\"\nHe nods" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"I try to avoid it as well, but never know what you'll get into with law enforcement. Sometimes people like to get creative and next thing you know you're in deeper than you realize. I guess that's what makes it all the more fun though. You ever had interesting clients you had to work for?\"*She'd ask curiously.*\"Besides the bickering nobles of course, I'm sure there's not a dull moment with them.\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Yeah that's why you gotta get a law enforcement job as close to the capital as possible, and then just hope you don't get raided.\"\nHe nods\n\"I've worked a lot of... Very interesting cases. Just had one the other day where I was helping a woman get an amulet she was being scammed for, and it ended up the merchant wasn't even actually the man he said he was. That the actual merchant was killed awhile back and he was just someone with disguise magic taking his place and there's this big leader who does that to other people and hoo boy was not expecting getting into all that.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Disguise magic?\"*Melody would say, musing at the thought of it.*\"I can say I've had a quite bit of experience with that.\"*While it was true that magic typically made cases harder to work around, Melody had found use in using magic herself, especially with her taking the form of a Macen currently rather than the Centaur she was. That was more for convenience in maneuverability rather than trying to hide. Not many places were built for a Centaur.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Oh, you do?\"\nHe tilts his head curiously at that.\n\"Tell me then, is there anyway to spot someone using that? Any easy tricks or anything?\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would think on it a bit.*\"I've read somewhere there's this form of magic that allows people to detect whenever magic is being used. It would help a lot in the workforce, but I can't quite recall where I've read it from. My guess is the higher ups typically use it for the more dangerous tasks like dealing with a powerful mage or a well developed gang of criminals.\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Hmmm, that definitely seems useful, I'll have to check that out. Would be good just in general to know who has magic on them.\"\nHe pauses for a second\n\"And... Why exactly do you have experience in disguise magic?\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Well... I'm not exactly a Macen.\"*She'd say with a quiet laugh. It was often she was met with surprise whenever changing between forms, but there were times when she forgot that people didn't even know of her being a centaur. Hopefully that would change with her getting her own place. Taverns weren't exactly the best place for her to fit into, quite literally.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Oh. Huh.\"\nHe pauses\n\"So what are you?\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"A centaur, or at least a fae in disguise I guess you can consider it. I mainly take this form whenever visiting places that may not be so well-made for centaurs if you get what I mean, but it does have other uses.\"*She'd explain.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"So... It's more for convenience rather than an actual disguise?\"\nHe seems a bit surprised\n\"I guess most things are not built for centaurs...\"\nHe chuckles" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*She'd give a light nod.*\"I'd have that changed, but sadly things like that take longer than what it's worth when I can just become this.\"*She'd say.*\"It would explain the lack of seeing many centaurs around here though.\"" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"That... Definitely makes sense. You know, if I get into a position of power, I'll try and make things centaur friendly.\"\nHe smiles" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Consider it my first request then as a client.\"*She'd say back, soon glancing outside after.*\"I should probably get some rest soon. Big day tomorrow with turning in this paperwork and getting settled in my home, but it would be nice to meet up again. Maybe I'll go visit your office and put that request in officially.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"Well, I thank you again for the wine, Miss Vander. But do tell me, is the pretty face part of the disguise?\"\nHe smiles" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*She'd come to stand up, glancing down towards him with amusement in her gaze at his comment.*\"You'll have to see for yourself whenever I come and visit.\"*The Centaur would tease.*\"I do so hope your office is accommodated for Centaurs such as myself. Otherwise you'll be seeing this Macen form a lot more often.\"*Melody would wink at him, grabbing her bag as she'd turn away and head off to her room upstairs.*" }, { "author": "Uku Spurfie (Yughotta Friend)", "message": "\"I definitely don't mind seeing more of it... And I'll get some centaur accommodations, hey maybe even some hay.\"\nHe jokes with her and waved her off" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would glance back towards him, a slight falter in her smile at his last comment. Some things really didn't seem to change between people here it seemed. Though the initial smile faded away from the joke, Melody would wave back to him before vanishing from sight up the stairs.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would find herself relaxing in one of the seats within the tavern, her centaur half replaced with Macen legs in her finding it much easier to find a seat inside this way. It had been a long day of patrolling and, as she had decided to visit the marketplace later, she figured the tavern wouldn't be such a bad place to get a nice dinner before returning home. A waiter would make their way over, bringing her a sort of fruit drink before whatever meal it was she ordered. She'd thank them, taking a sip from the glass in finding herself silently watching the other patrons. It was only a few weeks ago that she had moved here and even now she couldn't help but people watch from time to time in meeting all kinds of people here.*" }, { "author": "Jikouji Nene", "message": "*Travelling was somewhere between exciting and annoying to Jikou.* \n\n*As the young woman made her way into the tavern she found herself assaulted by noise and light that contrasted harshly with the softening sky outside. Gritting her teeth, the woman pushed her way in, her sailors clothing and weapons warning off anyone attempting to flirt with her as she looked for and failed to find any of her crew. She cursed in her native language at failing to find them, instead forced to find a seat near the bar as she glanced over the crowd and did her best not to look as though her primary source of income was violence. Perhaps a glass of tea would help her calm down.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would silently watch as the woman would make her way into the tavern, coming to sit at the bar that wasn't too far from where Melody was sitting. From looks alone, it seemed like this woman wasn't wanting to be bothered, though Melody had to admit it was one of her first times seeing an Oni out here. She'd tilt her head back curiously, offering a light wave to the woman.*\"Hello there.\"*She'd say, her more calm a major contrast to Jikouji's current annoyance.*" }, { "author": "Jikouji Nene", "message": "*As Jikou ordered her tea she did her best not to look around the room a second time, no reason to draw too much attention when she was the only Oni in sight anyways. At Melody's sudden statement the woman just shy of leapt from her seat, head whipping around to face the woman. She really needed to tamp down those instincts, she chided herself with the faintest of blushes as she felt the cup of tea push against her hand.* \n\n\"Can I help you?\" *The woman asked with the faintest hint of hautiness, raising the cup of tea to her lips and grimacing at the foreign taste. She should have known this far west they wouldn't know how to make it right. Served her right for trusting a random inn keeper. Regardless, she had to focus on Melody instead, studying the centaur with macen legs and moving to rest her free hand on her katana on instinct more than for actual violence.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would hold her hands up, mostly defensively in the woman's reaction to the greeting.*\"Sorry. Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you. You just seemed to not be in the best of moods and I'd figure-\"*She paused, watching the woman grimace upon receiving her tea. It probably was a bad idea to press her too hard.*\"Well I figured you could use the company anyhow.\"*Her gaze would slowly lower to the hilt of the weapon she kept her hand on, soon saying:*\"Company you aren't preferring to kill that is.\" *She kept it as a mental note, the enforcer side of her reminding her to keep ready in case things went south with the pestered woman. She didn't want to start anything in the tavern, things never ended well with such.*\"I'm Melody. What might your name be miss?\"" }, { "author": "Jikouji Nene", "message": "*Jikou forced herself to calm down as Melody raised her hands, reminding herself where she was and that unlike in Amongko things weren't lawless here. Sighing, the woman half turned towards Melody, sipping from her tea as she talked. She blushed in embarrasement as the woman's eyes drifted towards her hand, removing it from the hilt and shaking her head as she swallowed another sip of the tea.* \"Hardly worth the trouble to kill anyone here anyways.\" *She grumbled more to herself than Melody.* \"Jikouji, Jikou works fine.\" *She said with a surprisingly faint accent.* \"Just stopping through here I'm told.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Nice to meet you Jikouji.\"*She'd say with a light dip of her head. Melody could tell she must have been foreign what with her accent and lack of being able to relax. That or something had happened in her past to make her that way. Either way, Melody figured at least one of them would have to be more calm so she was willing to do such.*\"Stopping through? Where are you headed?\"*She'd ask more curiously, raising the glass to her mouth as she'd sip from her drink in waiting of an answer.*" }, { "author": "Jikouji Nene", "message": "*As Melody nodded to her Jikouji turned back towards the bar, glancing around at others in the tavern as she took another sip of the tea. Why was she bothering with the drink. Apparently they weren't done discussing yet though, and she turned back to fully face Melody with a sigh, moving her hand to her belt loop to keep it from straying towards her weapons again.* \"Here, there. Trading and escort along the coast. My business is just keeping the crew in line and helping when required. Captain doesn't share what we don't need.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Oh so you work more along the sea?\"*She'd ask, watching her sip from the tea after the initial grimace of it.*\"Would you like to try what I'm having?\"*She'd eventually ask her in reference to her own drink.*\"It probably won't carry the same flavor of what you're drinking, but it has a nice sweet taste to it if you care for something different.\"" }, { "author": "Jikouji Nene", "message": "*Jikouji nodded at Melody's question, not bothering to add anything to along the sea. In her mind being armed to the teeth should probably have been a dead giveaway, then again, it seemed many people in this inn were. Perhaps she should have listened more closely when the captain was trying to bring her up on current events in the area.* \"I suppose it can't be any worse than this affront to tea.\" *She said after a moment's hesitation, setting her cup down and holding her hand out as if for Melody's glass.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would open her mouth, about to say that she could just order the woman her own one, but seeing as she was nearly finished with it anyways, she would silently give up the glass for the woman to enjoy to her own leisure. Melody would slide the drink over, merely sitting in waiting for a moment for the woman to give it a try as it seemed she wasn't too keen on Melody asking her questions.*" }, { "author": "Jikouji Nene", "message": "*Mindless of her misunderstanding of the woman's meaning, Jikou raised the glass to her nose, lips curling in what was likely confusion and possibly disdain as she sniffed at the strange drink. Then she took a sip, letting it roll around in her mouth as she considered it for frankly far too long.* \"Better than their tea.\" *She said after long consideration, setting the now empty glass down and flagging the tender over to order herself and Melody new glasses.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Glad you like it.\"*She'd say with a light smile. Melody decided to take that as the drink being good enough in her eyes with her finishing what was left. Well she hadn't spit it out yet at least anyways.*\"Is this your first time visiting a tavern here?\"*She'd ask.*" }, { "author": "Jikouji Nene", "message": "*While not quite smiling, Jikou did seem to be warming up to Melody, as much as someone could after meeting in a tavern in a foreign country. She wasn't quite smiling but she at least wasn't checking the woman for signs of literally stabbing her in the back as their new drinks were delivered.* \"First time this far West.\" *She admitted after a moment's hesitation, raising the new drink to her lips with less indignation than before.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would take her own new glass, deciding one more drink wouldn't be so bad for the day before she had to eventually head back home.*\"It is? Well there's quite a lot of countries further West if you're much of a traveler.\"*Seeing as Melody came from Mentia, the idea that anywhere in Salvainia would be considered far west was strange in her eyes.*" }, { "author": "Jikouji Nene", "message": "*Jikouji swirling her glass, watching the fruity concoction spin as Melody talked before yet again looking over the room for either threats or her crewmen.* \"And north and south and east as well.\" *Jikou noted before taking another sip.* \"I prefer somewhere I can see the water, but with the chaos in your lands it seems much will happen away from it.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Well I don't know about any countries further East, but yeah you have it pretty much on the dot. You can most likely travel North and follow the coastline around to the East, but I'm guessing things must not be going so well in your homelands?\"*She'd question.*" }, { "author": "Jikouji Nene", "message": "*A thin face that may well have been a smirk crossed Jikouji's lips at Melody's agreement, preening? Perhaps, but she seemed to appreciate the minor bump to her self worth. At the mention of her homeland she practically scoffed and took a much deeper drink from her glass.* \"Amongko,\" *She said derisively.* \"Is the same it has been for hundreds of yours. Your foreign wars simply pay better.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"I guess I can understand that. You see I'm from North Mentia. It seems like my country is always at war. I've tried to help with efforts in enforcement work around smaller towns, but came here for better opportunities.\"*She'd take a sip of her own drink, relishing it slightly less than the first one, but still finding it enjoyable either way.*\"What are things like in your home country?\"" }, { "author": "Jikouji Nene", "message": "*Jikou was suddenly aware of just how different her life was from Melody's. Where Jikou, when presented with blatant crime dove into it willingly, it seemed Melody had gone the opposite direction.* \"Amongko has long degenerated past open combat save on the water.\" *She said simply, really not wrong considering how much fighting between the lords was based on navies.* \"Avoid sailing past if you can.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Hmm...\"*She would hum quietly.*\"Well I'll try my best. I mainly plan on staying in Salvainia for the most part, but with my new job at the guild, there's not telling where I'd be needed if it's somewhere outside of this country.\"*The Centaur would gradually sip the rest of her drink, sliding her empty glass out in front of her for the bartender to collect.*\"But if it's just as good... I'll try to be careful around there, how's that sound?\"" }, { "author": "Jikouji Nene", "message": "*As Melody was finishing her drink Jikou finished hers, sliding it next to the Centaur's and studying the bartender as he bustled past them.* \"Likely enough to at least not be cornered in any given alleyway.\" *The sailor concedes, studying her nails before sighing and turning back to face the door.* \"I should hunt down my compatriots, they should have beaten me here.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*She'd give an understanding dip of her head.*\"I wish you luck with finding them.\"*Melody would say.*\"Oh hey, and if you ever get some free time, you should check out the city more. There's a lot of things to explore here outside of this tavern. Just, consider it an escape from the troubles of your hometown if ever need be.\"" }, { "author": "Jikouji Nene", "message": "\"I... Appreciate the recommendation.\" *Jikou said, pushing herself from her stool and shifting weapons and gear around on her person from where sitting had pushed them to the sides.* \"Fair winds and light waves to you.\" *She said, a traditional sailors greeting or something to that effect as she made her way towards the door, pausing once to look back at Melody before turning and pulling the door closed behind her.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*A glass of cider would be poured into the Fricharii's glass before he'd wave the waiter away, relaxing back in the booth that he sat in within a tavern he often visited in Salvainia. With his horse put away at the stables and his wolf being given his meal for the day, the Elf could now enjoy some time to rest. A colorful glow would make its way through the windows of the establishment, marking the day's near end with the sun just about setting over the horizon. It was around this time of the day, that Terrel would often find himself taking the time off from his Mercenary duties and chores with all the pets he kept. He'd lower his hand down to Floof, giving the now full grown wolf a nice scratch behind his ears were he lied dozing at the man's feet. \n\nFloof was always the favorite of the bunch of wolves, always there for him since his travels were just beginning. Now he found himself finding places to settle in more so as not to have to bring his pets along for all his dangerous adventures. It was costly, but he made it work just enough for him to be able to continue traveling while having a place to return to by day's end. This wasn't one of those days, however. There were times when he'd simply decide to stay within the city with the things it provided. Casually, the Elf would take the glass of cider, sipping from it in relishing it's sharp taste as he'd watch the sun lower behind the landscape.*" }, { "author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza", "message": "Ryza was humming to himself, he was quite a bit satisfied today, finally managing to shrug off his reclusive self and chatting with a few of his colleagues and acquaintances, mostly about the ongoing war in Mentia and the Beastkin states, though some of those acquaintances did made quite offensive remarks about the barbarity of those northern dwellers, something quite prevalent in his people, a sense of superiority that he never truly grasp. \n\nWhen he walked into the tavern, the bartender already knew what his order was, and gave a slight nod before scurrying off to the back to fetch a bottle of imported Runran white wine. The man himself slowly quietens his humming as he sees a familiar faces from months ago, the posture, the attire and the aura, Floof also.\n\nHe smiled and made his way to the booth.\n\n\"Long time no see, Terrel was it not?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would pause for a short moment, a slight sense a familiarity in the man's voice as he'd turn to look over at him. Where had he met this man before? It had taken a few seconds from him to fully grasp the memory. Yes, the Elven man trying to paint in the middle of the night. Terrel had really seen quite a few strange sights that night. He'd lower his glass back onto the table, a grin forming on what was visible of his face.*\"I'd say long enough to assume I wouldn't be seeing you again anytime soon. What have you been up to this whole time?\"*He would respond. It was how most went with those he randomly met in his days. Only few occurrences led him to meeting up with them more often than he'd originally suspect. It was a rarity, but perhaps the coincidental encounters weren't so bad.\n\nFloof would look up at Ryza's approach, ears now on high alert as he'd take a moment to sniff at him before catching the familiar scent and relaxing once more. Oh how he's grown since they've last met. But a wolf didn't forget a scent so easily.*\"Care to sit?\"*Terrel would ask more causally, gesturing to the empty seat across from him before he'd reclaim his once discarded drink to sip from it again.*" }, { "author": "achallor", "message": "\"Gladly,\"\n\nRyza sat down and would began petting Floof under the table and chuckling to himself, shuffling his gaze from the floor to the young man in front of him.\n\n\"Nothing much of note, as monotonous as ever, especially in contrast to the stories you'd have, am i right?\" He grins. \n\n\"I finished the painting i promised you a long time ago, it just quite hard to track a man like you especially when you are of meandering and wandering the continent, heh.\" He continues rubbing the wolf hair gently.\n\n\"Although, I've been a bit more busy in my social life than before, so that's something, been chatting with new people every night in taverns across the country—Whilst trying to prepare for a trip to Mentia, could say it's a holiday, j guess.\"\n\n\"What about you?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Floof would lower his head back to the ground under the man's pats, soon curling back up to doze off once more. Terrel would shift his focus to the Lathian. He was one of the few, Terrel could seemingly get along with. However his trend of bad Lathian encounters had only begun in the months past him meeting this one. Perhaps over the years his luck has dwindled as his fortune grew.*\"Can't help myself.\"*He'd say with a smile.*\"What's a pig that doesn't wander if not just simple livestock?\"*It seemed his travel lust was far from over. In fact it had only seem to grow in time to him discovering new things. While the constant jump from place to place left him weary, the end result typically carried enough fortune to keep at it for the time being.*\n\n\"Not much, just off collecting reward and fighting off too many things to keep track of. Normal Mercenary stuff.\"*He'd answer with a shrug.*\"I've been straying from it time to time to do my own thing though. How different the two lives were, but he would have suspected nothing more from an artist he had only met once before. In being told that the painting was finished, it had finally crossed his mind of Ryza promising it once before. Trying to feign his forgetfulness, he'd say more simply:*\"Are you now? So when do I get to see it?\"" }, { "author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza", "message": "Before Ryza had the time to respond one of the Bartender made their way to the table and served him the bottle of cold Runran white wine in an lavish cup, the Lathian smiled and gave them a tip of silver coins before they hurried off to tend to the other patrons needs.\n\n\"Aye, you still remember where my estate is right? Close to the sea—over the hill? Near the coast just a bit away from Vuni and near Dhusaf, you can just go in and take it for yourself, Iliana still remembers you, i think,\"\n\nHe took a sip from his cup and looked outside to the twilight sky.\n\n\"Anytime, really, i wish i can accompany you tonight or tomorrow but i have some urgent things to attend to. . .\"\n\nHe shuffled his gaze back towards Terrel, trying to discern his emotions currently.\n\n\"—I heard Middle Mentia has been moving up arms with Upper Mentia against the Beastkin warlords, and that quite the host of mercenaries have been employed by Silnarian and Mentian to do battle in their interest, have you done any contracts for either side of the conflict?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Just about.\"*Terrel would say, digging up the faint memory of its direction the night he decided to stay there for a short while before continuing on with his travels once more. With Ryza saying he'd want to accompany him, Terrel would simply say:*\"So any time except tonight or tomorrow.\"*He'd scratch at his jaw, just past where the small bit of stubble managed to grow in an otherwise smooth face.*\"I suppose I'll be around Salvania for a bit in that case if you'd prefer it.\"\n\n*Being told about the conflict with Mentia and asked if he's done any contracts with a side, the Silnari would give a shake of his head.*\"Can't say I have.\"*He'd answer. While it was true enough in him not paying much attention to the war efforts going on in Mentia. It would be a partial lie to say he's never done something in accordance to it. Mainly just a free looting trip for him before another group could get it, but that was a short story for another time.*\"Not that I care much of participating.\"*While most Mercenaries would seemingly jump onboard in participating in the warfare, the Elf hadn't found any good reason to. He gets paid enough as it is without needing to support an army full of people who couldn't end a war several years ago. It was those reasons that he's stopped keeping up with it.*\"I'm guessing that's what's keeping you busy?\"*He'd question him.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza", "message": "\"Mhm, with the war looming from the background many mercenaries and raiders have been trying to bid their time in the moon looting and pillaging villages in the region—moreover the reports of crimes have been intensifying since then, crime barons, petty warlords and whoever decided this is their sweet time to exploit other's suffering. I'm sure you wouldn't do that right? You're a good man, even as a sword-for-hire,\" He would nod solemnly, savouring the taste of his wine before turning his gaze to the night sky again.\n\n—I suppose even if you did, you don't have any choice do you? Hypothetically of course, I wouldn't even put anything against you if you did, that what some people need to get by, I can't say i was much different in my younger years,\"\n\nHe furrowed his eyebrows and refilled the now empty cup with the bottle given to him, quite absent mindedly, before taking a shot and putting it away.\n\n\"The difference between me and them was that i was glorified while they were seen as nothing more but thieves.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*His fingers would individually tap along the surface of the table, listening to the man speak about the opportunistic mercenaries looking to pillage and make a quick buck out of the war with it taking over a good potion of the countries. Times like this Terrel found himself to be more glad that he was wearing a mask. It kept other Elves from reading into his expressions too much in guessing what he was thinking. Maybe he was the kind of person to go out and run off with the loot of a dying country, perhaps he was less caring of whatever they may have.*\n\n\"Let me tell you something Ryza as I'm sure at some point in my adventures I was seen as a 'bad' person. Working as a sellsword, I've started to notice a pattern and that's from conflict. If I had to name every time I've been hired to kill a man, it would be enough to just consider myself an assassin by now, but you know what, it doesn't phase me in the slightest. People will always want to get others killed for whatever selfish reasons they may have and I'll just be there to reap the reward of it despite any association with the other group.\"\n\n*He'd take another drink of the Cider, placing the glass back down soon after.*\"This war is hardly any different in my eyes. And if I saw any real reward in participating, I probably would have, but I've come to notice that doing my own thing is a lot more beneficial until I inevitably get whisked in by everyone else trying to collect loot when they can. Stuff like that's just pocket change to me, however. Most people looking to make good money would pillage the higher ups rather than any other village around the area.\"\n\n*His words carried a tone of indifference, mainly in him seeing why these people were called thieves.*\"Thieves are probably the right title.\"*He'd say.*\"Thieves are those that steal from those that couldn't put up much of a fight. If one deserved any better title they would commit to something that's an actual challenge in most peoples' eyes.*" }, { "author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza", "message": "\"Say, if you will, two decades from now on, or even ten years from now, if my age has caught up to me one way or another, what would you be doing? Settle on a mansion somewhere as a potato farmer secluded from others with Floof by your side, continue on working as a mercenary and reap the benefits and reputation of being a prolific warrior or even finally meet someone worth your time and live with them for the rest of your life?\"\n\nHe motioned for another bottle of wine to the bartender while drinking the last of it from his cup, looking under the table for the sleeping wolf half-heartedly.\n\n\"Your reputation precedes you, i know what you have been doing since we met, not the details of course I'm not omniscient but i know what deeds you have done,\" He gave the masked Terrel a stern look, devoid of the warmth he usually gives off.\n\n\"I have read reports of a 'boar-masked warrior' in my office more time than i could count, the world is watching you intently, young man, with malicious or benevolent motive i'm not sure but i know you know yourself what those motives are.\" He gave Terrel a key, made from a good quality metal but nothing too ornate, it looks like a duplicate.\n\n\"That's a spare key to my estate, you are welcome whenever you wish to come, even tonight if you so desire.\"\n\nHe gave a wary smile to the Fricharii, before standing up from the chair and straightening his robe.\n\n\"Your indifference is a double edged weapon, it can kill you or keep you safe, use it wisely and sparingly, but try to be vulnerable to the right people, you can't always be strong, your sword has it's sheath and likewise you have too, you just have to use it. What is the worth of a warrior if he has nothing to lose?\"\n\n\"Open that mask to someone, maybe not now, not in a year, or in five, but find something else to lose that isn't gold, glory or strength. I know you probably hald difficulties finding companions in your kind of field but i know you can, you just never find the reason to.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*So he really has become famous over this past year? Terrel would have ignored the rest of what he said and simply laughed at that fact alone if not for the lack of humor coming from the Lathian. Ah yes of course, leave it to the Lathians to make matters seem more serious than need be. Though the nice touch of the boar-masked warrior wasn't such a bad title. Over time the blatant smile would gradually fade from his face the more Ryza spoke, persistent questions about what he planned to do in the future, several years from now. \n\nHe'd open his mouth to say something, soon shutting it once again in having to think that much over. His ambitions typically went in short spurts, surpassed over time and soon replaced with a new one. He had obtained richness and some sort of news headline as well it seemed, but even now he found himself feeling like he hadn't done much. What would a man such as him do at time like this? Something stupid most likely to be able to have word spread of him so easily, but Ryza did have a point. He had mostly been doing simple job, occasionally participating in bigger ploys to help out a partner or friend of sorts. There was always something to be done in the constant conflict. So what will he be doing years from now? Settle down? Continue fighting in this same constant cycle?\n\nHis focus would shift back towards Ryza in being handed the key to his estate, giving him some sound advice for something he figured would hardly pertain to him. Criticizing his indifference and nudging him towards the idea of finding something in leaving him vulnerable.*\n\n*That much was true, in every story a warrior did have some sort of weakness. Though that weakness brought about their downfall more than anything. The Elf didn't like the idea too much. Sure he had his few companions that he hung out with every now and then, but none that really stuck around long enough for such. People come and go. That's how it's always been, and as much as others like to think otherwise, he may as well be staying in that mansion secluded from most.\n\nHe'd move his hand forward, grabbing the key.*\"You're right. It is hard finding companions with similar motives. Everyone has their own thing that they want to do and to my own guess I'll probably see them once and never again after. Most of the time it's just doing business with them, if I can even get my work done without being pressed about the morals behind the job.\"*It was rare the Elf found anyone who could do a task without concerning about those getting hurt by it. Terrel had stopped caring years ago and perhaps that was part of the reason why. Though nowadays he preferred getting his work done on his own, it was a lot more efficient that way.*\n\n\"Easier said than done. Probably more of an inconvenience if anything...\"*He'd look back over to him.*\"I don't plan on giving up the warrior life for a while though, so who knows? Maybe the predictable won't always happen.\"*The last sentence carried some words of doubt. Even with Ryza's anaology of him being like a double edged sword, one who should one day find someone to be vulnerable around. He'd give a light shake of his head, soon shifting back to a more casualness to it.*\"Perhaps in the coming years I'll make myself remembered.\"*Terrel would say with a chuckle.*\"Still got a lot of years ahead of me and I don't plan on that changing anytime soon.\"" }, { "author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza", "message": "He smiled, the warmth returning to his face once again.\n\n\"I'm not forcing you to do anything, it's but a food for thought, now then! We're in a tavern so why dont we enjoy the night for a little while?\" H gave a quick grin to Terrel and turned his gaze to the bartenders and other patrons.\n\nHe would make a quick ruckus by making a rhythmical percussions in one of the empty table before climbing up and shouts in a commanding yet soothing tone.\n\n**\"I want to make a small announcement everyone, tonight, the foods and drinks are on me!\"**\n\nA roar came alive from the bewildered crowd as they began to cheer, the bartenders giving small nods to Ryza who was seen with a huge and smug grin on his face.\n\n\"Today we celebrate my good friend Terrel and his success! And for me for feeling quite charitable tonight, haha.\"\n\nRyza picked up a lute given to him by one of the bartender that he would string before playing with an vigour, strumming it with intensity that turned into a melody that resembles a mix between Runran and Salvanian styled rhythm.\n\n*Tap, tap, tap.*\n\nThe Lathian would began humming a tune not to dissimilar from the one he did when he entered the tavern.\n\nRyza's music was unique, a nameless genre made from eccentric inspirations all around the continent, weaving it into his own, like a weaver's thread, a harmony of melancholy and joy, old and new sounds from years ago and new tune.\n\nThe music quickly gradually became faster, with his hands moving like a serpent's hand.\n\n*I was all alone, we were young, you were like wine\nHeady as the fog rolling in o'er the hillside\nLovely as the song in the air as the wind blows\nOpiate as the cold of the frost on the windows\nLo, the rose is gone from my eyes, so deceiving\nSo, my little dove, I'm afraid I am leaving\nNow, I am not the fool I was when I was younger\nCrocodile eyes, I have seen how you hunger\nFluttering your lashes, like ashes and embers\nWarm and bright as fire devouring timber\nNo, I cannot trust what you say when you're grieving\nSo, my love, I'm sorry, but still, I am leaving\nEven when you hunt me with ire, relentless\nBatter down my door when you find me defenseless\nI will not abide all your raging and reaving\nI have set my mind and my will, I am leaving*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I suppose so, but what did you have in min-\"*The Elf started to question what he planned on them doing here to enjoy the night, only to find himself being cut off as Ryza would suddenly make an announcement to everyone else in the tavern. Oh god he was actually making a scene. Terrel would slowly bring a hand to his face, holding back a laugh of the ridiculousness of it as the music would start up playing.\n\nHe was never one to make his presence known in places like this especially. Now it seemed this mask was both a blessing and a curse with everyone around to listen. While Ryza would go off in song and dance, Terrel would remain in his seat, deciding to watch from afar with the scene going on before him. He really wasn't joking around was he? Who would have thought that after months apart, this was how there encounter would go. A tea-loving artist to musician in one night.\n\nTerrel would decide to pocket the key for the time being, deciding that he would head over to the estate whenever he had the time to while also leaving a silent reminder to not lose the key prior to then. For now, he could try to enjoy himself. The whole world was watching him, huh? This tavern was hardly a portion of it, but even now the underlying sense of pressure existed just beyond his own conscious knowledge of it.*" } ]

[ { "author": "achallor", "message": "Ryza woke up, he felt a slight dance of his head caused by fume of wine, beers, ale and most probably some vomit of the tavern, he never felt that drunk for years now, not that by all definition he is still most definitely sober, even after dozens of high concentration drinks he never was actually drunk, his tolerance were something that impressed him, he'd always thought he would die drinking himself to death, but here he was, a century old and hail as if he was an accidental immortal.\n\nIt's like Dyarin wanted him to life just a little bit longer, something that awaited him in that near and far future.\n\nHe stood up quickly and stared at the tavern, it was half empty, with many of the bartenders sleeping in their serving tables or was cleaning the mess of last night's party, most of the guests were wasted or we're already off to whenever they came from.\n\nHe would approach one of them with about a dozen gold coins he has in his pockets.\n\n\"I apologise for the ruckus i created,\" He chuckled.\n\n\"No problem, Ryza. Always been a pleasure to serve whatever your need is and are, you're a honest man, it's been good to see you smile again, whatever you've seen in that young man i hope it's something great to us all.\"\n\n\"Aye,\"\n\nHe would get out of the tavern to the windy outdoor, the moon hung low in the sky and the red dawn already near, he would need to go in a few hours, to Mentia— Or to Runra? He was not quite sure.\n\nHe mumbled to himself under his breath.\n\n*Mizu, whoever you are, wherever are now, i thank you for telling me something I didn't want to hear. Iliana, i thanked you for staying by my side for decades as a friend after i lost everyone i had. Calia, thank you for existing, because it taught me something about living again.\n\nI fought for a liege i never even knew, fought for a war that i never believed in, to a world i fail to see its glitters or gold.*\n\n**Terrel, do what is right, whatever that may be.**" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would be quietly dozing in the booth he had decided to relax in, never too involved in partying, but the events that took place the night before was enough to tucker the Silnari out. A quiet grunt would escape him followed by a slight movement stirred only by the sound of others moving about the tavern to signify someone else being awake.\n\nHe'd rub at his face irritably, reminded daily of his mask covering it to his early morning brain. Glancing over he would take notice of Ryza walking about, partially deaf to whatever it was he was saying to one of the bartenders around the bar. He would soon watch the Lathian pass by, taking a moments' pause before he'd to force himself to get up from his seat. It took a bit for his body to wake up with him, forcing him to hang onto the table and step by step head for the tavern door.\n\nThe early morning air seemed to be a wake up call, the cooler breeze entangling itself in his long strands of hair as he'd look over towards Ryza. He never really caught what he said, though he figured the man for taking the time to enjoy some time to himself.*\n\n\"Having a moment?\"*He'd ask him, the Elf's voice being gruffer than it typically was with him just waking up. Terrel would take a few steps forward, coming to stand next to him before glancing out towards the empty streets.*" }, { "author": "achallor", "message": "\"I suppose i am, yes. Did you talk to anyone last night?\" Ryza would reply, he didn't turn his face towards Terrel but he could see the young man's long mane just nearly out of reach of his vision.\n\nHis tongue tasted too sweet from all the alcohol he'd consumed, he even wondered how heavy was a drinker Terrel was— he saw him drank some cider when they met yesterday night, if he recalled correctly that is." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*A exhale of air would escape him, seemingly amused by the question.*\"I allowed you to do all the talking last night.\"*He'd say to him. Though Terrel typically spoke often enough to another person, groups typically caused him to fall more silent. A quiet listener of a group only speaking when necessary. That or when a sly comment typically escaped his mouth. He wasn't much of a drinker, hardly choosing to have much if given the choice outside of the occasional drink every now and then. He'd reach his hand down towards his pocket, feeling for the key to make sure it was still there. After a brief confirmation he'd finally look over towards the man.*\"The party was nice though.\"*He'd add, the smallest bit of gratitude despite feeling like he was being thrown into the crowd.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza", "message": "\"That's good to hear, i was pretty anxious about just shoving you to a surprise party, seems quite impolite for me to do.\" Ryza chuckled and inhaled a long breath of air.\n\n\"What's your plan for today? I can't stay here for long, by dawn i will set for Runra for some errands.\" The Silnari would finally look over Terrel with some intrigued eye, seemingly also slightly amused by him trying to make sure the key he gave to him was still in his pockets. \n\n\"I'm not sure when we will meet again, but I'm sure we will some day, give Floof a headpat for me will you?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I have some business I need to take care of.\"*He'd say in a low tone, eventually glancing over to Ryza in him saying that he wasn't sure when they'd meet again.*\"Can't say I'd know either. Let's just say I've gotten myself participating in things that most wouldn't consider particularly lawful.\"*He'd let out a chuckle.*\"But if we aren't able to meet again, you can at least hear news of whatever destruction I end up causing.\"\n\n*He'd grin slightly, though part of him figuring after Ryza's initial feelings towards what he's been doing, this wouldn't be the kind of news he'd want to hear either. However, there were no promises he could make with the ploys going on that he found himself involved in. At his request of giving Floof a pat for him, the Elf would say:*\"I'll be sure to. I'll also... Probably leave this key at your place after I visit. Wouldn't want to end up losing this on one of my travels.\"" }, { "author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza", "message": "He gave a dry chuckle, and replied to Terrel remarks. \n\n\"This old man is inflexible to change, lawfulness or lawlessness is a matter of perspective after all, as long as you do more good than you do harm, there's nothing to forgive.\"\n\nHe felt a chilly wind in his neck as the moon start to fall low from the sky, it was not dawn yet but it was close.\n\n\"Keep that key for yourself, think about it like a souvenir or a gift, a modest one i admit, but it is what it is.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Part of Terrel hoped his inflexibleness also applied to good from bad. He figured it better not to fill in the details however. The Elf doubted he'd want to hear what he was up to. And Terrel would rather not have another ally on his case in his decisions made.\n\nHe'd take out the key, looking it over for a bit.*\"Well I guess that's one way to give a pig full access to your household. But if you're fine with it, I'll try to put this key to good use whenever I visit.\"*He'd partially tease.*\"That or I just end up leaving it back at my place for the time being.\"\n\n*He'd glance up towards the sky, a silent note in the back of his mind that it'll be time to set off soon on his trip to the South Eastern region of Ramul Ta.*\"Night's about to fall. Got to go collect Floof before I set out.\"*He'd nudge Ryza a bit with a jab of his elbow.*\"Try not to die of old age before we get the chance to meet again, kay?\"" }, { "author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza", "message": "\"And for you, try not to die on one of your mercenaries contracts, i want to see that boar mask again, not hear about it in some distant land doing blood errands.\"\n\nHe would also reply with a tease, throwing a coin of silver to Terrel's hand as he began to walk away from the tavern.\n\n\"If i see you stealing from me when I'm still alive and well, you can bet I'm sending a bounty for that head of yours— If I'm dead and buried however? It's all yours to take, clean and manage, if you can handle that of course.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would catch the silver coin, glancing down towards it before looking back in time to seeing Ryza walking off.*\"I'll keep that in mind.\"*He'd say with a grin.*\"And who knows? Maybe if I get a little bored from all these errands I'll see whatever bounty Hunter you decide to send my way.\"*The last part was of course a joke, evident enough as he'd give a wave towards the departing Lathian.*\n\n\"No rush though. Take care of yourself.\"*He'd say, soon turning away. Despite not knowing Ryza for very long, he had to admit, he wasn't such a bad person all things considered. It was odd that Ryza would entrust him with such, but the Elf wasn't going to pass up such opportunity. Maybe some other time, he'll choose to visit. For now it was time for him to collect his wolf and set off once more.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She enters the tavern, many turning to stare at her. She didn't seem like the type to go into a tavern, never mind drink. Her heels clanked along the cobble floor, making a loud noise.*" }, { "author": "Freddy Fitzgerald Faztaze", "message": "*He enters a couple minutes after, cloak creating shadows over his eyes. Most of the crowd moved out of his way, others snickered when he passed. He sat down next to her, having to crouch so he doesn't hit the lamp above*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She glances at the bear, then turning back to the barmaid.* \"Wine please. Red, strongest would be preferred dear.\" *She turns back to him* \"I wouldn't expect a person like you here. You do look like an alcoholic though.\" *She giggles.*" }, { "author": "Freddy Fitzgerald Faztaze", "message": "Tsh, I really don't like to drink.\n\n*He took his hood down, his crystal blue eyes sparkling in the dimly lit lamp above him*\n\nSometimes, stress gets to ya' and you have no other way of coping.\n\n*He'd chuckle to himself*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She gazes at his eyes, and thinks to herself. He's really.. Something else, hm.* \"I drink often, I guess rich people things hm?\" *She'd giggle to herself, fully knowing she probably looks more expensive than anyone in the tavern. Gold jewelry, gold embroided heels, and most important of all, her navy silk dress. It's nothing that people in the tavern usually see, as taverns aren't fancy.*" }, { "author": "Freddy Fitzgerald Faztaze", "message": "Heh, I guess so. I usually can't afford much so I tell my friend Johnathon, a bartender, for Mike's hard lemonade. Usually gets the emotions flowing, but that's probably just me.\n\nI'm.. Fitzgerald by the way. *He closed his eyes and smiled at her, reaching his hand out for a handshake*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She took his hand softly, his fur being fluffy. She quickly notices the hearts and bursts out laughing, the tavern people looking back at her.* \"Sorry sorry! I just didn't expect you — a literal giant killer looking bear — to have **Hearts** On your paws!\" *She giggles, trying to hold in her laughter and terribly failing.*" }, { "author": "Freddy Fitzgerald Faztaze", "message": "Hah, you're the first to notice! I don't have a choice when it comes to this. Some of us bears have different shapes for their paws, and I got a heart. I think it's fitting, as even though I look and dress like.. This, I'm not a bad guy at all." }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "\"I'll take your word for it, heart boy.\" *Still giggling* \"Oh and I forgot! The names Kiko, Kiko Lin.\" *She prays inside hoping he doesn't know her family.*" }, { "author": "Freddy Fitzgerald Faztaze", "message": "I've heard that name somewhere before.. Eh, might just be superstition. Nice to meetcha', Kiko.\n\n*Johnathon Speedy Fast's shift is on and Fitzgerald orders his drink and Johnathon, like his name suggests, gets it ready speedy fast.*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She wipes the sweat from her face, then thanking the bartender for her wine.\n\nShe then sips.* \"So, tell me more about yourself!\"" }, { "author": "Freddy Fitzgerald Faztaze", "message": "*Downs the entire jug of lemonade* Well, I was born as a microorganism, and slowly grew into the animal I am now. I was captured by some kingdom, preparing for a war, and uh.. Some nasty stuff happened to me. I escaped with some rebels and we fought back but they didn't make it.\n\nSo now I just roam around, hunting and cooking for locals there.\n\nAnd by hunting, I mean the wild organisms." }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "\"Hm.. You hunt? I'm pretty good with a rifle myself. Could score a few targets! I don't seem like the type apparently tho..\"" }, { "author": "Freddy Fitzgerald Faztaze", "message": "I hate people that have stereotypes on people. It's idiotic. People are different, and just because a majority of a population is similar, doesn't mean they're all the same.\n\nI hunt with a crossbow, my claws, or a bronze odachi." }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "\"People usually think I'm that rich spoiled girl.. Honestly, I disagree, I wasn't even that spoiled. By far, I was just neglected.\" *A moment of silence passes by.* \"Sorry! Did I kill the mood?\"" }, { "author": "Freddy Fitzgerald Faztaze", "message": "Nah, my story is messed up enough. But, I get where you're coming from.\n\nI wasn't neglected but, I was treated as a lower specimen due to the fact I was a microorganism when I was formed." }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "\"I think it's cool! You're all fluffy n stuff hehe! I could honestly cuddle you or something if you were a toy. And the way you have hearts on your paws..! It's so cute!\" *She looks extremely happy, as this is her first time meeting someone like him.*" }, { "author": "Freddy Fitzgerald Faztaze", "message": "*Clearly a bit flustered by that* I never get that, actually. Everyone points at my claws, my hooves, my teeth, or my busted ear.\n\nI wish more people viewed me as just another person, not some big killer." }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "\"Your teeth are attractive! I like them.. They look really sharp! And you're too tall for your own good, asshole.\"" }, { "author": "Freddy Fitzgerald Faztaze", "message": "*Giggles to himself, his mouth forming a smile, revealing 3 gold teeth*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "\"Gold teeth hm..? Where'd you get them?\"" }, { "author": "Freddy Fitzgerald Faztaze", "message": "Back when I used to mine with the rebels to break into a kingdom, we stumbled upon gold, and the 5 of us split it.\n\nSince I had been whacked in the face with a hammer, losing 3 teeth, I used some of my gold to make teeth." }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She examines the teeth closely, as they shined in the light of the tavern.* \"Woah.. They're so pretty.. They suit you!\"" }, { "author": "Freddy Fitzgerald Faztaze", "message": "Heh, I personally would prefer my old teeth,\n\nBut at least I still have them, eh?" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She takes a large sip of her wine.* \"Would you like to come over after? You don't seem to have a place to stay.\"" }, { "author": "Freddy Fitzgerald Faztaze", "message": "Yeah, I would. I heard there's a storm coming and I'm not up to sleeping in a wet hammock." }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She giggles to herself.* \"Well we can stay in the tavern for a bit longer, hm? Your choice.\"" }, { "author": "Freddy Fitzgerald Faztaze", "message": "I'm ready to get outta here." } ]

[ { "author": "halato", "message": "*Entering the Tavern, he would finally let out a relieving sight. The sort of thing he enjoys the most spending the days whenever he feels down or in need of a cool down on a Hot or... Cold days whenever he feels like it.\nFor as far he could reach towards would be the bar as his first destination as he really needs a drink first thing first.*\n\n**\"Greetings bar keeper! A mug of your best beer in this Town please!\"**\n\n*As he sat on a stool waiting for the drink to come by, he would taken a bit of a daydream of back when he was with his fellow Mercenary comrades celebrating everytime they had a good Hunt or Contract whenever possible. Of course these days are long gone as he come to realize to his own as the beer has been passed to him.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would make her way into the Tavern, looking around for an open seat before coming to find a spot at the bar not too far from the man. She wasn't too interested in beer so much as just finding a nice spot to relax for a bit. Perhaps she could ask for a room later, though for now she was content enough with order a simple glass of water for the time being. After such a long trip, it had been some time since she had anything proper to eat and drink.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "It wouldn't be long until he had his Second Beer at the ready to empty it in one go. Of course with his second mind to look for anyone who would been looking for someone who had a Contract ready for some Fighting work to be done as to what hes good at.. Mostly*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*As Melody was handed the glass of water she ordered, she would take a long sip of it, letting out a satisfied sigh soon after. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to stop as often once she left Salvania, but it was nice enough to enjoy herself now for the time being. She'd decide to order a small pastry along with it, figuring she could eat it on the way to whichever room she was given, but not before showing one last bit of gratitude. Her gaze would pass over to the man, watching him chug away at the beer he was given. He must have really been having a bad time.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "Walking towards her, well more rather walking a bit funnier for a bit before leaning towards the table at where she sit at.\n\n\"Id be lying if im not seeing with my own eyes but how?\" \nIs all he could say before kind of collapsing on a free stool at the opposite side of the table of where she sit. For sure, he was not used to the alcohol back then. But for this time he seemed to need it the most of it then ever.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would watch as he'd approach, offering a smile to him to at least appear more friendly in noticing that he was obviously drunk. She'd watch him take a seat at the table, not saying anything at first in it being hard to tell if he really wanted to talk to her was here for some other reason.\n\nHearing his question, she'd have a moment of confusion.*\"How... What...?\"*She'd ask slowly before realization would kick in.*\"Oh, you mean this?\"*Melody would gesture down to her legs as she'd say it, part of her sometimes forgetting that others weren't used to people just transforming out of the blue.*\"It's just a trick I've picked up during my training.\"*Melody wasn't sure how much he was getting from what she was saying, leading her to attempt to get straight to the point.*" } ]

[ { "author": "halato", "message": "Is all he could said as he is trying his best to get a hold of himself by using his right arm as a stabilizer for his heavy head. Sure he may be half drunk, but that doesnt mean he can... Well get to know now towards her now that his mind is a bit everywhere.\n\n\"I haven't got your name yet since we... Meet. Since you~ sure look like a good companion with a open heart to people to me...\"\n\nHis mind was kind of everywhere on the table at this point, not as much that he be a freaked Mercenary wanting a barfight but by the looks of things he just looks very tired. Been a very long time since he would have had a self celebration like this.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would look at him a bit skeptically with his sudden change in attitude. Of course that could just be him being drunk, to which she'd continue to respond with simple answers.*\"My name is Melody Vander. A- well not so local Guildmember now. You can just call me Melody though. What might your name be?\"*She'd say, asking the last bit with some curiosity of her own. The Centaur would take another sip from her water, relaxing a bit more as her own exhaustion from travel would begin to reach her now.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "\"But you can~ just call me Alas. Makes things quite easier eh\"\n\nHe is trying his best again to hold onto himself, this time though the drunken state of his is slowly fading away. Not that is does make any changes on how his state currently looks though as the way he sits is quite common for a drunken man like he is*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Would you like some water Alas?\"*She'd ask him, softly speaking his name in seeing the state he was in. If anything he could probably use some rest, though carrying a drunken man to the rooms required a lot of effort in itself especially when she wasn't sure if he'd want the favor from her. At least water could help with it a little bit.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "\"I think I'll Pass... I have drank enough for today, heh. Dont want to be a alcoholic like the few unfortunate souls ive meet in my years.\"\n\nIt is noticeable that he is geting sober by the Minute, and even then he looks like he could indeed need some Rest. Thought his mood seem to have recovered as he is looking towards a nearby window of the Tavern.\n\n\"Its geting late isnt it?\" He would say as he admires the Sunset. Remembering the good times with his Family.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would give a light nod, retreating back the offer in time to the pastry she ordered being brought out. She would eat it idly while following his gaze to the window. Time really has been flying since she had left the Capitol, just like traveling was when she first got there. Few things seemed to change, but she'd be glad to be back to the Capitol with the rest of her family safely out of the way of the war.*\"Seems to be.\"*She'd say in agreement before turning to look back at him.*\"Are you planning on staying here for the night as well?\"" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "He gives a small laught about it as he is slowly Standing up from and streches as he goes slowly towards the bar again to rent a room for tonight. Perhaps its for the best to look for work tomorrow, of course that is with Something that needs some mussles to deal with.\n\nAlthough the talk with melody was quite okayish, given that he aint much of a talking Person. Especaly with women as he sees them rarely.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Sleep well.\"*She'd say, waving to him as he'd head off. The Centaur would eat the last bit of her pastry and drink the rest of the water before leaving some money on the table for what she purchased. \n\nStanding up, she'd wait for Alas to head off to bed before she too would purchase a room for herself. Though the conversation wasn't the best, she supposed she still gotten the answers she needed out of it as short as it was. For now it was time to get some rest before starting her journey once more in the morning.*" }, { "author": "halato", "message": "*Alasadair would grumply hmpf again as he was at the bar, paying off the two beer he had couple hours ago and additional more for renting a room for tonight.\nBeing tired, he wanders upstairs with his legs still taking him towards the sleeping room that the bar keeper pointed at while waving from the Back as he did heard melodys voice.\n\nAt the sleeping room, hed collapse on the bed and instantly sleept away through the night. Sleeping with the face towards the pillow*" } ]

[ { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*The late night tavern. Bustling with people, warm lights illuminating the large room, and the smell of alcohol filled the air. A drunkard stumbled out of the bar, accompanied by a bouncer, and a group of friends celebrated in the corner.*\n\n*Livio sat at the bar, observing the area around him. Bars were a common place for a mercenary to be, and he was no exception. He was careful to not get too drunk too quickly though, pacing his drink as he casually talked with yet another drunkard, who rambled on and on about a legendary blade which would grant great power to whoever wielded it. He would sell his secret for 100 gold; a total scam. One could obviously see that the white haired mercenary was bored with this person, and he considered beating him up just for fun.*\n\n*He did notice several other people of note though. One of them would be a certain kemonomimi.*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*All eyes, were on her. Her hair flowed in the wind, like silk. This was not the first time she was in this particular Inn and definitely not the first time she got stared at like this. Clanking against the cold floor, her heels shone in the dim light of the noisy tavern. \n\nSitting down, she orders a simple glass of red wine. And quickly, she turns to the interesting figure sitting next to her.* \"Hm.. Why is such a gentleman — or more certainly a troublemaker — in such a space..?\" *She asked, putting a hand on her cheek and resting her arm, gazing at the strange mans eyes.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*The woman in his eyes was certainly no mere lady. There was a special aura about her. As she sat next to him, Kiro could see the man's golden eyes quickly scan her up and down.*\n\n*Livio pushes away the man next to him, no longer caring for his 'stories'. Instead, his attention was directed towards the captivating woman.*\n\n\"I could say the same for such a lady in such a space. Though I suspect that there's a little more to that. As for me, well, care to find out?\"\n\n*Livio smiled, and Kiro could tell his body was angled slightly towards her.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*She analysed his structure, every little detail of every part of his body that she could see at that moment. After a light nod and a slightly sinister smile, her drink arrived. She takes a long sip, as if she's never had red wine before.*\n \"Hm.. Well I don't think I'm that interesting. Or interesting at all in fact.\" \n*Another long sip and another long stare.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Aw, don't think of yourself like that. I know plenty of people who say their life is average, but in reality, it's full of adventures a farm boy could only dream of.\"\n\n*Seeing Kiro looking over him, Livio decides that it's all too hot in the tavern. He takes off his white jacket, revealing a tight t-shirt. His biceps could be seen bulging out; no one would have guessed his fitness level from first glance. The white-haired man was lithe, yet still possessed a lot of muscle on his frame.*\n\n\"So, what brings you here?\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*Instead of replying, her jaw drops, gazing at his so called biceps. She was almost in awe. And she almost forgot the fact she also has biceps. Surprising for a woman in her time.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Aaaaa it's so short sorryyy" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Hm?\"\n\n*Looking at the woman's jaw drop in front of him, Livio is at first confused; then he realizes what she's looking at. With one of his hands, he sweeps his soft, almost feathery hair out of his face.*\n\n\"If you want, you can see a lot more later.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*Choking on her red wine, she finally realized she was staring.* \n\"Ah sorry. Didn't mean to stare. Never usually see such young looking guys with such muscular bodies. Hm..\" \n\n*She then continued to sip on her red wine, this time making sure not to choke.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Ah, it's fine. You can stare all you like. I don't mind.\"\n\n*Livio took another sip of his whiskey, smiling all the while.*\n\n\"As for young, well, I guess it's relative. I'm Livio. You?\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Kiro. Livio is an interesting name hm? You seem familiar, actually.\" \n*She tries her best to refresh her memories as she analyses him like a book.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Kiro. Short and sweet. As for mine, it's certainly unique; I haven't met anyone else with that name yet. Have we met? I've seen many people on my adventures. Perhaps in Salvania, or Mentia?\"\n\n*Despite Kiro's efforts, she wouldn't be able to get much from the man in front of her. His golden eyes were like polished shields, mirroring the woman's intentions. All she could see was a fit, handsome man, seemingly kind.*\n\n\"Any other ideas? I'm not one to give information readily, I'll admit.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Hmmm. Nope. Memory's clogged. But either way, you're not something I see everyday — or more like some***One***. Sorry about that.\" *She giggles and orders another glass of red wine.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Kiro certainly was not like any woman he as met so far. Was it her mannerisms? Or perhaps the way she looked?*\n\n\"I suppose I live up to my name then. I'm one of a kind.\"\n\n*Livio finished his whiskey, but instead of ordering another, he switched to a glass of white wine.*\n\n\"Would you like me to be someone you see every day?\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*That's an odd question, she thought.* \n\n\"And what does that mean?\" *She asks, sipping her red wine like an alchoholic.* \"I'll need you to elaborate.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Well, it seems like you've taken a certain interest in me, no?\"\n\n*Livio took a small sip of the white wine, nowhere near the level Kiro was drinking.*\n\n\"And, well, I do enjoy some company.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"I take an interest to anything with flesh.\" *She giggles and raises her hand to show her knife sharp nails.* \"I'm kidding! I'm just lonley. Juuust like you.\" \n\n*Slowly, she's starting to act more drunk. Jeez, this is a great first impression.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Aw, don't tease like that! You know, we could be lonely together instead.\"\n\n*Livio took note of Kiro's sharp nails. Were they claws? The mercenary had experienced long nails before; he didn't mind.*\n\n\"Careful, that's a lot of wine you're drinking there.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Nooo! I'm drinking a perfect amouuunt..!\" \n\n*She felt super light headed, and giggly too. And Livio sure was great at hiding his amusement. He was enjoying every little bit of this.* \n\n\"I'll be okay! I can drink a loooot without getting dizzyyy..\" \n\n*And that, was a complete lie.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"If you say so! Just be careful to not stumble and fall. I wouldn't want a pretty woman like you to get a mark on that face.\"\n\n*Livio was indeed amused, and couldn't hide it. His smile widened, and he let out a small chuckle, though perhaps on purpose.*\n\n\"You have a place near here, right? Don't want a drunken Kiro wandering the streets by herself.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Mhm..\" *She tears up, he doesn't know why, she doesn't either. Tears just keep streaming down her cheek, like an endless river of sadness.* \n\n*Attempting to dry her tears, she continues to talk.* \"I'll be okay. Promise.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Oh, I'm sorry, are you ok?\"\n\n*The white haired man quickly takes a handkerchief out of his pocket, dabbing at Kiro's face to help dry her tears. Was it something he said? Perhaps the mention of a place to stay.*\n\n\"Hey, tell you what. I'll get us a room we can stay in, alright?\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"A room? Whyyy?\" *No longer crying, she's now simply tired and exhausted. Aaand a tad bit hyper.* \n\n\"I'm fine! I'm not that druuunk.. I am perfectly stableee!\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Well, unless you plan to stay in the bar all night, I think a room is best.\"\n\n*Livio didn't believe her for a second. Her slurred speech and changed mannerisms was an indicator of that.*\n\n\"Ok... How many fingers am I holding up?\"\n\n*Livio raised a single finger up, then quickly switched it to two.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"You kept switching themm! Assholeeee..! Uhh.. One, I think.\" *This was still quite amusing for Livio, seeing a drunk woman at a bar trying to prove she's not, is an amusing sight to anyone.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Letting out a laugh, Livio decides to oblige. That was enough fun messing with the drunk woman for now.*\n\n\"Ok, ok, I'll stop switching them. Can you stand up right? For safety reasons.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Mhm!\" *She stands up.. Well I wouldn't call it* ***Right*** *But I think it still counts. She wasn't wobbly, just a bit light headed and plus she was wearing huge heels so it would be expected of her to walk all wobbly.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Woah there, looking a little wobbly.\"\n\n*As Livio observed the kemonomimi, he saw that she could handle more than he gave her credit for. Not bad.*\n\n\"So Kiro, where are you from?\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*As she leans on to a wall for support, she speaks.* \"Keguntan. Very pretty place..\" \n\n*She asks the barmaid for a water to help her drunk-ness.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*After seeing Kiro use the wall for support, he knew that she had enough. Even the woman herself was ordering a water. Livio stood up, walking over to the kemonomimi and helping support her by wrapping his arm under her own and across her back.*\n\n\"Kengutan? I've yet to visit that place. From what people tell me, it's nothing like Mentia or Salvania.\"\n\n*Livio held his drink in the other hand, barely halfway through.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*When her water finally arrives, she takes a long sip — or more like a huge gulp — and speaks.* \n\n\"Mhm! It's not. There's blossom trees on each and every corner of each and every street, and lord and ladies in traditional garments. It's fantastic.\"\n\n*She leans into him, trying her best not to fall over.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Blossom trees? I haven't heard of those before.\"\n\n*The lords and ladies weren't of any particular interest; instead, he was curious about the fauna. The beasts and people there, what he could hunt down.*\n\n*Livio lets Kiro lean completely into him, supporting her weight with his broad shoulders. His hand helped keep balance, reaching around to her side and pulling the kemonomimi in.*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "**Then she moves on to a different topic, but this time her voice is more.. Quite. More peaceful. More.. Serious? There's no word to describe her tone and voice at that moment.* \"I'm.. Really sorry. This is such a bad first impression.. You just met me and I'm like.. Totally messing everything up. I'm praying you don't remember any of this by tommorow.\" \n\n*Was she.. Sad? He couldn't tell. All he could tell is that she was genuinely and very sorry.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Hey there, it's ok...\"\n\n*She was definitely drunk. No sober person would switch topics and emotions that quickly. And he would definitely remember everything; his memory was pretty good. What he would do though was take another sip of the white wine, set the glass down, and move Kiro's hair out of her face.*\n\n\"It doesn't matter to me. You're a beautiful girl anyway. There's no problem spilling on me.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"N... No it's super fucking stupid for me to spill on you.. I'm drunk, I'm upset over the stupidest shit and I-I'm blabbering to a guy I just met at a tavern. It's so.. So stupid.\" *She didn't even know why she was upset, and he didn't know either. Alchohol is powerful, and that, in this scenario and situation, is completely true.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"We all have our moments though, don't we? Want to sit down?\"\n\n*Livio attempted to help lead Kiro back to the barstool, though he didn't trust her to stay upright on her own anymore. Instead, he set her down on his lap, his arm still around her so she wouldn't fall back and hit her head.*\n\n\"I used to be like that too, you know?\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"I shouldn't be like this. Like, holy shit this is so dumb.\" \n\n*She wiped her tears and attempted to calm down, and calm down she did. She just sat in his lap for a while, staring at him, or more like gazing. And in her mind, her only thought was: \"His eyes are really pretty.\"*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Once again, the handkerchief comes out, wiping away at Kiro's face. The soft cloth wiped near her cheeks and the corners of her eyes, down her chin where the tears flowed. His golden eyes shined back at Kiro's, like the metal they imitated, but soft at the same time.*\n\n\"Come here now, I'm here for you.\"\n\n*Livio picks up the wine glass, offering her some.*\n\n\"Do you want more, or just some water?\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*She still kept eye contact, watching his every eye movement.* \n\n\"No thanks. I'll have the water thank you. And also.. I should be getting home.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Water it is then.\"\n\n*The golden-eyed man set down the wine glass, instead picking one up with water, holding it to Kiro's lips and tilting it so she could drink.*\n\n\"Are you going to be ok? I don't want you walking home by yourself when you're drunk. It's dangerous. Let me walk you home.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"You.. Would do that..? Wh.. What why? We like.. Just met and I've been a mess the whole time..\" *She says with a genuine tone, not wanting him to walk her. He seems like a busy man, to her at least. \n\nShe wants him to walk her yes, but of course.. She's hesitant as always. Or maybe that's just the alchohol.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Because it's the right thing to do. Letting you go by yourself would be irresponsible of me. You know, one thing I've learned is that sometimes, the people you meet one day might be someone fighting with you side by side the next.\"\n\n*Livio was being entirely honest. He did not trust Kiro to walk back home herself when she was clearly drunk; she could trip, fall, and break her neck due to dizziness. Or possibly robbed. From experience, he had seen numerous times where full grown mercenaries got too drunk and got injured, robbed, or both. Sometimes even killed. And Kiro seemed like a really nice person; he didn't want her to come under harm's way.*\n\n\"Please, allow me.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"You sound so stupid.\" *She giggled in her little drunk way.* \"You have no responsibility over a grown woman drinking and getting drunk on accident. I can go home alone!\" *She wasn't lying about the last part — well kinda — but most of the time when she was drunk she could go home by herself. Keyword most.* \n\n\"I won't be harmed, promise!\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*The mercenary let out a laugh along with the kemono in front of him.*\n\n\"Well, if you say it like *That*, then I guess it does. I think here's a better question. Do you want me to come with you? Not for safety or anything; just in general.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Fine.. You're being so pushyyy!\" *She was kidding of course, she wanted him to come with her so they can walk through the dim lit streets together.* \n\n*She gets up, and somehow doesn't fall.* \"Shall we?\" *She have him a warm smile.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Of course.\"\n\n*In truth, he was surprised that Kiro could balance herself so well after being so drunk. She must made this journey several times before.*\n\n*Livio gracefully stands up, offering his hand to the kemonomimi. He slung his jacket over his shoulder, not really bothered by the chilly night air, allowing Kiro to see his physique in its near entirety.*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*Instead of taking his hand, she links arms with him and continues to say:* \"It's cuter like this.\" *And another drunk giggle escape her cherry red lips.* \n\n\"You're not cold?\" *She looked confused as they walked out of the tavern, her nose the same shade of her lips.* \"Surprised.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*A smile can be seen forming on Livio's face as Kiro chooses to link arms instead of simply holding hands. In the dark night, the kemonomimi's crimson lips soon catch Livio's attention, as well as noticing her nose soon becoming the same color.*\n\n\"Nah, I'm used to it. It seems like you are though.\"\n\n*Livio soon throws his jacket over Kiro's back, attempting to help her stay warm.*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Jeez you sure are the gentleman hm?\" *This time this giggle wasn't coming from how drunk she was, it was a genuine sounding, soft, warm giggle in the cold weather.* \n\n\"I don't wear coats usually, so I'm always cold but still never have been used to it.\" *And she lets out a light sneeze.* \"Bless me!\" \n\n*They continue to walk, their feet leaving footsteps in the cold floor.* \"My house isn't far from here so we'll be okay!\" \n\n*This is certainly something you don't see everyday. A \"Mysterious\" Kitsune and a strange man, walking in the frosty but warm weather if salvania.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Born and raised one.\"\n\n*The warm sounding laugh rings like music through Livio's ears. He hasn't heard anything like that in a while; though it's soon cut short by a light sneeze. Taking out his white handkerchief one more time, he hands it to the kemonomimi.*\n\n\"Here, for any more sneezes. You can keep it. Glad to hear that it's close!\"\n\n*The evening mist would soon shroud the pair, though they were still able to find their way.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Keep it? I can't! Not at all! It's yours, Livio.\" *She smiled at him, each breath turning into clouds of ice in the breezy air.* \n\n\"My heels are quite loud hm?\" *She giggles at the sound of the click and clatter that her heels create with each step she takes.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"It's alright, I have more!\"\n\n*Livio smilea back at the stunning kemonomimi, his breath barely visible.*\n\n\"They are, I could probably find you through the fog!\"\n\n*The wind began to kick up, swirling the cold fog around them.*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"It's.. So so beautiful tonight. Oh and don't worry my house is super close so we'll be there in likeeee.. About 10 minutes! Oh and do you have a place to stay? If not you could stay at mine, I don't want you to be out here in the cold.\" *She offered, being completely sure he would deny the offer. Her hair flowed in the wind, as if she's straight out of a movie.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"It is, isn't it? Nothing compared to you though.\"\n\n*Livio found himself looking at the contrast; Kiro's red lips and pale skin and ivory hair stood out in the white wind. He tried his best to stop himself from staring, but the kemono could tell that she was being admired.*\n\n\"Oh, you would do that for me? Initially, I was planning on renting an inn, but I'll accept the offer.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"You keep staring hm? I'm not like.. Ethereal or anything. You're staring at me as if I'm a goddess or something, Livio.\" *She giggles as he looks away after her slightly teasing comment.* \n\n\"I don't mind. Buuut, to me its kinda funny you're staring at my lips.. Hehe.\" *She giggles once again.* \"And of course I'd do that.. You've been so nice to me so far. I wanna repay you.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Oh! Well, you definitely have the appearance of one. And the generosity too.\"\n\n*Kiro can feel Livio's hand become slightly warmer as it snuck down and clasped around her's gently.*\n\n\"I can't help but look when it's the brightest thing in the cold here. It's like a cherry among white flowers. Am I in your debt now?\"\n\n*Livio let out a small laugh about being in Kiro's debt. Her hospitality was certainly welcome, and perhaps he even wanted to owe her a favor.*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Nope! Not at all! Debt is a stupid thing aaand you deserve to be repayed.\" \n\n*Their hands locked together, perfectly, as if their hands were made for each other.* \n\n\"And absolutely not I don't have the appearance of a goddess! There are plentyyy of girls who look just as pretty or even prettier!\" *She denied each compliment he attempted to shoot at her.* \n\n*As they walked in the dimly lit streets of salvania, it felt like there was no one else there. Just them two, staring into each others eyes while walking to Kiro's house.* \n\n\"Oh I can spot it! It's a few streets away! We'll be there soon, and everything will be nice and warmmm.\" *Her nose kept getting redder and redder, and Livio's reaction was to let out a little chuckle, imagining her as Rudolph the red nose reindeer. To her, this was not funny. She made a little grumpy face, but he ended up laughing at that too.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, no? And to me, you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen.\"\n\n*The pair seemed to be placed under a spell as they strolled through the cool autumn night. Lost in each other's eyes, they found themselves near the kemonomimi's house in no time. Kiro's reactions did indeed make Livio laugh, warming him up so that he could ignore the cold.*\n\n\"I also must say that you're the cutest as well.\"\n\n*And soon, the two would arrive at Kiro's house.*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Aaaandd we're here! Do you.. Wanna go inside..?\" *She didn't hesitate no, but she was nervous. Yes she's had guys in her house before — not to mention her bed too — but never like this! Usually it's not.. Like this. It's not her being drunk and a guy she just met taking care of her, then she takes him home because he has no place to stay. It's never been.. This meaningful.* \n\n*She smiles at him, then moves his hair out of his eyes, waiting for a response to come out of his perfectly shaped lips (at least to her they're perfect).*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*The macen could easily pick up on Kiro's nervousness. Whether it was the wavering of her voice or the pause between words, Livio knew that this was a special moment. As she moved the hair out of his eyes, he brushed his fingers against her cheek, feeling the outline of her face as he caressed it gently. The hand then moved to the back of Kiro's head, stroking her silky hair.*\n\n\"Well, before we do...\"\n\n*Livio gently pulled Kiro's head towards his own. She could easily pull away if she wanted to, but the golden-eyed man suspected that she didn't plan on pulling away; quite the opposite, in fact.*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*At that moment, she froze. A million thoughts ran through her head. And the first thing she decided to say was:* \"Can I.. Kiss you?\" *In a very quite voice, looking at his eyes then looking at his lips, over and over again.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*No words came out; instead, Livio pulled Kiro's head towards his, and in a spark of bliss, their lips met. Livio could feel how soft the kemonomimi's cherry-like lips were as he drew the kiss out. His other hand snuck around her back, pulling her torso in against his chest.*\n\n*One kiss led to another, and soon Livio found that he couldn't stop loving the kemonomimi.*\n\n\"We should take it inside.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"O... Okay..\" *Her stuttering was due to how flustered she was. But again, she was nervous. And this time, also hesitant.*\n\n\"When we go inside do you want to.. Continue..? Or just go to sleep..?\" *She asked anxiously, she didn't want this to go wrong.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Well, what do you think?\"\n\n*Livio pulled Kiro as close to him as possible, and she could feel his hand traveling down her back.*\n\n\"Still new to this?\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"N... No! I am not new to this!\" *She made the little grumpy face again and he chuckled at her reaction.*\n\n\"I just don't want anything to go wrong.. I... I'm drunk and what if I don't remember anything..?! I just want to.. I dunno..\" \n\n*With each and every blink, she stared deeper into his golden eyes. To her they shone brighter than the sun.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Well, then let me guide you through it.\"\n\n*Livio gave her another light kiss after chuckling lightly, and picked her up in a bridesmaid carry, opening the door.*\n\n\"We'll go all the way tonight.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*She smiled and kissed him on the cheek as he carried her, now her whole face becoming red. This'll be a night to remember, to her and to Livio too probably.* \n\n\"I don't want this night to ever end.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"I don't either. But we might as well make the most of it.\"\n\n*Livio smiled seeing Kiro blush, setting her down on the bed once he found it. Getting on the bed soon after, Livio began to passionately make out with her once more, this time with tongue and all, caressing her thigh with one hand and her head with the other.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*As the late morning sun crept through the blinds, Livio shifted his hand underneath the soft sheets, feeling something warm and soft. Of course, it was Kiro his arms were wrapped around, pulling her into him tightly. A small kiss was given to her neck to try and wake her up.*\n\n\"Good morning, beautiful.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*Waking up and rubbing her eyes, she yawned. And then after a few seconds, her eyes widened.* \n\n\"We slept together!? EEK!\" *She jumped out of the bed, running around like a mad woman. Livio couldn't tell if she was happy or upset or anything else, as all she was doing was squealing.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio simply appreciated Kiro's bare form as she ran about, seemingly flustered at the encounter.*\n\n\"You seemed to enjoy it a lot too. I could hear you the entire night; it's a good thing we didn't wake up the neighborhood.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"L-Livio! We SLEPT together! I-I didn't mean for us to sleep together! I was too drunk! YOU must've been too drunk too!\" \n\n*Not only was she squealing louder and louder with each sentence, but she was flustered every time he looked at her body, and every time a word escaped his lips.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Well, we ended up doing so anyway. Your idea. I think it turned out pretty well, eh?\"\n\n*Livio sat up, the blanket barely covering his lower half. His upper body looked as if it had been carved from stone. He simply smiled as he saw Kiro running around, allowing him to get an even better look.*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"NOT my idea! I... I wouldn't sleep with you! Well you're like totes attractive..! BUT what I mean is I was.. Totally too drunk! Not my idea..! My drunk brains idea! I SWEAR!\" \n\n*After a bit more squealing and running around, she stopped, and slowly sat next to him.* \"We.. We slept together! Oh my god I slept with a guy who has a body of a literal greek god.\" *He chuckled at that statement, shaking his head and disagreeing. She once again gazed into his eyes, even more than she did yesterday.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"I would hope that drunk Kiro and sober Kiro have the same thoughts. With good taste as well.\"\n\n*Livio wrapped his hand around Kiro's waist, pulling her on top of him.*\n\n\"If I'm a god, then you must be a goddess. And if you'd like, we can do it again.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"No..! Well I'd like to b... But it's the morning and we.. We just woke up so it's better if we maybe get breakfast first..\"\n\n *She stuttered over and over again, as she rested on him.*\n\n\"Did I mention it's morning..?\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Heh... Ok, we'll get breakfast. Any idea on where?\"\n\n*\"She's so cute when flustered\" Was the only thought running through the man's mind as Kiro rested on top of him. He ran his hand through her hair, brushing near her ears occasionally.*\n\n\"Nothing wrong with doing it in the morning, but breakfast is important.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Yes..! Yes it is! V... Very! W-We can go to the tavern if you'd like or.. Or maybe I could make us something?\" *She asked nervously, continuing on with her nervousness and her stuttering.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Well, I haven't had home-cooked food in a while; so it might be nice for a change. What do you have in mind?\"\n\n*Ever the lover, Livio began rubbing Kiro's thigh for the sake of feeling it, giving her a small kiss as well.*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Li... Livio s-stop! So I can go make the food of course..\" *Her flustered words were like music to his ears, then she got up and put on a silk white robe on.*\n\n\"This'll have to do..\" *She goes over to her kitchen, looking through her cupboards.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Ah, ok, ok.\"\n\n*Livio listened to Kiro's cute voice, then controlled himself to let Kiro put the robe on. He began dressing himself, putting on his typical tight shirt and long pants.*\n\n\"So, what's for breakfast this wonderful morning?\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Hmm.. What do you usually have for breakfast?\" *She asked as she could hear him walking down to the kitchen, watching her every move as if they're a married couple.*\n\n\"I can cook like — basically everything so we'll be okay! Just tell me what you usually have.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Hm... Typically something simple. Bread, butter, bacon or sausage, and eggs. Of course, if you want to make anything special, go right on ahead.\"\n\n*As Livio observed Kiro working in the kitchen, he caught a glance of the dagger he had tossed to the side in the other room, near the corner of the bed. Whoops. He moved normally towards it, picking it up and sheathing it in his belt before making the sheets, pulling them taut.*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Eh..? Dagger hm? Interesting weapon.\" *She said as she took out eggs and cracked them into a pot, the sizzling noise of the cooking filling the room.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Yeah. Utility knife though. Accidentally dropped it during... You know.\"\n\n*Livio could hear the sound of something sizzling on the pan, immediately moving into the kitchen and peering over Kiro's shoulder.*\n\n\"Ooh, eggs? What kind?\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*She giggles as he asks what kind of eggs she's cooking.* \"There's different types!? It's just normal eggs you'd find anywhere.\" \n\n*She did a swift flip of the egg, the sizzling becoming louder.* \"Careful.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Nah, I mean how you cook it! Sunny-side up, scrambled, fried, like that!\"\n\n*Kiro could feel Livio's hands on her hips as she remained cooking, the man's head nuzzling up against the kemonomimi.*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"F-Fried..\" *She stuttered as he caressed her hips and nuzzled against her, feeling his hot breath on her neck.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio lets his hands slide off Kiro, wandering around the kitchen to get a good sense around the place. Who knows, he might be coming here often.*\n\n\"Fried eggs are nice. Don't need much to make them taste good. How long have you had this place? It's really cozy.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Dad built it.\" *She smiled at his voice, it was so.. It sounded like a hot bitter coffee on a cold morning to her.* \n\n\"And why'd you run offf? Come back here so you can entertain me while I cookkk..!\" *She almost begged, her tired but soft and calm voice whining for him to come back and hold her while she cooks for them.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Ah, is family still around? Or did they move?\"\n\n*Livio moved back to where Kiro was, moving one hand up her stomach and the other hand down.*\n\n\"Your form of entertainment is... Interesting, don't you think?\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Well they're dead.\" *Livio's smile dropped, still holding her.* \n\n\"It's not big deal! Promise. Also, my form of entertainment is not ***Interesting***! I'm purely bored!\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Sorry to ask about that.\"\n\n*Livio's hands soon moved up near Kiro's chest and down her thigh, and he left a small kiss on the side of her neck.*\n\n\"Most people don't have others feeling their bodies for entertainment.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Well then I'm not like most people!\" *She then moved away, putting the egg on a plate and then turning to him.*\n\n\"Tea or coffee?\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio let out a laugh, giving Kiro a quick squeeze before letting her put the eggs on a plate.*\n\n\"Let's do some coffee today. I prefer black; no sugar or cream.\"\n\n*The mercenary then began helping to set the table, laying out napkins and utensils.*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Roger that!\" *She continues to make two cups of coffee, the smell filling her house. She then sets both cups on the table, noticing how his is black coffee with no sugar or even cream and hers is almost a latte, drowned in sugar.* \n\n\"Bon appetit, love.\" *She smiled and took a long sip of her drink, the warmness of the liquid spilling into her stomach, filling her with a pleasant feeling.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Ah, the smell of coffee in the morning. Livio remembered it well during his time in the army, waking up to powdered coffee. The taste wasn't exactly the best back then, but it was the feeling it gave that truly was sought after. The taste of this coffee though, was clean, not gritty like the other one. He did take notice of Kiro's overly creamed and sugared latte; probably was used to a good life.*\n\n\"Bon appetit.\"\n\n*Livio took a smaller sip of his, giving the coffee time to take effect.*\n\n\"So Kiro, just curious... What do you do? For a living, that is.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Used to be a bar tender. No more though, well there's no need anyway. I have enough money to take care of myself until I die.\"\n\n*She set her coffee down, grabbing a claw hair clip that was in the shape of a butterfly, and putting her hair up.* \"There, now my hair won't get in my food.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*That much money from being a bartender? That was somewhat odd; being a bartender could pay well, but not enough to simply not work until death. And kemonomimi lived for a long time. Livio also suspected that Kiro was young; judging by her reactions and experience in bed, nowhere near the hundreds of years certain kemonos could reach.*\n\n\"Until you die? That's quite a lot of money stored up isn't it?\"\n\n\"That's a pretty hair clip you got. Though I did prefer it when your hair was down.\"\n\n*Livio gave a highly suggestive smile at that statement.*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Oh I can take the hair clip out if you'd like — if you prefer it down, that is.. And besides, the money isn't from the job. It's from my insanely and weirdly rich family.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Ah, not now. I meant during in bed.\"\n\n*That would explain it. Inheritance money.*\n\n\"I see now. So you live alone?\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*She lightly choked when she heard him say \"During bed\".* \"Aha — makes sense.\" *Wiping her mouth, or more like dabbing it, she smiled.* \n\n\"Yes, I do live alone. And I love it. I can blast music while in a silk robe and no one would judge me for it because ***No one would know or see!***\" *She giggled.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "How does blastig music work" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Don't they ahve like" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio chuckled at Kiro's reaction. Still so cute.*\n\n\"So you like to dance while barely clothed to music? That's something I'd like to see.\"\n\n*Taking a long sip of his coffee, the mercenary thought of how Kiro lived. Was that all she did?*\n\n\"Surely there's other things you do though.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"There is! I cook, I travel, I read, and more. My life isn't.. Dull. I enjoy how I live. Peace is nice. And so is silence.\" *She takes a long sip, shutting her eyes for a brief moment.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"And drink.\"\n\nLetting out a small laugh, Livio takes another bite of the food. Delicious.\n\n\"Simple, huh? And peaceful. Admittedly, that's not my style.\"\n\nLivio knew that that wasn't the life for him. He lived for the thrill of hunting; the steady trek followed by the pull of the trigger." } ]

[ { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Well it's not always peaceful. I spend a lot of my time in tavern. I drink, sleep with people, get into fights with a lot of guys too. That's occasional though.\" *Her life was only peaceful in the morning. Night is when the fun begins. Shopping, outings, drinking, parties, and vicious scandals is what night life brings to her.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Get into fights? You?\"\n\n*Livio wondered why Kiro was so nervous then if she had slept with people before. She was acting like a virgin experiencing it for the first time.*\n\n\"Unless you have a weapon, I can't imaging you going toe to toe with even a drunk.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Simple, nails!\" *She raised her hand just like the night before, showing her shiny blade like nails.* \"And I don't seem like the type no?\" *She smiled.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Ah, the nails. The nails he remembered gripping his back. Now he could understand. They probably left some nasty cuts.*\n\n\"You seem like a party goer. Sure you don't want to carry a dagger though?\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Daggers are not for me. Don't fit how I dress, act, or anything like that. Too.. Scary ish! I prefer to be mysterious, rather than scary strong lady who kills guys.\" *She giggles.*\n\n\"Oh and, are you finished with your food and coffee? I can take your plate and cup now!\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"A hidden dagger can be concealed easily. I've known many female mercenaries with a small knife strapped to the thigh. With a sheath, of course.\"\n\n*Livio didn't even realize it, but he had already finished his breakfast.*\n\n\"Oh, thank you!\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"I prefer not to hide a dagger on my thigh.\" *She lets out a light giggle, continuing to nod then taking his plate and cup.* \n\n\"Enjoyed it?\" *She asked with pure curiosity, hoping he enjoyed her cooking.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Food almost always tastes good when cooked by a beautiful woman. But even just by itself, it was amazing.\"\n\n*Livio stands up, stretching his arms out.*\n\n\"Well, that's it for morning.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*She sat back down, giving an almost concerned look, as if she's lost.* \"After.. What happened yesterday.. What do you want to do now..?\" \n\n*She's usually great with the get drunk, hook up, then just leave thing, but this is the first time she's been like this. Instead of a meaning less night of fun with a random person, it felt like it had emotion, and it felt like it meant something to both of them.* \n\n*She tilts her head, a habit of hers, waiting for an answer.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Well, you don't work, right? That means we're free to do whatever we want.\"\n\n*Walking over to Kiro, he gently caressed her face, feeling her smooth, pale skin. He smiled warmly, though somehow it beckoned something.*\n\n\"We could always have some more 'fun' if you'd like.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Now!? It's morning! Nearly afternoon!\" *This caused him to let out a light chuckle at her surprised reaction.* \n\n\"I-I mean I don't mind.. But it's morning so! We might di... Disturb others..\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Well, I'll just need you to be quiet, ok?\"\n\n*Livio easily picked up Kiro by her thighs, bringing her up to his head so he could kiss her. Soon, she felt herself being placed on the bed.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "What the fuck is happening in here" } ]

[ { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Ano... Another round..!? Livio!\" *She squealed, squirming around, trying to get out of his firm grip.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"That's only if you want it, of course.\"\n\n*Livio sets Kiro down, letting her do as she pleases. It would be up to her to decide.*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"But yesterday—!\" *She whined and nagged in a bit of a high pitched voice, and letting out little giggles in between.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio let out a laugh, giving the girl a small kiss.*\n\n\"Well, if you don't want it, I guess I'll leave for now then.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"You wanna go shopping? We have nothing better to do, and plus, I need new makeup anyway!\" *She gets up to sit instead of laying down, so it's not comfortable for her poor back.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel lightly flitted through the book he was reading, drawing in the quiet conversation of a hibernating tavern. With frost tinting nearby windows and patrons coming and going more bundled up than before, it was obvious that winter had finally made its appearance. It was fortunate that Terrel managed to get back from his trip in the north just in time. There was no telling what the ships were fairing at this moment. Though he didn't get off completely free from it. He still had a whole trip west to finish, though until then, he simply planned on collecting what he could from here.\n\nWith the snow deciding to pan over the town in its icy layers, Terrel figured it best to take shelter here for now before finding the right time to set off back home. It wasn't the greatest of predicaments, but he could at least get some things done while he was here. He pulled his crimson colored cloak tightly around him, the cottony material, keeping him warm while he strayed away from the fireplace where most had gathered. Terrel typically kept away from large crowds when he could help it, this being one of those moments in finding a place at the bar, distant from the rest. A bartender came by, placing down a drink he had previously ordered to which Terrel gently grabbed without taking his eyes away from various images displayed alongside a series of literature. It seemed relatively calm for the time being as far as most taverns typically go anyways.*" }, { "author": "Leonhard Falkenrath", "message": "A man sat upon a stool braced against the bar almost slumped over, a steady stream of empty mugs having built up around him. \n\"***Oi, another ale... And make sure it isn't watered down this time...***\" The voice that left his lips was gruff and deep heavily accented with a Mentian flair. No, to say it was gruff wasn't quite doing it justice. The man possessed a baritone and cadence that made it sound as if he'd swallowed a handful of gravel. The request made by the man to the bartender was punctuated with a healthy dose of boisterous laughter as the barkeep grumbled to himself and fetched the stranger another mug of ale. \n\nThe man gave the contents of the mug a cursory and extremely brief glance before hoisting it unceremoniously to his lips and taking several large greedy gulps from the tankard. He slammed the cup back down after having depleted it of the nectar that'd been poured within and promptly addressed the barkeep once again.\n\n\"***Feel like you were holding out on me, this batch tastes a lot better than the last few you served. Did you grab it from the top shelf this time?***\" He punctuated his rhetorical question with more boisterous laughter and issued forth a handsignal for another tankard much to the chagrin of the barkeep." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel glanced up as conversation seemed to heighten near him. Well a one-sided one nonetheless. He took brief notice of the man nearby, drinking about. Leon's accent was somewhat familiar to the linguistic Silnari as he continued urging the bartender to bring back more drinks, causing Terrel's prolonged attention. Terrel shifted his gaze between the man and bartender, holding back his own chuckle at barkeep's irritation. It looked like they were practically frozen in together, though something things were bound to be taken advantage of with that.*\"Perhaps a selection from his own personal stash.\"*He said casually in looking back down towards his book. The Silnari's voice carried a similar deepness to it, sounding a lot more smooth than gravelly at that. It wasn't unlike Frichariis to sound this way, however.*\"I know I sure would have by now.\"*His tone seemed to grow lighter at the second part, a hint of amusement added on to it. Although it sounded like a joke in compliment to the man's tenacity, it was more so warning towards his constant orders.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Leonhard Falkenrath", "message": "The man looked over towards the source of a voice nearby as the bartender placed his drink in front of him. It was a Silnari that'd spoken to him, that much was obvious from the pointed ears. Furthermore he could tell it was likely a Fricharii from the tone of voice and deepness. \n\"***Smart man You brought something to do while the cold keeps us stuck in here. I wasn't so fortunate, so it seems I'm stuck pestering the barkeep for ale... Not that he can complain much he's making out like a bandit with the way I'm ordering!***\" He laughed again and smiled at the bartender who grumbled but than apparently saw the wisdom in the mans words and finally let out a deep rumbling laugh himself. \n\"*Suppose yer' right stranger. Can't rightly complain too much, yer' the most business we've had in a few weeks*\" \nThe bartender finally spoke up shaking his head and returning a smile. The Mentian took a drink from his ale and turned his focus to the Silnari. \n\n\"***Good Read? You seem pretty engrossed***\"\nHe spoke trying to strike up a conversation with the mysterious Fricharii, he'd after all be lying to himself if he didn't admit he was intrigued, if not genuinely by the contents of the book than the general appearance of the stranger. The pig mask was after all a rather interesting fashion statement." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Informative read anyways.\"*He said in response.*\"Won't know if it's good or not until I've officially tested it out.\"*Seeing as the man was looking to engage in conversation, Terrel closed the book he was reading, its contents not being something he was looking to share with a random stranger. He took the glass he originally had, sliding it over to the man with an amused expression crossing what little could be seen of the bottom of his face.*\"Though if you're looking to volunteer, I wouldn't be against it.\"*Perhaps it was a test of sorts, the Silnari seeming quite amused by the stranger and his oddly blissful nature despite their predicament. Terrel wasn't a naturally grumpy person, debatably anyhow, though he hardly considered himself as social.*" }, { "author": "Leonhard Falkenrath", "message": "The Mentians face lit up like a christmas tree when the Silnari slid his drink over to him. \"***Ha! Now here's someone who is clearly familiar with the fineries of Mentian culture. You have just gained yourself a very happy and very inebriated friend.***\" He issued forth another bout of laughter as he unceremoniously downed the contents of the glass he was offered and then finished his own tankard the ale sliding easily down the seeming blackhole that had become his gullet. \n\"***Sad to say, I'm not one for volunteer work friend, only time I'm working is when there's coin to be had from it***\" There was a more serious tone to his voice when he spoke this line and an odd glimmer that shined in his eyes for the briefest of moments.\n\n\"***Leonhard Falkenrath, Leon to those that know me. You my swine faced companion are?***\" Leon offered a friendly introduction as his focus had entirely switched over to the Silnari as he silently noted the vague response he'd gotten from him a few moments ago when he inquired on the contents of the book he'd been reading. It was an oddly defensive response, but it was none of his business so he didn't pry and instead moved the conversation elsewhere." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He gave a snort of suppressed laughter in response of the man saying he only works for coin.*\"Coin is easy.\"*He said as if it were a challenge of sorts. In a swift sleight of hand moment, he opened one of his gloved palms to show a single gold coin, soon flipping it into the air before catching it once more and pocketing it.*\"Funny thing how most people only work when money is involved isn't it?\"*He said towards the obvious statement. With Leon introducing himself, Terrel decided to the same in turn.*\"Name's Terrel.\"*The Silnari said, taking his drink back as he did in figuring it was as good as his anyways. Test well passed he supposed as he took a long sip of it. While Leon seemed to have a more excitable nature to him, Terrel remained more calm in taking the time to study the man. If he really was from mentian origin like his accent and words suggested, it made Terrel wonder if part of his reason for being here was because of the war. He seemed a bit to peppy to concern over something like that though to which lead Terrel to questioning further.*\"Traveler, Mercenary, Entrepreneur of sorts?\"*He asked him with little context as if this were where his conversations typically went.*" }, { "author": "Leonhard Falkenrath", "message": "***\"I'm tempted to tell you I'm actually all of those, but no sadly just another bog-standard blade for hire... I rent out my sword arm to the highest bidder. Although I'm told the women here in town have taken to calling me 'That handsome sellsword' and 'That heartless bastard' suppose I'm a bit of a heartbreaker in more ways than one.***\" Leon laughed and rolled his shoulders relaxing and sinking more into the stool he was seated upon. \"***Before you ask, I'm not here for the war. Left that piece of me a long time ago back home, hoping it will stay there... But who knows the demons of the past have a way of coming back to haunt you don't they?***\" His tone was a fair bit more melancholic and embittered as he spoke briefly and preemptively to address a question he assumed the Silnari would have after he'd revealed his profession. \n\n\"***What about you, Traveling minstrel perhaps? Come to regale the masses with grand tales of adventure and glory?***\" He joked taking a complete shot in the dark at Terrels profession of choice knowing full well it was entirely wrong. He already recognized a kindred spirit, after all a dog can always recognize another dog. He was in the company of a Mercenary." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel looked at him skeptically behind the cover of the mask, something about his boldness reminding him of a friend of his. At least he managed to answer Terrel's question, figuring he wanted to get away like anyone else from Mentia. It was quite strange, however. Plenty of mercenaries were taking in the extra work provided from the warfare, but perhaps Leon simply didn't want to get a scratch on the 'handsome face' of his. Terrel shifted away from his thoughts after finding the man similar to those he's met before. Just another sellsword working for coin, but what else did anyone really do around here anyhow? Being asked himself, Terrel simply replied with:*\"A pig.\"*Perhaps it was his way of joking about it or simplifying his ways of work. Many seem to think that because of how much he traveled he would have any more stories to tell than the average person. And they would be right, but he wasn't going to tell him that. A mischievous grin crossed his face at that.*\"Nothing much they do really though, hm?\"" }, { "author": "Leonhard Falkenrath", "message": "\"***Pigs do plenty, pigs are loyal too. A good pig does what it's told and is content to work for its next meal unquestioningly.***\" Leon matched the Silnari's grin with one of his own. It had a roguish charm to it, but it was clear what he was actually saying to his new friend. It went unspoken between the two, but he was sure he understood it none the less. *'I know what you are, you aren't bullshitting me.'* Was the real message that was conveyed between them. \n\"***Find any tasty truffles lately?***\" Leon prodded more at the Silnari about his travels, though he was now cleverly veiling his words and playing along with the Silnari's antics. To an outsider the conversation was starting to seem more than strange and they got a side-eye from the bartender. Leon didn't care though, not much at least." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well I never said I was good at it.\"*He jested along to Leon's description. The Silnari relaxed back a bit more, drinking away what remained of his cup before sliding it over for the bartender to take. Terrel could tell that Leon was aware of him toying around. Silnaris always happened to have that uncanny ability to read into the facial cues of others.*\"Can't say there are many about. Lands gotten pretty dry around here with the cold weather. Perhaps I'll be having to travel out further to find any.\"*He said, choosing his words carefully for what meaning he brought behind them. Perhaps there was a chance Leon was more perceptive than one would originally think of the average Macen. Despite Terrel continuing on with this ruse, he was telling Leon exactly what he wanted to know.*" }, { "author": "Leonhard Falkenrath", "message": "Leon chuckled at the Silnari's self deprecation. He understood full well what the Silnari had told him, understood it deeply. He'd ran into the same issue lately and was quick to respond. \"***I understand full well, hard for a pig to find truffles in this season. Damned cold has dried up all the stock, what truffles are available are rather paltry and lacking flavor.***\" He continued to play along, veiling his words again as the true meaning of the strange conversation about truffles and pigs was construed and revealed only to the two of them. What he'd really just said to the Silnari was something along the lines of *'I understand, the contracts have dried up with the cold, only things being offered are Hard Labor and menial work for low pay.'* He crossed his arms and looked up at the arched wood of the ceiling and stared for a few moments lost in thought as he tried to decide where to steer the conversation next. Finally he looked back down and locked eyes with Terrel.\n\n\"***Where are you thinking of heading? I've heard the Truffle Market in Runra is always booming***\" Not an odd statement, at least not the strangest in the context of an outsider, Runra was home to the Kepen phenomena which made plants and animals grow up to three times their normal size, that wasn't precisely what he meant by that though. He was actually referring to the affects it had on wildlife. Because of the Keppensenyo most of the wildlife in Runra was highly aggressive and dangerous. There were no shortages of merchants looking for escorts or farmers looking to hire people out to protect their crops. All in all it was a rather lucrative affair for mercenaries almost year round." } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel gave a swift shake of his head, his responses now coming more at ease as he began deciphering the messages better.*\"I've had my fill of those kinds of truffles. Plentiful sure, but I figured it best to return to the pigpen lest I wanted to swim back through icy waters or rather become trapped in a den of wolves.\"*He said casually.*\"But returning here made me realize that proper rest was looking more ideal than rooting around for something that'll never be as good as before.\"*He had his share of helping out his friend in the land of Kemonomimi's with jobs that lead him witnessing things he'd probably never see anywhere else. It was a fun semi-vacation while it lasted. Though he'd rather not get stuck there just for the sake of work. Besides, over time, he became less concerned over finding low paying jobs, instead more of a business man looking to invest in what he wanted to. It lead him to meeting quite a lot of mercenaries in his travels, one's he wouldn't have minded working with in his time of doing the simpler tasks if only he'd been fortunate to have known them then. But the world hardly worked that way and he had simply learned to work with what he had at the ready. It made him more successful in the end.*" }, { "author": "Leonhard Falkenrath", "message": "Leon scratched his beard as he contemplated where to take the conversation next. He read between the lines so to speak and eventually decided to probe more into what he was most curious about. \"***Ah, so the farmers given you a nice retirement... I get you. Perhaps you've a hand in some farms? I'm sure you've a keen eye for which farms are worth investing in, perhaps you've even taught some other pigs the ins and outs of good truffles.***\" He kept up the veiled messages, he found some small amusement out of them and besides it put a smile on his face to see how bewildered the bartender was getting. As always though conversation between them had a different meaning then what was said, Leon actually had assumed by the response he was given that the Silnari was retired and had chosen to follow up and ask if he'd invested in anything practical like real estate or perhaps even taken up training other mercs. It was a rather straightforward line of questioning, but what more was there to say? Terrel was an interesting man and it wasn't as if the other patrons had made for good conversation. The most he'd had was chatting up the bartender as he ordered mug after mug of ale." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He waved off the question. While in some cases it would have seemed like he did retire, he still found himself getting caught up in jobs more than anything.*\"Less retired, more of... Acquired a taste for specific kinds of truffles.\"*He said to him.*\"Some I simply stumble upon at this point, but I've stopped searching as hard for them. Instead.\"*He tilted his head towards the book.*\"I found my own way to come across these truffles, truffles that are a lot more worthwhile than the ones hand picked for me after ages of searching. Still, it's amusing to watch the piglets go at it.\"*He said in a tone of amusement.*\"After fighting each other over the bad ones they occasionally return back asking for advice for it. Of course this pig doesn't know what to tell a bunch of them other than simply do better. It never seems like they know where they want to go, simply working constantly for more truffles.\"*He let out a deep chuckle.*\"But saying that would make me a hypocrite.\"*He shifted his focus back to Leon.*\"I wouldn't suppose you're on the hunt for the same out here. Joining in on the fray with the lack of much in the marketplace.\"" }, { "author": "Leonhard Falkenrath", "message": "Leon chuckled as he heard Terrel's explanation. He couldn't help but smile wider, it'd been a long time since he'd encountered someone he could relate to like this. \"***Ha don't I know it, they get one whiff of experience and it's 'You have to teach me!'. As for me, I'm not really hunting right now, work has always had a habit of finding me rather than my finding it... Suppose you could call me lucky in that aspect although at times I consider it more of a curse, hard to get an ounce of R&R when someone always wants you for something or other.***\" Leon wasn't exactly new or unseasoned, he'd spent most of his life at this point as a sellsword so he was intimately familiar with the ins-and-outs of the job. That wasn't to say though that he didn't have room to grow, one could always improve and in the grand scale of things he was a relative nobody. \n\n\"***\"Me right now? I'm just relaxing like you. It's cold enough to freeze the tits off a brass monkey outside ...Thus I'm staying in here where its warm and drinking until I head home or failing that until work finds me.***\" He gave an answer to Terrel's question of whether or not he was on the hunt for work and investments. He paused though after he had finished speaking and thought for a moment deciding to add more to the conversation at hand at the last minute. \n\"***Now that I think of it though, I admit it would be nice to have a more passive stream of income and it isn't as if I'm at a loss for marketable skills***\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"There's a few things that'll sell pretty well during this season.\"*He said, thinking over to the jobs his Kemonomimi friend did. The weather didn't make the jobs any easier, but that was probably the reason why most would pay high for it around this time.*\"If searching for truffles isn't any good for you, I'm sure there are plenty of farmers looking for warm clothing, perhaps some extra meat from the hunters.\"*He said.*\"Of course I'm simply planning on traveling for a while since I have jobs for others that I'll need to watch over. Can never trust those farm animals on their own for too long out here.\"*While he seemed to merely be teasing his future plans, it was true that he was planning on traveling west for the time being. Between his friend and business partner doing a large project on his own, Terrel considered that perhaps he could do something similar with the money he had obtained over countless jobs. Many would be hibernating this season, though fortunately for them, there would be plenty of people about looking for the extra work and probably sanctuary from the war going on at this point.*" }, { "author": "Leonhard Falkenrath", "message": "\"***It'd crossed my mind admittedly, I've only ever hunted for myself though and only when I've absolutely needed to... I'm an alright hand with a hammer and an anvil though, learned a little in my youth. I can't even begin to tell you how much money that's saved me on repairs and upkeep. To be honest with you though, I'm probably traveling as well, who knows perhaps we're even going the same way***\" Leon responded voicing his plans to the Silnari. He gave a glance back towards the barkeep and ordered more ale, this time in a less boisterous and notable more polite manner now that he was entirely enveloped in conversation with Terrel. It took a moment, but the barkeep came back with his ale and Leon wasted little time in downing it as he waited for a response from Terrel." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Have to be traveling for something worthwhile with this weather.\"*He interpreted, mostly in wanting to question why Leon was traveling in the event that it wasn't for work. Terrel supposed that some simply enjoyed the weather enough to want to walk through it, but he partially doubted that was the case with this man. He looked off towards the bartender, asking for a small cup of fruit. While the bartender headed off in slight confusion, Terrel looked back over to Leon at him mentioning them heading in the same direction.*\"Always possible. I've come across several that I've met before. But you tend to see less people heading anywhere other than further south in this cold. I'm sure the Ruttenia is looking awfully nice this time of year. Or are you just traveling 'wherever the wind takes you' or however that saying goes.\"" }, { "author": "Leonhard Falkenrath", "message": "***More like where my feet take me.***\" Leon chuckled before continuing \"***To be completely truthful with you, oftentimes I don't really know where I'm going, more about the journey than the destination. I might do some cursory research before setting out, but nothing too extensive... Thought I might head west back into Mentia for the time being... Possibly even further. I've some things I'd wanted to look into and now is as good a time as any... Considering the jobs that'd be available on my way through.***\" Leon streteched his arms as he sat up more from his slouched position. He wobbled slightly in his chair from the sudden movement and his drunken state, with the amount of empty mugs near him it was nothing short of a marvel how he was still standing let alone holding a conversation." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"So where are your feet planning on taking you?\"*He asked. The bartender eventually returned with the fruit he ordered to which Terrel simply had it set down. Reaching into his long locks of pink hair, he pulled out what looked to be some sort of rodent like animal. Though in reality it was a actually a type of bird. A furrow to be exact. He placed the small animal on the table, idly watching as the creature began nibbling away at the fruit.*\"I know there are probably some jobs in the west if you were to make it past Mentia.\"*He added in partial offer of something.*" }, { "author": "Leonhard Falkenrath", "message": "Leon quirked a brow in bewilderment at the furrow being pulled out from between Terrels hair. \"***Odd, thing to keep in your hair... Are you having it pay rent?***\" He joked before answering the Silnari's question. \"***Middle Mentia, I'm checking up on some people I know in a small village then traveling onwards, I'd thought about either veering north towards Ruipaior or staying my course and heading into Kadrush I'm still undecided,***\" His plans were rather simple and he didn't seem to give much away, but the mention of work did intrigue him. \n\n\"***With the way you're talking you sound as if you have an offer for me... I'd be lying if I said you haven't captured my attention.***\" He leaned forward more into the conversation his stool wobbling slightly and threatening to pitch him completely over and onto the floor before he quickly righted himself and braced a hand against the bar counter. \"***Probably best I stopped drinking eh?***\" He made light of almost falling over as he waited for a response from Terrel with admittedly bated breath." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"No, it simply managed to survive an attack from a wild boar and earned its place in living in rent free retirement.\"*He said in reference to a job he once had to do with exterminating them.*\"He tried to put up a fight which is more funny in the fact that he's still alive.\"*Terrel gave the bird a light pat on the back.*\"A warrior's spirit.\"*A lighter smile crossed the Silnari's face before he eventually drew his attention away from the Furrow to focus on the Macen again.*\"Nah, continue.\"*He said towards his question of whether or not he should stop drinking.*\"You seem to have a nice tempo going. As far as jobs however...\"*He continued, thinking deeply of his next words carefully.*\"I simply know of many opening up for those of various skill sets. Blacksmiths, chefs, farm work, management perhaps. Probably more.\"*He explained, adding a bit of casualness to it. He figured if the man carried any interest in it at all, it would help Terrel's friend out more than anything.*\"Perhaps jobs from the guild around there. A lot of traveling for opportunity.\"" }, { "author": "Leonhard Falkenrath", "message": "\"***Alright than keep your secrets..***\" Leon chuckled and ordered another ale, as he waited on it he continued the conversation. \"***Ah, persistent little bugger is he? I've met my share of interesting wildlife... Can't say any have liked me enough to stay around, but no skin off my back. I'm quite happy on my lonesome.***\" He mused as he watched the barkeep pour his ale turning his attention from the mug that was soon to fill his seemingly endless thirst for drink back to the Silnari. \n\"***Mentioned it earlier, but if you've a contact I do know how to work a forge. Apprenticed to a blacksmith when I was a lad. If there's coin in it, I'd be more than happy to work the forge again for a while in-between contracts.***\" He finished his thoughts and picked up the Tankard that was left for him by the barkeep staring at his reflection in the amber liquid for a while in silent contemplation of something before he quickly downed the drink just as he had with all the others." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Perhaps I shall see you in Kadrush someday then.\"*He said in considering the temporary employment of him. Terrel would have to get back to his Kemonomimi friend about it, but maybe some travel will buy time at any rate. His furrow gradually began finishing up the fruit he was chowing down on, eventually returning to the Silnari and resting on his shoulder.*\"I'll be visiting the Capitol there so if you're interested in the coin we can discuss more there. I'll speak with my truffle gathering business partner for the time being.\"*He said, the beginning of a snicker showing up on his face. Terrel placed a few gold coins on the table to pay for his drink and fruit, soon putting his book away back into his bag.*" }, { "author": "Leonhard Falkenrath", "message": "\"***I'll see where the road takes me, perhaps I shall see you there, perhaps not...***\" Leon smiled as he the Silnari looked to be preparing to leave. He yawned and turned his attention back to the bartender ordering another Ale which was promptly brought to him. He gazed in what might be referred to as a loving manner at the tankard of alcohol before it found its way past his lips and into his stomach. He turned to his new Silnari friend smiled, waved and promptly passed out face down with his head on the bar counter his body bracing itself against the countertop. It seemed all the drinking had finally caught up to the Earth Macen and not a moment too soon, after all he had been running out of things to speak about for a while now so it was all for the better. His last thoughts were filled thinking about what an interesting person the Pig faced elf had been as he slipped into a drunken sleep." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel gave a nod to him, getting out from his seat before beginning to walk towards the door. His gaze fell upon the frosty exterior, knowing full well this would be a pain to walk through. Now or never he supposed. As he went to open the door, he glanced back towards sleeping Macen, a single thought coming to mind. He worked swiftly, writing something small on a thin slip of paper and sliding it underneath Leon's sleeping head before heading off into the cold. A draft of frigid air entered the tavern and, with a single sweep of his cloak, the pig had disappeared off into the snowy terrain. \n\nThe paper left behind was nothing too special, a quick note written out in Menti for the possibility of Leon's origin being as true as he came off.*\n\n\"Search for the wolf.\"*It said cryptically. Just below the text being a doodled image of a pig for reference or perhaps a bit of contradiction. Whether he took the message seriously or not was up to the Macen. Terrel was sure they'd meet again one way or another.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*After a long and hard past month working on his little village, Kibaru came to Salvainia to check up on his restaurant and relax a little bit. He often wondered towards tavern and sat down to listen to some gossip, maybe even join in the conversation. But for now he just sat in front of the bar keep and ordered some milk*\n\n*Kibaru was around 1.8 meters tall and seemed quite toned with his snow white coat, lined with fur open atop revealing it. He wore long black baggy pants that were tethered at the ends, but it seemed more intentional than from wear. He had brown boats seemingly lined with fur. To contrast his wear was his bright blue tails wagging behind him. The number was between 4-6, but it was hard to tell from the constant swirling. Atop his head sat 2 blue fluffy ears coming out from his dark hair seeming to have a slight blue tint*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"***Milk?*** An interesting choice, certainly.\", the prosperous looking young lady remarked as she sat down beside him, ordering a simple red wine.* \n\n*She observed the man next to her, seeing that both of them might be of the same race: kemonomimi. As she waits for her wine, she stretches and yawns, her delicate looking ears twitching in all sorts of places.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru looked at her his ears twitching with her speaking. Well this seemed easier... Usually he would just wait, but it seems he was caught first. He raid a hand up to scratch the back of his head with a nervous act. It was clear to her he had some experience socializing* \"Haha, yeah. It's a really early in the day for me. Just thirsty and decided to grab something to drink... Guess I was just in the mood for some milk\"\n\n*He then looked at her tails tilting his head slightly* \"Kitsune?\" *Kibaru asked before turning back towards her. He himself was Okamimi. And just assumed her fox like tails meant she was a kitsune*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"You're more clever than I thought.. Yes, I am indeed a kistune. The whole outfit gives it away even more than the whole, like, 9 tails and the two fluffy ears. At least I think so. And besides, aren't you one yourself? We look rather similar.\" *She tilts her head, pouting her lips curiously.*\n\n*As the barmaid places the blood-like red wine in front of Kiro, she sighs and smiles, picking up the cold glass cup. She takes a long, lengthy sip and exhales.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"No. I'm an Okamimi. We Okamimi and Kitsune may both be kemonomimi, but we are of a... Prouder lineage should I say. I'm a wolf and you a fox. Not exactly best of friends, but not worst enemies either.\" *Kibar then gave a sniff to cath the wine's sent to try and nail the brand down. But his action might have been a little less clear and it might've seemed like he was sniffing her. He then too a sip off the milk*\n\n\"And it's your tails. The resemble a foxes. That's why I presumed... But sometimes Kemonimi can have those features too. So had to make sure. Names Okami, by the way\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"There's more than to meets the eye.\" *She chuckles lightly, trying to lighten to melancholy mood.* \"I mean.. It's never early for a glass of wine. And besides, I'm **Pretty** Sure your bones will be fine! You look strong.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah, cause I take good care of my body. Tho... It's actually quite funny how we're talking about wine. I was actually also on an errand to get some fine vintage wine for a celebration back home\" *Kibaru looked at her to see if she'd react to that statement.*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"...\" *She opened her mouth, letting out a little squeak of excitement.* \"Gimme!\" \n\n*Her eyes sparkled as she begged.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru laughed at her sudden change of personality* \"The wine is... Well some are from 50 to the age of 20 years... Not exactly wine I can just give away. Nor do I think I'm willing to sell it for any price\" *Kibaru said with a smirk on his face as he looked at her, waiting for her next reaction*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"You have to! I'm richer and of a higher status! Pleaaase..\" *She pouts, whining.* \"Hmph..\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Higher status? So you own land yourself? You have multiple houses and you're able to fund and entire village being build?\" *The smirk on his face made clear he already knew her answer*" } ]

[ { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"I can fund an entire village if I want to. You see these heels? That daimond is real, for one, and the gold is also real. They were handcrafted by my own stylist.\" *She smirks.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"That rich huh. And what is it exactly that you do for a living, miss bartender?\" *Kibaru almost sounded sarcastic when he mention the her*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Bartender? You think I'm a bartender?\" *She tilts her head in confusion, her tails moving with her" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Just pretend it's normal" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Oh. You're not. Then by all mean, do enlighten me on what your profession might be\" *Kibaru turned around to face away from the bar as he looked out towards the crowd of people hanging out in the bar*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"I used to be a barmaid, yes. It was fun, interacting from people and creatures from all walks of life. And of course, the occasional fight. Or more like occasional taking someone home.\" *She smiles and takes a sip of her wine.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Taking someone home? That the type of thing a woman like you are into? Kidnapping?\" *Kibaru frowned almost seeming concerned at what she said*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"WHA—!?\" *She squeaks, startled of what the man beside her said.* \"I don't kidnap! I sleep with people!\"\n\n*She sighs, muttering under her breath*: \"How dumb is this guy..?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru simply smiled at what she said, clearly he was toying with her* \"For a second I thought you might have had brainwashing magic\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Come on, I'm not **That** Powerful.\" *She sighs in relief, taking yet another long sip of her drink.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Though I don't think you have much control of the brainwashing to begin with\" *Kibaru said with a slight chuckle* \"Little miss sugar mommy\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"SUGAR MOMMY!?\" *She yells in disbelief, the whole tavern silencing to look at her.* \"I am NOT a sugar mommy! People pay me rather than me paying them! I receive not give!\" *She continues to yell at him, putting her hands on her hips.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Oh I guess I just misunderstood. I thought you were taking them to your house. I didn't know I was talking to a... Ahem... Woman of service\" *Despite her yelling, Kibaru seemed calm as he looked at the now silenced crown before giving a light nod*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"WOMAN OF SERVICE!?\" *Poor kibaru.* \"I'm not a PROSTITUTE! I DON'T SLEEP WITH PEOPLE FOR MONEY!\" *She gets up from her stool, staring him in the eye, her tails swaying in anger.* \"I. Am not. A FILTHY PROSTITUTE!\" *She breathes heavily as she sits back down.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*With her standing up, Kibaru's tails were completely still and his hand on the hilt of his sword. He looked up at her with a calm demeanour. When she sat back down, his tails continued swaying and he spoke* \"Your a woman that takes men home, sleep with them and get paid. All things you have said. Maybe just phrase if differently, huh\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*Her nails slowly start to get longer, turning into claws.* \"You think they PAY me for sleeping with them? HAH! You wish.\" *She grins, laughing.* \"I sleep with them because I want to. I don't do it for **Money**. ***Seriously, what do you take me for?***\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Your words, not mine. I simply misunderstood what you meant. I apologize. Now, unless you want to loose the ability to slut around, I suggest you calm down. I don't want me misunderstanding your words result in me having to explain another decapitation to the lord of this domain.\" *Kibaru looked at her with an expressionless face and his tails being completely still. The scars covering his body made clear he wasn't bluffing*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*She sighs, calming down, her claws going back to nails. She gulps down her wine, sighing once again afterwards.* \"That's dumb. Really, really dumb. Idiotic, even.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru resumed his posture, tails still completely still before the crow livened up again* \"What do you mean?\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*She chuckles lightly.* \"It just is.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Don't get what you mean, but I won't press on about it any further\" *He finished up his milk before taking a long stretch with his arms overhead and a yawn. The fur of his tails standing on end before falling back down again*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"It's getting late now.. What time is it?\" *She asks in a more calmer tone.*\n\n\"Bartender! I need another glass please.. Never mind, give me the whole bottle.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"About an hour or so before sunset. Which probably means I need to get going. Sort out thing in my restaurant and maybe see about what I can do with the new delayed shipping and pirate attacks on the vessel\" *Kibaru stood up, putting his glass down and thanking the bartender with a coin. Having paid more than what he is due.* \"The rest is for what ever the lady might have. As an apology for my misunderstanding\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Time to get romancing\n\nI'm so good at this part" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*She takes the bottle, popping it open, and taking a long sip. She turns to him slowly with teary eyes.* \"Stay. Please..\" *She asks him in a whiny voice that sounds like it's about to break.* \n\n*She gazes into his eyes with nothing but sadness and longing, then looks back down to her heels. Is it so bad she wants him to stay even after he was rude to her? Or at least she thought he was rude.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru looked down at her, his eye twitching. The last thing he wanted right now was a temperamental or emotional drunk right now. Especially considering how he's nice glass of milk was spoiled by the tense air. But refusing her could only make things worse, having a woman cry out in the public with his face being clearly visible* \"I should've worn the mask\" *He mumbled to himself*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"I heard that.. Why would you wear a mask?\" *She asks curiously.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Uhhh\" *Kibaru stood there realizing he said it out loud. This habit has gotten him into more trouble than what it was worth. And this lady was a runner up for the woman that caused him the most trouble, the only thing missing now would be a burning building* \"Cuase... Uhhh. I'm shy?\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"That won't fool me, dumbass.. I may be drunk but I can still sense lies. You wear it to avoid women like me, huh?\" *Her voice now sounded less whiny, more annoyed and irritated because of what just occurred.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"N-no. I just...\" *Kibaru stood there frozen in his sentence before turning away from her and discreetly trying to walk away from this situation before it got worse. The stares he got was unnerving even for a mercenary*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*She gets up, walking to him as her heels clank against the cold floor. She swiftly stops him by grabbing his wrist lightly with her soft hands.* \"Come on.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"You want me to stay that bad? Where all these people are?\" *Kibaru asked with a raised eyebrow. At this point he just wanted to leave the bar. With or without her. The stares and muttering about them was getting on his nerves*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Yes! Have I not made that clear enough? Or if you want, we can go to yours or mine.. I'd prefer mine though since it's better and cleaner than yours I'm assuming... But I want you to stay. Come on..\" *She doesn't let go of his wrist, only tightening her grip.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Cleaner- He-eh... You know what, sure.\" *His house was out in the forest and his eatery was a little busy. And it would probably be best if she didn't know where he lived. Who know, he could even make a break for it when she's distracted with something*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Yay so you're going home with me!?\" *She says happily, squealing.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah, sure. Take me home... Right now I'm starving though. I really wouldn't mind some food\" *Kibaru's stomach growled in agreeance to what he said*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Yay! I'll cook for you!\" *She says excitedly, holding his hand and dragging him along the crowd.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would let out a sigh. He's heard of plenty guys experiencing this type of thing, and he for one most definitely didn't expect to be roped into a scene like this. At least he had a habit of not bringing allot of money on small trips like this. Not much worth stealing anyway... Though he doubted this seamstress needed any from how she was going on* \"Hope you know how to cook\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Of course I know how to cook!\" *She says as she drags him out of the tavern, her heels clacking against the hard road.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru didn't resist it anymore, but he didn't want to be dragged along either, the less rumours, the better. He instead decided to walk next to her.* \"And it better not be 3rd rate. If the food isn't up to standards, I'm walking\" *At the very least he would be getting a free meal... Not that it would really be free in this situation.*\n\n*He then looked back at her tails before thinking to himself* \"Ironic\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Hm? How are my tails ironic?\" *She asks as she calms down to a slower walking speed. However, her grip on his rough hand only tightened as she walked with him along the lights.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Nothing to do with your tails... I just... Yeah\" *Kibaru scratched his head, looking away and trying to hide his slight blush from her. He was holding her hand, not that he had much choice about now* \"It's nothing, don't worry about it. Just me rambling\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Come on we'll be there soon! And I'll make you a nice warm mealll!\" *She giggles as she takes him into a tight opening, her heels filling the void of sound.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"What's the plan then? What food you making for your poor captive guest?\" *Kibaru asked as he begrudgingly followed her to the tight opening where his hair almost shot up. Something about this gave him a terrible sense of Deja Vu*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Pork katsu curry with rice! It's my great grandma's recipe, it's in been in my family for generations!\" *She squeezes through the opening, revealing a concerningly big traditional keguntanese house.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Of course it's curry... Sigh... I've probably made that dish so much in the past. Though I can't say I've had Pork Katsu before. I can't wait to give it a try\" *His attitude seemed to change at the mention of the food. He also seemed allot less tense. After squeezing in behind her, and seeing the Kelantanese house, he stood still to admire it. Though it somewhat felt a little... Creepy to find one here* \"Well this most definitely looks nice\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"This is my house!\" *She giggles, waiting for his reaction.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well it's strange to see it suddenly in Salvainia... But I'm quite curious as to how it looks... And if it has the space for my... Needs... Well... Lead the way then. I'm not going to be running away\" *And this was not true. He was too curious about what the food would taste like and what the inside of this house looks like... He did however give a once over of his surroundings though*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"My father built it here before he died. So I'm planning to never live in another place.\" *She opens the gate, walking up to the sliding door as she opens that slowly too.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Wish I could remember what my parent's house looked like. Even my grand's that I do remember has long since been destroyed\" *Kibaru gave a quite sigh before following after her*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Oh this wasn't my parents house or the house I grew up in! I grew up in keguntan but we had to move here, so he built this house while we were in keguntan. Take off your shoes before entering.\" *She takes off her heels, placing them in front of the door. The inside is also traditional decorated with keguntanese furniture and patterns. In the living room, there's a picture of her father hung.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would remove his boots as she requested* \"Not much different than Runran tradition.\" *Kibaru smiled with this being a custom he was well use too by this point. As he entered, his eyes wondered about the place. He smiled at looking in the insides* \"Most definitely not just some hook-up spot or a trap\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Obviously not! I've left it alone since my dad built it and decorated it. The only difference is my room.\" *She smiles, taking off her robe and setting it down on the couch with the delicate keguntanese design.* \n\n\"I'm going to go get changed and put my apron on, okay? You sit on the couch. Feel free to look around and don't you **Dare** Run away. I know what you're thinking, Kibaru.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I was planning on it, but I think I'd rather dine then dash, thank you\" *Kibaru took of his snow white coat after she left revealing his questionable choice not to wear shirts and sat down where instructed. He stretched once more as he got comfortable on the coach* \"Well this is comfy... Different smell than what I'm use though\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*She goes into her room, closing the door and opening her wardrobe.* \"Hmmm..\" *She picks out a red slip dress.* \"Comfy enough.\" *She leaves her room, putting her apron on as she watches Okami.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"So... Got any... Coffee perhaps or milk is fine too...\" *Kibaru said as he gave her new look a once over. She seemed more comfortable at the very least. He was just glad she's following through on the promise of food. He stood up and walked towards her* \"Sure feels nice having to just sit back and have someone else do the cooking for a change again\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"I ain't no house wife. I'm just doing this because I'm a nice person!\" *She walks over to the kitchen, taking out the ingredients she needs for pork katsu curry. She then takes out the rice, pouring it in a bowl of water, leaving it to soak.* \"You better help when I need you!\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yes ma'am... Despite my looks I know my way around the kitchen\" *He looked at the kitchen as if almost appraising it's worth* \"Why. The house wife thing a little too restrictive for your taste?\" *He asked on the previous subject*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Yes! I'm not some man's fucking dishwasher. Excuse my language.\" *She rolls her eyes.* \"Now come and cook the pork so I can make the curry!\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"You're just your own dishwasher then I take it. Living with or without someone, I did the dishes still. I mean. How can I not\" *He took the pork before doing as request, but making sure it was done to her liking* \"I don't know this recipe, so don't be annoyed if I ask for help\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"I won't be annoyed if you ask for help! Come onnn, I'm not that mean.\" *She cuts up vegetables rapidly, almost like a professional. The clacking of the knife fills the room as she concentrates with all her might.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"What ever the \"Not a man's fucking dishwasher says\". Seriously. If you're apologizing for that langue... Well... Ahem\" *Kibaru fell silent before he continued doing his thing, doing it allot slower, without a single care in the world* \"I've missed this kind of thing though?\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"You've missed cooking? Or spending time with others?\" *She asks as she pours the vegetables into the pot, pouring the curry in it as well.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Cooking peacefully with others. It's allot different than what I'm use too\" *Kibaru continued doing his thing, he seemed to not mess up just yet, making sure to ask her about the food every now and again* \"Can't say I've ever cooked and type of pork or boar like this before. Even though it's my favourite meat\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Hm? That's odd.\" *She continues to cook, concentrating on the food rather than what's he's saying.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah. Some people just don't like pork I guess. But it's what ever. I still love it\" *Kibaru's attention didn't seem to be much on the food, however, the food seemed to be doing great for his lack of attention. It seemed he was use to handling food in the Kitchen*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Pork is nice!\" *She pouts while cooking, sighing in relief when the curry smells proper.* \"Are you done with the pork? I'm gonna make the rice now.\" *She says as looks at the rice in the bowl of water.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Almost. Just a few more minutes... I can practically taste it.\" *And after a minute, he was done. He then placed it to the side* \"Well that bit is done. How about I make us some coffee. I'm thirsty\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Then drink water, dumbass. Who drinks **Coffee** When they're thirsty?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I do. That's like asking you who drinks wine before dark. I need the caffeine. I wish I could get a good nights rest, but I haven't been able to sleep well in quite a while. So I have to resort to pumping myself with energy to get me through the day... Besides. I'm bloody exhausted... I might just pass out the second my stomach has been filled\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"No, I'm not feeding you coffee at this hour!\" *She pours him a cold cup of water.* \"Here, this was from the springs in Keguntan. It's fresh.\" *She hands it to hip, touching his hands once again.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "HIP????? I meant him bruh" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru gave a quick sigh before taking the cup* \"Very well... Just don't expect me to be up late if this is all you're giving me. I could just go out and go get some if you don't have any. I could even bring some tea as a thank you\" *Kibaru jugged the glass and wiped off his mouth before giving her the cup back*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"I do have some! I just want you to sleep well.\" *She mutters under her breath:* \"But I know a way I can keep you awake.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I bet you do\" *He would pat her head before looking over at the rice. After he would sit back down on the coach and relax again* \"Smells so great. I might just die from hunger\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"It's done now!\" *She pours rice for the two in seperate plates, then pouring the curry next to it. She carefully uses her chopsticks to place the pork on both plates, finally finishing. She places both plates on the table, sitting on her cushion.* \"There we go!\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru stood up before taking his plate and sitting down at the table. He then clasp his hand together* \"Thanks for the food. And may you return to the cycle of life\" *He then opened his eyes before he started eating*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*She doesn't touch her food, waiting for his reaction to it.* \n\n\"So..? How is it!?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru frowned slightly before swallowing and speaking* \"You know, when introducing strangers to your house and making food for them then not touching it is quite worrisome. Take a few bite and I'll tell you about my thoughts after\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Agh fine..!\" *She takes a huge bite, blowing on it before.* \"Ahh.. Just as good as always...\" *She melts from the flavours, her ears and tails flopping down in happiness.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*As her tails started sway, so did his* \"It tastes great thanks. You just had me a little concerned... I was afraid you might have drugged the food. Not that I'm saying you would... Just wouldn't be a first for me\" *The last bit his tone was heavy, but his tails continued wagging as he ate* \"Not bad at all... I might even adopt this... Depending if you'd allow me that is. Of course, I'll be making a few tweaks here and there... And make sure Hu Lang doesn't mind\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Diao? Who's that?\" *She asked with her mouth half full. Her pajamas looked a lot better out of the apron, making her figure even more pretty.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"She's a... Business... Rival? Associate? She owns the lotus. You've probably heard about it. Great place to eat out at from time to time\" *Kibaru said as he gave a few glances at her.*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Enjoying the view?\" *She giggles as she takes another bite.* \"You can stare, you don't have to be sneaky, Okami.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I mean. Maybe I'm just shy.\" *Kibaru chuckled before finishing his food* \"That was good. Thanks Kiro. The food was amazing. Just what I needed\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "*After washing up and tidying up, she gazes at him and says*: \"Hey.. I don't have another room, and the couch isn't as comfortable as my bed.. So do you want to sleep in my bedroom? It'd be better..\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Nah. I'll go find an in, dont worry about it\" *Kibaru got up and stretched some more. Before he went to go grab his goat, dust it off and fold it up before leaving it in the middle of the coach*" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"It's not worth it.. And didn't you say you have like no money!? Come on! My bed is sooo comfortable!\" *She tries not to sound like she's begging.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Relax. I'm joking. I know why you dragged me here and it wasn't to feed me.\" *He the pats head head again before blushing slightly* \"I told you before didn't I. I'm just a little shy, okay. Not like I've got anywhere near your body count...\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Y-You think I dragged you here to sleep with you!? I dragged you here because you seem interesting.. And so far you seem worth wasting my time on.\" *She looks away, looking down at the floor.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah yeah. You're not gona bring my hope's up and just crush them, are you?\" *He said before facing his hand on her chin and lifting her gaze to meet is* \"Though if you don't want, I'll just crash at an inn and we can call it a night from here\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"Noo.. I wouldn't.. Mind it...\" *She looks away, her chin softly resting on her hand. She refuses to look into his eyes, her breathing growing heavier.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Aww, now you're getting flustered. What happened to that confidence?\" *He smile as he looked at her* \"You know something funny. I've never actually been with my own kind before.\"" }, { "author": "Kiro Hatsumi.", "message": "\"You should know something about your own kind..\" *She suddenly takes his hands, pinning him to the floor.* \"We don't back down. And my confidence is still there, thank you very much.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*With her sudden move, he chuckled as he now looked up at her* \"You dont say, huh. Well then, you dont need to be gentle. Just don't make me too excited. Wolves tend to be more aggressive than foxes\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "*Nagai was excited, well she was always excited but this time she was more excited than usual, all because she finally got to the lands of Salvania, and more importantly to an actual city, and she thanked the Uha for that, because if she saw one more field she would loose her remaining sanity.\n\n The moment she arrived she inmediatly looked for an inn, she always did that because the first time the oni went on a village without looking for one, she ended arriving a little too late to get a room and had to sleep in a muddy stable in the middle of winter. After she got her room key though, she decided to do the second thing she always did when she arrived somewhere, that was of course asking for the best food the place had and eat like she had been starving for days, she also got a cup of tea, but that was because it was too early for beer. Anyways, after a bit of waiting she finally got a sight of the busy waiter trying to balance the rather big plate of roasted potatoes and started drooling, she felt like she hadn't eaten in days, (she had in fact eaten three hours ago) and jumped at her food the moment it touched the table, not without thanking the waiter first though, manners mattered after all.*" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*Yash-Ketz stands outside of the inn, admiring the architecture and design of the building. He just arrived in the city and had tied Milky ~~the whiny bastard~~ his horse up in the stables. He doesn't like leaving Milky alone, but it can't be helped. He needs to get himself something to drink and he doesn't think horses can really drink and eat what he can.\n\nAnd so he walks towards the inn's door and tries ~~and fails~~ to open the door. He looks at the door confused and pulls and pushes it, trying to open it for a moment. From inside it just looked like someone is rattling the door for some reason. But he does get it after actually turning the handle properly and opens the door and walks on in*\n\n\"Greetings! Does this fine looking building serve coffee!? Ive been all over the city now and no one seems to serve coffee anymore. Its absurd I tell you! Having a good looking building and not serving coffee, preposterous.\"\n\n*To the people inside all they see is this random purple lizard dressed like a sorcerer or wizard or something ranting about coffee. An... Interesting spectacle. Well it is rumored that mages aren't all there in the head*\n\n~~full character reference cuz yes~~" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "*The readhead looked at the spectacle in front of her, the fork frozen in the middle of it's way to her mouth* Huh, what a weird person *She thought as she muched on a potato in a unnecesarily savage way, she then stopped again to think* Wait, this is adventure waiting to happen! I must talk with this purple fellow inmediatly! *And thus she rushed through the rest of her plate, to the horror of the people around her, who looked at the utter destruction of the poor potatoes in a mix of fear, awe and maybe a bit of admiration.\n\nThe oni stood up with her cup of tea, as she valued first impressions, and certainly a cup of tea would make her look classy, though just in case she raised her pinky finger to maximize the fancy factor, then she energetically walked up to the 'purple fellow', and half shouted* \"Well hello there mister! I agree with your stance about coffe, it should be a right to have at least one coffe shop!\" *She stomped the ground with that last sentence, causing several tables to shake and some of her tea to spill, which caused her to hurriedly put it in the nearest table and clean herself with a napkin she had in her pocket, after that she blew her hand, which really was unnecessary, as the tea wasn't that hot to begin with* \"That's gonna leave a mark\" *She muttered to herself, through it obviously wouldn't, but she liked the theatrically of it*" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*Yash-Ketz looks at the strange woman who just wolfed down her food like a starved.. We wolf. What is one supposed to make of that? What do you think? What do you say? No one knows, but Yash-Ketz does. All he has to focus on is that shes implying to be a connoisseur of coffee and thats enough for him*\n\n*He looks at the woman, his eyes glinting with excitement and his tail swishes, slamming into the door which made him quickly glance back and then at her again*\n\"Ahh someone who agrees at last! I was getting worried this city has abandoned the way of coffee since last I was here. Ive walked into 4 different buildings just today and not one of them has served coffee at all! They just all laugh and tell me to get out or buy a drink. Absolutely ridiculous, they don't consider coffee a drink? Who does that? Of course coffee is a drink! Its the purest most wonderful drink in existence! IN FACT ONLY COFFEE DESERVES TO BE CLASSIFIED AS A DRINK, PUTTING ANYTHING IN THE SAME CATEGORY AS IT IS A DISSERVICE TO ITS WONDERFUL NATURE\"\n*The lizards tail slams against the floor as he visibly ~~and audibly~~ becomes more passionate in his eccentric rant about coffee*" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "*The pale oni was already amused by this conversation, the people she had met before where all calm and collected, and she had enjoyed talking to them in a normal manner, but this was far more entertaining to her, and so she just followed along.* \n\n\"You are absolutely right mister! COFFE IS INCREDIBLE, though I must admit I do like tea too\" She shouted, then she took a sip of her tea and raised the cup a bit to emphasize her point \"Though really, what is tea if not a distant cousin of coffe?\"\n*She wasn't sure about that claim, but they both went on hot water and tasted like plant so why not? \nShe looked around, searching for approval and she saw a plethera of people looking rather confused, others looked annoyed by the shouting, and some where laughing at her takes, but a few looked like they where questioning their existence. Of course to Nagai this was an absolute approval of the public and she raised her cup shouting:* \"TO COFFE, AND IT'S TWICE REMOVED COUSIN TEA!\" *Then she proceeded to gulp down the rest of it, with a satisfied look on her face.*" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*The reptilian nods vigorously, his tail flicking around. Its a little difficult to tell his expression considering how rare it is to see reptilians out and about but he does seem.. Proud??*\n\"Ahhh! A coffee connoisseur! By the gods you would not believe the amount of heretics Ive met in my travels. People who *Dont* Love coffee! Can you imagine? Oh but this establishment does serve coffee doesnt it? And cheese if at all possible..\"" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "\"Oh that's absolutely horrible! Not liking coffe should be illegal, also I think they do have cheese, not sure about the coffe, though it would be weird for an inn to not have it considering the emount of people that end up with hangovers after drinking away all night\"\n*The woman looked deep in thought, trying to remember if she had seen coffe in the menu, at the same time she put her now empty cup in the tray of a waitress that passed nearby, thanking her for her service and the good tea.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*The reptilian nods somberly as if its the most depressing thing ever. Its quite clear to everyone that hes probably not all there in the head, at least thats what the assumption is based on his behavior.*\n\"Such a shame.. These poor people are drinking alcohol instead of coffee. What a depressing existence to live without drinking the sweet black brew of life in favor of some bitter drink. Hopefully they at least eat cheese. Everyone eats cheese dont they? Put it on bread and burn it over a fire if you have to, but eating cheese is simply a must\"" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "\"Ah yes, cheese is an absulte must, I haven't met anyone that dislikes cheese, it's probably impossible since it's so good! How could anyone go one morning without eating some cheese? The being that made it should be worshipped as the highest of spirits!\" *Nagai agreed, after all, dairy was the best to her*" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*The reptilian was suddenly rather quiet, staring at her for a few seconds. All the enthusiasm he just had completely disappeared as he watches her curiously*\n\n\".. Worship cheese you say?\"" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "*The oni stopped her monologue and actually thought about what she had said, she did think dairy products, especially cheese where divine, but worthy of worship?... Absolutely! Why not? After all there where some religions that believed some foods to be sacred right? Why not cheese?* This is an absolutely revolutionary idea *She thought* \n\n\"I mean, yeah why not? Hail cheese!\"\n*At this point the people at the bar where watching the two of them ramble about coffe and cheese like it was a comedy show, it certainly seemed like one, but Nagai was having too much fun to notice the amusement of the crowd.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*He reptilian folds one arm behind his back and uses the other hand to rub his chin as he observes her*\n\"Whats your name mysterious connoisseur?\"" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "\"That would be Nagai Fuso, at your service good sir\" *She said making an exaggerated reverence*" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*The reptilian folds both arms behind his back in a rather professional looking manner*\n\"Miss Fuso, how would you like to start a religion with me with cheese as its god?\" *The reptilian is clearly dead serious based on his tone of voice and attitude*" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "*Nagai's eyes shined in excitement, as a smile crept up her previously confused face, only for a moment though, as she tried her best to put on a serious face again to go with the vibe* \n\"Oh I would be absolutely thrilled to do that with you Mr...?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*The lizard raises his muzzle and assumes an appearance that can only be described as prideful*\n\"Yash-Ketz, no surname. Sorcerer and coffee connoisseur, full time student of magic and part time problem solver. Its a pleasure to meet you\" *He really does look proud of himself even though the titles he used to describe himself aren't actually fancy at all. He really is just an adventurer/traveler whos a bit eccentric*" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "\"Well then mister Yash-Ketz, I believe we've got a deal and a very *Cheesy* Religon to start\" \nT*He Oni chuckled as she extended her hand, partly as a way to greet the lizard and partly to signal the deal between the two*" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*The reptilian enthusiastically grabs her hand and shakes it, his tail swishing around*\n\"I do believe so. But! First things first. Food and coffee. Starting a religion on an empty stomach.. Well would be heretical considering cheese is a food\"" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "\"Oh I could use some more food! Let's go grab a table\" \n*The oni said as she looked at where she was sitting before to see if it was still vacant*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*Yash-Ketz nods thoughtfully, albeit a bit confused as he walks over to the table and sits down, ensuring his tail is curled around the chair leg as to not just lay in the middle of the road*\n\"A tavern? Hmm.. It seems very similar to a restaurant to me but very well! Is there a menu of sorts?\"\n*He rubs his handa together ~~although frankly it looks a lot more.. Villainous than intended as his appearance does give off a almost insidious vibe with the purple and the whole draconian look of his horns~~ and looks around for the aforementioned menu*" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "*Nagai waved to call the waitress, who gave them two menus, after she looked at hers for a bit she decided on what she wanted* \n\"I want a cup of coffe and a sanswich please, what about you mr. Yash-Ketz?\" \n*The oni asked while looking at him with a curious look, as she believes that you can get to know a person best by the way they order their food*" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*He looks over the menu carefully, his entire attitude having shifted to serious consideration. He clearly takes food much more seriously than he made it seem*\n\"Hmm... A cup of coffee to start me with. I'll order food when that arrives, should give me ample time to browse for something\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "*They watched as the waitress went away, Nagai shifting her attention to the lizard in front of her*\n\"Well, while we wait why don't we get to know eachother? I mean, if we are going to create a religion together I should at least know your favourite color\" \n*The Oni sat more comfortably on her chair, relaxibg her pose as she played with a strand of her hair*" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "\"Ah splendid idea! That would certainly make a lot of sense, cant begin massive projects without knowing a bit of the other person\" *Yash-Ketz folds his hands, peering at her over his muzzle* \"Hmm.. I dont think I have any favorite colors, but I do have a preference towards blue and black? What about you miss Nagai?\"" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "\"Well, I would say red is my favourite color\" * She said holding the hair strand up* \"But recently im really liking green, maybe it's because I've been traveling so much through the woods...\"" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*He nods thoughtful, rubbing his chin*\n\"Oh I see i see. Red is a color that goes with almost anything. But the greenery of a forest brings peace to ones soul. I do quite like green, but different colors colors intrigue and catch my attention more as they simply dont appear out in the wild much\"" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "\"Well, for more unnatural colors I would say that purple is very pretty\" *She looked around and quickly spotted the waitress, who was just getting out of the kitchen with their stuff* \n\"Well, now that our food is about to arrive what about we speak about the really important things\" *She slammed the table for the dramatic factor* \"Cheese\" *The oni said with an overly serious tone* \"How are we naming this religion and it's god?\"" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*He glances around as well to try and see what shes looking for but shifts his attention back to her*\n\"Ive never seen purple actually, so I don't know if its pretty or not. Perhaps people should start wearing it more often if its a good color\"\n\n*He rubs his hands together now that shes gotten to the meat of the topic*\n\"Ahh cheese, where to begin. I dont believe we need a god or a specific name, we shall merely worship cheese and any food that is considered to be on par or near its level. We can call the members Connoisseurs as thats what you have to be to enjoy a wide variety of good food. We can only allow those that truly understand the magnificence of cheese and food to join\"" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "*The oni looks confused at the clearly purple lizard in front of her, how could he had never seen purple? Also, she was wearing a purple top, so maybe he just didn't know what purple was? She decided to clarify just in case, because she took pride on her color matching skills when choosing outfits*\n\"Yeah, its so great that im using it right now see?\" *She lifter her arm and pinched the sleeve of her top so he could see it better\"\n\n\"That sounds great! We cannot let go other delicacies go unnoticed by just ignoring what's below the greatness of cheese. \nWe do need a name for the *Priests* Of our religion\" *She stopped to think for a moment, and then she raised her head, eyes shining by the greatness of her idea* \n\"WE SHALL CALL THEM CULINARY MASTERS! It definitely showcases how much these people have devoted to cheese, to the point of mastering good cuisine as to not desecrate it by cooking it wrong! Oh my heart shakes just by thinking about the love these people will put into their meals\"\n*'and my stomach rumbles too' she thought as she took a mighty bite out of her sandwich, trying to calm the hunger brought upon by her speech about delicious food*" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*He looks at her in a mix of confusion, worry and 'is she ok..?' as he glances at her top then at her expression*\n\"..Im quite certain thats a blue top.\"\n\n*His eyes glint as well at the revelation of such an amazing idea*\n\"Genius! Truly a worthy title of those who have ascended beyond the mortal grasp of the culinary arts.\"\n*He takes a sip of his coffee, his entire attitude relaxing similar to that of someone who finally has a moment to not worry about absolutely anything whatsoever. He truly does love coffee if hes capable of visibly becoming so relaxed and calm from one sip*" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "\"How is this blue?? My scarf is blue and its waaaay darker than the purple of my top\" *She looks utterly confused, is she hallucinating? Or maybe it's him? She could have sworn the top was as purple as the fellow in front of her*\n\n\"Oh and we should say things like 'by the love of cheese' to make people be intrested in the movement!\" *\n*The oni exclaimed enthusiastically, visibly excited by the prospect of Yash-Ketz calling her idea \"Genius\".\nThe people around looked at her not so discrete blathering with annoyance, a few laughing at the situation, those being the ones that had heard the original conversarion and still remained at the inn*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*The reptilian looks at her utterly bewildered. He knows for a fact that shes wearing blue, so why does she think its purple*\n\"No thats definitely blue. It's blue as the sky\"\n\n*He nods enthusiastically, crossing his arms while he does so*\n\"And also to express that we love cheese enough to replace gods with it. After all we can see the cheese, we can touch the cheese, we can create the cheese. Oh.. If we can create and eat the cheese thst might implicate that we're gods as well... Hmm... That would be a problem-\" *He frowns like he just stumbled on a very concerning issue*" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "\"But I bought it specifically *Because* It was purple, not as purple as you, I must admit, but still very purple\" *She pointed at Yash-Ketz accusingly, hoping to get clarification on how the lizard hadn't seen his own scales as purple*\n\n\"Is there a difference between those and cheese though? I know it sounds preposterous, but technically all those other gods only exist because we acknowledge and worship them, and spirits originate from us, yet we don't see that as a reason to worship ourselves, at least from what I've seen in my own culture\" \n*She rubbed her chin, deep in thought*\n\n\"Maybe we just discovered cheese, but its existence was destined to happen?\"" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*He just seems even more confused by the second, but when she mentions his scale he just starts laughing*\n\"Ohhh! I see whats going on. Youre also making the scale joke. Ahh, a lot of people sure love this purple scale humor, it must be quite popular if everyone knows it\"\n\n*He rubs his chin and nods slowly, humming thoughtfully*\n\"You just might be right. If people can worship all these strange things then I see no reason to not worship cheese as well. There's so many of these religions that theres absolutely no reason cheese will be any different!\"" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "*Nagai looked quite puzzled by the joke comment, but decided to play along and just laugh it off, after all it was quite the silly argument* \n\"Haha well, purple is quite funny after all\"\n\n*The oni grabbed her hair strand and started playing again with it as she commented:*\n\"Also, cheese is easier to understand than any god out there since it's just cheese, maybe its divinity even lies in its simplicity\"\n*She laughed loudly before continuing*\n\"Well, at least it's divinely tasty\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "\"Well I dont quite understand the it myself but it must be quite the good joke. One of these days I will figure it out!\" *He claps his hands together ~~which didnt really make a clap sound, it was more of a.. Grating 'click' sort of sound~~ and laughs again*\n\n*He nods enthusiastically, taking another sip of his coffee*\n\" Oh yes, there is a certain charm to simplicity isnt there? And if something can taste so good no matter what you do with it then by the leaves on trees it deserves to be worshipped!\"" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "*The Oni just laughed as an awnser, the situation was very amusing after all, though she was still left confused, thus she made a mental note to check the color of her clothes later, she was sure it was purple, but who knows these days?*\n\n\"You are very right Mr. Yash-ketz, I think that also applies to coffee and tea doesn't it? \n*She took another bite of her sandwich before continuing*\n\"Maybe we should expand it to a full pantheon at this rate?\"\n*Nagai joked while taking a sip of her coffe, it looked like she was enjoying it, even though it always looked like that when she was eating*" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*He rubs his chin, his tail swishing about as he thinks for a bit*\n\"Hmm.. A pantheon of cheese and coffee. That certainly sounds appealing.. However I believe we should introduce cheese first and then add coffee to the religion as we shall be praising all manners of good food?\"" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "*The oni scratched her head as she took another sip of her coffe*\n\"You mean like the main God of the pantheon?\"" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*He nods, running a hand over his head's scales*\n\"Yes exactly. Cheese will be the main focus as it is so amazing, then we shall introduce coffee as the greatest beverage alongside it. Cheese will be the god of foods and coffee of beverages\"" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "\"Sounds delightful! Such tasteful gods surely will be deserving of rituals, would cooking be enough prayer or should we do something else? Maybe some kind of sacrifice?\"\n*The sandwich was gone in two more bites after that, and the coffe followed next, once she ran out of things to eat or drink, she fully rested her back on the chair, relaxing her posture*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*He takes a quick sip of his coffee before he answers her*\n\"Oh no no no, no sacrifices. I have seen too many cults and religions go off the deep end with sacrifices. We shall stick to simple rituals of creating delicious food and consuming it together, starting with the lowest ranked food and beverage and then making our way up each night. And then on the day we consume cheese and coffee, we shall make it a festival of cheese!\"\n\n\"Yes I can see it now. Tables full of all kinds of cheese everywhere!\"" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "\"I agree, blood just begets more blood, plus a cheese festival sounds tastier and more creative than just killing people for the sake of it, I already have some recipes on my mind!\"\n*In fact Nagai was full of ideas, cheese was such a versatile ingredient, she could make anything with it, and her inner chef was in flames (in a good sense)*" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*Yash-Ketz nods in full agreement, crossing his arms*\n\"And besides, what would we do with the bodies? Someone will have to clean up such ritual messes. Its much more cost efficient to have a festival of foods than paying for corpse disposal. Ohh I cant wait to start making some cheese oriented food, perhaps I can put coffee in some bread or something to make it coffee flavored\"" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "\"Oh yeah, cleaning blood is always terrible, especially when its dry imagine trying to get that of a stone altar, it would be such a pain\" \n*The oni felt tired just by imagining doing that task, she preffered cleaning pots and pans a hundred times more than scraping blood off of textured stone*\n\n\"Im thinking of maybe trying to use cheese in a sweet way, I belive that if I somehow make it work, it could make an interesting dish\"" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*The reptilian nods in agreement, taking another sip of his coffee*\n\"Yes yes. Blood on stone would be especially difficult to clean I think. Maybe almost as difficult as... Blood on a carpet\" *He shudders at the mere thought of having to clean a carpet*\n\"But anyways, how could we combine coffee and cheese in a way that it doesn't clash? They both taste so wonderful on their own but together it just doesn't seem right..\"" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "\"Oh the horrors! Blod on a carpet is just foul, the worst of the worst, it just doesen't come off!\" \n*She lamented as she remembered the several times she had to wipe a carpet for hours just for it to still be stained in a faded red*\n\n*Nagai scrathed her head, how do you even combine both? Especially when one is a drink... Oh wait, she knew what could work!*\n\"You know how some cheese is smoked so it tastes like... Well smoke? And the taste changes with the type of wood you use to smoke it? What if we smoke it with coffee beans?\"" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*He blinks a few times and stares at her*\n\"Cheese can be smoked? And with coffee beans no less?\" *Apparently he didnt know smoked cheese is a thing*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*The lizard gives a single confident yet simultaneously enthusiastic nod*\n\"One moment.\"\n*He then lifts his coffee, opens his muzzle and.. Oh he downed literally the entire contents in one gulp. Guess a bigger mouth really helps with eating and drinking*\n\"Alright! Lets get working on creating the most beautiful cheese related creation this world has ever seen!\" *He grins ~~at least thats the closest approximation to what his face is doing with the slight barring of teeth and uptilt of his face~~ and stands up*" }, { "author": "Nagai Fuso", "message": "*Nagai approvingly looked at the scene, admiring the drinking speed of the purple lizard, and after he stood up she headed to the counter*\n\"By the way, the food is on me mr. Yash-Ketz!\" \n*Then she promptly took a little bag hidden on a hatch in the side of her belt, coins clinking inside, and started counting them to pay*" }, { "author": "Yash-Ketz", "message": "*He was already on the way to the door and stopped, looking at her*\n\"Oh right.. I nearly forgot we must hand over money for food and drink. My deepest thanks miss Nagai!\"\n\n\"I do not mind pitching in however. After all, what use have I for monetary value?\" *He laughs, although frankly who knows why hes laughing about money*" } ]

[ { "author": "joscros", "message": "*Night had befallen across Salvainia, bringing with it the onslaught of rain that had long since been delayed. It wasn't unlike most that came during spring, something rather enjoyable during times of drought, but irrelevant to those spending their time cooped away from it. The lady didn't mind the drowning sounds of the rain, rather she enjoyed the drizzling weather, but the same couldn't be said for her whole crew, especially when they were out at sea. The woman leaned back in the booth she sat in within the quiet tavern, her greyed hair braided back with a large hat to cover just the top of it. She wore a dress of dark crimson, speckled in silver lining that melted away into a pair of leggings and boots that sat crossed one of the other beneath the table. \n\nAcross from her sat a man with an appearance similar to a harpy. A colorful set of feathers took up the space where his arms should have been, but with the way he tucked them away, one would assume it to simply be a colorful addition to his attire. An annoyed sigh escaped the woman as her golden gaze drifted over to the parrot harpy.*\"Let it be known we'll be setting out first thing in the morning. I wouldn't want to hang around this place longer than need be.\"*She said to him only to receive a nod in response as he walked off to leave her to her lonesome. The woman wasn't one of biggest reputation, though her current one didn't always pay her favors. Not that she expected such, but at least she could keep well alert here with her crew not so far away, keeping themselves occupied at the bar. She picked up the wine glass that sat near her, idly drinking into it for the time being as her gaze passed over the tavern.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*With the rain's sudden appearance, Kibaru sought quick shelter and what better place to wait out the down poor than a tavern. He quickly found one and entered to escape from the wet rain*\n\n*As he came in, he shook himself dry, as well as his tails, spraying water at the entrance. The Tavern seemed quite... But couldn't be helped. He made his way towards the Tavern keep and Ordered something to drink. Turning around, he saw someone he might engage in idle chit chat while he waits for the rain to calm. He made his way to her booth before speaking* \"Excuse me, Ma'am. Mind if I accompany you for a little while?\"" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "*The woman glanced at Kibaru at his approach, holding the drink idly at her lips as she looked him up and down for a brief moment. Eventually she lowered the glass once more, masking away an annoyed expression with something a bit more curious.*\"If you must.\"*She said to him simply, a bit of edge to her tone, albeit free of any true hostility to him. She could feel a few gazes pouring over to them in him joining her, though with an idle hand wave to it, the feeling seemed to have passed just as quickly.*\"Unless you're over here just to ask me for something.\"*She added on, peeling her gaze away from him for the moment.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"No. Nothing in particular. Just some idle chatter would be good enough for me. Just until the rain dies down a little more. Then I'll be on my marry way\" *Kibaru sat down giving her a few once overs to get a better view of her now that he was closer*" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "*She supposed she wasn't going to have much else to do all night, so perhaps this was all the entertainment she was going to get for the time being. He'd have to do.*\"Well then.\"*She said, leaning forward just enough so that she can bring her chin to rest upon her palm as her elbow took position atop the table.*\"What would you like to chat about?\"*She said with the faintest upward curvature of her lips portraying any mild interest she may have.*\"Shall we talk about what lovely weather this is or are you more of the latest news of the town sort?\"*She continued, prodding at wolf with the blandest of small talk that she cared little for.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well it is pretty good weather if it lead me to meet a pretty flower like you\" *Kibaru said with a quick smirk before continuing* \"Let's start with what you're doing to be able to afford a nice glass of while. From what I can gather, you look like you might know your way around the sea\"" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "*She gave a roll of her eyes at the first set of words, lightly shaking her head in unamused response. It was a terrible effort, but at least he tried.*\"Your attempts at flattery needs work.\"*She said him, taking another sip of her drink while she listened to the observation that followed.*\"Perceptive aren't you? Or did you simply read one too many fables?\"*She raised a thumb to the edge of her dark hat, tipping it up slightly.*\"Either way, you depict correctly, but I guess you were waiting for my confirmation to continue on with that statement.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Its called an icebreaker. To make small talk with. You're a prickly rose aren't ya. Though some flowers have to protect themselves somehow.\" *Kibaru squinted slightly with her remarks. Good thing he's had plenty of practice with a certain pigheaded fellow*\n\n\"So did you just get here or waiting to depart Ms sailor?\"" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "\"Every rose has its thorns. So don't try to get cute with me\"*She said warningly in response.*\"Consider me just mapping out the area, checking out the place's assets while I wait the rain out. Not much else one can do around here.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Torns might hurt, but the won't kill. And what's a little pain compared to smelling a sweet rose?\" *Kinaru thd took a sip of his drink* \"Mapping?... Not much to map in salvainia at this point\"" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "\"You haven't come across enough roses if that's what you believe.\"*She said back, sliding her half empty drink away and leaning back into her seat.*\"Not much mapping if all you're looking for is the nearest tavern, Kemono.\"*There was some sarcasm in her tone, mostly from thinking it pointless having to explain what she did to someone looking for a past time.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I mean, there is plenty to explore if your willing.\" *He said casually taking another sip with his ears twitching* \"But I doubt you're much willing to do anything other than be a little sour puss in a corner\"" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "\"What can I say? It fits this place's aesthetic very well.\"*She said to him with a smirk.*\"You don't seem that foreign to the ruggedness though. So tell me, what is there to explore here?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well there is this amazing eatery a few minutes away from here. Best food I've ever tasted. I would highly recommend going there. I can promise you this: You won't regret it\" *Kibaru said with a smile as he finished his drink*" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "\"An eatery.\"*She said back in a tone of disappointment.*\"You recommend me going to a restaurant to spend money on slightly above average cuisine?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Hah\" *Kibaru scoff at her comment* \"You'd think someone at sea would relish to have some actually decent food for a chance.\" *He slowly shook his head side to side* \"Above average... Clearly you haven't been there\"" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "\"I'd rather relish my time not spent on something arguably a complete waste of my efforts.\"*She said to him.*\"Come on, is that the best thing you can recommend me here?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Oh, then what would you rather do then, hmmm?\" *Kibaru looked around the bar for a bit, sniffing the air slightly*" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "*She brought a hand to her chin, trying to gauge the Kemono's character before deciding what she deemed to be fun being out of his range and figuring something a lot simpler would have to do.*\"A game.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"A game? Which one do you have in mind?\" *Well at least now it's a little easier to keep himself busy*" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "\"Not foreign to that are you?\"*She teased.*\"You wouldn't happen to be one of those adventuring sorts would you or are you just one of the locals here?\"*She asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I'm an adventurer. Seen my fair share of both land and sea battles. Been to every country on the map thus far\"" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "*She slowly raises an eyebrow.*\"Every country on the map?\"*The woman asked him in a tone of doubt.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Every single one, yes. Bot every single village... Yet. But I've been to all the capitals. Infact, even now I'm traveling. Up next is Runra\"" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "\"I guess I'll make it rather quick here. Fancy a nice game of treasure tracking?\"*She asked him with more hint towards where this was going.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Aye. I'm up for a little game\" *He said before raising his cup to the barkeep* \"Wouldnt be my first time\"" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "*She reached into the folds of her dress, removing a folded up map and unfurling it on the table.*\"I do not plan to stay here long, though I must admit there has been some interesting rumor of an anomaly going on in the wilds surrounding here. Land trekking isn't a favorite of mines, but I'm sure you have more land legs than sea legs, so this shouldn't be as hard all things considered.\"*She traced her fingers along the finely crafted map, coming to a stop at a certain point in the wooded image of it.*\"This is where you'd need to go.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"What type of anomaly?\" *Kibaru asked with an eyebrow raised slightly at this. Was she really going to just tell him about some valuable treasure for no fee. Maybe this was a trap*" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "\"A number of magical items seemingly appearing out of nowhere.\"*She answered.*\"At least so they say. You get to play the little game of seeing if those rumors rang true. Now isn't that fun?\"*She said before moving her hand away.*\"But if that doesn't interest you any more than it does me, I do have a other games up my sleeve.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru leaned back in his seat when he got his drink* \"Oh. Like what?\"" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "*She took out two small cards from her pocket, placing them center of the table and tapping one ever so slightly to cause the card to glow. A small ghostly image of a ship appeared on top of it.*\"War.\"*She said, before tapping the second card. An image of a ghostly bird being encircled by a loop appeared over it.*\"And truth seekers.\"*The mirages soon vanished from their card placements upon being named.*\"It's not such a bad pastime, until the rain lets up. Shouldn't be too long now.\"*She says, taking the map back and taking what cards remained from whatever deck the original two had come from. The woman lightly shuffled through it, waiting for his response.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"War... And truth seeker. Am I suppose to interrupt that, or...?\" *Kibaru raised an eyebrow, slightly confused*" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "\"Verbally answering works just fine.\"*She said to him as if that were obvious enough.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Okay... A war's raging and someone's trying to find out how it started?\"" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "*She stifled a laugh at his response, only to clear her throat soon after.*\"No dumbass, these are your two game options. Which one do you want to play?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Maybe try and be clearer next time... And if anything. Folklore have though me a valuable lesson here. So I'll just pick the truth seeker\"" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "\"Try thinking next time.\"*She rebutted before taking back one the cards.*\"Not going to be seeing any truths with a mind like that. Are you sure this is the game you want to play? Not much of a friendly one amongst strangers.\"*She sneered.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I'd rather seek the truth over starting a war. Besides, finding out new thing is always exciting. So please. Do continue\"" }, { "author": "joscros", "message": "\"Alright then tough guy.\"*She said, bringing her hand to the edges of the card and spreading it across the table in light magical display. A faint field of white aura surrounded the two of them where they sat as she held a hand out to him.*\"Let us begin then.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Katja Friesinger-Seidel", "message": "*It was a rather cool evening breeze at **The Drunken Palm**. The bar & fisticuffs school of one Former Mentian citizen, Katja. She had just finished a rather longer than intended lesson, as those attending did not seem to be doing well in the lesson. Wiping herself down with a towel, she glanced towards the front doors, seeing a small gathering of people, and she sighed, hopping over inot her bar counter, and cleared her throat.*\n\n\"Alright, *Boys* Come get your ale.\"\n\n*She said, with a small laugh, as the small crowd came to get their drinks, scattering to the tables and chairs being put back into place by the now finished students of the day. She took the moment of peace to look over the crowd to see if she could spot any interesting visitors for the day, and if anyone present was going to be a potential problem.*" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Finally. He needed a drink. The Drunken Palm was certainly an odd name for a bar, but he had heard that the owner also doubled as a teacher of martial arts. Not that big of a deal. Bars were meant for drinking. Though, they could act as their own bouncers. That would be useful.*\n\n*What Livio was not expecting was an athletic blond, and one with a __nice__ body at that. She seemed to be fresh from training; this certainly caught Livio's attention.*\n\n*Though maybe not as tall as some others, his gaze and his strength allowed him to the forefront of the bar, earning him a prime seat at the front. His amber eyes shined like gold coins, just like the one he moved around his fingers.*\n\n\"How's a story and a drink for a little gold?\"\n\n*Livio flipped the coin over along with a wink.*" }, { "author": "Katja Friesinger-Seidel", "message": "*The blonde would run a hand through her hair, as she turned her head towards one of the customers at the front. She would watch him flip the coin over, and a smirk of her own formed in the moment.*\n\n\"Someone just get paid from a tough job?\"\n\n*She asked with a small laugh, as she moved to face her patron, and nodded.*\n\n\"What kind you want? I got everything from Silnarian Whiskeys to Dezabian Wine, and a bit of everything in-between. As for stories... That'll depend what you want to hear.\"\n\n*She added. She had a vague Mentian accent, like she grew up in the splintered country, though its worn away, likely from years away from the fractured country. Too broken to really say where she lived.*\n\n\"Katja, by the way.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Not yet, just preparing for one. I like to get a good drink and a night with a pretty lady before I go off for a job. How about something strong? Wine's a little too too elegant for my tastes. And, hm... Anything. Rumors, tall tales, legendary gear, romance... Anything works.\"\n\n*Livio smiled as he rested an arm on the bartop. Katja's accent seemed familiar, somewhat close to his own. It was only a trace, but the hunter was quite perceptive.*\n\n\"I'm Livio. Are you Mentian? Your accent has just a tad of it in there.\"" }, { "author": "Katja Friesinger-Seidel", "message": "*She would nod as he spoke of his usual preferences before a job, and she smirked as he asked about something strong. She began to pour a brew from a barrel behind her, as she thought of any rumors and such. A few came to mind.*\n\n\"Let's see...\"\n\n*She turned back around, setting the glass down. It was mostly full, and just the right amount of foam.*\n\n\"Let's try an Arzidani Beer. Most people I know like a good strong, Dwarvish drink, to start with. As for any stories... Well, I heard about a young mercenary here in Salvainia is always looking to hire more arms. Seemed to have angered the Baron of the Seidellia Barony. I also heard there were these two foreign women who travelled the lands, one armed with a rusted katana, that could transform in the blink of an eye into the shape of a mighty fang in a sword-form, think they've left the continent based on what I heard about them last though.\"\n\n\"I was born here in Salvainia, but my family raised me in Mentia for a good chunk of my childhood. We eventually came back though.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"There is one. Adelmar. I think he's the son in law? He's a hot wife, but I've heard she's a bitch. From what I know, he's commanding a lot of troops. He'll most likely look to screw around in the area for quite a while.\"\n\n*Livio took another large swig of the beer. It was stronger than most, yet not quite at the level of any high level whiskeys. Still, it was good.*\n\n\"Upper. Served in the army there, and fought in the war that's still going. And now, well, I'm here.\"\n\n*The mercenary raised an eyebrow upon Katja mentioning she was in the army.*\n\n\"You were in the Salvanian army? Did you see battle at all? And I'd think they'd like to spar with weapons, no?\"" }, { "author": "Katja Friesinger-Seidel", "message": "*She listened, with a nod. Making mental notes of what he said in regards to this Adelmar. She smirked a little when she heard the comment of hot wife, but bitchy, as she found it a little humorous.*\n\n\"I notice you said, served. So you're no longer associated with the Upper Mentian Army. I'm guessing there's a story there of your own?\"\n\n*She nodded a little, when he asked about her own service.*\n\n\"I served for a few years. Never saw anything beyond petty banditry, or deserters myself. And this was off-the-books sparring. Ways to unwind if you had trouble in the unit, just beat the issues out of eachother. Leave minimal damage, so they can do their job next day, that sort of thing. Was more my style than blades or polearms personally.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Not anymore. A story for another time. Or maybe if I'm drunk enough.\"\n\n*The white haired hunter sat back, remembering his time in the army. Sure it wasn't the best of times, but hanging out with buddies was nice.*\n\n\"Ah, I was never a melee guy myself. I used an Arbalest. I know some are being phased out for the new gunpowder weapons. I'm not sure what I feel about them. They take way too long to reload.\"\n\n*Livio liked her style. Direct, with no true long lasting ill intent. Only long enough to solve it.*\n\n\"I guess it's helped a lot managing this place then, eh?\"" }, { "author": "Katja Friesinger-Seidel", "message": "*She watched him sit back, and muse on memories he kept to himself, with a nod.*\n\n\"Never could shoot worth a shit to save my life, personally. Though I think those gunpowder weapons are more a weapon of fear, than of practical use.\"\n\n*She joked a little, cracking a smile, as she thought of the stories she had heard of those weapons, finding herself mostly agreeing with the hunter.*\n\n\"It helps when I have a drunk who thinks they're all that, or gets a bit too handsy with anyone else. You'd be surprised how many people let loose once drunk. Or can just lose their temper.\"\n\n*She added, leaning forward, as she casually gestured to a corner table, where a moody male Brayer sat, drinking alone, as he tore into a meal.*\n\n\"Take that one over there. He's got a real mean streak. Moocifer's his name. Once tried to ambush a Kemonomimi Chef in the streets because he got banned from her place after having a tantrum. She apparently bested him, and the mercenaries he hired soundly, and knocked him into the river. When he ain't angry though, he's a pretty good guy. Supposedly helps out around one of the churches where the poor gather, for any sort of help; Monetary, food, clothes, water and such.\"\n\n\"Least, that's what I've heard. As for running the other half of the place, well, its my own way I can burn some frustration or stress. And that's done well enough for me.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio thought about what he was like when drunk, then decided against it and took another sip. Only a quarter left. He was hoping to maybe get handsy; shame. The mercenary looked to the Brayer Katja gestured to; he seemed to be quite able-bodied if he didn't say so himself.*\n\n\"Hah! Got bested by a chef? For all big he is, maybe he sucks as a fighter. Did he lose his family jewels or something?\"\n\n*Livio thought a little more.*\n\n\"Though, maybe the chef was really strong or something.\"" }, { "author": "Katja Friesinger-Seidel", "message": "*She watched the look the hunter before her had, amused, and let off a little laugh of her own in the moment. She shook her head a little.*\n\n\"A few different stories I've heard, say it differently. One I heard from another tavern owner, before he left for another country was that he had a squad of six Brayers from the Salvainian Military present at his place. They were enjoying some steak and burgers apparently. I think that's a bit... Almost canniballistic since they're kind of likes cows themselves, but I digress. According to him, this Oni stepped in, and was looking for a fight.\"\n\n*She poured someone's requested ale, sliding it down the bar to them, before continuing.*\n\n\"They eventually end up fighting, the five squaddies charge in, and got defeated petty handedly. He charges in, and got not only his horns dehorned, but he got punched below the belt and well... He hasn't had any children. Whether or not its related I can't be sure. But, after that day my friend, the tavernkeep sold his place, his home, and left Salvainia forever.\"\n\n\"As for the chef, I heard she walloped those mercenaries pretty good, slamming one into a wall, and knocking Moocifer there into a local river, where he was pulled down, for about twenty minutes or so. Lucky to be alive if you ask me, falling in a river clad in armor.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*Livio nodded and listened, and was finally revealed that he indeed lose his family jewels.*\n\n\"Oh. Oh dear. Now I feel bad... I can't imagine what life would be like like that.\"\n\n*The beer now empty, the white haired man scratched his head.*\n\n\"Wow. I would just quit after that. Sivne and Sonja would never let me live that down...\"\n\n*The hunter slides the empty glass back to Katja.*\n\n\"This is some good stuff, but why don't we go a little stronger?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Katja Friesinger-Seidel", "message": "*She would nod in agreement, as she took the glass to fill it with something better. She thought of her options, before beginning to pour some Mentian Mead.*\n\n\"Let's go with... Mentian Mead. I get it from a pretty good brewery from Middle Mentia, so its always high quality. As for what happened to Moocifer, well. I don't know if its actually true, just a lot of heresay, but it seems likely.\"\n\n*She said with a nod, thinking of other things to talk about.*\n\n\"Its far off in the lands of Runra, but I hear there's tensions brewing between their Northern Warlords and the Empire itself. Don't usually hear about Runra much myself, but every time one of their ships stop by in port, they seem to talk about it.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "\"Ooh, mead eh? That's a pretty old style. I like it.\"\n\n*Livio looked at the mead with its beautiful golden color. A sip revealed that it indeed was stronger than the beer he had earlier. Dwarven or not, beer was still beer, and was quite on the lighter side of alcohol. Some places considered it a regular drink.*\n\n\"Runra? Have you ever been there? There was a girl I met once who seemed to really want to go. She kept telling me about what she'd heard, especially about the tourism.\"\n\n*Livio reminisced about the singing idol. Crystal, her name was? Shame he never got to meet with her more; she was a cute girl.*\n\n\"That place is a bit too far off for me. I prefer keeping a little closer to familiar territory.\"" }, { "author": "Katja Friesinger-Seidel", "message": "*She would nod as he took a sip of the mead.*\n\n\"Yeah, the brewery I get it from has been around a long time apparently. Bit expensive to get imported given the obvious, but it sells well enough to make the troubles minor.\"\n\n*She shook her head a little at his question of ever visiting Runra.*\n\n\"Nah. I've never gone far from South Mentia or Salvainia. Took a trip to Silnaria once when trying to find the perfect alcohol for myself. Silnarian Whiskey is up there on my list. Not usually a wine person, but Dezabian Wine isn't too bad, always wanted to try Runran Saké, but trying to coordinate that is a bit too expensive for me. I've also heard its quite the tourist visit though, so maybe someday I'll go.\"\n\n\"It is indeed a bit too far. Heard Runran is a bit hard to learn for Silnarian speakers like myself, so it probably isn't worth the hassle. As for other news... I'm not aware of too much that comes to mind. Unless you want to hear more about that incident involving Moocifer. What was the Oni's name anyways... O-something...?\"\n\n*She'd think, rubbing her chin as she tried to remember, before pouring another customer's drink and sliding it off to them.*\n\n\"I want to say it was something Runran sounding, and almost like someone exclaiming Oh, shit!\"\n\n*She added with a small laugh.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Katja Friesinger-Seidel", "message": "*She smirked a little at his question, and gave him a wink in answer of it. Watching him as he played with the glass a little, and took another sip of the alcohol. She listened to his comment on what he does if something's worth it, and she nodded a little.*\n\n\"I suppose that's fair, if something is worth the chase, then you might as well strike and take it. Can respect that, since sometimes you can't exactly do that from afar.\"\n\n*She said with a small laugh, as she playfully rolled her eyes at him.*\n\n\"Won't be open much longer, if you care to wait, but... Perhaps there is some time available.\"" }, { "author": "Livio Glace, 'White Death'", "message": "*And done. She was practically in his sights. All he needed to do was pull the trigger. But not yet. Just a little longer.*\n\n\"There's time to take risks. But there's always ways to negate them too.\"\n\n*Livio gathered some magic in his palm, and a small illusion began to take place, barely surrounding Katja and Livio. It would be of them, talking normally; the bartender could spot the small speck of mana sustaining the illusion. Once it was set, she would find Livio's finger under her chin, lifting it ever so slightly, as his golden eyes met hers.*\n\n\"Mind if I steal it? I know I asked for a Mentian, but it seems like you could use the taste of one too.\"" }, { "author": "Katja Friesinger-Seidel", "message": "*She watched him as he began to channel magic into his palm, and she raised an eyebrow, leaning forward on the bar counter, letting him have his moment. She tilted her head, and raised an eyebrow as he lifted her chin up ever so slightly and her blue eyes met his golden ones.*\n\n\"Steal that moment of time? I suppose I could allow you to steal it.\"\n\n*She said with a small laugh.*\n\n\"And I suppose in a way you'll be getting a Mentian. One just not born *In* Mentia.\"\n\n*She added with another small laugh, smirking at him as she leaned a little closer*" } ]

[ { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki the potter adventurer enters the tavern, starving after a day of potting. She wonders what will be on the menu tonight. Perhaps steak? Or possibly just bread, who knows.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Lora bartender returned from the back room, he waved over the new visitor,*\"Jeez. The bar is sure popular today!\" *He said to himself, waving her over,*\"Come over! Need a drink? Room? Perhaps our famous meat pie?\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ohhh, meat pie, what a wonderful idea.* \"I'll try the meat pie please, if you're bragging about it, it must be good!\" *Sits down on a stool.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"We have a few coming up in the oven. I can get you the half-pounder pie for five copper, or the one pounder for nine. Which one you want?\" *The bartender asked.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki doesn't have the biggest appatite. Probably couldn't eat a pounder at all.* \"I'll take the half-pounder, because I don't think a pounder would even fit.\" *Ralki answered.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Lora tip toed a bit over the counter, eyeing Ralki down. Yep, she definitely looked undernourished,*\"You should eat more girl, you look like you haven't eaten for years.\" *He glanced at her, waiting for her to put down the copper.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki's face scrunches up with distaste, how could he say that about me. The only reason she's so short was because of misfortune, not malnourishment. Nevertheless, she was hungry, and the pie was probably going to be the best she could get, so she put 5 copper pieces onto the table.* \"Yes yes, I should\" *She said with annoyance.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The bartender took the coins, and then returned to the kitchen. After a minute, he shouted,*\"Pie is done!\" *In a jubilant, semi high pitched voice. He came out with a pounder pie for Leopold, complete with a set of spoon and fork plus an extra plate. Then he came out with another, this time a half-pounder pie for Ralki, again with a fork and spoon, but on the same plate. \n\nThe pie had a crunchy, savoury exterior made with baked pastry. Its interior were a mixture of minced chicken and pork meat, especially fattier pork. It was spiced with a small amount of black pepper, salt, onion and other herb. It was quite flavourful and delicious.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Takes a bite, it was good, can't complain about anything now. That sucks, this guys cooking is so good Ralki cannot complain to him about, what a horrible day this is.* \"It's quite good, bartender\" *Ralki admitted, there was no way she was going to lie about this, mostly out of obligations due to it being so good.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The bartender watched the customers consumes his pie. Other patrons in the bar were crowding around, buying pies one after another. It seems indeed, that this Tavern had a well-earned reputation for delicious pie,*\"Glad you enjoy it! I've had people come all the way from New Salvainia just for the pie!\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki is in a state of absolute deliciousness, the smell of all the meat pie around her. Ralki cannot focus at all anymore, she's practically drunk on meat pie. How it's possible being drunk on meat pie is beyond me.* \"Sooo... Good.\"" }, { "author": "themightywolfu", "message": "*Stepping inside of the tavern is a strange sight. A white cat like beastkin with an Iquana sitting on his head enters the tavern, looking around.*\n\n\"Well. This is an interesting place.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Lora scratched his beard at the state Ralki is in. He has in fact, never seen someone so in love with his meat pie,*\"Lady, you seems to really like the meat pie.\" *It was like... A scene straight from Shougeki no Soma*\n\n\n\n\"Welcome to **The** Tavern of Ie! Come try our famous meat pie. We have more on the menu. And drinks, and bed.\"" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "*The small iguana raised her head, sniffing the air as her stomach rumbled*\n\n\"I hope they have some tasty food here!\"" }, { "author": "themightywolfu", "message": "*Jian stares straight at the Lora, drooling slightly.*\n\n\"M... Meat pie? How much?! Wait I don't have money... Do you accept manual labour as payment? I'll work to pay it off!\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki has snapped out of it, and disabled her insane smell.* \"W-wait what happened?\" *Ralki remembers being in a state of pure joy, but doesn't know what caused it.*" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "*Peridot looked at him and giggled a bit before smiling* \n\n\"I have some money, we can share a pie if you like, you brought me here after all, it'll be my thank you gift!\"\n\n*The talking iguana looked at the lora* \"Could you give us a pie?\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Lora chuckled, turning toward Ralki,*\"You seemed to be in utter bliss from eating the pie. Never seen someone like that before... Actually, I did, he was a hunter from New Sunlight..\" \n\n\n\n*For some reason, totally not related to the player behind playing one character and a bartender split into two at once, Peridot and Jian would not notice Sirdan in the same bar for now.*\n\n\"Meat pie! Made with the finest chicken and pork, and the most delicious spice mix! Just five copper for a half-pounder, and nine copper for the one pounder pie.\" *The Lora stroked his beard,*\"Well, I've got my kids and summons working the tavern, so I don't need anyone hired..\"\n\n*He looked at Jian, wondering whether to be generous and share a pie. Then the lizard on top of his head - yes, the lizard on top of his head, said she has money. He'll take her word for that,*\"Sure, one pounder or half pounder?\"" }, { "author": "themightywolfu", "message": "\"Uhh...\"\n\n*He looks up at Peridot.*\n\n\"Well that depends on this fine lady here, as apparently she's got the money.\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Oh, that's what happened. Ralki knows what caused that, 'note to self, never keep super smell active in a tavern, it's a terrible idea' Ralki thinks.* \"Ah... Yes, it was an amazing pie.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Right. Would you like a drink to go along with the pie? First mug of water or small beer's free - complementary with the pie.\"" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "*She smiled at the man offering the pies to them* \"We'll take the one pounder please~ We're two hungry people!\"\n\n*She looked down at her traveling companion*\n\n\"Could you let me down for a second?\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Beer or water, both are fine, but which one is the better of the 2? Beer is the fun juice, while water is the healthy juice. Ralki had came up with which one she'll have, it will be the beer!* \"Beer please!\"" }, { "author": "themightywolfu", "message": "*He does so, gently placing her down.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"One pounder coming right up.\" *The Lora walked into the backroom, and then came out with a ~~swivel cannon loaded with a one pound cannonball, firing it at the hip and blasting a hole in Jian, Peridot and the tavern~~ 1 pounder meat pie. This one was slightly different from the other one in the batch, with slight burn on the crust, and a drier, crunchier crust as a result. It came with an extra plate and utensils.*\n\n\n\n*He then grabbed a mug of small beer for Ralki. It was quite mild in alcoholic content. Like the ale here, it had a slight fruity and sweet task, almost masking the hops it was made with.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Takes a gulp, fresh ale always tastes great. However, Ralki knows that she is unable to have anymore, due to her being so full from the half pounder.* \"Thanks for the great ale!\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"You're welcome lady.\" *He smiled, turning to give attention to the other patrons,*\"Hope you had a nice meal.\"" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "*As soon as she was on the ground, her small body began glowing and growing into a bigger and humanoid form, once her transformation was complete, her body stopped glowing, showing her humanoid looking body, with an iguana tail, she was holding her wooden staff in one hand, as if what happened was the most normal thing in the world and without giving much explanation, she simply took out of a pocket a silver coin, handing it over to the man*\n\n\"Thanks a lot, it looks like a really good pie~\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki looks at the other patrons, thinking of having a conversation. The most exciting people she sees in the white cat beastkin and Iguana, Ralki thinks that they would have great stories.* \"Hello there, how's it going\" *Ralki says to the Iguana and Beastkin.*" }, { "author": "themightywolfu", "message": "*Jians just kinda stares blankly at Peridot.*\n\n*He shrugs and takes his meat pie, smiling at Peridot.*\n\n\"Well now. Thanks for the pie~\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Lora blinked a bit, before accepting the silver coin with a routine,*\"Thank you for your business\" *He put it in a secure, magically-enchanted locker underneath the desk. Been there, seen that. Such is the life of a fantasy tavernkeeper.* \n\n\"Enjoy!\"" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "\"You're welcome, just let me have some pie as well, I'm hungry!\"\n\n*She sat down on a table so they could eat and waved hello at the unknown person*\n\n\"Hi! It's a good night today, what's your name?\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"The name is Ralki, a great potter! And now an adventurer, though I haven't went on an adventure before\" Ralki admits, she isn't even the best at combat, the best thing she could offer is probably her wagon.*" }, { "author": "themightywolfu", "message": "*A few moments later, Jian has consumed his half of the pie, sliding the rest over to Peridot.*\n\n\"There you go, And even split, and I'll be sure to pay you back for half the price... As soon as I have money. Unless you take manual labour as payment?\"\n\n*He says jokingly, chucking slightly... Though he would actually do it. Working for a person is easier then working for other people just to get money to pay a person with in his mind.*" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "\"Going on adventures is always fun, I took on a quest not so long ago, it felt good to be useful for someone\"\n\n*She smiled at Jian as she took the pie and began eating her half of it, wagging her tail as she did so*\n\n\"This thing tastes really good~ I wouldn't be able to eat something this good if I was a normal iguana~\"\n\n\"You don't have to worry about paying me back, I'm always happy to help someone and in this case, feeding you makes me happy\"" }, { "author": "themightywolfu", "message": "*Jian smiles at her, happy to be travelling with her for however long she wants him around.*\n\n\"If you're sure... Then thank you!\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Yeah, I've always just stayed at home and honed my earth molding magic, but that was soooo boring.\"" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "\"Don't worry\"\n\n*While eating some pie, Peridot gestured at Ralki to get closer* \n\n\"Come sit with us, don't be shy\" \n\n*She just likes to be with new people and being able to make 2 new friends in a single day, it was something that made her really happy*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Sits closer* \"So, what was that adventure you went on?\"" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "*She stopped eating and takes a deep breath so she could explain all that happened in one go* \n\n\"I was hired by some guy that needed help from my guild to deal with giant chickens and wolves so they wouldn't ruin his farm, I took care of the problem got my reward and then decided that it would be good to explore as a small break, I went all the way to a weird place called Gumrak, met a really weird guy that apparently had killed some people, so I decided to run away from there, on my way back here I run into Jian\"\n\n\n*She pointed to her traveling partner*\n\n\"So we started to travel together, I wanted to show him around salvainia and we ended up here\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Ah, makes sense\" *Ralki is actually quite surprised, she just doesn't show it, but seriously, GIANT CHICKENS?!*" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "*She nodded as she continued eating and finishing the last bit of her pie*\n\n\"Yep, giant chickens, they were bigger than me... I'm not the tallest person you'll meet... By you get the point, they were big\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Thinks for a moment, and thinks some more, so much profit could be made of those chickens,* \"That's insane!\"" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "\"Yeah, one of them tried to peck me in the stomach when I was close to it, it could've hurt me a lot if I didn't block the attack\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"That must've sucked, but anyways, I'm done my meal, and I have to be going places, see ya.\" *Ralki leaves the tavern.*" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "\"See ya then\" *She waved goodbye to Ralki*" }, { "author": "themightywolfu", "message": "*Sensing an oppurtunity, Jian quickly reaches across the table and baps her on the nose before pulling his hand back.*\n\n\"Boop\"" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "*Peridot made a small squeaking like sound as she was bopped on the nose, blinking a couple of time before tilting her head at him* \"What was that for?\"" }, { "author": "themightywolfu", "message": "*He shrugs and smiles at her.*\n\n\"Why not?\"" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "*She blinked a couple more times*\n\n\"I don't have a reason... I just never understood the reason behind doing that\"\n\n\"You have a weird concept for fun\"" }, { "author": "themightywolfu", "message": "\"Maybe. But you're a talking Iguana.\"" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "\"And you are a cat person... Or tiger? I'm not sure\"" }, { "author": "themightywolfu", "message": "\"I... Am a majestic tiger!\"" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "*Her hand reaches forward to his nose, poking it for a second as she smiled*\n\n\"Boop~\"" }, { "author": "themightywolfu", "message": "*He smiles at her.*\n\n\"Did you have fun doing that?\"" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "*She nodded as she giggled a bit* \"Yep, you were right, it's fun\"\n\n\"Well, where do you want to go? Or what do you want to do now?\" *She tilted her head as she looked at him*" }, { "author": "themightywolfu", "message": "*He blinks at her.. Then slowly shrugs*\n\n\"Well I don't know. What do you normally do for fun?\"" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "*She rubbed her chin as she started thinking* \"Not much... Practice my magic, explore around, climb trees... But it's a bit late to do some of those things... \"" }, { "author": "themightywolfu", "message": "\"Well you know... There's this amazing technique passed down from ancient generations. A process that allows time to seemingly fly by at a rapid pace, and occasionally inducing a state of mind where your imagination runs wild...\"\n\n*He leans over and whispers to her quietly, sounding deadly serious.*\n\n\"I believe it was called... Sleep.\"" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "*She blinked a couple of time* \"I know what sleep is, where I'll stay is not far away from here... Talking about sleep, where will you sleep tonight?\"\n\n*She was worried that he might not have a place to stay since she basically dragged him all the way to salvainia*" }, { "author": "themightywolfu", "message": "*He shrugs at her nonchalantly.*\n\n\"Eh no idea. Probably just find a nice patch of ground somewhere. I like sleeping outside. Being inside and all constricted is so uncomfortable, really.\"" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "\"Are you sure? You can stay at my room tonight if you like, I'm part of a guild and they give us rooms to stay at, it's not the biggest place, but I think it would be better than the ground\"" }, { "author": "themightywolfu", "message": "\"Eh it's up to you really. What would you rather I do? I don't care either way.\"" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "*Peridot stood up, stretching out her limbs* \"Well, come with me then, you'll be better staying with me than in the dirt\"" }, { "author": "themightywolfu", "message": "*He nods and follows her.*" } ]

[ { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "*The door of the Inn would be slammed open, showing a small 170cm tall figure in it with two medium sized horns on his head. A bright smile showed the white teeth of the figure, which are slightly sharp and pointy. The blond hair was waving in a short and cold breeze before the slightly high pitched voice echoed through the Inn* \"Prepare to meet the almighty Duke!\" *The figure stepped in and took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the typical Inn air and smelling the typical scent of alcohol and food. Though he seems to not care about the looks he would get, and rather enjoyed the attention.*\n\n*His black eyes scanned the parts of the Inn and Duke slowly exhaled, before walking towards an empty seat near the bar. His way of walking was rather weird, it would look almost like small jumping steps and only stopped at the bar stool. The little Oni almost jumped on the chosen chair and stretched a little after it.* \"Mr. Bartender please one of the finest beer you have! Well... Actually a cheap one, since I'm almost broke.\" *Then it happens, laughter would fill the Inn for some seconds, before he slammed his fist on the counter.* I love Inn's say do you have something for me? Like a place where I could find work?\" *The eyes would end up on the barkeeper focusing on every little movement of him.*\n\n*Luckily no one was able to see what is happening in his head right now. The other part of him was almost facepalming itself, being rather annoyed to make such a small show out of going into a Tavern. It was almost crushing to feel all the looks on them. But overall Duke is a rather small Oni, sitting there in some bigger sweatpants like garnishment and only having a vest to cover the torso. The hair is blond and looked a little wild and then the pitch black eyes. Though surely the massive sword on his back was something to look at too, and the two small axes hanging on each side of his hip.*" }, { "author": "the_guy6956", "message": "*As Duke would make a little show of himself within the tavern, he would see a hooded figure with orange fluffy ears sitting nearby, looking at him. The figure looked very sketchy, and also had a ~~big iron~~ dagger on their hip.*\n\"Hmm...\"" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "*Duke stopped right before saying something to the barkeeper again, when the \"Hmm\" Reached his ears. His lifted hand slowly went down to lay on the counter again, while his head slowly turned to the direction of the sketchy looking person. His mouth closed again and the bright smile appeared. They eyes directly started to take a swift look over the person.* \"Hmmm\" *Was his reply and he tilted his head slightly. His fingers started to tap the counter in a rhythm.* \"Such fluffy ears... I guess you can hear pretty good right?\" *It was the first thing he saw and his other hand moved up his own hear, rubbing the earlobe of it slightly.* \"Is the fur keeping your ears warm at least? I also guess you can hear pretty good right?\" *The last part was almost whispered though to test it out.*\n\n\"Ahhh anyway I'm Duke Stromberg, Duke or D is just enough!\" *The smile got bigger before he reached over to the mug, which was just placed in front of him. The hand from the counter closed around the grip lifting the beer mug up to his, to take a huge sip out of it. A grimace directly formed on his face, when the slightly bitter taste of the beer rushed over his tongue.* \"Gosh this is soo good and cheap. Cheap and good are the things I like! You want something? I mean I probably can afford two mugs for a bit.\" *Without even waiting for an answer the Oni turned to the barkeeper again to order them directly with a loud voice.*" }, { "author": "the_guy6956", "message": "\"Uhh...\"\n*The hooded figure's ear twitched a little as he began to spoke. They clearly didn't expect Duke to actually speak to them. The figure then gets up from their seat and sits right down next to the strange fellow, and nods.*\n\"A mug would be nice, I suppose.\"\n*They say quietly, still looking sketchy because their face couldn't be seen.*\n\"Nice to meet you, Duke.\"" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "\"Good! Because I already ordered two! Else it would seem that I'm an alcoholic!\" *As he said that, the mugs arrived at their places.* \"Well, what brings a stranger like you into this Inn? And why are you hiding your face? I mean is there are reason for that? Are you ugly? Or are you a wanted person?\" *Duke leans in a bit closer, to the person. Though he was slightly breathing through his nose and started to whisper.* \"I mean I won't tell anybody. I'm almost shaking out of excitement now. What have you done? Killed somebody? Kidnaped someone? Maybe insulted a tree or animal from a noble?\" *His hand slightly started to pat the persons shoulder for a second.* \"Come on you can tell it Duke.\" *Well, he stopped whispering and started to burst out in laughter again, leaning back.*\n\n\"Anyway, what is your name? I guess you have one right? Else I would call you fluffy ears! I mean it seems right, right?\" *His legs started to rock back and forth a bit along the side of the stool, and placed both hands on the counter.* \"Gosh never thought I would end up here. This city is so confusing! I prefer the forests. Still, someday you need to settle down and see something new right? RIGHT!\" *The sketchy look wasn't really bothering him though.*" }, { "author": "the_guy6956", "message": "*The figure flinches multiple times during the entire time he was speaking, and quickly shied away when he patted their back. They also really didn't like the fact that they were asking what she did. The figure debates with themselves for a moment, before pulling back the hood on their amazing sketchy costume to reveal a felinid*\n\"Just... Call me Ëna. Please.\"\n*She smiles.*\n\"I've never really left the city. It's a nice place. Plus, I work here. Not here-\"\n*Ëna gestures to the entire tavern*\n\"But you know, in the city. And to answer your questions...\"\n*She leans in a little bit, and began to whisper*\n\"I'm a thief.\"" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "\"Hah! I knew it! Nothing can hide from my superior mind... I hope at least!\" *Duke rubbed the back of his had a little, ruffling the hair there a bit and laughed slightly. Though he pushed the mug towards Ëna, before grabbing his own new one.* \"Well, I used to live in the forest in another country! So it is a bit confusing here. At least for now. Though I think it isn't as bad as people are saying in my country. Typical elders, always wanting to live in small families and not founding a bigger city.\" *He scoffed a bit and raised his mug.*\n\n\"Anyway, it is nice to meet you and yes before you ask, I have the urge to pet you! But I know that this would be a bad thing to do. Though I already gave you slight pats on the shoulder\" *His impression on his face froze for a second, to think of it before clearing his throat.* \"Okay I think this was bad? I'm sorry for doing it. It is just too exciting to meet someone! Anyway, up the mug and I swear no one will hear something from me about your profession! It is a pinky promise!\" *The other free hand moved up a little and build a fist, after listening closely when Ëna started to whisper to him. Only the pinky finger was looking like a little hook.*" }, { "author": "the_guy6956", "message": "*Ëna sips some of her drink, barely listening to anything this man is saying. She thought he was weird, he talked way too much. It was only after he raised his pinky that she was paying attention. Ëna puts her mug down and raises an eyebrow.*\n\"What?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "\"OOf don't tell me you don't know what a pinky promise is\" *He blinked twice before laughing a little, ignoring the fact that she wasn't listening.* \"You hook your pinky into mine and I promised to not say anything to anyone\" *The other hand brought up the mug to his lips, before he downed everything in one go.* \"By the way, the other one wouldn't like it when you steel something from us.\"" }, { "author": "the_guy6956", "message": "*Ëna shrugs, and starts to finish up her drink as well. Some of the liquid wets her fur around her mouth a, which really annoyed her since now she had WET FUR ON HER FACE!*\n\"The other one?\"\n*She asks, raising an eyebrow and putting her cup down.*" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "\"Yes! The other one! He doesn't like it when things get lost and gets really angry. But today is my day and not his. He promised me!\" *Just in that moment when Duke finished the sentence, one of his eyes turned white with a red iris for split second. But he didn't noticed it and started to just rub t a little because it felt itchy.* \"So what can someone do in their free time here? Is there something funny? I mean we can't drink all night long... At least I need to have some spare money for a room.\"" }, { "author": "the_guy6956", "message": "\"Umm...\"\n*Ëna scratches the back of her ear, thinking about how his iris thing was... Actually pretty weird. She'd seen weird stuff before, but not this kinda weird.*\n\"Drinking all night is fun. But I hear there's also card games, maybe.\"\n*She shrugs*" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "\"Hmmm card games are fun indeed... But only with something risky involved. Like loosing money, or a limb or I don't know a finger maybe?\" *Duke cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his head a little. The inner voice was screaming right now when he started to mention the limb stuff and finger loosing. Though after a second he gave himself a little pat on the head.* \"Ahh it was a joke at least the limb loosing thing. \"But I'm up to some stuff!\"" }, { "author": "the_guy6956", "message": "*Oooooo. Risk? Ëna smirks, rubbing her furry hands together MENACINGLY, and plotting.*\n\"You want some risk? I'll give you some risk. Let's play a game of cards. If I win, you give me some cash. If you win...\"\n*Ëna shrugs*\n\"Whatever you want, I guess.\"\n*\"Just please don't cut off a finger...\"*" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "\"Yes!\" *Duke started to mimic the menacingly hand rubbing and started to put on a fake evil laugh. Even he himself doesn't know why he is doing it, but it wasn't bothering him. Though the laughing got louder and louder. His mouth was opened white and revealed his slightly sharp white teeth, the hair was waving little in the laughing motion.* \"I will bet 2 gold! If I win you will have to pay my rent for a week, if not I will give you 2 gold pieces. Just be aware that we don't like cheating.\" *As sudden as the evil laughing started it stopped the same way.* \"So deal?\" *He stretched out a hand to seal the deal*" }, { "author": "the_guy6956", "message": "*Ëna gulps. Pay rent for a week? That would be A LOT of money! Money which she didn't have. Her parents probably had it, sure, but they would be pissed if she just took some of it and used it to pay for this mans rent. Ëna sighs, looking at the counter for a moment and rubbing her temples.*\n\"I can't afford that. Is there anything else you want?\"\n*She felt a little embarrassed saying this.*" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "\"What are you able to offer us?\" *He placed his elbow on the counter and rested his head on his palm, while looking at her.* \"We are really easy to be satisfied. What about two days? And a meal?\" *The grin didn't vanished from his face, as he ordered two new mugs.* \"I mean this should be still affordable right? Two days aren't much here right? Also I'm sure you found something valuable while working?\"" }, { "author": "the_guy6956", "message": "*Two days? Well, she could afford that!*\n\"Alright, two days it is. So...\"\n*Using the power of RP bullshit, Ëna suddenly pulls out a deck of cards and places it on the counter.*\n\"Shall we begin, Duke?\"" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "\"Good! Let us start! Ehm... What are we playing?\" *At this moment Duke realized that he didn't knew how to play any card games. A big facepalm would be a good thing here but it wasn't happening. Though it doesn't really mattered for him, and he started to sit straight on his stool.* \"I just need a little explanation. If that is possible.\"" }, { "author": "the_guy6956", "message": "*Ëna couldn't help but giggles a tiny bit, but she quickly went back to being the serious cat lady thief person she was.*\n\"Alright, so...\"\n*She starts to explain the rules of Blackjack and Go Fish*" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "\"Black Jack it is. Who is going to deal the cards?\" *He looked at the card deck, and then to the barkeeper to receive the two new mugs.* \"Anyway, remember. No cheating. Let us play fair.\" *He took a sip from the mug.*" }, { "author": "the_guy6956", "message": "*Ëna nods, and also takes a sip from her mug. She started to feel a little tipsy, but it probably wouldn't effect her that much.*\n\"I'll deal out the cards, no worries.\"\n*She smiles, and starts to shuffle the deck.*" } ]

[ { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "\"Nnngh... I can't wait! Deal the cards! It is too exciting!\" *It is really too exciting to play cards the first time, and seemingly he can't barely contain it. The legs are slightly swinging back and forth and the grin grew massive on his face each second she was shuffling the deck.* \"We won't mess it up! We will get the room!\"" }, { "author": "the_guy6956", "message": "*After shuffling the deck a times, Ëna begins to pass the cards out. However, she has an ace up her sleeve! No, really, she has an ace card up her sleeve, just in case she needed to cheat.*" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "*Duke gathered the cards to look at them and the expressions on his face vanished.* \"O-one more please...\" *He bit his bottom lip for a second and nervously looked over to the stacked deck, waiting for the next card to be presented to him.* \"Please let it be a good one...\"" }, { "author": "the_guy6956", "message": "*Ëna grins, noticing Duke's stutter. She could practically feel the coins she's gonna win already. She uses her stealthiness to slip the king on top of the deck, and then would slide the king card over to him.*\n\"Here.\"" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "\"FUCK YES!\" *The king is a really good card, at least in his mind after not really understanding the rules of the game and Duke slams down 30 one points. The grin reappeared on his face when the eyes moved over to Ëna.* \"Okay so this would be two days of rent in the Inn for me. Anyway, another drink!\" *Duke turned his body to the barkeeper and ordered the drinks. He also told him to get a cheap room ready for him.*" } ]

[ { "author": "the_guy6956", "message": "*Ëna smirks mischievously, putting back all the cards in the deck and putting them all away.*\n\"On the contrary, Duke. You lose if you go over 21. Therefor...\"\n*Ëna holds out her furry hand, clearly wanting that sweet sweet moolah*" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "*Duke looked at the open furry hand and smiled.* \"Sure thing. Though could you please roll up your sleeves? Just to make sure you know, because the silly one isn't really watching and thinking.\" *His sluggish sitting position went into a more straight one, the red eyes directly looking into Ëna's eyes. Though one arm went into the small cleavage of him and it made small rattling sounds. Duke took out the two gold coins, and formed a fist around them.* \"First your sleeves than the coins. Trust is good, control is better.\"" }, { "author": "the_guy6956", "message": "*Ëna frowns, acting like she was displeased. In reality, she felt like she was one step ahead of him, cause guess what? She only had the king card up her sleeve, meaning she didn't have anything else in there!*\n\"Whatever you say, man.\"\n*She obliges, lifting up her sleeve to reveal some more fur and nothing suspicious.*\n\"Now my coins?\"" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "\"Well, I think counting the cards to see if there are too much is going to need to long. I'm rather sleepy because the silly one drank too much. Though here are your gold coins, don't spent them on unnecessary stuff.\" *Duke dropped the coins into her hands and stood up from the chair and once again pulled out some coins to pay the barkeeper.* \"It is time to find a place to stay\"" }, { "author": "the_guy6956", "message": "*Ëna's frown turns into a happy smile as she quickly swipes the coins up and pockets them. She then stands up, and pulls her hood back up*\n\"See you soon, then?\"" }, { "author": "wololo1138", "message": "\"We will see. Nothing is impossible and I don't think we will leave so soon.\" *He just nodded slightly and turned around to leave through the door, waving with the back of his hand and closing the door.*" }, { "author": "the_guy6956", "message": "*Ëna waves goodbye as well, pleased that she just got some easy money.*\n\"Idiot.\"\n*She says quietly, slipping off to somewhere else*" } ]

[ { "author": "persimmon5366", "message": "As the fire Macen approached the counter, a jovial drunk stumbled past her and slammed down his half-empty mug, the remnants of his drink sloshing all over Revett's lovingly detailed sketches. The canifor snatched his papers up a moment too late, a soggy mess hanging from his claws. He snarled in the drunk's face, the fangs snapping inches away from his nose making the man bid a hasty retreat, making an empty space at the counter as fast as he could move." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*The horned lady stopped in her steps, just to make sure her personal trajectory doesn't meet with the drunkard's, watching things unfold before her, stepping to the side to be kind enough as to make way for the retreating drunk. She squinted at the drunk before turning back towards the counter, nonchalantly sitting down next to the clawed one. Seraph assumed they're some kind of an artist, after all, you don't need to wear the finest clothing to make the finest strokes.\nShe ordered a glass of absinthe from the bartender, presenting her overly Elven accent, for a Macen that is. Then, she gazed to the side at the one who had their drawings ruined, she had to keep herself entertained somehow as she waited for the drink anyway.*\n\"Nice place, huh?\" *She idly commented, referring to what just occurred.*" }, { "author": "persimmon5366", "message": "A pointed glare from the canifor and the man behind the counter cleared up the soggy mess with a rag that had definitely seen better days. He grimaced in distaste and quickly put his materials away, ears flat against the back of his head in displeasure. All he'd wanted was one calm evening, he thought grimly as he finished his lukewarm tea and pushed the cup towards the bartender. \nGlancing back at the fire Macen, with the barest raise of an eyebrow at her dramatic appearance (though he had heard that the fire was generally a personality trait as well as a magic affinity), he looked around the bar where things were ramping up for the evening as more and more people drifted in after finishing work for the day. \n\"I... Like people. Being in crowds.\" He said by way of reply, looking down at the sticky counter with a resigned sigh, then giving Seraph a wry smile. \"Sometimes this is what you get for your efforts.\" He brushed his hands together to remove any remaining stickiness, then offered her one, painted claws glistening in the light. \"Revett Tal Quervain. And yourself?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*The lady patiently waited for the drink, seeing that the bartender had some clean-up to do. It will probably get even worse for him towards the night, once the tavern enters its last stage of matching up drunk furniture-armed brawlers. She hoped it will be at least entertaining, rather than depressing, as some drunken evenings can get. So far, so good.*\n*Seraph tilted her head a bit at the man's sudden exposition, but at the latter part, she had to nod. It was relatable enough.*\n\"Mhm... Society has its way of giving you a hug with one hand and a slap with the other. It somehow keeps us running, though.\" *She agreed and added in, internally wanting herself to stop saying such philosophical stuff, but couldn't resist. She's not even drunk yet, this isn't yet time for 'we live in a society' talk.*\n*Seeing the man offering her a hand, she smiled back, reaching up her right arm to try and quickly slip off her long glove, having been raised with a few social superstitions to boot. One, was to not shake someone's hand in a glove, as it's a sign of disrespect. Like wearing a hat indoors.*\n*With her hand freed from the material, she could give him a proper hand shake. There was very little strength to it, so she could only hope the beasty man won't tear her hand out of its joints.* \"Sarafinaire Ithilien-Greystorm. Pleasure to meet you.\" *She had some issue switching back from the elven accent when she said the Greystorm part of her overly long name, as the rest of it was clearly Elven. Mixed heritage is a pain.*" }, { "author": "persimmon5366", "message": "Revett listened to the comment with the slightest twitch of an ear - 'society' was, in a broader sense, 'pack', and 'pack' had a whole loaded meaning which he wasn't sure he could discuss without a smoking pipe packed with runesmoke. \n\"We can't help but be bound to it,\" Was all he said on that topic, reluctantly, before watching the lady remove her glove with renewed interest. Now, societal differences was something he could discuss freely - there were more cultures and peoples than he could count traipsing through the tavern, and it never ceased to fascinate him. His handshake was a warm grasp and release, making sure to meet Seraph's eye as he did. \n\"Serafinaire Ithilien... Greystorm?\" He asked, his raspy voice catching slightly on the finer notes. Between the mismatched names and the accent, it was enough to raise his interest, and he hoped the fire Macen would settle in for a longer conversation. \"An elven name. Interesting folk, the elves..\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*With her hand coming out of the shake unscathed, she was relieved, and now proceeded to meticulously pull the glove back on. Her grip was delicate, as expected, but without the glove, it felt very warm, as if she was going through a fever. A few drips of sweat here and there suggest her body is on fire, in some small way, all the time. It would explain her style of clothing, or at least, make for a perfect excuse for it.*\n\"You've noticed, heh. Yes, I was raised the Elven way. All I have from my Macen culture is the alt second name. It does make you sound smarter if you have a double surname, though.\"\n*She joked, seeming like she was getting invested in that conversation. She spent a moment looking at the man's hand after their introduction before matching his eyeline again, never expecting to see a beastkin do nailcare. Maybe this one was special, or maybe she just didn't spend enough time interacting with his kin to grasp their fashion norms.*\n\"Oh, they are, but not always in the good way... Oh, and you may call me Seraph, instead of that letter mashup of a name I have.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "unsolicitednickpic", "message": "*Anri barged through the front door as she did she hit her head on the doorframe which caused her to stumble slightly as she mumbled profanities. It wasn't easy for a 7ft tall mountain of a woman to enter and walk around most buildings. She straightens up a slight brighter red stretched across her cheeks it was pretty obvious she had probably already had too many to drink, but even though she was quite tipsy it didn't stop her from scanning the room until her eyes stopped on a curtain girlish boy who was sitting by himself. She growled lowly as she started walking toward him a faint toothy grin across her face, as she reached him she raises her great club she had resting on her shoulder and trys swinging at him. Knowing his skills he should be able to easily dodge it with little to no trouble*" }, { "author": ".shrimpgang", "message": "*A white aura quickly forms around the boys body as he grabs his sword and quickly stands unsheathing it to block the strike. He used the flat of the blade with his ahnd pressed against it to stop to heavy ass club while the defense barrier absorbed all pf the impact. He then pushed the club away with his sword before quickly and skillfully sheathing it.*\n\n\"**Are you nuts? We're in a crowded area, that's no where to swing your massive club around at everyone**\"" }, { "author": "unsolicitednickpic", "message": "*She pulls the club back and rests it on her shoulder growling at him lowly.* **\"Oh shut up I wasn't going to really hit you... Well not that hard... Ok I might have tried taking your head off but you deserve it. You left me behind to drink by myself, then you come here to drink by yourself.** *She frowns slightly before glaring at his blade* **What? Are you going to attack me or something, put the sword away before you hurt yourself little boy. Look I'm sorry about trying to break you...\"** *She forces a grin and trys to pat his head*" }, { "author": ".shrimpgang", "message": "*He calms down as soin as he receives headpats and sighs. He puts his sheathed sword back at his hip abd shrugged*\n\n \"**What do you want to work for me now? You'd probably get more gig requests than I do thanks to my appearance**\" \n\n*He hoped that he would get a job soon though as security work was the only work he knew how to do besides cooking*" }, { "author": "unsolicitednickpic", "message": "**\"Yes I want to work with you, I don't like people your the only person I can stand. Plus I have trust issues and if you ever tried anything I could just snap you like a twig. Also think about it if I work with you, you might actually get some work because as you said who wouldn't want me to work with them. So if me and you work together then it's two birds with one stone. You get some muscle and I get a place to crash at... Meaning I'll be taking your couch.\"** *She gives him a toothy grin as she sits at his table* **\"So when do I start?\"**" }, { "author": ".shrimpgang", "message": "\"**Well I have a cottage with two floors so welcome to Talon**\"\n\n *He offers her a hand for a handshake with a smile on his face. He was lookong forwards to working with the huge and red woman*" }, { "author": "unsolicitednickpic", "message": "*She looked up at him surprised at how easy that was. She reaches up and shakes his hand hers engulfed his as the size difference was amusing* **\"Alrighty then how about a drink to celebrate?** *For some reason she felt at ease around him. Anri has severe trust issues but he seems different like a true friend*" }, { "author": ".shrimpgang", "message": "*He sat back down at the table pouring them both a cup of wine. Truth be told Damien didn't handle his alchohol well at all with his smaller frame so he was going to babysit his cup for a while*\n\n\"**You can order something stronger if you wish. It's on me. I don't handle my drinks well and get incredibly violent when drunk**\"" }, { "author": "unsolicitednickpic", "message": "*She slowly drinks the wine and chuckles slightly hearing him talk about being violent.* **\"Man we need to get you wasted then because I would love to see a small person such as your self getting angry.\"** *She leans back in her chair after resting her giant club against the table* **\"So boss what makes you do what you do, if you don't mind me asking.\"**" }, { "author": ".shrimpgang", "message": "\"**No, I don't really like hurting innocent people or buildings much**\" \n\n*He stands up and stretches while yawning before sitting back down*\n\n\"**Security work? Well... It's all I really know how to do. I trained for it sonce I was a child so I didn't really see myself not using this knowledge to do what I know how. Plus it's pretty fun at times.**\"" }, { "author": "unsolicitednickpic", "message": "*She sits there watching and listening to him as she slowly sips the wine* **\"Well I won't argue about it being fun there's nothing better than a good fight. So once a fighter always a fighter I get it you know if we don't get a job soon maybe we can have ourselves a little fight, you know if your not too scared.\"** *She teases him as she spoke the mixture of wine and the alcohol she had earlier start to take effect on her*" }, { "author": ".shrimpgang", "message": "\"**Remember these words. There are three rules to being a member of Talon that if broken I will end your life myself or die trying to. Rule number one, by no means or in any situation will a menber of Talon ever injure a civilian. Rule number two, a member of Talon will do everything short of sacrificing themselves to insure the VIP's safety. Rule number three, no member of Talon will ever take a job as a criminal's bodyguard unless they get permission from me in select situations. As long as you can follow those rules, you're good.**\"\n\n*He had a professional posture as he hashed out his rules meaning everything that he said with the utmost seriousness. He may be small but this boy radiated the same energy that a trained killer would but that all stopped when he smiled*\n\n\"**Well I have a feeling you wouldn't do any of that anyways so it's cool. I would fight you and cut you down to size gladly when we have the free time but we really need to find a job**\" \n\n*He laughed softly before taking another sip of wine*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*A man in samurai armor and sword enters the tavern*\n\n**\" I heard something about a security job in here\"**" }, { "author": "corkydragon", "message": "A short rather young looking girl had entered the Tavern, she was clearly Under the age of drinking, as she believed was 24 in her teachings (she is 19) walked in quite oblivious to what the place was. An innocent face was planted on her, looking around aimlessly and shyly. \n\nShe didn't mean to come here for drinks yet she saw many drunks everywhere. Siku overhears a man in samurai armour talk about Jobs nearby. She would decide to over listen." }, { "author": ".shrimpgang", "message": "\"**Yes right over here my armored friend**\" \n\n*He waves from the table in the back while sitting next to the large oni woman that just joined. He also noticed the woman who was showing a small amount of interest in the coversations, who he then motioned to come over as well*\n\n\"**You're also welcome to come sut over hear if you want to hear more, a bit closer**\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru walks over, sits down and orders sake*\n\n**\"So what is this security job about?\"**" }, { "author": "corkydragon", "message": "Siku was stunned and hesitantly looked around pointing towards herself. A rose tint came about her snow white facial cheeks, subtle but noticeable. Siku would decide to join in cautiously." }, { "author": ".shrimpgang", "message": "*He waited for everyone to be seated before filling two other glasses with wine and passing it to the two new folk.* \n\n\"**Im starting a new security group that will be known as Talon. It's task will be the protection of clients or their property. I have experience as I've worked security most of my life. It's a tough job some times so it's truly up to you on whether or not you can handle or feel like handling that task. Yes, you will probably have to put a guy or two down eventually in this profession**\"\n\n*He held both of his hands out to the other two while reciting the rules with a lethal seriousness.*\n\n\"**We at Talon have three rules. Rule number one, by no means or in any situation will a menber of Talon ever injure a civilian. Rule number two, a member of Talon will do everything short of sacrificing themselves to insure the VIP's safety. Rule number three, no member of Talon will ever take a job as a criminal's bodyguard unless they get permission from me in select situations. If you accept take my hand and welcome me as a brother in arms**\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*He grasps Damien's hand* **\"Thank you, brother, for the drinks and the job\"**" }, { "author": "corkydragon", "message": "Siku gazed down at the wine before her, \"Do I have to Drink this?\" She asked. \n\nEither way, she listened to the man and extended her arm to accept the Job, \n\"I'd be glad working alongside with you.\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "**\"Also, may I know everyone's name? It's better if I know who I'm working with\"**" }, { "author": ".shrimpgang", "message": "*He shook both of their hands with a smile and then grabbed his glass raising it with a cheer* \n\n\"**To Talon and a new family!**\"\n\n*He whispers to Siku after making the cheer* \n\n\"**No you don't have to consume the alcohol if you arent comfortable with it**\"\n\n*He then downed his cup*" }, { "author": "corkydragon", "message": "\"Siku Yeo-Jin, I don't mind any nicknames.\" She chuckled friendly." }, { "author": ".shrimpgang", "message": "\"**I'm Damien and this large red woman over here is my friend Asaka. It's nice to meet the both of you and I look foward to working with the both of you. If you both don't mind we can go to your dwellings to pack up some things and go to the base of operations. I have a horse and a carriage so don't be afraid to grab a lot**\"\n\n*He smiles at the both of them quite excited that he got three recruits in one day*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "**\"My name is Oshikuru. Nice to meet you\"** *He raises his glass* **\"To Talon!\"**" }, { "author": "corkydragon", "message": "Siku did the same, but not drink. \"To Talon.\"\n\nShe went off and packed her bags and utensils for the journey." }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru shrugged* **\"I have no bags. I only have my weapon. I eat whatever I kill in the wild or buy\"**" }, { "author": "corkydragon", "message": "Siku only gained a small pouch with her wrapped round her shoulder for the journey. Not to be expected anything grand, a typical woman would bring." }, { "author": ".shrimpgang", "message": "\"**Ok well that works for me Oshikuru and Siku. Let's make our way to the carriage and be off**\" \n\n*He stands up and pulls the large, buff woman that was asleep onto his shoulder before starting tocdrag her club with difficulty as he went out, putting her and her weapon onto the carriage*" }, { "author": "corkydragon", "message": "Siku followed into the carriage and sat down." }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru makes his way the the carriage. He stands outside it* **\"I'll run with the horse. It'll be good exercise\"**" }, { "author": ".shrimpgang", "message": "\"**Alright folks so the first order of business is to get you all assigned a messenger crow back at head quarters. I bought a few ahead of time out of the hopes of being able to give them to recruits**\"\n\n*The took the reigns and the carraige was on its way to at a jogging pace*" } ]

[ { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Qualice the bookish caster is at the bar, after a hard day of work. She's just finished her teaching for the week and now she can relax, so she decided to get a beer and some food. Qualice had heard that this tavern makes great food, she sure hopes it lives up to her expectations, as she's too tired to be content with mediocre food. So she hopes with the rest of her energy that the food she'd order is good, not that she had much energy in the first place...*" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "Takeshi didn't work much anymore. Back when he enjoyed the thrill of the fight, when his abilities were growing with no end, he worked. The Oni crushed bandits, saved caravans, and enjoyed the thrill of it as he did so, as well. But now? He just couldn't get into the excitement of it all. It felt... Dull, like his club. Moping around in the bar was usually what he did, and recently, even that didn't get him fun. Currently in his human form, the Oni stares out into the front of him as he drinks his ale, his chin resting on the palm of his hand. \"I wish I could work again...\" Even that was said to no one, as Takeshi really didn't have friends to drink with." }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Qualice hears Takeshi's anguish and responds to him* \"Why would you want to go to work? Do you have no money?\" *Qualice looks at the Oni, but then sighs* \"I'm sorry, I've just had a long day at work today...\" *Qualice facepalms, likely at herself, like why would she lash out like that, even though it wasn't that bad, Qualice is just too polite. Qualices horns are now much easily noticeable, curved into a full circle.*" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "The Oni tilts his head towards the woman. Someone was speaking to him? That didn't particularly happen a lot! So, a bit too excited for the newfound conversation, the Oni replies to the question with a tired smile, \"I miss the thrill of it.\" He seemed to be wearing armor, now that the caster was focusing on him. Also, he carried a massive black iron club that seemed to be way too big for the man. Another oddity was the horns on his forehead, blue and bone-like. They reflected the light well, and shone as if they had been polished. \"I'm still a mercenary, I just don't look for jobs that much anymore.\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"A mercenary, eh? I respect that profession, do you explore lots of hidden places? Or have you not because you have no jobs?\" *Qualice is looking at the Oni eagerly for him to share his stories. At this time the waiter gives Qualice her food and she starts eating.* \"I'm sorry if I'm being overly pushy, I'm just... A scholar, yeah, and I'm curious about the forgotten stuff in the world.\"" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "Takeshi laughs, straightening his posture to a straighter one. His laugh sounded low and grumbly, but still full of joy. Like a child. His laughter soon stops, and in the midst of calming down, Takeshi attempts to answer the woman's question, \"Well, uh, I think I would be disappointing you by saying that I usually, uhm, fight other people rather then look for hidden places. I'm an Oni, I'm not too brainy, nor am I too... Well, explore-y. I guess we're kind of like the Mogash, in a way. We're rare to see, buy sought out for our proficiency in battle.\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Nom nom nom and then says with some food in her mouth* \"I see... I kinda hoped to hear about an interesting place... But no worries! Do you have any stories about combat, then?\" *She doesn't seem as interested in this part, but she's still maintaining eye contact.*" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "\"Ah, stories about combat, you say?\" The Oni thumbs his chin after taking a drink from his mug of ale. \"Well, there is this one time that I fought a dark elf and this human who... Summoned wolves. This was about a month ago. I was trying to train a bit, like I usually do, then this elf walks up to me, then asks for a duel. It was the weirdest thing, but I said yes. We fight it out, then out of nowhere, this human joins in. We have a three way brawl, I summon an ice golem, and because it's an ice golem, I manage to force both of them to stop, then become buddies. A weird duo, but they were definitely a fun little experience. How about you? Do you have any stories of your own?\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Ah none really... I did study archeology... Heh... Heh\" *Qualice feels so insignificant compared to this Oni, she has literally never adventured in her life, what's more she studied in archeology. You'd think if you were smart in the ways of archeology you'd have been in a ruins before, but nope! No exploration whatsoever.* \"You must have an exciting life... When you're not held up in not finding a job.\"" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "Takeshi drinks up the rest of his ale with a sip, then sets the mug down gently in front of him. \"Well, I think used to have quite life,\" Takeshi replied, a nostalgic smile on his face. Back when he was just starting out as a teenage adventurer. Back when he ventured out into the world, away from his tribal clan, and started his own tale of hardships. Ah, good memories. Why was he just sitting in a bar, complacent? He was Takeshi, a Blue Oni with enough mana to drown a human out. He had more than the usual dark elf, what did he have to fear? As usual, it was unemployment. \"I don't really know what I'm doing anymore. I want to go out there like I used to, but I really don't think I can. It's hard being a mercenary, sometimes, you just aren't what they're looking for.\" Setting his ale aside, the blue Oni drums his fingers on the top of the wooden table." }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Oh come on! You can do it! There's plenty of people who need help with extermination of rats or collection of valuables. But for now, let's just drink!\" *Qualice orders an ale and starts drinking it,* \"So other than the lack of work, how are ya?\"" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "The blue Oni nods half heartedly as the caster suggests the extermination of rats. \"Other then the financial crisis I'm in and the lack of work, I'm doing quite well. I figure that I can probably get this mood off of me after a bit of wandering like I usually do.\" The Blue Oni yawns into his hand, then looks at the caster again. \"So, what do you do for a living?\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"I teach, mostly young kids\" *Gulps another gulp of her drink and then continues* \"I'm well versed enough to be a professer of magic, but it's hard to get into that job, so I'm more of an alternative in the job.\"" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "\"Ah, a teacher? That's the complete opposite from my line of work. I bet it's pretty stable, huh?\" The Blue Oni jokes, a tired smile on his face. \"A professor of magic sounds much more important, though. Any plans on that route of life? Or do you plan on teaching kids for the time being?\" The Blue Oni seemed genuinely curious about her job. The culture of Oni had teachers, yes, but none with such proficiency as the human empire's government-funded ones." }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Yeah it is, most magic is learnt through cultural means. Water Macen learns water magic because their culture practices it often, Pale Oni such as myself are the healing kind. Not much people learns any magic more in-depth than that, if they even learn their cultural magic. This is why there's not much schools or programs for them, even for Macen.\" *Qualice finishes up her drink, it seems as if she loves speaking about magic.*" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "\"I've never particularly met a pale Oni, but I have heard that they are the diplomats of our race. Is that true?\" Takeshi orders another mug of ale after handing the empty mug to a worker of the tavern. \"I have met some red Oni, though. Fearsome guys, if I've ever seen them.\" Takeshi chuckles, thinking back to the occasion when he had sparred a red Oni. It was quite the battle." }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Really? You haven't? But yes, it's true, most Pale Oni live amongst other races nations, due to our inherent ease of learning of languages. Speaking of Oni's, you're one too? I'm assuming you're a blue oni.\"" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "\"Well, yeah, from the horns, right? I'm a blue Oni. Master of ice magic and swinging my club very, very hard. I also do some summoning, but only big ones.\" The Blue Oni does a mini-bow by nodding, then looks at the Pale Oni's horns. \"You might be mistaken for other races, with that kind of a horn. It looks like a ram's.\" Takeshi's horns were straight and jagged, and looked as if he could possibly gore someone with them." }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Yes, I know, it's an odd horn, but it's fine,\" *Qualice's horns are smooth and no sharp point to be found, it seems like she could cause no harm with it, but she continues* \"It helps when I'm teaching kids, sharp horns are quite intimidating. So I'm glad I have these horns, even if they are weaker than most others.\"" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "\"That's a great way to love yourself.\" The Blue Oni nods, understanding that the Pale one had a reason to not want a stronger body, nor a sharper horn. The difference in views could sometimes be staggering, and the blue Oni understood that. \"I think my horns are pretty amazing as well, for my line of work, anyways.\" He was about halfway through his second mug of ale. Maybe a bit tipsy, but not too much." }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Qualice gets her second and last mug o' ale, she isn't the one to drink much* \"Of course! So it's obvious you are the better adventurer out us 2, not that I went on an adventure before but anyways. I hope you get a job soon, you probably will do a great job out of it!\"" }, { "author": "pink.bulbous.tumor", "message": "\"Well, I hope you become a professor of magic, fellow Oni.\" He raises his mug in a mini-cheer, then finishes it with a gulp. \"Now, I have to get going. My transformation duration isn't going to last too much longer. Although, I will see you around.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "yiyu", "message": "Upon the chill of early winter, when the sky was blue as sapphire and white stars opened in the East, but the West was still golden and the air was cool and fragrant.\n\n A woman with hair dark as coal and a party of livestock trailing behind her steed where a rope connected them. She came glimmering in the evening, with stars on her brow and a sweet fragrance about her. She was quiet in her travels, the only sound escaping from her caravan being the jingle of the cow's bell.\n\nThe jolly laughter from a nearby tavern attracted her attention, bringing her to peer over in exhaustion, the need for a drink burning at her throat. One drink couldn't hurt, right?\n\nWith those thoughts she pulled on the reins of her steed, beckoning it towards the tavern. The thud of the horse's hooves sounded in her ears pressing the headache further. \n\nOnce she had neared the tavern she pulled the horse to a stop, climbing down from its massive height to attach it to the post. She didn't spare the livestock a single glance before pushing on the wooden door to the tavern. \n\nShe was welcomed by the warmth from the fireplace and the strong smell of the life inside. The more sober eyes of the different races found themselves on her while the drunken heaps continued to laugh with each other.\n\nShe nodded her head politely to the eyes and made her way to the bar where she passed a small smile. \n\n\"Wine, please.\" She spoke gently, her voice cracking from the lack of use. She sat down at the stool, looking down at the wooden surface of the bar as she waited for the drink to be served." }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Indeed, the few clearheaded patrons of the packed tavern directed their gaze towards the new arrival, the swinging of the door catching their attention while few tipsy men were either blacked out or chortling their hearts out. The piercing stares soon dissipated as the young woman advanced towards the counter. \n\nA middle-aged tender simply nodded slowly, crouching down to grasp a flagon of cast iron. Reaching out for a rag, he rubbed the container clean before heeding the farmer's request. \n\n\"That be eight copper.\n\nHis raspy voice sent towards her way, followed with a cough and another covered by the sleeves of his white tunic. In his right hand gripped the vessel filled with the deep violet liquid, a scent of grape emanating from its small pool. He set the flagon down in front of the curly-haired girl, its contents dancing left and right from his motion. \n\n**Grape Wine (Local alcohol; 2 imperial pints)**\n\nDuring this, a slim hooded figure sat on a table across from Athelesia, their legs crossed together propped on the table while they leaned back on the chair. Their head tilted down, the light casting shadows to their face. Yet, they are specifically directed towards the young woman, watching. \n\nA flagon is set on their own table— two flagons, actually. A small tied pouch lying beside the two vessels, along with a bowl of table salt (looks like it, anyway)." }, { "author": "yiyu", "message": "The sound of her silver coin rubbing against the wooden surface of the bar echoed faintly as she pushed it forward towards him. She was silent, only passing a short nod as he took the silver coin into his grasp.\n\nShe looked at the wine, checking it over before lifting the pint to her lips, taking a small gulp. She had never favored the taste of wine but after traveling for so long it was just what she needed to relax. Her shoulders slumped from their tense position as she set the mug down.\n\nShe looked up, dark eyes meeting the hooded stranger who seemed to be staring at her. It wasn't irregular for a local to stare her down. Hell, she'd probably be doing the same if it was the other way around. \n\nShe lifted her pint sending a smile towards the hooded person as if to clear the unease she got from them. It was awkward, to say the least, but again it wasn't irregular.\n\nSeconds passed by slowly making Athelesia feel as if the stranger had been staring at her for quite a while but it had not been over a minute. She decided to make her way to the stranger, perhaps to ask for directions. It was the only thing she could think of to ease the stare.\n\n\"Hello, may I sit?\" She asked the cloaked figure with a closed-lip smile." }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "No response came from them as the young farmer girl waved the flagon towards their direction. An unfriendly reply, though who would be friendly to a foreigner?\n\nThe cloaked figure, however, did not respond back to Athelesia. Instead, she could hear faint breath exhaling out of their mouth, a light snore coming from the black mass underneath the hood. \n\nIndeed, they were asleep. Most likely supported by the alcohol they drank. They let out out a small cough, which stirred their arms from its crossed positions, sliding down their body before hanging out at their sides. \n\nTheir small pouch is still on the table, now beside Athelesia. By choice, she could easily sweep it off the table and keep it themselves." } ]

[ { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "With the directions from Drake, Gabriel arrives at the tavern. Apparently this place was close to the strange door he was supposed to find. He first looks around for a Lora miner inside before approaching the tavern master. \"Ale please.\" He slides a silver coin across the counter." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The barkeep nods and takes the silver, pouring Gabriel a tall drink in a wooden mug. The Macen pushes back 5 pieces of copper as well.* \"Where are you hailing from?\"\n\n*In the tavern is a pretty small crowd, no more than 7 people all in all. Most belong to a group of 5, elves in leather armor. From their conversation and gear, they seem to be a small mercenary band. Two Lora sit in the back, by the door, talking quietly. They have a few drinks on their table already, along with a couple of empty dishes. They seem to be in a sour mood.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Gabriel nods to the barkeep. He takes a sip of the ale and leans against the counter. \"Me? Just got done with an escort. Thought to treat myself a little for a job well done.\" He looks around the tavern, eyes resting on the pair of Loras for a moment before turning back to his ale. \"Well those two look very *Un*-merry,\" He chuckles. \"Wonder if they're brainstorming excuses for their wives.\" He tries to ease in the conversation, subtly directing it to the topic of Lora miners. The quest didn't say anything about subtlety, but he can try anyway." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"The bartender laughed a small bit.* \"Yeah, those two. Some people around here thought they didn't want this tavern to collapse into a sinkhole, so they hired those elves to make sure they stop tunneling underneath me. Good boys, those elves.\" *The owner seemed pretty cavalier with the topic, probably how word got around.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "\"Aah, so that's why they're so grumpy. Looks like a pair of children being put in time out.\" He snickers and downs the last bit of ale in his mug. \"Why would they want to dig under there anyway? I didn't hear anything about there being mines 'round here.\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The owner shook his head.* \"Never was and never were no mines here. Some boneheads in New Salvainia said that we were built atop some kind of a treasure trove. There some natural caves that you can get in via an old well, and its in there.\" *The bartender collected Gabriel's 5 copper still laying on the counter and poured another mug of ale, continuing.* \"Kids round here would sneak down there and... Well, get up to whatever the Gates kids tend to do. There's always been some kinda puzzle door down there, but some academy found some keys and a tablet or tome. Been a whole mess ever since.\"" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "\"Kids, probably off daring each other into doing something silly down there. Maybe even as a courage test type of business.\" He nods in thanks for the refill and starts on it. He got the info he needed mostly, but he'll finish the ale first. \"Do kids even like puzzles? Those academy folk though, they also poking around down there?\" He swishes the ale around in the mug a little, then takes another swig. \"Did they go marching around the well for an expedition or whatever?\" He shook his head in sympathy, \"Must've been quite a ruckus about it.\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"Bit of noise,\" *The bartender said, looking out the door,* \"And that's why I charged them triple for food, drink, and rooms. Didn't think someone would come in after and try to do the whole place in, but here we are. There's a rope ladder by the well, if you wanna go down and take a look at it. Just as long as you aren't hauling any kind of diggin' equipment. Trust me, we'll feel it from up here.\"" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "\"Hey, you got something out of it at least!\" Gabriel smiles and downs the rest of his ale. \"Well, it's nice chattin' with ya. Thanks for the ale and tale. I think I *Will* Have a peep down there while I've got some time. All that ruckus over an old door got me curious. Ah, a lil' tip for your time, sir.\" Gabriel would attempt to slide another silver over before exiting the tavern." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The owner replied with just a nod and accepted the silver, going to a sink to wash some dishes. Outside and across the road would be an old well with haversacks and rope bundled up next to it. A sign saying 'NO DIGGING' was placed next to it.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "*This must be it*, he thought to himself. He'll look around to see if anyone's around and try to set up the rope ladder that the barkeep said would be there and go down the well. If that's not around though, he'll just use the rope." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Nobody was in the area, aside from a couple of riders that happened to be going down the nearby road. The rope ladder was on the other side of the well, looking alittle worn, but definitely usable. It'd be as simple as tossing it down and climbing. It was dark down below, with the bottom looking about 60ft down.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Gabriel shrugged and descended into the well. His nightvision should allow him to see in the darkness relatively well even without torches or lanterns. He would also narrow his eyes slightly as he reaches the bottom, focusing on his senses. \n\n`Gabriel cast Predatorial Senses for 5 Mana, leaving him with 105 Mana left out of his 120 Mana cap.`" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*At the bottom would be a damp cavern, though not as big as the word may imply. It only went about 80ft in every direction, with a few tunnels heading off in different direction. Torch were set up in sconces down one the tunnels, though, and there were some wooden planks laid across the ground. Small animals, insects and bats, moved around, though none really paid attention to Gabriel.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Gabriel would sniff the air out of habit. Not quite sure himself what he expected to smell besides the scent of earth and guano. He would also be looking around for signs or inscriptions that would point him to the door before peering down each tunnel." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Each tunnel would go down further, with some having engravings or paint on the walls and floor. Only the tunnel with the torches would be short enough to look down from the entrance. A squat stone door sat at the end of, with the wall made of carved stone as well. It was clear pickaxes had been taken to the wall and cave around it. The door itself had nothing but 9 square shapes. They were arranged 3x3, with all but the bottom right square having a keyhole.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "So there was the door. Yet it held 8 keyholes and he only had two keys. He saw the dug out parts and surmised this was where the Lora were digging. But it's a puzzle door, there must be a solution. Maybe the had to insert the keys in the correct hole. He'll inspect the engravings around the door first, seeing if they had further context on the door puzzle." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*There was nothing to provide context for the puzzle. The only markings were the crude gouges in the rock around the door and, on the squares, the keyholes. The squares were carefully carved, it seemed.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Nothing in this tunnel, so time to roam about. Gabriel would do the same thing, choosing one of the other tunnels and go down it looking for anything that might help him with the door puzzle.\n\nFinding nothing of note, Gabriel would find himself back in front of the door. With nothing else to go off of, he supposes trying the keys out wouldn't hurt. After all, some other bloke already tried it before and got the keys to the guild, didn't they? He would try to insert the keys on the top left and top middle holes first." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*In the presence of the doors, one key would shine blue, and the other red. Neither key would fit well in the top left hole, but the blue key would fit in the top middle slot.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Curious. He would keep trying to find the keyhole that fit the red key, starting with the bottom middle hole and working his way upwards in a snake-like pattern." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The red key wouldn't fit into any of the top six slots, and the blue key would have to be removed in order to reach the bottom row with the red key, due to the iron keychain restricting the range of movement. If Gabriel did remove the blue key, he'd find the red key didn't fit into the bottom two slots either.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Gabriel curses softly at the accursed keychain and keys. It really didn't make sense that the red key fit none. He thought that he would have to insert it into different holes at once. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. He would try putting the blue key into the other keyhole slots to see if they would fit." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The blue key would only fit into the top middle one.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "In that case Gabriel would leave the key in the top middle slot and check to see if anything else changed. He'd check the bottom right square and the other tunnels." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The bottom right square had no hole visible in its center as the others had. It seemed slightly looser than the other square stones, though even a dagger would fit in the space between the carved stone and the slot that held it.*\n\n*The other tunnels still had nothing other than the occasional discarded item and juvenile vandalism. Oh, and guano.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Of course that's what the kids were up to. Gabriel would turn his attention to the lower right square and try to slip his dagger in. Maybe he could pry it open." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Just the very tip of the dagger would fit in the space, less than a centimeter. Gabriel could wiggle it, but he'd have to exert a lot of continuous force for even a little bit of a reaction, whether he was trying to pry or jiggle it out.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "With that little space to work with, Gabriel would try to wiggle it out with the help of his dagger. He would try using the length of the blade instead of just the tip to avoid the dagger breaking." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The space wouldn't be able to accommodate the length of the dagger well enough, though it was also clear that the strange maneuver was having a negative effect on the pointed tip of the weapon. The stone square seemed to have moved out of the slot just a hair, though.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "He doesn't really want to risk losing his dagger over it. Sure he could always just buy another, but he'd be weaponless in the meantime. He would try to see if he could use the edges of his shield instead to help pry it out, and if not he'll try to keep pulling at it with his bare hands." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The edges of his shield would face the same problem as the length of the dagger: too long. The edges of the stone, now that Gabriel was actually touching it, were rough and coarser than sand. He'd barely be able to grip it with his finger tips, and it would be difficult to find a grip without accidentally pushing it back in.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "If not his dagger or his shield, what else could he use? Or maybe, he was going about it the wrong way. He would retrieve the only other thing he has access to, the keys, and try to insert the red one into the gap. He won't try to pry the stone out, but the would try to poke and feel around the gap using the key." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*One of the thinnest teeth of the key would catch in the slot, allowing Gabriel to continue to jiggle or pry the square. This seemed to have much better leverage than the dagger did, somehow.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Well, as long as it won't break the key, Gabriel would continue trying to jiggle the square out. He's almost certain there's something behind the square that he's trying to pry out. If there isn't, well he can just put it back." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The red glow from the key actually seemed to also make the object incredibly sturdy. With some persistence, the square, now revealing itself to be a cube, would slide out of its slot. Nothing would be within the gap, looking like it was just big enough to fit the block.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Interesting, so it's a cube that slides out. Looking at the other slots, Gabriel would try the upper middle keyhole again, this time trying to turn the key to have it catch on the keyhole and see if he could pull it out too." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*This cubes in the wall had no such place for the key to catch as the loose cube did, though handling the loose cube further would show that there was a keyhole in the backside of it.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Staring at this cube and the other holes in the wall, Gabriel would insert the blue key back in the top middle keyhole and the red one into the loose cube he is holding." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "***KRATHUNK***\n\n*The cube that the blue key turned within would now feel loose, and air would hiss out in the thinnest cracks of the puzzle..*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Gabriel would try to pull the key, but in a way that would hopefully pull the square out with it if it could." } ]

[ { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The now loose cube would come out, still attached to the key. Some sort of steel plate rested at the back of the slot, thought it seemed like Gabriel could grab and pull the stone section of the puzzle now.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "With both keys still in cubes, he would loop the keys on his belt once more to free his hands. He would now work on removing the rest of the stones and see what is underneath." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*With all of the cubes now loose, Gabriel removed them easily. The stone slab with the square slots would also be loose, showing the same steel plate beneath. It seemed like it was attached to the stone and some type of removable cover.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Gabriel would try to move the slab and set it down gently on the ground to the side. He'd check behind him to see if anyone wandered in while he was busy. Next he would see if he can remove the steel plate from the door." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Nobody had come in, and the steel plate had slid out of place. There was a hole, about 4ft in diameter, that led to another room.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "That was a pretty big hole, but still would be a bit awkward for Gabriel to step through. He would try to squeeze himself through and see what the next room held." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Inside would be a strange chamber, completely bare except for a raised stone circle, higher by about a foot and roughly 16ft in diameter. On this was a pedestal that hold a golden rod. It seemed embedded in the stone, though extended into the air by 6ft.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "The strange chamber and how it only held that one rod would be quite unnerving to Gabriel. He worries that the chamber might contain a trap of some sort. He warily stays by the hole, ready to quickly escape if needed, and draws blue sigils across the air. Upon completion, an adult gray wolf with blue feathers would step out of the glowing blue circle. It would then be commanded to first make rounds around the chamber before attempting to retrieve the rod.\n\n`Gabriel cast Spirit Wolf for 15 Mana and recovered 5 Mana, leaving him at 105 Mana and Mana cap.`" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Upon stepping over the edge of the stone circle, a blue lightning bolt would fire from the rod and at Gabriel's wolf.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Ouch, so the rod was the trap. Neither Gabriel nor the wolf would be able to foresee that, so the bolt would strike the wolf before Gabriel is able to command it to back off.\n\nGabriel would command the hurt wolf to return and pet it gently, healing it in the process. Then while he waits for it to recover, he would summon his two other wolves to experiment a little more. The red and green collared wolves respectively would be commanded to quickly step into the stone circle at two different points at almost the same time, then quickly jump away to try and avoid the lighting bolt.\n\n`Gabriel cast Healing Touch for 20 Mana, then cast Spirit Wolves twice for 15 Mana each, which leaves him with 55 Mana remaining out of 75 Mana cap.`" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The electric bolt would fly at only one of the wolves, striking a little past the stone circle.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "With this information in mind, Gabriel would approach the circle from the point opposite of the entrance, with two of his wolves standing ready at two other points. At Gabriel's command the two wolves would simultaneously jump up on the platform with Gabriel. They would all run towards the rod in the center and try to dislodge it from the rock, before running back to the entrance of the chamber." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The rod would fire out a bolt of lightning once per second, alternating between the wolves and Gabriel. It would strike at one wolf, then the other, and finally Gabriel. Perilously, Gabriel would find the rod to be fastened into the stone pedestal, not wavering an inch when pulled.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Gabriel and the wolves would hop off the circle, letting go of the rod when it turned out the rod wasn't budging. They would regroup, Gabriel healing himself first. If not pulling it out, maybe it was meant to be pushed into the ground. With all three of his wolves this time to buy him some time, he would try the maneuver again but now trying to push the rod deeper in.\n\n`Gabriel cast Healing Touch for 20 Mana, leaving him with 35 Mana remaining out of 75.`" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Though each wolf would likely be shocked, Gabriel would be able to push the rod down in time. Once it began, the rod would keep slowly descending on its own. It would stop firing electric bolts as well. Once it was fully pressed within the slot in the podium, though, golden rods would start to slowly rise all around the stone circle, not unlike a cage.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Gabriel does *Not* Want to get stuck in a cage. Once he saw the rod start descending on its own and other rods start rising, he would try to sprint out of the stone circle with his wolves, back to the hole he crawled in through." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Gabriel would make it out successfully, though from outside the hole, he could definitely hear the hum of electricity from within.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Gabriel would warily peek back into the other room to watch what was happening, but he stays where he stands in case something else pops up. It may seem cowardly that he runs, but he thought it better than being stuck in a cage. Or worse, dead from a trap." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The golden rods were all around the circle, less than four inches apart. They now reached to the ceiling, and were slowly spinning. Some sort of voice was coming from within.* \"—Ezekaih! No matter how wily, how brash, how cunning you think you are, your greed would be the death of you! Each shock will come once every hour, and I know you won't be able to slip out! Anyone who comes will find a much sooner death than yours.\" *Booming laughter came as well, then, it repeated.* \"You thought you could rob me blind, take it all from me? Oh, stupid Ezekaih! No matter how wily, how brash, how cunning you think you are...\"" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "\"*Who the actual fuck is Ezekaih?*\" Gabriel grumbled softly. But whatever the voice is saying seems to imply anyone who comes in after would be zapped to death as well. Seems the entire place is a trap meant to lure greedy treasure hunters like this Ezekaih person. \n\nGabriel sighs and tries to reassemble the door, returning it to the way he found it. He'll put the steel plating back, then the stone slabs, then the cubes, and finally removing the keys. He has nothing to bring back besides the knowledge of whatever just happened. He would return to the guild right after he finishes trying to restore the puzzle door." } ]

[ { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The stone parts of the puzzle would fit back into place well enough. Upon climbing up the rope ladder out of the well, he'd see 5 elf faces looking back down at him. The owner of the tavern would also be there.* \"Now what in the Gates was all that ruckus?\" *He seemed less friendly than before.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Oof, of course they felt it. They were able to feel a pair of dwarves picking away at rocks, they would've felt whatever mechanism he set off. Seeing as wolves can't climb ladders and would've been left at the bottom of it, he tries to subtly dismiss them. \n\nHe grins sheepishly. \"Hello! Sorry about that, I gave the place a peep like I said I would. Messed about a little too. Ended up pressing something wrong and setting off some sort of trap.\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"Goddammit boy, my business better not go down into a sinkhole.\"* The owner looked at the elves before glancing back down.* \"Get up here and explain what happened.\" *All six figures above backed away, giving Gabriel ample room to climb up.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "\"Ah, it wasn't that kind of trap, so I wouldn't worry. Sorry I spooked you, though.\" Gabriel would climb up and dust himself off. \"Right. I guess the best way to sum it up is... I set off a trap that tried to zap anything that moves. Then some voice rang out and said, 'Foolish Ezekaih and your greedy ways! You dare try to rob me blind!' Or something to that effect.\" Gabriel shrugs. \"I don't even know who Ezekaih is.\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"I don't know anything about any of that.\" *The owner looked to the elves, who simply shook their heads.* \"And if these guys go down there to check it out?\"" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "\"I think it'd be fine as long as they dont touch anything weird?\" Gabriel looked unsure, wondering if he should tell them about the keys and how he was commissioned to find out about the door. Eventually, he decides being sort of forthcoming might prevent anyone like the two dwarves from wandering into the death chamber. \"I solved the puzzle door and got through, but that trap was all I found on the other side. Guess the treasure was a tall tale to trap that Ezekiah fellow. Oh, and whoever came for him too. The voice was very specific about that.\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The elves all looked at each other, unsure if they should go down or not. The owner finally yelled at them,* \"Alright, boys, get down there and make sure he's not fibbing.\" *They all scrambled, going down the rope ladder one at a time.* \"Welp, hopefully we'll have some peace and quiet.\"" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "\"Ah, I put the door back together, you know. Didn't want people wandering in there and getting zapped to death.\" He held his hands up, showing he didn't bring anything with him that he didn't already have at the tavern. \"I'm not going back down there either, I satisfied my curiosity already.\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The owner would nod and let Gabriel be on his way, or get a drink ready if he wanted to hang around for longer.*" }, { "author": "cartilynvega", "message": "Gabriel nodded in reply. He would leave for the guild, not wanting to be in their hair for much longer. Hopefully his findings would at least deter anyone who wanted to try and dig their way into the chamber." } ]

[ { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki walks into the tavern, hoping to get a good meal cooked for her, after such a long day of pottery. Maybe meet someone else, who knows! All she knows is that this tavern sells good soups.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur, after loafing around for a couple of days at one of the Silnarian border towns, would eventually give up trying to meet Nox. At this point, he was just dying to do literally anything, struck with simultaneous feelings of boredom and melancholy, due to the fact that he had sustained one of the worst losses he'd ever gotten in his life. Why did he try to meet Nox anyway? He didn't do anything to help him in the fight, nor did he go out of his way to help him AFTER the fight! The nerve of some people... \n\nIt was nighttime. As he got up to leave the town, he eventually settled to make a dangerous decision. He would take a road leading to the outskirts of the Salvainian empire, since even though he was a wanted fugitive there, he would still find some form of stimulus, be it a bounty hunter coming his way or perhaps a meeting with another one of the boss's employees or affiliates. As he walked, Arthur reflected on his battle with Vinran earlier, noting everything that went wrong. Most of the faults he found were, obviously, directed towards Nox, but Arthur was heavily biased towards that matter. He would run his hand along his chest, feeling the cold armor covering his scars. He hated how they looked, even though no one else could see them. He sighed, knowing that he'd have to put up with them for the rest of his life. Ensuing this thought was a period of mental silence, silence in which Arthur walked along the dark road for a good bit, and then stopped once he noticed a lone building on the road. A tavern, maybe? Maybe he could get some food, drinks, and bread to go. Even better, maybe he could get someone to raise his spirits, for he was feeling down the entire trek.*\n\n*He walked in.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki looks towards the lonesome adventurer walking in and she waves, says* \"Hey you! Would you like to talk, it's been forever since I was able to talk to another adventurer. I'll even buy your meal, it's soup!\" *Ralki then thinks that he should be honoured that the great and magnificent Ralki has invited him and feel obligated to join her. It's true, she hasn't been adventuring in a while, much to her disappointment.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur would snap to attention, taken by surprise that he had been called upon as soon as he got inside the tavern. He would see a short, brown haird air macen wave at him from the bar, talking about how she would buy him some soup. That would be great, he had nothing to eat for the past few days besides bread and some D-rate beef loin. Elves didn't care about customer service to other races, it would seem. Besides, he needed someone to talk to. Anyone would do, really. Taking care to hide his Kitsune ears and tail, he would walk over to Ralki, looking at her at what tried to be a smile.*\n\n\"Y-Yeah, that'd be great. Haven't had anything to eat for the past couple of days besides bread, and even that taste's starting to get... Dull. What's your name?\"\n\n*He would say this as he looked down on her, involuntarily. It was pretty awkward, seeing that Arthur was about an entire foot taller than her. He squatted slightly, getting face to face with Ralki.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Then you're in luck! This place has the best soup! Did you know this place sells octopi? I had no idea either! That's why I'm going to try it out! Speaking of which... Bartender! Can I get octopi soup! Actually make that 2!\" *Ralki then clears her throat,* \"I do hope you like Octopus, fellow adventurer.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Octo... Pi? He hadn't heard of this delicacy before. What was it? Was it a kind of beef cut? Either way, it sounded pretty good, so he would sit himself down on one of the barstools, setting his backpack down on the floor next to him as well. He would then clear his throat, and asked for some water from the bartender. His throat was parched and dry from the amount he had walked earlier, so he downed the glass with gusto once he got it. He then turned to Ralki.*\n\n\"What's an octopus? I've never heard of it. Is it a kind of beef or pork cut?\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"I have no idea! It may be absolutely terrible, but if that's the case, I'll purchase another soup for you, any of your choosing! So, you're an adventurer, right? Do you have any stories!\" *As Ralki said this last part, she looks even more intently at Arthur, excited to hear stories.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Stories? All of the stories he had to tell thus far were grim and somber, for the most part. It usually involved around Arthur taking a job, and ended with someone dead. Damn, what kind of life was he living now? His father would be extremely disappointed, wherever he was. He tried to pull up some random story out of his ass, something that wouldn't incriminate him in anyway possible.*\n\n\"Well... There was this one time where I... I ate food. It was pretty good food too.\"\n\n*Soon after saying this, he internally cringed so hard at the embarrassment of what he said. He ate food once? Seriously? That's the best he could come up with? He would become slightly red, and would turn away from Ralki, tapping his index finger against the table rapidly.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Ooooh, you vanquished a beast and cooked it?! How did it taste? Was it good? Exotic?\" *Speaking of food, the bartender places down their soups, it has tentacles in it, also carrots and yeah.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"No, not really vanquished, per se. I just ordered it at a tavern much like this, but the food was amazing. A-class, in my opinion.\"\n\n*He would then look down at his bowl, gazing on the carrots, herbs, and what appeared to be... Tentacles? Were those a part of the octopus? The entire bowl looked somewhat... Repulsive, yet appealing at the same time. It was like how those certain kinds of dog could be considered ugly and cute at the same time. It was honestly quite puzzling to Arthur how that worked. He would then take the wooden spoon that came with the bowl, tasting the food for the first time.*\n\n*His first thoughts? The ocean. It tasted exactly like fish, and the aroma he caught wind of as he downed the soup reminded him of the ports ran by fishermen. It smelled of the salty air, of the open sea. The taste of the soup was reminiscent of some kind of exotic fish, a kind he had certainly never tasted before. It was fishy... Yet not completely. It was weird, but in a good way. He would continue to eat the soup, eventually reaching the tentacle. He plucked it out of the bowl, held it to his mouth, and ate it. The taste of ocean water and fish was way stronger in the tentacle, and it also possessed an odd, rubbery feeling to it. It was chewy, which was different from all other fish Arthur had eaten. Surprisingly, he found the dish to be pretty good! He turned over to Ralki, a bit of tentacle poking out of his mouth.*\n\n\"Hey, this is really good! I like this, it tastes amazing!\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Goodie! I know, this place sells the best soups, too bad I never visit\" *Ralki frowns, she never gets to come here anymore, seeing as the other tavern is so much closer.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*They sat in awkward silence for a little bit, partly because Arthur didn't know how to respond to this. He would continue to eat his soup, his mood being lifted as he finished. Noticing Ralki's frown, however, he wondered what was wrong.*\n\n\"What's wrong? You feel like you're down about something.\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Naw naw! I'm not down about anything! I'm too great for that. I'm just disappointed that there's another really good tavern near me, and I never get to go here because like, its easier to get to.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"There's another tavern there? What makes it so different than the one we have right here? This one seems perfectly fine, after all.\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"This one makes great soup, somewhere a distance away is a place that makes wonderful meat pie. I always go to the meat pie one since it's closer to where I'm situated, but this is just as good!\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur became slightly more wary after she had mentioned herself being 'situated.' Could that mean she was a guard of some sort? Even worse... Could she be a member of the New Sunlight guild? Was she, perhaps, feigning friendliness in order to let Arthur's guard down? Or maybe he was just overthinking things... Nevertheless, his guard amped itself back up to a state of alarm present prior to a battle, but he kept his demeanor of being calm on the outside.*\n\n\"Situated? Are you like, a guard or something?\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Nah nah! Not a guard, an adventurer! My dream is to explore the world, find wonders no one else has ever seen, and run in the forests with my companions!\" *Ralki seems a rather lost in thought as she says this.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Companions...? *Arthur paused, wary still.* \"Could you be affiliated with the New Sunlight guild?\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Yes! Why do you ask? Have you heard of me! You should!\" *She said those last 2 sentences with pride and egotism.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*He froze. A member of the New Sunlight guild was right in front of him. His blood ran cold with fear, but he realized that Ralki probably didn't know about his bounty, otherwise there would've been an attempt on his head already. He played it cool, and decided to try and exit the conversation before any incriminating questions came up about himself.*\n\n\"The New Sunlight guild? Wow! That's impressive, joining the guild! I tried out for it once, but I didn't even make Fletchling rank. Haha...\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki was not paying attention his sudden freezing and keeps talking* \"I know! I mean, I always expected I was great enough to be there! So what happened to you? Why didn't you reach the fletchling rank?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"I flubbed it up on the physical test. I tripped over my own sword, and the instructor obviously saw it. I'm not the best with a sword, but I think I'm pretty good with my magic. It's a right shame they didn't have an exam meant for magical abilities.\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki does a quick laugh then covers her mouth* \"Sorry about that... I just never heard of someone tripping on their own sword. So, you're good at magic? That's nice! I'm great at it too!\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"What types of magic are you good at?\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Uh, I'm particularily good at this one spell, called 'mold earth', it allowed me to be one of the best potters in the nation! If not the best! But yeah, I'm good with magic involving earth and air.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Cool! I'm also pretty good at earth magic, though I usually spec into fire most of the time. I've got 4 fire spells, but only 2 earth spells. I don't even use one of my earth spells, though. Come to think of it, I don't use either. Or, at least, I haven't used them in a long time.\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Yeah, they're not flashy like fire, but they are darn effective! They also make good armor if you learn a spell to do so, which is something I specialize at!\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"A spell? Mind explaining the details?\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Earth investiture, it allows me to cover myself with dense dirt. I also have a variation of it that is... More glamourous!\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"More.. Glamorous? Is it like, covered in gemstones or something?\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Bingo! You're a good guesser, you should become a mentalist or something!\" *Judging on how Ralki has said this, she has no idea what a mentalist is or what they do.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Doesn't that mean you could make tons of money off of it? Why aren't you already rich?\" *Arthur paused, coming up with an unnecessary snarky follow-up.* \"Or did you not realize that you could do that?\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"I mean, sure. But, the thing is if a simple magic spell such as mine can do it, do you think it's actually worth much?\"\n\n\"But yes, I could incorperate it into my pottery\" *Ralki frowns.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Well, obviously. Honestly, i'm surprised you haven't thought of it yet.\"\n\n*He pauses for a second, then speaks again.*\n\n\"Actually, it might depend on the kind of gem that you make. Mind if I take a look? I'm no expert, but it always helps to have another perspective on things.\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"It's made of dirt, formed into a crysalline structure, it's clear, but not too clear. If I were to find some metals, I probably could form more exoticly coloured ones, if my spell was strong enough for that...\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Heh, you could probably con some people into thinking they were real gems. Or...\" *Arthur took a gold coin from his pocket, then set it on the table.* \"Do you think you could make something that would replicate this coin almost completely? Hypothetically, anyway. I don't plan on breaking the law.\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Looks thoroughly at the coin,* \"Yes, I think? If I had materials that looked like it, and my mold earth spell becomes stronger, I could.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"What kind of material?\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"There's something that looks like gold, that fools people into believing it's gold, it wouldn't stand up to scrutiny, like it being weighed, but to the eye it'd probably be fine. But we aren't going to counterfeit anything!\" *Ralki chuckles at this last thought.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Yeah, we won't. It wouldn't hurt to have a few extra cash, though, right?\" *He would wave the bartender over to get some water, only because he had ran out. The octopus soup was salty, and it had dried his throat once more. He could have gotten some alcohol, but Arthur personally disliked the taste of it. He would take a sip of water, then set the mug down on the countertop.* \"I still never caught wind of your name. What is it?\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Ralki!\" *She said o so simply.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Interesting name. I swear I've heard that before, but that's to be expected of a New Sunlight guild member, isn't it?\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki nods,* \"So how was the soup?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"I thought I said so before. It's pretty good, but that's my opinion. You should try it for yourself.\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Unbeknownst to Arthur, Ralki has already had her soup completely* \"It was good.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Yep.\"\n*He would then sit there silently, not knowing what to talk about. He wasn't one for conversations, after all.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Alrighty! Why did you ask about counterfeiting in the first place?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"I thought itd be a pretty obvious thing to do. Like, the amount of people you could con if you were good with words would be pretty astounding, if you think about it. I would do it, if I wasn't worried about getting put in jail. That never looks good to an employer.\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Not the morally upstanding sort, huh? Ralki asks a question* \"Have you done this sort of thing before\" *She actually said this rather judgementally.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Nope. I've never dabbled in anything illegal before. It would really disappoint my parents to see their only son in jail.\"\n*He then thought of the irony in what he said. He had been in jail before, just not behind bars. It was somewhat amusing.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Mhmm...\" *Ralki was not sure what to think about him, but since she's an abosolute bafoon, she thinks he is nice enough.* \"Well, I should be going soon.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Same here, I've got another job to take. You have to make a living somehow, right?\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Yep! See you sometime later, ok!\"\n\n*The bafoon leaves the tavern.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur also leaves the tavern, and decides not to pay for his tab. What was stopping him from leaving, anyway? He would take his backpack and walk off, going ito the wilderness alone.*" } ]

[ { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*A specific EinEin could be found arm wrestling some men on in the bar... Winning all of them... I assume that traits like her's are pretty rare. She also has a few new goodies! A bow... A quiver... And bow food- i mean ARROWS! \n\nShe is very strong...*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron, having arrived in the inn, watched his ally arm wrestling some random men she probably just inadvertently challenged. He shrugged, deciding to just sit at the table and watch... He didn't have much to do at the moment, since it was a few hours to dusk last he had seen the sun.*\n\n\"So, what'd you been up to during the time I was away?\"" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "\"Well... I've been drinking some... Bought a bow... And stuff\"\n\n*She's obviously a teensy bit drunk... She is, of course, flustered. That tends to be a running thing about drunk humans. But that doesn't take away from the fact that she is extraordinarily strong. A bit too strong for the small and delicate frame she has.*\n\n\"That and doing this strange hand shake with the strongmen in this inn... Is it normal for the man to let the woman do the hand shaking?\"\n\n*She very well knew that this wasn't a hand shake... And she also very well knew that she was insulting their strength. Her voice was easy to read.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"... I suppose they just want you to feel important. They'd just go ahead and take over if they weren't considering what you'd like to do.\"\n\n*Theron decided that if she was somehow having fun in this, he'd might as well play along and let her enjoy herself... Ensuring the men that had been getting throttled heard him.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "\"Oi oi...? I forgot what I was going to say... I need more beer. Maybe some sleep... Or both! Beer sleep... That sounds like death to me\" \n\n*She's... Much more babbly when she's drunk... This is probably why she doesn't have many friends... There was a few moments of her finishing off the men... And they all went back to their places.. And she was all alone... With a few empty beer pints*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"If you feel that you've had enough, you should go rest up. We're going to New Salvainia right? It'll take quite the number of days to end back up there.\"\n\n*Theron looked over the pints guessing she was somehow... Drunk? There wasn't much change in her personality that he could tell, but maybe the differences were hidden cause she knew how to hold her liquor?*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*She was also... Making a few random noises and... Mumbling under her breath about something that has to do with... A Val being mean? Oh well. Nothing to note. Bit she was very obstinate about not drinking*\n\n\"Come onnnn! You're not me dad... I have beer... Beer helps with travels! Hehe unless you don't like beer then I will force you to drink some!\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"I've had beer before, I just don't like the aches you get the night after... It also messes with my senses.\"\n\n*Theron sighed, sprawling out against the table and watching the embers of Ein's wit being snuffed out before him... It was almost tear jerking. She doesn't have much to her name, after all.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*Hey! Insulting! She has her swordsmanship to her name! She is a really good one for what she is*\n\n\"Fine. No more alcohol... But... Maybe a single pint for you? Great soother. It's a single pint! Nothing too bad right? Unless... You're a LIGHT weight!\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Does that really matter?... I probably am one anyway, as I can't recall when I've last drank beer. Go to bed and don't use silver that you'll regret not having later.\"\n\n*Theron was sliding his finger along the lip of one of the empty glasses, staring into his drunken friend's eyes.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*Drooopppyyyy. She looks like she's about to pull the cliché- oop she just did. How did she fall asleep while sitting? The power of being a human and drunk, whilst being somewhat of a lightweight but drinks anyways. She won't be having a good morning... *" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron stared at her for about a minute, till realizing she was most likely asleep... Of course this would happen. Now he had the choice to drag her into her bed or just leave her here for bringing this upon themselves...*\n\n*After giving it some thought ~~and the owner of the inn refusing to give him a refund~~, he decided that he would not waste ten silver for an empty room. This woman will be put onto the bed in a uncomfortable position as payment for his effort.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*Oh well, she's never comfortable! The forest isn't the comfy place to sleep! Especially when things like to bite! But anyways... She was konked out and probably not able to do much...*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron would begin the possibly discomforting process of dragging her into her assigned room for the night. It wasn't too far, but he didn't want to inconvenience himself and hurt his back somehow... So he wrapped his arms around her chest and begun to drag her away ~~while absolutely no one questioned what he was doing~~.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*Lucky for him, she was either extremely flat and bony, or she was still wearing a cuirass. Oh it's cold... That's her cuirass. Explains... That metalic feeling and... Metalic feeling. She wasn't exactly the lightest since... Her whole kit probably weighed over 40lbs... On top of her current weight. Oh well, at least she didn't smell too much of alcohol and more just berries. \n\nSnooze snooze snooze*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Now that she was in her room, he just up and flopped her into bed. Deciding to be somewhat courteous, he would pull her legs up off the floor and tuck her into bed as well. Good enough.*\n\n*He then went to his own room to sleep and enjoy the stay in a bed... It was nice to have these things every now and then. They would be heading back to New Salvainia as well, so at least he could see how Syele was doing... Although he would come back with little progress made on extra silver to be saved away.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*Meanwhile... She's be there slaving away to find another job... Maybe... A job that involves damaging thing's abilities to live! Hmmm but... Where would she find such a thing!? Probably some quest board out there... \n\nOff to sleep she goes... Probably going to wake up absolutely dead and tired and... Groggy and... Pathetic. There are pros and cons of the drunk!*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*While the two were upstairs in the dead of night, Morwé entered the tavern with several hooded men. The place fell quiet as they appeared, and as they did, no one moved. The gathering of mysterious hooded figures made their way to the far end of the tavern, and onto the basement dwelling. After giving an affirming nod to the Tavern keeper and the Tavern maids, Morwé saluted them in thanks. He then faded into the dark basement, fading into the faint whispering down below.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*A specific EinEin could have been seen... Walking, rather slipping, down the stairs. She looks very fatigued... And... Well, not good. Her eyes have the baggy bag bags and her posture isn't great. \nShe just overall looks like she hasn't slept in years.\n\nShe made an order for something... Milky and... Oily. She feels that helps with her hangovers. She has those a lot so she has time to test different ways of doing it*" } ]

[ { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron would be minding his own business at one of the tables closest to the stairs, he himself preferring to wake up early. He was currently drinking water, like a normal person would do in a bar.*\n\n\"So you're awake, how's it like to be able to hold your drinks? I don't quite know how myself since I'm a light-weight.\"" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*She gave him the... EYE then got her food, sitting down next to him... Rubs her temples. Headaches aren't great. She wasn't having a good day... Maybe the oil will help\nShe hopes the oil will help. It's not a good feeling to be attacked by your only true friend*\n\n\"Uhhh... Head... Throb. Sleepy\"\n\n*God she even sounds like crap. Maybe she isn't as good of a drinker as she says she is.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"I suppose that does happen after drinking too much. When you feel better we can go ahead and continue journeying over to New Salvainia. Should be good things waiting for us there.\"\n\n*Theron sipped away on the glass cup, looking over at his companion who was now suffering. He had a smug look on his face, if Ein cared enough to notice him.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*Her meal was done, but she wasn't done fighting! She will move when she can... At least... After she fixes herself and her claymore. Just need some tree resin and a few pieces of wood. \n\nSmug meanie*\n\n\"I'll go today. I'll be fine. I fought bandits off like this... I'm good. I think\" \n\n*At least she isn't puking?*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "My wifi on computer died\n\n\"Well if you're so sure, we should get going. There is still much between us and the capital. Best not to waste more time here stumbling around... And I recommend you do not drink as much as you did yesterday.\"\n\n*Theron stood up, chugging the rest of his `watur` before placing it back down on the table. He'd walk along over to the door, expecting his friend to not trip over anything as they followed his lead.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*She grabbed her things, slipping on her hood and... Other accoutrements. She also... Didn't trip! But she was a bit wonky, requiring a bit of support from her... Friend?*\n\n\"Let's forget about yesterday please... It's embarrassing*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"If you insist on doing so, then just for you, I'll accept... But a piece of paper can't forget.\"\n\n*Theron `kek'd` to himself, leading the poor Ein along since it looked like she was struggling. He opened the door and let her go in front, just in case she somehow tripped on the doorframe... Somehow.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "\"A piece... Of paper? What. Did you write it down? I'd like that please. I have an image\"\n\n*She said, staring* ***Down*** *At him due to his relative size to her. That and the fact she always gives the* ***Eye*** *To people when hung over.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"An image of... What? Don't you have your own book? I feel that you're being selfish in this situation.\"\n\n*Theron felt some intimidation from Ein, now that she was constantly giving him some sort of glare... The size difference wasn't of much concern. Although remembering her strength, he supposed he should start being more careful right now.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*That scary look slowly morphed into a confused look. That or she still looks scary because she has her hood on and hasn't... You know, straightened her hair*\n\n\"So... You didn't write it down? What piece of paper then?\" \n\n*She is extremely confused at this point. What is happening. Maybe she needs her head checked.. Or maybe it's the ALCOHOL!*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"... Just don't mind it, you've had a long night, you can wake up fully once we're setting off.\"\n\n*Theron decided to not have her be so troubled about something of little significance. He'd stop leading her along like some old lady, now walking beside her and ensuring that she wasn't about to just keel over.*\n\n\"In any case, how do you think we should proceed? I think a Ferry across the strait could be beneficial.\"" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*Twitch... Then suddenly her whole attitude changed. Really suddenly in fact, it was almost as if she wasn't hung over for a second. She sheepishly replied*\n\n\"Y-Yeah... That's the best way. Yeah...\" \n\n*She has a major thing with sea sickness... And she hasn't been on a boat after she nearly fell overboard. She doesn't know how to swim*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron raised a brow, watching his somewhat around the averagely sized friend get... Ceased up? He assumed, anyway. Could there be something wrong with the Ferries around here?*\n\n\"Do you have a problem with using the Ferry? It may seem unsafe, but piracy across the strait is rarely seen... Due to most bandits being unable to afford ships, and the ones they do obtain get sold off.\"\n\n*Theron continued to watch her, keeping pace with her as he did what he thought would give her comfort.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "\"Ah well... You see... Nevermind. It's fine. The sea cant hurt me. I'm more powerful than some salty water\"\n\n*Totally. Yeah. She is. Don't worry! She'll be fine. Maybe she might puke a bit and get some sea sicknesss... But she'll be fine. She also... Fiddled with her cuirass and hood... Just for the awkward feel*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Do you know how to swim?\"\n\n*Theron decided to pry into Ein's skillset rather bluntly. This could be useful later on, if anything was to go wrong... But most likely she was already worrying about something like that if he only begun to think about.*\n\n\"Most people wouldn't know how to, especially if their entire life was spent working on fertile soil.\"" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "\"Well... No. But I do know how to... Use swords... And polearms. Swimming... Isn't something that I'd use often... If i work in the fields\"\n\n*She decides... That she'll try making a joke, inhaling then...*\n\n\"Especially in harvesting season\"\n\n*That sounded better in her head. Her parents and ancestors are now disappointed in her. She is now cursed for the rest of her life. Just kidding*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Good to know. I can't teach you within a day, so I'll suggest you two things... Since you seem to be worrying about it.\"\n\n*Theron pointed a finger at her, expecting her to listen.*\n\n\"No armor or large weapons on your person... If you want to tempt fate, then only have a dagger with you. They will only cause you to sink faster or impede your ability to swim... Other than this, try to find a large piece of wood to hoist yourself onto or to hang onto. The wood will be able to float because it is more spread out along the water.\"" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "\".... Fine. Thanks for that tip, but I think I won't be staying anywhere near the edge. Doubt I'll fall off. But... My gear is expensive... It costs more than I probably do in the slave market!\"\n\n*Why was she getting fingers pointed at her? She feels attacked*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"We can just spend the day or three under the deck. Merchants keep their cargo there, and no one would mind if some extra space is `borrowed`...\"\n\n*Theron returned to his rather passive state of walking beside Ein, the sound of the gulls growing louder. They were closing in on the docks, and if attention was drawn to the sound, one could easily see the rather large ship docking. Many people crossed over from both sides, for whatever reasons they had, and it could be clearly seen in the line-up.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "\"Plus... It's always... Easier cut someone down when they can't move.\"\n\n*She's already thinking about killing bad guys. No stop, not now. Too early. Kill at like... 18:00.*\n\n\"Haven't drawn my sword much as of recent\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Well it will be some more time before you draw it, I've already given you reasons against the ship sinking. Keep your mind off it... The biggest danger on the ferry would be a petty thief.\"\n\n*Theron sighed, stepping next to the mob that was preparing to enter the Ferry. They would board it soon enough, as you could see the workers of the dock preparing a sort of large board that would act as a way to cross onto the ship... Dozens of people walking off the ferry and into the town.*\n\n\"Behave yourself... And do not stain my equipment if you feel sea sick.\"" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "\"I'll be sure to swallow my inside contents for your sake\"\n\n*She said, with a smuggly grin. She's becoming normal again. But she still looks like crap. She needs to wake up with a nice icy plunge!* \n\n\"That's... A big boat. I wonder how much grain they can fit in that?\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"I don't know exactly, but I'd assume a lot. Along with other things such as trade items, personal belongings, materials... Who knows.\"\n\n*The pair would get shuffled onto the ferry after about ten minutes of sitting around, due to the unloading and loading process of people and cargo alike. Once finished, the sailors would signals to the dock workers to untie them and let the ship proceed to it's destination. The pair would be, by now, sandwiched at the center of the boat... A somewhat long and overpopulated journey of the high seas ahead of them.*" } ]

[ { "author": "murio876", "message": "`aw, it's one of the first rps we did`" }, { "author": "Generic NPC", "message": "*As the three entered the tavern, scoundrels of all sects all geared their gazes towards the two young looking adventurers. Snarls and glares reflected at them. But the stranger gestured for the two the to continue on.*\n\n\"Don't mind them...\" *He nervously assured them.* \"The capital is known to attract the unsavory types... Err... He's waiting in there in the back.\"\n\n*The stranger guides them to a dark corner of the tavern. There he presents to them a booth, where a cloaked individual patiently waiting for them.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*Ein herself took the lead, walking in front of Theron. She knows that Theron can't fight well... Especially during that one duel, albeit it being a duel to not harm each other. \n\nShe stood there, staring directly at the cloaked individual, asking a question in the kind of tone you would find from an annoyed Ein... Or a hung over Ein... Or a sick Ein...* \n\n\"Who are you and what do you want?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Morwë pulls back his hood and smiles at the two. This little side endeavor certainly had scared them, and it sort of brought some entertainment to him to see their nervous looking faces.*\n\n\"Can't a friend invite you for drinks?\" *He whispers to them.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron had rolled his eyes once hearing his little quip. He'd had to have known about their predicament, or at least heard details of it... No one just does this out of the blue. Walking over to his nameless friend, he sat down at the booth.*\n\n\"So what was the reasoning behind calling us over to you, using a complete stranger?\"\n\n*Theron was seemingly annoyed, which was hard to get out of someone who rarely acts in a different manner to the usual assurance he commanded.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*She too looked pretty irritated, having just gotten a death threat and suddenly being called over by Morwë, who used a proxy to give us a fright. If he wanted something, he should have asked in person*\n\n\"Yes. Why did you use a complete stranger to call us over? You know us well enough to just confront us directly\"\n\n*She said with a slight scowl. She released her sword, which slid back down into the sheath with a nice thunk. This sword was not the same sword he repaired... So was the shield. She was even missing her sallet! Her cuirass... Had obvious battle marks and... Seemed much more worn down than what he saw before. \n\nAnother thing that was different about her was... The way she dressed! Assuming he knew his lore, he may or may not recognise the crest on her cloak. \n\nBut that's not important compared to her attitude around Theron! You see, she was standing closer to him than she would with Morwë. Interesting things happened?*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*He leaned back a bit, wearing himself a sly grin stretched across his face. Morwë then gestures to a tavern wench to fetch two more mugs of ale to lighten their disheartened mood.*\n\n\"It's a little complicated...\" *He expressed.* \"Things veered differently than I had expected... Uh, anyways, word has it that you two are caught in some predicament?\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Apparently on one of Ein's quests, she spoke too much of her employers... The Thorns. Now she has been targeted by them, and assassins will be coming after us for some time. We will need to avoid them, obviously. Currently, we are leaving Salvainia to get away from our last known location... Whatever happens next is up to fate.\"\n\n*Theron slid his finger back and forth on the table, for whatever reason... Sitting up straight in his chair. He had been looking down, somewhat lost in thought for whatever reason, before having his gaze return to Morwe.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*She lightly elbowed Theron, whispering into his ear as she sat down, having taken a chair from an empty table*\n\n\"You said too much. Way too much\"\n\n*Before leaning back into the chair. She made sure her kilt was laying properly over her so no aspiring peeper can get a chance... Though it won't matter would it? They won't have eyes if they tried*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron rubbed his side, breaking into just barely a pout... What was too much? He just relayed some basic information to him.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*He stared at the two, maintaining his expression. As the drinks came to their table and when the tavern wench had left them, Morwë adjusted himself, sitting up straight to properly talk.*\n\n\"Thorns...\" *He mutters.* \"Why does that name sound familiar?\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*She slid Morwë the bloodied letter. On top of this, her sleeve slightly exposed a feint black tattoo on her wrist. Strange, but okay. Doubt Theron saw that. \n\nShe leaned back into her chair, having slid the letter close enough to him. She didn't want to go too close... Just in case he bites.\n\nShe leaned closer to Theron, saying in a hushed voice just so the other patrons won't hear*\n\n\"It's better to have them read. Other people can hear what you say. I don't think people can hear what you read in your head\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Morwë reads the letter, changing his expression to a stern and calculating fixture. He turned his gaze to the two, feeling a mixture of thoughts and feelings culminating in his mind. Out of some tension toiling in him, he crumpled the letter.*\n\n\"This is a fools game the both of you are playing,\" *He said to them, maintaining calm and collected.* \"You shouldn't be running away from it... Both of you should fight back. This isn't a threat... This is a declaration of war.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"You can't fight a war without knowing where to attack.. So once they make their first move, we will capitalize on it.\"\n\n*Theron stated bluntly. He had thought over about how they should proceed, and the best way he could think of was to attempt to at least interrogate some of the assassins... If the chance was possible.*\n\n\"For now however, I don't see other ways of gaining information on them. I don't have the sort of power or connections.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Leaning in,* \"That's where I come in...\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"Neither does the Brotherhood. Doubt they would at least. They are too busy sucking their thumbs and licking wax in Silnaria to know anything.\"\n\n*She said, sighing to herself. She was honestly just scared. Not for herself. But you can infer on what she is scared about*\n\n\"Bunch of useless old men honestly. Only thing going for them is their cool cloak that I will one day work up and come to possess\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Shaking his head,* \"No, listen... I may not be the most powerful person you know, but I've lived long enough to have the connections to solve your little Thorn problem. You see I may not have the guards or the assassins guild in my pocket, but I have a network that can get us to your so called 'boss' faster than you think.\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*She looked at Theron. She wants him to have the final say in this obviously. She didn't like making all the decisions honestly. Too much work*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron thought about it for about ten seconds, looking off to the floor at his side. He then turned his focus back to Morwe.*\n\n\"I could see how this network of yours could assist us, but most things have a price attached to them. I do not mean offense to you, Valmir, but most people I know... Would ask hefty things for the kind of information you're willing to go out and search for.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Slamming his dagger on the table,* \"Threats and extortion will be a price to pay... I never exactly specified the people that's going to help us have the cleanest of records. New Salvainia is known for its unsavory folks... And if your boss is willing to pay unsavory folks to hunt you, then we will have to ask them ourselves.\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*Ein nervously shifted backwards. Dagger knife generally isn't a good thing. Usually means danger. But she still... Tried to keep herself cool by just... Leaning into her chair* \n\n\"First, they aren't my boss. They just happened to hire me. And two, I believe Theron here was asking about... The price for your services, assuming you had one.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Lifting the knife off the table, awkwardly rubbing the dent he accidentally made.*\n\n\"Oh... Uhhh... There's nothing in it for me,\" *He chuckled, backtracking from the threatening demeanor he imposed.* \"It's just, uh, a personal vendetta you can say...\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"A vendetta you say? Interesting. Let's just say I too have a vendetta against them, but if we are using war as an analogy. I suppose I have a Cassus Belli against them. Who wouldn't have one if they threatened someone preciou- i mean a friend\"\n\n*She said, having a slight slip of tongue. She isn't good at... Hiding it from people she may or may not enjoy being around! But of course, it was slight as she speaks quite quickly for a... Supposedly low education farmer! \n\nShe was fiddling with her Brooch, which was fashioned into her Family Crest. It was pretty useful at holding the excess kilt fabric onto her*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"I won't ask about the vendetta, but I will thank you for assisting us in this. It is greatly appreciated that you would help us when we need it.\"\n\n*Theron bowed his head slightly to Morwe, it was nice to have multiple people to rely on for this. Of course, Ein was also relying on him to do his best... But he would rather not have them get into too much danger. Whatever that feeling was, he didn't focus on it too much.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Leaning back again,* \"I don't actually have a vendetta. It's just a word for me to use to spark some shitty conflict. What I'm really after is your dealings with the Assassin's guild.\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"If that's a question for me, no answers will be given. I don't have reason to tell you about what happened inside of the Brotherhood.\"\n\n*She said, consuming some... Hard tack from her bag... Mmmmmm crunchy flavourless bread. My favourite!*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*He sat there for awhile, quietly contemplating to himself. It was almost like a sudden rush of focus had taken over him. His senses came to him quickly.*\n\n\"Perhaps we do need to escape the country,\" *He muttered quietly to them.* \"It's too dangerous to operate where the enemy lies deep in its heart. We need to strike it elsewhere...\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Yes... But could your network still efficiently work if we're not in close proximity? The information could get out-dated if it takes too long to reach us.\"\n\n*Theron rubbed his temples, probably because of some of the stress. It's hard to try and think about how you're supposed to evade death... Especially when you can't understand the range of influence your enemy could have.*\n\n`forgiv for taking long tim`" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"Honestly, I feel like the Alps are our best bet to survive... Then again that's me, being able to just walk out in this belted plaid and a top while it's snowing outside. Other than that, I suppose escaping is a good idea\"\n\n*She said, rubbing Theron's shoulder with the intention of bringing comfort. Of course there was some... Hesitation in this move, but she just went with it* \n\n\"But of course, that would mean that we'd need some supplies... And I'm pretty sure walking will take a long time... So a horse is better. But where would you even buy a horse?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"So you won't get shot in the back on foot,\" *Morwë boldly answered.* \"Discuss your plans and collect what you have— I will discuss the matter of escape with the gentleman you have met earlier.\"\n\n*He got up from his seat and made his way to the bar counter where the stranger was. The two would then quietly discuss, leaving for Theron and Ein to talk amongst themselves.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*She looked at Theron, quickly averting her gaze if he looked back at her. She seemed slightly tense around Morwë, loosening up once he left*\n\n\"Honestly... I have a bad feeling about this now. I don't even know what he is planning. Doubt he'll tell us...\" \n\n*She said, turning back to him. She was still holding her Halberd, pushing down her small pouch, which applied weight to the Belted Plaid so... It doesn't go up when she sits.*\n\n\"Then again... I'm probably just being paranoid. The world is a scary place... And this just further proves that theory\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Most things you don't get to know seem scary. Valmir has his reasons for hiding things... Although, I don't appreciate that either. It's just drawing suspicion from people he's trying to help, for no reason.\"\n\n*Theron sighed, leaning back in his chair and doing his best to relax a bit. The help was needed, and this was a good thing... He just hoped that valmir wouldn't just leave them in the dark on how he planned to help them.*\n\n\"...In any case, where do you suppose we go in the Tulpa region to stay low? You said something about an Alps?\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"Maybe the forests are better instead. Low elevation. Lots of water and wildlife. We could probably survive on the fauna and flora for some time, supplementing our diets with some berries and maybe blood. Don't worry, I'm no vampire.\"\n\n*She said, opening her mouth to reveal no fangs!*\n\n\"That or maybe change our own identities and live as different people. That could work too\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Changing identity does sound like a plausible thing to do in this situation. I would highly doubt they have a way to locate us through just our faces alone... Lest they have great memory, or some sort of advanced spell.\"\n\n*Theron thought to himself, tapping his chin. ~~he sure was disappearing a lot, and not able to respond~~ Living a 'new' life in another region was not a bad choice... Then returning to New Salvainia every two months or so could be done, because by then the organization shouldn't have their eyes lined on them.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"I'm sure there are many people who have the same face as us. I'm not completely unique, nor are you. But yes, changing identity is... Very plausible\"\n\n*She was disappearing from almost everything she knows. Probably everyone thinks she died of dysentry or something*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Morwë came back to the table, feeling well in ordered. Everything seemed to handle itself far better than he had expected. Though his thoughts were well assured, he could help feel a looming sense of dread lingering in the far reaches of his mind.*\n\n\"Well it's in order,\" *He said to them.* \"We just have to wait until my friend comes back with the things we need to escape. Have the both you proposed anything?\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*She looked at Theron, looking back at Morwë* \n\n\"We were planning to change our identities and resign somewhere in the country side. Maybe live in the forests or the alps.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Nodding,* \"Any of you know how to ride a horse? If you're thinking to head to some forest or mountains, you're looking deep into the center of Salvainia.\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"I've ridden a work horse before. Can't say I'm the best... But I can ride one. If Theron here cant, I guess he can join me or you...\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Squinting,* \"I thought you never seen a horse before?\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*A sly grin painted itself on her face. Seems like he fell for her... Tricks of things*\n\n\"Do you honestly believe that. I, a farmer wouldn't have seen, or even ridden a horse? Much more someone in the Brotherhood?\"\n\n*She said, maintaining her new grin. She liked having fun with people's minds... Though she keeps it to the minimum so... She doesn't lose friends and become lonely again*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Crossing his arms, furrowing his brow,* \"No, I just thought you were stupid. I never believed you were a farmer...\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*She snickered at that comment, leaning in*\n\n\"What makes you believe me not to be a farmer? Is it my... Immaculate English? Or maybe my beauty. Or is it... The way I fight?\"\n\n*She asked, supporting her chin on her hand, whilst leaning on the table. She had this... Smug face. Yikes*\n\n\"Or is it... Him!\"\n\n*She asked, pointing at Theron*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron just sat there, not really knowing what she meant... What an odd reasoning.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*He stared at Ein like she was a madwoman. As far as things goes, this has been by far the most peculiar of her.*\n\n\"Well for one thing, whenever we had our conversations when we met,\" *He began.* \"Everytime your responded, you twiddled with your fingers like some flamboyant villain. Then there was the case with the shop. You shifted your eyes more than once. Never at that second have I taken you for a farm girl. I thought of you someone who is simply a madwoman.\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*She leaned back on her chair again, keeping that smug look on her face.*\n\n\"That's just who I am. What's you to judge? I might just be a flamboyant villain... Or just a madwoman. Either or, I'm just a person with personality\"\n\n*She said, rolling her head. She seems to have a lot of back and neck pain. Wonder why that is? Anyways... She just continued to sit there, not having anything to do... Then her mind clicks! She remembered what she wanted to do at the market.\n\nShe produced two pieces of parchment with drawings of... A dagger and... A shorter knife, sliding it to Mr Morwë. Seems like she wanted something*\n\n\"Anyways, now that you got all of that off your chest. You up for some work? I'm willing to pay.\"\n\n*She said, producing her gold bag, putting it on the table with a newly found jingle!*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*He looked down at the knife, feeling befuddled with her sudden response. She was trying to change the subject, and it ticked him a little to how obvious she was acting. He palmed his head out of slight frustration, rubbing it then afterwards to alleviate the phantom pain thats aching in his head.*\n\n\"Yeah... Once we get out of the city, I'll look into the knife,\" *He signed feeling a little defeated.* \"Theron, do you need anything before we go?\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"I should be fine for the journey there. I've already packed up what I needed, so we can get going now... If you two are satisfied.\"\n\n*Theron was still leaning back in the chair, having just listened to them go on about personality and madness... Whatever helps them calm down, he guessed.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*The Elf squints his eyes once more,* \"You two are quite the perfect pairing. The unhinged and the dull... Quite the small world we live in.\"\n\n*Morwë stood up from his seat and paced back and forth. Patiently waiting for his friends return.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"Oi, who are you calling dull, that?\"\n\n*She sighs, whispering to herself*\n\n\"That's honestly probably me\"\n\n*It's as if she had blocked out the first part of the entire thi- oop nevermind it got to her. She turned almost completely cherry red, as if she was a a piece of metal in a furnace. \n\nYikes. She remained silent but she looked like she was just about to smash her face into the table*" }, { "author": "Generic NPC", "message": "*Morwë's friend rushed inside and quickly made his way to the three. He was out of breath, wheezing himself to a nasally sound.*\n\n\"The horses are outside,\" *He panted.* \"Do any of you have any heavy gear you're carrying?\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*She stood up, taking a few steps, her equipment clinking and clanking together as she takes said steps.\n\nShe then looks back at Theron, somewhat liking the prospect of being the perfect pairing.%\n\n\"Let's go Theron, they said they had horses! Wonder if it's brown and fluffy like the horses back at the farm!\"" } ]

[ { "author": "murio876", "message": "`i finish my s t u f f`\n\n\"Alright then. It'd be best that we go now, anyway... But I don't have much experience in riding horses. Would there be enough space so I could... Uhm... Ride with someone?\"\n\n*Theron sadly, never road a horse in his life. He can't really recall why he never got one... It would have made his journey across the country a lot more efficient, in his younger years. Maybe because of their upkeep and having to constantly look out for them?*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"I can help, I'm pretty small and don't take up much space. Or you could always ride with Mr Valmir. Your choice\"\n\n*And off she goes! To go... Find the horses... Wonder what kind of horses these are? Are they pretty horses? Maybe. Is she going hug the horse... Maybe*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Three walk outside to see two plain brown horses, and tall white one. Morwë looked to his companians with a meager grin, and saddled himself on his horse.*\n\n\"Theron, you can ride the horse, but I believe Eínillainis can direct you with a tether,\" *He said.* \"It's not so difficult as steering the beast.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Okay. I'll watch our back, then.\"\n\n*Theron would walk over to the horse... Visibly confused, if you could see it past the hood he had on. This was quite the conundrum, he thought to himself, as he manned up and just did his best to jump on it. He was now laid across it, as he then slowly begun to spin his way to sit properly.*\n\n\"U-uh, I think... I think I've got it.\"" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*She grabbed the tether of the horse, quite sad she wasn't allowed to ride the horse. Oh well the time will come one day* \n\n\"You better not start anything funny Val\"\n\n*She said, still holding her Halberd in... Her strong hand. She was both handed! Also known as ambidextrous. But anyways, she was ready to get a move on...*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Backing his horse,* \"I'm the least funniest person you'll ever know, Eínillainis. I can assure you on that part.\"\n\n*He slowly directed his horse down the street at a steady pace.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*She herself started the horse on a light gate after Val. What is there to really say? She doesn't... Have much to do other than walk the horse.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "```Operation Small Talk?```" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron was still doing his best to hold onto the horse... He hadn't quite gotten it, even though they were at least ten minutes into their journey.*\n\n\"Are you sure you're fine just walking...? I could get off the horse too.\"\n\n*Theron's innocent question held his small fears. He didn't like being on a horse. He was practically hugging it like one would when holding onto a rope over a steep drop... He didn't quite understand how to be seated properly.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*She looked back up at him. She had honestly just tied the rope to her waist as she couldn't be bothered to hold it. She of course was just leading a horse along.*\n\n\"I'm fine walking. You don't have to stay on the horse if you really don't like the horse...\"\n\n*She said with a smile. She was quite used to people being scared of horses. Having neighbours and taking care of their children on the farm. She made the assumption that he was quite scared of horses as this was the first time he has been on a horse... Supposedly*\n\n\"It's quite natural for a first timer to be scared of horses. I too was a first time all those years ago\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Well I would... But I haven't gotten used to the idea of jumping down from the horse.\"\n\n*Theron sighed, while scooting himself along just a bit to get a firmer grip. He was still on the horse, but slowly sliding off to it's side. Having to adjust himself every ten seconds or so, so it didn't end up as him hanging of the horse.*\n\n\"Can you stop it so I can do so? It's rather, uhm, unpleasant... Being atop something that you can't control. I would rather not end up hurting you, or valmir. Hindering us from-\" *Slippy slip, almost falling into the mud! He adjusted in time!* \"... Hindering us from our quest to the docks...\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*She stopped herself, turning around and placing her hands in front of the horse to stop it. She then tilted herself to meet Theron's eyes*\n\n\"Do it quickly or I fear thay Val will leave us behind...\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron ended up hanging off the side of the horse anyway... But he managed to have his feet touch the ground! Once letting go and finding stable footing, he exhaled deeply. Stress averted!*\n\n\"Thank you... I feel that I shouldn't be... Uhm, this afraid of it. It's extremely useful, but I just can't do it for now.\"\n\n*Theron was somewhat embarrassed, it showing on his face as he didn't wanna look at Ein and be met with some sort of smug or judging look. Quite the experience he's had, in a long while. He'd tell himself that he should learn how to do it some time... Likely get Ein to teach him, when they can get safely tucked away from the Thorn's reach.*\n\n\"W-well, we should keep walking and keep up with Val.\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*She sighed, grabbing Theron by the sleeve and bringing him close as she started walking. She honestly didn't care about how close he was to her anymore. If she liked it, she won't get embarrassed. Easy! \n\nAt this point he shoulder may meet her shoulder as she followed along with Val*\n\n\"Come on now, no time for being embarrassed. It's fine. I was also really scared of horses, probably to the point that it was a phobia. Plus, no one is ever perfect. I'm not perfect either. There was the Giant Bat Incident... The Ferry Incident... Oh and the Quest incident!\"\n\n*She said, with a supportive smile, still hanging onto his sleeve. Her hand randomly met his as... She just kept walking, accounting for the movement of the horse and maintaining her control over it*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron smiled to himself, being rather happy with how she didn't start teasing him over it. Of course he shouldn't have been, since he had never rode one before... But he didn't quite get why he was. Although, he would now find himself rather surprised by Ein pulling him over to her side.*\n\n*What more, is that she was now holding his hand. He didn't really need to be held, it wasn't that dark out and even if it was he had dark-vision. Theron felt okay with it though, holding her hand a bit tighter. If she wanted to just hold hands for whatever reason, he guessed that it was okay...*\n\n\"Since I'm having some trouble with horses, mind telling me some tips on how you learned to ride them?\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*She thought to herself, releasing her hand from Theron*\n\n\"Horses can sense your fear... Kind of. Just act calm and just ride it like you would sit on a chair. Also, you should have some stirrups to control the horse. When you use those, you don't want to aggressively pull otherwise the horse will throw you off!\"\n\n*She said, looking directly at him, blushing a teensy bit. Eye contact was just a bit too much for her for now. But she takes it very slowly*\n\n\"Sorry, talked too much. The horse is very loyal. Treat it with respect and remain calm, the horse will treat you with respect and stay calm\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron slowly nodded as he watched her. He'd brush his face once, just incase something was on it.. Cause it seemed that was a possibility.*\n\n\"Thank you. We can try out your guide when we get somewhere safer... But this has reminded me about when we first met out by the ferry. If you remember, you approached me like you'd just seen a mug of ale... *Yes, I still remember that time at the tavern...* And it'd be nice to know why, after all this time, you did that.\"\n\n*Theron looked expectantly at her, since this was a question he had for quite some time. That was such an odd time for him, the first time they met...*\n\n`he's still wearing the hood btw.`" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"Hmmm... Well, I was quite interested in... A person who would openly wear a wolfman hood in public. You see, that's quite a suspicious thing so I, the always careful Ein, will investigate like the curious fox I am.\"\n\n*She said with a soft giggle. It was true she was just curious* \n\n\"It's simply curiosity grabbing me.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Well I suppose that curious nature somehow saved your life, then. That quest could have been the end of you if... What was it you said? Wolf man? If your little wolf here, didn't find you.\"\n\n*Theron continued walking, watching Ein with a smile slowly growing upon his face. These times were good, and he enjoyed them... He didn't want to focus on the dark things around him as of now. That stress should come later.*\n\n\"So, what sort of debt does that put you in?\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"Well I'd make the joke that I'd have to marry you for saving my life and preventing any future possibilities of my quick death... But that's getting pretty old so... Maybe how about this\"\n\n*She said, turning her self to face Theron, before giving a slightly prolonged kiss... Not just any kiss! Her first kiss to the lips. Maybe after a few seconds, she pulled herself back, quite red and... Embarrassed*\n\n\"I hope... My first was enough to pay back even an amount of the debt I owe you. I won't be surprised if... It is a life long debt\"\n\n*She said, sheepishly fiddling with her hair, still red. She was probably thinking about how stupid that was and how he was just going to abandon her*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Well... Theron was not quite expecting for her to just do that. He was caught off-guard, most definitely. He had broken into a deep blush, watching her and almost forgetting to keep pace with Valmir and his horse.*\n\n\"W-well... That is... Quite the expression, for making up for... Uhm... A debt.\"\n\n*Theron could feel his heart beat rise, and did his best to collect his thoughts. This wasn't bad... She was a good person, and he didn't really know anyone better. This was good.*\n\n\"... I'll accept that, then.\"\n\n*So, with that, little Theron rubbed up against her... Not quite tall enough to lay his head on her shoulder. Without the ability to do so, he just cuddled against her arm. In addition, he'd go for holding her hand again... His hand drifting along her forearm and aiming to do so.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*She physically twitched as she felt his hand move up her arm. What a strange situation. Her forearm was pretty comfy. She was wearing what is basically a shirt made of your grandmother's quilts. \n\nShe herself just... Kept walking, having that obvious beet red blush, which seems to appear every time she does something new. He probably can see this as... Well... He has night vision and she does not. \n\nFun fact, she is extremely ticklish*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"I'd like to know if that's the sort of custom your family is based off of... Do they all kiss someone their indebted too? Or am I special case?... Forgive me for being curious, but I learned it from someone I've become rather fond of.\"\n\n*Of course, Theron was being a little too smug. He usually avoids certain attitudes, but something like shaking him with a sudden kiss drew it out of him. Quite happy with himself and what had taken place, he watched her face with interest... This lighter shade of red looked nice on her.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"It's... A special case... I guess... I-It's- I mean a w-woman's first kiss in our family... Is v-very important... We'd do a large feast with the town to celebrate it... I just felt that... Since it's so important, it's like my life. You saved me in my first near death so I'll give you something that would only be reserved to the person I'd.. Want to spend my life with\"\n\n*She was hinting at some things. It seems that firsts of anything were important in their family. A feast wasn't easy when you needed to pay taxes.\n\nBut it seems she started shakily and recovered, not being able to look at Theron in fear of a smug face staring back at her. \n\nShe was definitely hinting at some things in her sentence*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron had continued to cuddle with her side/arm, so he guessed that she was somewhat enjoying this situation. It felt nice to listen to her say that he was special, at least to her, anyway... And listening to the last sentence made him smile to himself*\n\n\"Well, I thank you very much~. Receiving such a gift from you is all I could want... Maybe a bit more... But I don't want to sound greedy.\"\n\n*Theron would hold her arm tighter, practically hugging it. Having entwined his hand with hers, he continued walking along... It was bad of him to let his guard down this much, but he couldn't help it at the time. He could excuse himself from having a guilty pleasure once in awhile... And he could always ask to try this again, since Ein also seemed to enjoy it.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"Honestly. I felt you'd be disgusted by that. People get disgusted when people who they don't really have any romantic attraction to kisses them.\"\n\n*She said, holding his hand slightly tighter as she pulls him as close as possible. Almost to the point where he could just touch her hip and she could touch... Idk where, I'm not gonna do math.\n\nAnd yes she was obviously enjoying this, fiddling with her hair and... Still remaining that light shade of red. She wasn't a Tsundere by any means, but she really did feel embarrassed to the point she wants to slap him. But of course there was self control* \n\n\"I guess not everyone reacts the same way when a friend just kisses them\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Well... You solved the puzzle on your own then, didn't you? Why haven't I acted disgusted?\"\n\n*Theron looked up at her, , waiting for an answer. She could see his face clearly now that they were quite literally against each other... But only if she wanted to look him in the eyes, of course. He was enjoying the moment a bit too much, but he had never done these sort of things with other people. The closest he'd gotten to it was watching other people act this way in inns or occasionally in the streets.*\n\n\"What's the little wolf man thinking, Ein~.\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"I'm not good at riddles... What is the wolf man thinking? Is he hungry? Is he hot? Or is he in love. I will never know unless you tell me\"\n\n*She said, not being able to directly look him in the eye, just... Staring off to the side. Why was he enjoying such a thing? Is it because he kissed a girl?* \n\n\"I'm not good at riddles.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron sighed, she wasn't making it anymore fun... But he could stay like this for longer so it didn't quite bother him. She could say it later, he supposed, if she didn't feel like continuing it.*\n\n\"I guess I'll just make a note of that for later... You really need to use your head more, Ein~. Do you mind if we stay like this till we get to the boat? **I'd really enjoy that.**\"\n\n*Theron nuzzled against her while speaking the bolded words. He really needed this. Most of his cares about getting away from assassins and worrying about the unneeded secrecy had melted away... And all he needed to care about was clinging to the girl's side and prod at her cute naivety every now and then. It was almost euphoric to him.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*Twitch! If she had been like... A kitsune, her ears would be twitching excessively and her tail would be wagging a lot. She really liked this a lot! She felt like she was getting him to like her!* \n\n\"It's kind of like... We're a couple. And... I'd be fine if we stayed like this fore- till we get to the boat... That'd be easy\"\n\n*Staying like this to the boat would be easy... Letting go won't be so easy. Wonder what's happening in Val's mind as they are being all lovey dovey* \n\n\"I will learn to understand you more as we progress in our lives\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"How are we similar to a couple, Ein? I'd like to know~... Oh, and please do look at me while you answer. I think I may have something on my face, and that could be a problem.\" \n\n*Theron quickly spoke up once she was done speaking... Just a bit more fun before he enjoys the moment and stays cuddled against her silently. Since she decided to play coyly with the riddle, he wanted to get a good jab at her. Obviously, he looked back up at her and had his best smug grin on... With a deep blush as well, since he was enjoying the situation a bit too much.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"I don't think... Normal friends stay this close, not that I don't... Like it or anything. It's just strange...\"\n\n*She said, having looked back at him. She was beet red. An absolute red. It as if she was as embarrassed as all humans combined. Interesting. He must be enjoying this more. \n\nShe then put her forehead on his, speaking in a soft and... Honestly strangely feminine voice. This was a stark contrast to the often masculine way she speaks. Always so full of pride and blah blah. This time it sounds like she was vulnerable to only him. She was showing her true colours. She acts like a prideful person because she has to. \n\nBut in reality, she was just a very nice girl who in reality is probably the most vulnerable and emotional out of the two.*\n\n\"It's because I can do this to you... And you wouldn't slap me. I can also hold you close and you'd accept. And I can kiss you, and there wouldn't be a single strike on my body\"\n\n*She said, staring directly into his eyes... Maybe just an inch of distance between their eyes. Her forehead was touching his. If he wanted to, he could go for the kiss again.\n\nIt's as if she broke, having reached the threshold as to how long she can hold herself back from just completely confessing. It's been a week. An interesting week. A week where she met many new people and... Lost so much. But it's also a week where she met The Small Wolfman, who saved her life and protected her when she was most vulnerable.* \n\n\"But is this something that you want? Things like these are reserved for courtship and two people who love each other very much. It's because... This is what I want. I'm a lonely person. It's been like that for years, and this is the one time I actually felt a spark with someone. Maybe it was when I saw you sitting there like a godly figure when I woke up from my injuries. Or maybe back then when I was just a curious fox searching for trouble. Who knows?\"\n\n*She resigned herself back to her original position, looking down at her feet*\n\n\"I'm sorry... If I spoke too much. You can leave me if you feel uncomfortable\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron's grin would slowly fade, being replaced with a genuine smile. He was happy that it was finally coming out of her, and that it felt like the honest truth. She had a lack of confidence in it, which he didn't know why it was there, but maybe that was just how she was? Regardless, it didn't really matter... He thought he made it clear, so he guessed he had to make it even more obvious.*\n\n\"You'd be surprised how much joy your little speech gave me... For it to come straight from your heart like that. If I were to be truthful however, I'd like for you to not speak so much. At least, for now anyway... I want you to do something else for me, because you keep acting so clueless.\"\n\n*He'd do his best to stop her in her tracks, stepping in front of Ein. In the same movement, he'd wrap his arms around her neck and do his best to get to her lips... Of course, he was bit too short to do it on his own. On his tippy toes he'd just barely make it to his objective, puckered lips ready for the moment. Theron would lovingly look at her, practically begging for it... His green eyes, close to that of jade, locked to the deep purple that would cheer him up throughout his day. ~~It sucked being smaller, and having to make the move.~~*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*She was pulled down into the kiss, which she closed her eyes for, enjoying every moment. Of course, they would fall behind, but with Theron's tracking skills, they'd easily catch up.\n\nBeing only 2 inches shorter, he'd only really have just pull her a bit down. Don't worry, he'll probably grow those 2 inches before he is done his growth cycle.\n\nNow that this didn't feel like... She was repaying something, the kiss felt less than a greeting and more like... Well, a kiss. It was practically the gateway to romances that would happen between everyone! This time, she was loose and fluid, hugging him, pulling him close for a more personal kiss.\n\nOf course the horse would... Just look at them... Like a horse would. Neigh neigh mutherfookers*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron himself just shut his eyes and enjoyed the moment... Pulling her as close as he could. This was what he wanted, and he was going to enjoy it as much as he could. His heart pounded in his chest as he thought about the possibilities that were opening for the two of them, from this moment forward. He had found someone he genuinely cared for and would learn to love, just like his mother said he would when he was younger.*\n\n*He didn't really know how to kiss well, but he hoped that this wasn't a problem... A bit too frightened by the prospect of going too far and just keeping his tongue away, and at the back of his own mouth.*\n\n*~~meanwhile the horse sat there and wondered why the fmck these people just stop moving~~*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*I suppose the two remained like this before one of them pulled of. But would pull of first? Would it be EinEin from the Embarrassment... Or Theron from... The lack of kissing knowledge.\n\nEin herself wasn't sure about... How to kiss and didn't like the idea of going too far as well, preferring to keep this position. At least her breath smells nice I guess? She eats a lot of berries and mint... So her breath probably smells like mint*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron would slowly start to realize that Val's horse was getting harder and harder to hear... So reluctantly, he smooched Ein passionately one last time before pulling away. Looking deep into her eyes, he awkwardly smiled in a deep blush.*\n\n\"I-I hope you understand now... How much I want you. I don't want this to end... But we should get back to follow Val. U-uhm, we could... Continue on the boat ride to Tulpa, however... Of course, if you'd like t-to.\"\n\n*Although he insisted on going, there would be obvious hesitation. He still wanted to stay together like this with her... Laying the side of his head against her chest while his arms slid down to begin hugging her.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"Y-Yeah... We should. That's a good idea. We can... Continue whenever... Y-yeah\"\n\n*She just sounded that teensy bit awkward, being back to her ordinary, awkward, but prideful self. She probably has more pride from that smooch. \n\nAnd like that, she grabbed his hand... As if by instinct now, bringing them along, rejoining Val. How did she find her way to Val? Well, she kinda... Just felt around to find hoof prints... Unless Theron could help.\n\nShe had a deep blush as well, trying to focus herself on tracking the Val, but only being able to think about those long moments there. Cmon Ein, you can continue your smooching fest on the boat. Just keep strong!*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "`and now I'mma go sleep.`\n\n```yaml\nHow will the two do when Morwe finds out all the things they were doing as they journeyed forward to the boat? Find out next time, on Chronicle of Drase!\n```\n\n`well idk if there's much to do`\n\n`you start tho cause idk what to do after all the hardcore flirting... And they're technically still not at the docks`" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"So... Uhhh... What made... You see me that way? I'm not... Exactly the best person. I've done so much bad to the world\"\n\n*She said, holding his hand. She enjoyed this, but she was quite quite curious. Since when did he see her... Or rather want her that way?*\n\n\"Or rather, when did you want me like that... It's the first time... Anyone has seen me more than just a child.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "`sorry, a bit too overloaded right now`\n\n`I can do more tomorrow. :c`\n\n`or if you can wait a bit`" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Morwë returned to them, trodding his way down from the path ahead. He looked to the two with significant ease as the wayward chemistry lingering between them. A great bit of distance was placed between his compatriots and him. For all he feels, the harsh title of stranger lingers in him. Though he took the thought aside and thought nothing of it much longer. He returned to them with fair news.*\n\n\"I found the road out of here,\" *He said to them.* \"This path however leads through wild country, a perilous path, but one that will assure us from the dangers of the Guild. I hope the both of you can manage traversing through rugged ground?\"\n\n*Morwë veered his horse towards a dense wooded forest, blanketed by a long casting shadow.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "Finished majority of my stuff, can focus now." } ]

[ { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Katachan would be looming over a counter with her eyes set on a barrel of ale. The oriate is a giant in her own right, being almost 6'3\" Feet in height, thus making the bartender slightly nervous especially since she accidentally had a rather intense face as she continued to stare it down. It didn't help that she took her two handed mace and dropped it with a thud and sat down as well with it, drawing a few attendants eyes.* \"Could I have that whole barrel? Pretty please! I'll give you a good share of silver, I just want my drink!\" *She'd literally reach over the counter and shake the bartender, as if she was asking for a crime to be committed.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*A new man entered the inn, clothed in strange garments and... Carrying a large bag and a few books. Educated? Anyways, he seemed rather handsome for someone of his race, having a light complexion, golden hair, and blue eyes. Obviously someone who didn't go outside enough!\n\nHe sat himself at the corner of the counter, requesting for... Just a simple pint of beer... Or whatever alcohol they had. \n\nUpon closer inspection, he seemed to be wearing a belted plaid, a strange woolen tunic, some weapons, and well... A sock knife!*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*The bartender would be shook around for a good minute until he finally submitted to her demands, having one of their lads bring it up to the counter to which Katachan would then slam down at least four hundred silver for it and took a mug with her. The oriate would be slightly... Drooling and chuckling quietly to herself until she noticed the stranger who had sat himself at the edge of the corner... If he had good senses... He would sense* ***Danger.***\n\n*Katachan would stumble over to him with at least a hundred and sixty pound keg of ale and sat it down beside of him.* \"Hi friend! How do you do! I'm Katachan Husen, local blacksmith and adventurer! Would you care for a round of ale with me?\" *The bartender and other patriots would give him worrisome looks as the Oriate looked down at him with a rather gentle face and her dark blue eyes rather sparkling in the light of the tavern. She was almost like a giant puppy... A giant puppy who could break someone's spine in a solid hug.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*Flinch. He was trying very hard to not... Look at the woman. Once she acknowledged him, he turned to her with an uneasy smile... Obviously trying to think about... What to say. What can he say? He is practically paralyzed in fear* \n\n\"U-Uh hello! I'm quite well... I'm an artefact hunter.\"\n\n*He said, feeling as if he had to return the greeting. He was obviously nervous about this, not exactly wanting confrontation at the moment* \n\n\"I don't think... I should drink too much. I'm sorry\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Her mouth would drop slightly revealing several large canines that seemed rather threatening, but it was more so the tight grip that landed on his shoulder that would likely be the most fearsome thing about the situation. But it seemed that her mouth only opened slightly out of disappointment at the time as she shook him a bit... Which felt kind of rough even though she was trying to do it gently.* \"Oh come on! It's free! Even artefact hunters have to drink a little bit or they'd lose their wit about it!\"\n\n*Her voice was portraying a gentle tone as her jackal like ears dropped and she continued to 'GENTLY' shake him.* \"Please! I'll pay you if I have to! No one else will drink with me here!\" *She whined out and her grip almost felt like it could break something if it continued to maintain itself.* \"You don't even have to drink a lot, just one round! I need friends!\" *Some of the patrons were... Visibly exiting the tavern as her loud whines continued... Either for safety or to save their ears the trouble.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*He looked around, seeing patrons leave... He then sighs, simply doing this just for this stranger and... Well, the people who had to endure this.\n\nHe really didn't want her to pay for his drinks. He can more than afford his own drink... But he thought to himself, 'wait... I'm a light weight. I'm going to die.'* \n\n\"Fine, just one round. But please, keep it down... You're bothering the other patrons.\" \n\n*He said, requesting for some alcohol. He was obviously nervous. He was being held captive! What was he supposed to do?!*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Katachan would pop the cork in the tap of the keg and poured out a solid mug filled shot of ale and laid it out in front of him.* \"Oh, I'm not bothering them, they're just mad that I splattered one of their buddies 'seed container' and tossed him around a bit after he didn't treat me like a lady.\" *One of the patrons... Shuttered and more left while some mouth out prayers toward the stranger and some of the more iron-willed stayed to finish their drinks.*\n\n\"But thanks again buddy!\" *She'd pat him on the back almost knocking the wind out of him and took an ungodly gulp from her mug and filled it up even more... The oriate would be rather calm now and their whining at least stopped.* \"So, what kind of stuff are you hunting for again?\" *She spoke over to him softly with a bit of a wisp with her dialect.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*Cough cough. He was just in the middle of drinking his beverage... He took a moment to breath and... Recollect what he did in his life. He... Was born... He was raised and educated... And he was told to explore. Yikes. Boring life. \n\nHe himself had an accent. One that's not exactly commonly heard. This could be because he is the last handful of people who speak his language... And the last few people from his Ethnic group. Sad!*\n\n\"Artefact.. Hunter. I hunt artefacts to study and write books about... I'm a scholar of history\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*The oriate gave him a rather pleasing smile when she heard that he was a scholar of history, but yikes, a few of her canines were showing... Probably more signaling that he was about to be eaten if anything in his eyes.* \"Oh that's good! Hey, would you want some information on my family? It's the trade and blacksmith house of Husen.\" *She stated with a lively voice and took another gulp from her ale... Actually she didn't even come up for air this time, just downing the entire thing like it was nothing as she refilled it again.*\n\n\"Ah! Good stuff!\" *She spoke out and continued to look the man over for the time being with her pupils narrowing somewhat. The oriate would also sit back down her mace and leaned back in the chair trying to stretch out with no avail due to her height.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "\"U-Uh maybe another day! I have... To disappear. Something has come to my mind. Please excuse me\"\n\n*He said, standing up and... Running off to do something. Most likely run off so he may not die. He was rather fast too! \n\nBut anyways, I have to disappear because something large happened and kinda need to fix it*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Katachan would depart as well... Given that she scared off most of the patrons and the stranger she was speaking with.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Sauntering Into the Tavern comes a usual tavern goer, Marceline. She's pleasant In her demeanor, radiating a cheeky smile for all to see. She puts her hood town, and fixes her hair a little, so It's not tarnished from being hooded. She struts past the liveliness of this Tavern, finding It easy to Ignore a few suggestive stares from drunkards In their booths.**\n\n**She ambles to the bar, where a bartender awaits her with a greeting.** ``\"Back already? How long's It been, three hours? We saw you and that opulent man engage In a very hazardous tête-à-tête outside. I hope you showed him the what for!\"`` **Goes the Bartender as he readies a mug.**\n\n\"You saw that? The slimey bag pickpocketed me. Nearly got away with *My* Silver. Anyhow, I'll have a mug of amber please.\" **Marceline orders, as she slides the bartender one silver coin, enough to cover at least 10 drinks.**\n\n**The bartender nods, taking his coin and scurrying away to meet her demands. Marceline meanwhile, waist leaned against the bar, she seems bored, tapping the wood.**" }, { "author": "tower.jumper", "message": "*The Door to the tavern swings open, if anyone turned to look expecting the average taverngoer they would see nothing. That is because the person standing at the door is a few feet shorter than the average man, A Hill Lora Clad in Shining Armour and holding a giant war hammer slung on his shoulder.* \"Hmph\" *He grunts seeing people looking at his height, he wanders over to the bar and reaching up his arm to its full height he puts five copper pieces on the bar before scaling up a barstool to order in a gruff low voice* \"A Strong Beer.\" *He nods at the lady, acknowledging her presence.*\n\n\"Yer Strongest Drink\" *He says to the barkeep and then hefts the hammer off his shoulder and drops it onto the floor where it falls headfirst with a dull thud, he then lifts off his helmet and places it on the bar in front of him, which shows the face of a unusually good looking dwarf. Swiveling on his seat he turns to the lady* \"I haven't found a drink strong enough to cloud my mind in these lands yet.\" *He gives a small smile and his Blue eyes Twinkle a bit* \"I'd Like to find a Drink that could\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**At the sound of Thorin's hammer crashing Into the wooden floor, a few tavern goers perk up and glance at him, shaking their heads scornfully, and mouthing off to themselves, and their conversation partners.** \"Decadent little boov.\" **Goes one taverngoer.**\n\n\"Crude. Half a man.\" **Goes another.**\n\n**Marceline hears this, and she turns around, she glares at a booth housing two men, scrawny looking drunkards with 5 o clock shadows and wearinf rags. Her piercing eyes Intimidate them a spell, they turn away and remain quiet.** \"That's right, you dunces. Bugger off with your teasing.\"\n\n``Meanwhile the bartender clears his throat, addressing the Lora. \"Our strongest drink Is called Minty Menace. A liter of It Is two silver coins, and Is guaranteed to put you on your ass after one drink. Just ask Marceline here!\" Says the bartender, who goads the woman.``\n\n**Marceline turns around In time to defend herself, though she's a winsome character who often laughs with folk, even at herself. She nods.** \"Oi! That was one time, and I lost my balance.\" **She smirks down at the Lora.** \"He's right, It's a killer!\" **She warns, chugging from her mug of common amber ale.**" }, { "author": "tower.jumper", "message": "*He ignores the idiot drunks,he knows if he wanted to he could cave their foreheads in* \"I'll take that Drink, The Minty Menace\" *He takes the coppers back and places two silvers on the table* \"This Better be good, two silvers could buy me the motherload of beer\" *He says to both of them, smirking right back at Marceline. He breaks out into a smile after a few moments* \"You Seem Like an Educated Macen, not like most of the ones I've met on my travels. When It comes to haughtiness I think only Elves are better at it than you guys\" *He says lightheartedly*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "``The bartender grins ear to ear at the sight of silver being placed. He's quick to swipe It away, and then pocket It. \"Sure thing. Minty Menace coming In a few minutes! It needs some time to cure.\" He says, before leaving the two at the bar.``\n\n**Marceline chuckles at the Lora's sentiment, she smiles with him, and raises her mug.** \"Cheers mate, you flattered me.\" **Then she takes a generous scarf of It, she seems to be keen on drinking. Perhaps this Lora has found a challenge?** \"Mmm—Right then, you're probably the least boisterous Lora I've ever met. I've been to your lands before. Perhaps you lack confidence when In the presence of a... Hardly... Lora accepting environment.\"\n\n**She clears her throat.** \"Worry not, my stocky fellow. I do not discriminate, nor judge a character based on their appearance. It's all about how you present yourself! Your shining armor Is quite nice to look at.\" **Then Marceline offers the Lora a handshake, or, a more formal and respectable forearm shake.** \"I'm Marceline.\"" }, { "author": "tower.jumper", "message": "\"I am not boisterous because i found the key to talking to macen, most of my people think that extravagant displays of dominance leads to respect.I find that being silent and Menacing works much better\" *He shakes her hand heartily, his strength being much more than a standard macen, and his hands quite big for working with metal* \"You seem like a Strong drinker, would you like to have a contest?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline shakes his hand, returning an equal amount of strength, expected from a healthy young Earth Macen such as herself. She scoots her stool closer to the Lora.** \"Silent but deadly, eh? You fancy a contest? Well, *You're* The one about to drink Minty Menace, It should be a walk In the park. I'll wager 5 whole silver coins that I can last longer!\"\n\n**She holds her chin high and mighty.** \"What's your name, Lora?\"" }, { "author": "tower.jumper", "message": "\"My Name Is Thorin HeftHammer\" *He sits straight towards the bar and gets ready for those drinks* \"I Will Be Damned if a Drink Named teh minty menace lays me low\" *He smiles and waits for the drink* \"It will be worth the two silver and more if it can\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Yeah, It's of Silnarian origin. Actually called Fortis Letum.\" **Marceline says, nailing the Silnarian accent. Apparently this Macen Is more educated than previously thought!** \"Thorin Heftmammer, I'm Marceline Fortuna. I come from a land far beyond the sealine. I deserted my home to pursue a better life here. I was seventeen when I arrived.\"" }, { "author": "tower.jumper", "message": "*He nods* \"I still think Lora Drink is the strongest stuff on earth, but those elves sure can throw together a good brew\" *He stretches and cracks his knuckles* \"Are you ready?\" *He gets ready to drink some alcohol*\n\n\"Seems like a freaking great deal to me, More to drink for the winner!\" *He takes a whiff of the green stuff and his nose twitches slightly* \"Smoooooth. So how do you drink this stuff?\" *He stares into the grey stuff and looks at the green stuff* \"Do you shake the bottle or something?\" *He has never seen this drink before and quite curious about this elven brew*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "``The Bartender dips his chin, coughing. \"Uhh—You just... Drink, and drink, and drink until you get to the bottom and that green stuff? That's not just...'Green stuff', It Is ground hops, marinated In three hundred year old Mead from the most notorious Silnarian brewers. It'll get you by surprise. Tastes nasty, but It's not about that. It's about what It does to you. Gets you hammered twice as fast as the strongest Whiskey In Salvania!\"``\n\n**Marceline nearly spits out her Ale, she snorts, and coughs.** \"Ahhck!! What In blahaaahaazes?! *That's* What that Is? Blimey me!\"\n\n``The Bartender nods, and starts to walk away. \"I'll be back In a minute with yours, Marceline. I'll pray for your stomachs.\"``" }, { "author": "tower.jumper", "message": "*He smiles dangerously* \"So that is what it is, if you make it past the first part the Hops finish you off.\" *He brings the bottle closer to him, almost cradling it like a baby in his arms* \"If this does what is advertised I will have to buy more then just one of these little blighters\" *He takes a deep whiff of the distinct high proof scent* \"What did it feel like last time you took shots of this?\" *He asks her*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline shudders In her garments, she gets chills down her spine, and makes a nasty face of disapproval.** \"After one shot, I swear on everything, I felt like I was under a discombobulation spell. My world spun, I was warm, and numb, and apparently I fell right on my arse In front of the whole Tavern. They had to take deliver me to the Inn rooms while I was out.\"\n\n``From a booth behind them, hollers a man, with a pint of Mug on the table. He's a Fire Macen, with a bushy beard, and furry arms. He guffaws, having heard Marceline's recollection of the last time she tasted Minty Menace. \"Damn right! I was sitting right here when It happened. She started to cry like a baby.\" He laughs, his face strong, and masculine.``\n\n**Marceline turns around, and scowls at the man.** \"You lie! I don't remember crying. I just remember... Whining a little. Only a little! Not a farthing more!\"" }, { "author": "tower.jumper", "message": "\"So you did not make it to the green stuff at the bottom?\" *His eyes widen a bit* \"HA NOW THAT IS A CHALLENGE\" *He uncorks the liquid and gets ready to down it* \"I don't need shot glasses I am going to drink from the bottle\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline turns back to face Thoring, she's red In the face, her cheeks have turned rosy, highlighted by her fair Macen visage. She scoffs.** \"You're mistaken! I was already knackered before downing the shot. That's why I was done In after one! Watch. Here comes *My* Glass.\"\n\n``The bartender arrives, with another tall liter of Minty Menace. He presents It to Marceline, and backs away from them both. He webs his hands together, and watches meticulously at them. The man from the booth, also watches. A few other tavern goers stir up a small audience.``\n\n\"Here we are.\" **Marceline uncorks her Minty Menace, she brings the rim to her nose and takes a whiff. She pretends that It doesn't faze her senses, but In reality she would like to snort violently.** \"Cheers!!\"\n\n**In a hurry, she also begins to drink from straight out of the bottle. A colossal mistake on her end. The drink, It's a spicy taste, laden with a minty twinge that stings the gums, and burns the throat. The pain resonates In the mouth, following all the way down the esophagus and Into the stomach, where It stirs up an orchestra of bubbling. This Is what happens to Marceline.**\n\n**For Thorin, It's the same taste. A smoothe mintyness, with significant spice, and a harsh, liquory aftertaste comparable to a blend of IRL Hennessy and Jägermeister.**" }, { "author": "tower.jumper", "message": "*He sticks the bottle in his mouth,and starts chugging like crazy. His eyes snap open and his face gets a look of surprise at how strong this drink is, he gets that tingly nose feeling that you get when you drink something so strong it numbs your tongue.* \n \n *Halfway through the bottle his face starts getting limp and his eyes go googly, his hand holding up the bottle wavering so he raises the other hand to steady it and tries to make it to the \"Green stuff\"*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**For Marceline, she pays attention to nothing but the fact that she could be winning this. She doesn't chug as much as Thorin does, but she's somehow managing to stay on her feet, the bottle In her hands slowly empties, the coagulation of hops slowly glides down the bottle, to the rim, where It floats Into her mouth.**\n\n**It catches her by surprise, the sudden, bitter taste of hops plant that stains her tongue. She fails to maintain composure!** \"PSFFFTTTT!!\" **Marceline spits out the contents, and stumbles away from the bar, coughing. She's still got the bottle of Minty Menace In her hands, about half empty, she only wasted a mouthful.**\n\n``A few men laugh, a few women hide behind them, snickering.`` **Marceline crumbles to her knees, holding her throat. The Macen loses to the Lora. She's red In the face, her mind certainly falters.** \"Uhhhhhm... Not good...\"" }, { "author": "tower.jumper", "message": "*He finishes off the bottle with one last huge drink,slamming down the bottle onto the bar triumphantly* \"I WON!\" *Then his eyes droop and the alcohol hits him HARD, he falls right off the barstool limply landing like a sack of potatoes on the ground. He Lays there for a second face down* \"Ughhhh\" *He reaches one hand out for his hammer and uses it to drag himself onto one knee* \"We Battleeed Well Buddy\" *He reaches his hand out for a congratulatory handshake but misses by a foot or two and topples over against the barstool*\n\n\"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO\" *He Hollers in sheer horror and runs to her side, just to right the bottle of Minty Menace and try to keep it from spilling more. His drunken eyes well up but no tears fall* \"Such.. Such a good drink... Spilt\" *People can feel the anguish in his soul to see the drink spilled,just by looking at him. He pulls himself up with his hammer and staggers over to the bar* \"Twooo Hangover Preventerssss, or whatever you have for thaat\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "``\"You look like crap, but a victorious crap, Thorin. That whole... Contest didn't last more than a minute but I'll be damned If It wasn't entertaining. My name's Gregoire. I come from a Silnarian hops farm, that's why I knew what Minty Menace Is made out of. Baunum back there, he's my... Brother. I know I know, a Silnarian and Macen brothers? Not from the same mother. It's confusing. You're probably too drunk to even understand me.\"``" }, { "author": "tower.jumper", "message": "*He smiles drunkenly and staggers up to his feet* \"OI fellow I may be a victorious crap, but this crap here must go\" *He stumbles over to the drink and picks it up while putting his helmet on and slinging his hammer over his shoulder with his other hand* \"Tell her I said good luck!\" *He hums a tune as he stumbles out into the night and onto a road leading to his next merry adventure. Waving Goodbye to the tavern as he leaves*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "``\"Of course, of course. Safe travels. Your name will be remembered here, Thorin.\" Gregoire says, as the Lora leaves. Gregoire then begins to clean up, while his brother, Baunum the burly, tends to the bar, serving drinks, and engaging In small talk.``\n\n**Marceline Is still asleep In the backroom, which Is left open, so Gregoire can make frequent checks on his crush.**" } ]

[ { "author": "tower.jumper", "message": "\"I must be disoriented by that strong brew you got there\" *He chuckles as he swings up onto the same stool as before* \"I'll have a big plate of meat and some fresh bread to go with it.\" *He smells the noice wafting smell of meat which is his favorite type of food because it is the most filling* \"How many silvers would some of the veal and some of the stew cost?\"\n\n*He looks around the bar and slaps his face lightly to try to wake up,turning to marceline he says* \"Well hello again, need some water for that hangover? I've never had to deal with one myself, but i imagine it must hurt like hell\" *He smiles gently at her with a slight hint of pity for the girl who can't drink almost unlimited alcohol*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline turns her face, she stares at Thorin for a second but then turns away, grumbling.** \"Mehhh... I am content. Gregoire, oh he's such a gentleman, he's bringing me food. They talked about you too, they're cooking yours as we speak. I have to err, congratulate you on your victory, Lora. I thought I could maybe outlast you..\"" }, { "author": "tower.jumper", "message": "\"Please call me Thorin, or else i would have to start calling you macen!\" *He chuckles a little then becomes calm* \"So what do you do around here?\" *He asks her inquisitively* \"Perhaps an adventurer, you have the spirit of one anyway\" *He says while looking around the bar and taking in the sights of a bar in salvainia*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Right then, apologies, Thorin. My mind Is partially clouded. I just woke up!\" **She chuckles.** \"I'm an adventurer of sorts, yes. But more specifically you could call me a... Freelancer. Mercenary?...I'll do almost anything for the right price.\"" }, { "author": "tower.jumper", "message": "*His eyebrows raise at her mentioning that she is a Merc* \"I happen to be in the same line of work as you.\" *He looks at her with his icy blue eyes* \"Do you know if any jobs are available? I too will do almost anything for a good reward\"\n\n*He smiles and looks at the delicious looking food then looking up at the brothers he thanks them and gives them the money. He takes a bite of the Beef and swallows, turning to Marceline he says* \"This is really quite delicious. But If you want a companion to travel to Mirgov with? I would enjoy travelling there with you, if you like.\" *He takes a taste of stew and then another and swallows, you can see how much he enjoys it by the way he is eating and by the look on his face*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline Is content with her crisps and apples. She crunchesn Into said apple, and sips her water, and enjoys her crisps. She nods at Thorin.** \"Mmmh. Perhaps we'd make a dynamic duo on the way then, hmm? Both of us get paid. That would be just jolly, wouldn't It?\" **She says, going In for another bite of an apple.**\n\n``Baunum goes to another side of the bar to serve patrons. Gregoire stays for a moment. \"If there's anything else we can help you with, let us know. You let me know, Marcie.\" Gregoire says with a wink, before he too saunters off to tend to the bar.``" }, { "author": "tower.jumper", "message": "*He takes another bite of the nice beef and a sip of stew* \"Dynamic Duo Eh?\" *He grins* \"Sounds Like a plan to me, I get to do a job not alone and I get paid. When Do we plan to leave boss?\" *He laughs heartily,and smiles* \"Or are we partners in adventure?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Oh come now, you're not beneath me. You'd be my partner of course! And we should depart In the morn. Let's just enjoy our food.\" **Marceline says, a hint of weariness In her voice from waking up.**" }, { "author": "tower.jumper", "message": "\"Alright Partner\" *He turns to his food and starts tucking in*" } ]

[ { "author": "Celaena", "message": "A young, elven woman opens the door to the tavern, and hesitantly enters. She peers around the room, keeping her hand on the sheath of the longsword upon her waist, as she cautiously makes her way into the tavern, taking the sword (sheath and all) off of her belt, as she simply sits against the wall, resting the sword upon her lap." }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "*A young chocolate woman who seem to have a cat like walks up to you. She had to daggers on her back. A vibe that brighten up the room.She gives you a Chester smile*\"How you doing?\"" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*The woman seems to wait a moment, as though she wasn't sure it was her being addressed. When she realized that the woman __was__ talking to her, she quickly snapped her head up to look at her, her hazel eyes glimmering, with an apologetic expression.* \"S-sorry! I hadn't realized that it was me you were talking to.\" *She then got to answering the question.* \"Oh- and I'm, uh, fine... I guess.\"" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "*Sugar is 5'5,so she goes up and pat her head like a child while grabbing a chair to sit by her.*\"Yes,I was talking to you.You know its dangerous to have your heads in the clouds,right.Someone can slip something to you.You wouldn't know it little girl.\"" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*She seems a little on edge, gripping the sheath of her sword tightly in her lap, but not making any potentially threatening motions otherwise.* \"I-I won't stay long... I just wanted someplace to sit down for a moment...\"" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "*She stops petting her head and laughs at her nervous in her voice*\"Oh my,did I make you feel on edge or something.I seem to do that a lot to people for some reason only known to whoever watching us. Hey,ever wanted to see the undead.\"" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*The term 'undead' seems to have set off the woman, as her head snaps to face her.* \"D-Did you say undead? Like- like vampires?\" *Her expression doesn't seem like that of disgust, but more of concern.*" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "\"Don't worry, what I learned form years my dead but still sexy husband Johnny. That Vampires are like any other magical creature cause they can died again like when they first got turned or is it born. I never read much about them.Either way,they still can be killed.\"" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*She seems slightly upset about that.* \"I-I *Know* They can be killed... I don't *Want* Them to be killed, I want them to be...\" *She seems to trail off, not daring to finish her sentence. She instead simply plants her gaze on her lap, clenching the sword's sheath much tighter now.*" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "*She tap her fingers.*\"Now,your true colors have been shown. Trust me,I will not judge what you are gonna say.\" *She still has a smile.*\"It's okay, too finish that sentence.Everyone got opinions on these things.Now, you were at I want them to be...\"*She said I want to be in long pause and has the crazy looks in her eyes*" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*Her hands start shaking, possibly from clenching the sheath so hard. She keeps her gaze planted firmly on her lap, not saying another word. She's seemed to lock herself up, fighting an inner battle with herself, and losing both sides. She finally manages to let out a single word.* \"Helped...\"" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "\"Helped... You know living long is not a sickness.Its a way of life. You need some balance. Vampires are kinda of a perfect balance and also make great friends,since they aren't going to die in a thousand year.Unless,you know other things get to them first.Man, do you need a drink cause I need one,so bad right now.\"" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*She shakes her head, remaining silent, as though she's ran out of words to say. She keeps her eyes planted on her lap, and wipes her eye with her thumb, before returning her grip to her sword's sheath.*" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "*Sugar hopes and goes get a drink. She gets two drinks and returns back to that girl. She takes a sit.\"You want to hear a poem.It goes something like this.\"*She starts to sing*\"There's once was a cat who love a mouse. Though,the mouse family didn't really approve. So, one day mouse came with a job that his family ask him to do. The cat helps out,but it was a trap. A mouth trap. That took out her lover the mouse,so she went to find other mice and ate them one by one. Taking out the whole mice family.\"*She takes a sip of her drink and gae the second one to the girl*\"Here's a drink. I got you something close to water I think,but what do I know.Hey,what's your name?\"" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*She releases her grip on her sword's sheath, and takes the drink, though doesn't drink from it.* \"I... I'm Celaena... Celaena of Hovia...\" *She releases her other hand, and shakily extended it towards Sugar.* \"N... Nice to meet you...\" *She looks up at her, her eyes shimmering, almost tearing up.*" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "\"My name is Sugar as you can already see. I might be messed up in the head,but hey do you want to cry in my chest.This big boobs used to comfort alot of people.\"" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*She withdraws her hand, looking back down, and uttering,* \"N-No thanks... I... Um... I'm good...\" *She returns her withdrawn hand to gripping her sword's sheath.*" }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "Elowen, as always, has found her way into an inn, dressed in her decently made garments, which was a nice combination of brown, grey, more grey, and a faded blue grey. It complemented her nice body form, looking just that bit attractive. Just a bit. Not sure about how many people like red heads with purple eyes. Sometimes people really just likes white hair and red eyes! Those people also usually like children... Sooooooo. Lets not go there. \n\nShe also has a leather side bag, which hung opposite of her sword, which sad inside of a frog scabbard! Y'know those open scabbards, which isn't covered by wood or smthing? Those ones. Her sword was pretty! Brass hilt, wooden grip, and a nice shiny blade. It doesn't look used at all, in fact, it doesn't even look touched! Interesting. \n\nShe sat down, instinctively, at a table near a corner, which happened to be next to Sugar and Celæna. She sat with her left leg down, her right leg laying on top of it as... She ordered a pint of nice beer. Nice beer! Nice! Anyways, enough exposition, you may now start." }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "\"What up newcome and may I say I like your hair and body.\"*Sugar just wink at her.*" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*Celaena doesn't seem to notice Elowen's arrival; her gaze is too focused on her lap. Either something very interesting is happening in her lap, or she's feeling down. Her sword rests in its sheath, laying on her lap, as both her hands are gripped upon it tightly. She has a drink of some indeterminate variety sitting beside her, looking still completely full, or at least almost full. Her features easily give her away as being Elven, seeming to be a High Elf.*" }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "\"That's a strange way to say hello. Anyways, hello, person. How do you do?\"\n\nShe asked, leaning back into her chair, grasping her newly poured beer. This is special! First beer of the week. She drank it, holding it by the actual cup, rather than the hand holdy bit. She savoured the beer, making a soft, rather cute noise as she took one sip.\n\nShe seemed relax, though, she did feel somewhat uneasy with this person. The only people who would say that are perverts and... Hormone high men. She thinks at least. She remembers boys two years ago making lewd comments about her. She honestly hated those years. \n\nShe obviously had some stories. What kind of person carries such a specific set of equipment? Most definitely an adventurer! What kind of normal person has a sword?" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "\"Well,I like what I see and got no shame in telling it. You fine sweet piece of elf. Meow. My name is Sugar.\"" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*Celaena finally snaps out of her trance, looking up at the new person.* \"O-*Ohmigosh*, sorry, I hadn't noticed you... I'm C-Celaena...\" *She extends a hand toward Elowen, for a handshake.* \"Pleasure to meet you... Missus...?\" *She uses her other hand to wipe her eyes. Though she tries to make it look like she's rubbing something out of her eyes, it's clear to anyone who paid enough attention that she's close to crying.*" }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "She was very good at noticing things, but experience says she shouldn't talk about it. She has the notion of well, people cry if you mention they are crying. That is bad. So she decided to ignore it. She shook Calæna's hand, Elowen's hand being soft and warm. Definitely taken cared of. \n\nShe had to lean herself towards Calæna to do this, Sugar unable to see UNDER her clothing. That's good for Elowen. Less pretty sights for pervy Sugar. She didn't like... Having to well... Relive those days. Guys are disgusting honestly. She doesn't hate them, but she just... Finds them annoying when they get too pushy. \n\nShe had a strong grip, gripping Celæna's hand with power. Not painful, rather, she was just making a respectful statement that she was able to protect herself. At least she thinks that is. After years and years of living in such a culturally different place, she has started to assimilate. A lot can be told by how a person shakes your hand.\n\n\"The name is Elowen, yours?\"\n\nShe asked, having a... Sweeter voice in comparison to when she talked to Sugar. This person was safer. She liked this person more. She didn't make comments about her body, nor did she make any strange... Moves on her." }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*Celaena's handshake was gentle. It would be clear for a handshake enthusiast that she was capable of putting more force into it, but she seemed to be holding back for one reason or another. Her hand had the tell-tale callouses of someone who practices swordplay, or at least dabbles in it.* \"I... I'm Celaena... It's a pleasure to meet you...\"" }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "I see, she is now \"Elowen the Handshake Enthusiast!\" Anyways, since she wasn't taught how to detect these, rather, she was taught how to show that she was what she was, she would just suspect that she just didn't have a good grip. She didn't really care about the callouses, feeling that it was simply normal to have callouses. She didn't see herself as normal. And not the good kind of special either.\n\n\"Nice sword, practice it a lot?\"\n\nShe asked, pointing to the sword, retracting from the girl's hand. Ah yes, another person who uses swords. She knew she wasn't alone, as she was fearing that she eas the only girl who did this kind of stuff... Though, she remembers seeing that there was a girl who recently left the village... Elize something? She honestly doesn't know. She left just a few days after." }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*She looks down at the sword in her lap, picking it up with both hands.* \"Yes, I... I practice every day. Though, I've no real sense of how good I am, as I don't really get into a lot of fights; it's more for self defense, you see.\" *Anyone with an eye for enchantments could tell that this is no common sword. Despite it's mundane appearance as a normal sword, it'd be clear to anyone with any sort of enchantment experience, or simply magical sense to tell that it must've costed a relative fortune. Now why anyone would need such an expensive sword purely for 'self defense' is a mystery.*" }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "Elo's sword is special as well. Though, with it's enchantments, it would make sense as to why it was still so pristine. But of course, it was quite a special sword. Though, if she focused on the sword, it looks like it was more silver than steel in the dark. It definitely wasn't silver, rather... Something happening.\n\nShe didn't notice the sword's special-ness, but she drew her sword, showing it to the girl. The wood was a beautiful ash, which was oiled to absolute perfection. The hilt and pommel was a polished brass, which looked almost white from all the polishing, being clearly engraved and inlayed with Nordic Gold (which isn't real gold). The blade itself wasn't much of a blade, rather, a long pointy 4 corner stick! Shiny and Sharp non-theless." }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*Celaena looks over the sword, with mild interest. She looks back to Elowen herself, her eyes shining with a glint of curiosity.* \"Do... Do you practice?\" *She looks back down to her own sword.* \"B... Because I'd love if you were able to... Show me some moves... Maybe... B-but if not, that's okay too.\"" }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "She thought to herself. Her sword... Was quite a dangerous object. If she accidentally miss steps, she could plunge it straight through her partner. That would be a depressing day for her! But she agrees anyways. She just has to be really careful then.\n\n\"I have no reason to hide my arts. If I expect others to teach me, I will expect myself to teach others.\"\n\nShe said, placing it back into it's scabbard with a nice sshhhhhhhhk. No shing. This wasn't Hollywood! This has to be realistic. Though, she was planning to get a longsword... Longswords are cool to her, and she needs something with just a bit more reach" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*Her expression lights up, similarly to the expression that a child makes when their parents say they get one more hour to play with their friends.* \"S-so you'll teach me? I- Would you like to train now? O-Or later sometime?\" *To say that she seems excited would be a little bit of an understatement. Her hands, clutching her sword by the scabbard, were shaking.*" }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "She didn't have any protests to make. She just has to be extra careful. She was an accomplished swordswoman after all, having at least 15 years in experience! Great! Nothing to stop her from teaching the girl at least something. \n\nShe gave her a thumbs up in reassurance that she would teach her what she needed to know. \n\n\"Don't worry, I'll teach you. I just need my relax time from travelling for so long\"" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "*Sugar gets out of her daze. She left up her hands.*\"I am out of my day dream with some random person. I don't know.What about teaching. I could teach you things. Like how to fit in a box. \"" } ]

[ { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*It seems Celaena's enthusiasm was just a thin layer overtop her exhaustion.* \"I... Should probably rest a while too... I've also been traveling a while...\" *Her hands are still trembling, though she'd released her grip on her sword.*" }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "Ah yes, she returned to sitting back into her chair, enjoying her mug of alcohol. She wasn't much of light weight, but if you challenged her to a drinking competition, she wouldn't come on top. She nodded to Celæna in understanding, having too experienced such feeling" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*Celaena rested her hands in her lap, not quite knowing what to do next. Everyone fears the post-conversation awkward silence, and she was no exception. She took the time to look around the tavern, taking in its atmosphere, and generally just looking for the least awkward place to plant her gaze.*" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "*Sugar seems that she saved the day.She said in a cheerful voice and gets on top of the table.*\"Have y'all ever jump on a someone head.Wrapping your leg around their neck. While add pressure to bringing them down as you punch.That move is so useful when you are disarmed.\"\n\n*Sugar flip off the table.*\"Well,Ladies.I have to go.I am trying to buy castle and y'all don't have the money to give me.\"*She starts to walkaway*" }, { "author": "Leon. L", "message": "Leon has arrived! But late it seems, unbeknownst to him and them of course. The young Macen grabs a seat near the gang and sits down. His eyes search the tavern, observing its design and attendance. He asks the waiter for a simple water to start off the night. He doesn't plan on getting drunk, unlike some of the other men there." } ]

[ { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "The woman, of course, would notice the new commer. She grinned at him for an unknown reason, returning her focus back onto her drink, producing a book while she... Swirled her cup! It was a leather bound book, which in it's hay day looked very much like a high quality book. Now, it was faded, paper was old and wavy, while some sticked out, falling out of the book. It was extremely well used, probably having at least 3 years put onto it. It was written on with pink ink. She probably loves pink. Typical! What isn't typical, is everything is written in different languages. There is the beautiful linked writing of the dying language if Eísauen, and to contrast, a strong and hardy writing system for Einerfin. Little does the group know, is she made up the writing for Einerfin, not being able to write what they wrote! \n\nBut for the new man, he would probably see the other two, being Sugar and Celæna. Eventually resting his eyes on Elowen herself after he surveyed the tavern. She was quite an attractive woman indeed. She had beautiful crimson red hair, which was tied into a neat pony tail, having some tufts of hair hanging from the sides. She had rich purple eyes, which were almost glassy, reflecting everything she saw! She was quite pale, which was excessively strange as she was a traveller, finding herself in scorching deserts, and equally as bright mountains! She wore brown , grey, and grey clothing. It contained a nice padded shirt, a tail coat, and an ascot tie! Pretty! She also had some nice trousers, which were topped off by some jack boots. Probably expensive! \n\nNow as he continued down her body, she had a sword.\n\nA pretty sword! Polished brass hilt, which almost looked white under the light. Continuing down the chain, he would notice an oiled and waxed ash handle, and a beautiful steel blade, shiny to all hell, and of course, sharp! At least only the tip. It was a stabbing sword of course! \n\n\"Ahhhhh been a while since I had Salvainian ale!\"\n\nShe said, gulping it all down, ordering another serving! She was going to get drunk by the end if this, and it wasn't going to be the best for her. But oh well! She was getting flustered, her cheeks rosy as she slowly fell into the hole of drunkness and pure enjoyment" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*Celaena allows her hazel eyes to drift to the book Elowen had, taking a short — but not too short — glance at its contents. She brushes some of her long, brown hair out of her eyes, of which she has a lot of (a lot of hair, not eyes). She takes a sip out of her own drink, before asking a question:* \"Are you bi...\" *She cuts herself off, realizing it may be considered nosy, prying into her privacy in such a way as to read her journal, but then she realizes it'd be even more awkward if she just left it off as she did.* \"B-Bilingual? I- erm, noticed you had... Some um...\" *She trails off once again, thinking over — and certainly overexaggerating — this social hole she's dug herself into.*" }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "\"I'd like to see myself as polyglot, but in basic terms, yes, I am technically a bilingual\"\n\nShe said, taking a glance at the girl. She wasn't completely right, but there wasn't anything wrong with what she said. She had some accuracy with what she said. But yes, she was able to speak a plethora of languages! English, Eísauen, Einerfin, and Mentian! She was quite a special woman. Not many can read, much more know 4 languages! \n\nShe honestly didn't notice, or maybe she did notice, but she didn't really care, about how awkward she was acting. She didn't see a reason to point it out, but this girl was going to need to toughen up if she was going to face the real world. Men like weak girls Ferret thinks." }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*She seemed relieved about Elowen seeming to not notice — or not care — about her awkward behavior, and atop that, seemed to be impressed.* \"To know swordplay, as well as two languages... That takes impressive dedication... I practice both, and I still make mistakes in *Both*.\" *She seemed to force an awkward chuckle at her own attempt at self-depreciating humor. It also seemed apparent that she didn't quite know what the word polyglot meant — or at least not enough to respond to it.*" }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "\"Don't be too harsh on yourself. That isn't how to learn. That is just punishment and it will teach your body to quit. Encouragement will force you to do better and better\"\n\nShe said, obviously having some experience in this. She honestly didn't. It was an Eísauen saying when a child was feeling sad and depressed after failing at their Military testing. Of course, Elowen remembered who this was. It was of course, that girl who left the village to explore! The saying is as follows in the original language: \n\n``Níl'd án mórsibh o-sibhfein. Án níl síbh gaílgh. Bheínidhmein o'bhelidh sidh. Enáenidh idír gaílgh```\n\nA strange language indeed, but it did get the point across! It wasn't simple... A lot of everything is context related... So that took Elowen a good part of her life" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*She responds, looking both a little more hopeful, but also a touch apologetic.* \"That's... That's a good lesson to learn...\" *She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes for a short moment, before opening them again.* \"I only hope one day I could be as talented and wise as you prove yourself to be...\" *She catches herself, hesitating a moment, before correcting herself:* \"N-no, I *Will* Be as talented and wise as you... I... Erm... Just have to work hard at it...\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "~~pray and then hit ctrl+z a few times~~" }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "She thought to herself, thinking that she will get there any moment. But honestly, she was just flat out drunk at this point. Well, she was pretty normal when she is drunk, but she kinda can't walk well... Or write well. Better not ruin her book! Away that book goes and another order of alcohol she gets. \n\nShe was determined to drink a lot to day. Or at least... A decent amount of alcohol. Decent being completely excessive" }, { "author": "Leon. L", "message": "Leon scans the room, making sure he surveys everyone individually. The reason being he wants to know who's most likely to start a drunk fight, who's most likely to keep their composure, and who's most likely to visit his shop if he asks. He's been working in the relatively new place nonstop, taking 48 hour shifts sometimes. That's what led him here; the need for a break. Undoubtedly, he notices the two woman at the table. Both attractive, but one looks like they're determined to get drunk. Then again, they look like interesting company. And he has yet to make some acquaintances in Salvainia. He stands from his table and walks to theirs with his water, sitting down in a chair and starting off with a simple \"Hello ladies. I hope I'm not disturbing.\"" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*Celaena takes a sip from her drink as well. She was pretty sure it was non-alcoholic, but then she began to feel the tell-tale signs of drunkenness — dulled senses, significant reduce in anxiety, inability to use her hands quite as well, but hey, at least her hands weren't shaking anymore. She did, however, think it wise to set down the drink, and likely not touch it again. As Leon approaches them, she responds with,* \"No, not disturbing at all, feel free to uh, join us — so long as it's fine with... Um...\" *She snaps her fingers — or at least tries to, with little success. She seems to be trying to remember Elowen's name.* \"I... I know it started with an E...\" *She struggles to try to remember.*" }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "She stared at the new commer more directly now. She was leaned more into her chair, having a more excessively relaxed pose as he approached. Though, the hand not holding her pint of beer was rested on her sword, which was sitting in it's scabbard. If anything, she was prepared for just about anything! \n\nShe shook her head to the man as he approached. Totally not interrupting anything. In fact, she beckoned him to sit down and join her at the table! She needed more friends. She took this as an opportunity to make friends! \n\n\"No no, you're not disturbing anything at all\"\n\nShe said, leaning forward. She reached her hand (which used to be resting on her sword) for a hand shake. Good to always introduce yourself! \n\n\"The name is Elowen, yours?\"" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*Her eyes lighten up, as she tries again (and fails again) to snap her fingers.* \"Elowen! That was it...\" *She then remembers the reason why she was trying to remember Elowen's name: the new person!* \"Oh! S-Sorry. I'm Celaena. P-Pleasure to meet you.\" *She stands up, and is suddenly reminded of the sword (in its scabbard) resting on her lap by its loud clattering onto the ground, as she stands up, extending her hand to Leon for a handshake as well.*" }, { "author": "Leon. L", "message": "\"Hi Elowen and Celaena.\" He says with a smile. Leon takes notice of Elowen's eye contact. Their eyes met when he entered the tavern, which could happen with anyone, but this time is indeed more direct. Is she being cautious? Is this something she does when she's half drunk? Either way, he doesn't give it too much thought. He's found out that he does that too often. He shakes their hands with a firm grip before watching the sword falls from Celaena's lap. He reaches over and picks it up for her from the middle, observing the design of it for a moment. He hands it back and says \"Nice sword. I'm Leon. It's nice to meet you both.\" He knows that Elowen plans to get drunk so he decides to tease her with it a bit. \"Does Celaena plan on carrying you out later on, Elowen? You don't seem like the type of girl to back down from a fight, especially with that sword of yours.\"" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "*Sugar finally leaves the place and goes on some quest*" }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "\"No no, I'm sure I'll be able to walk after this drink. I won't be needing any help to walk\"\n\nShe said, chugging down this drink. How many has she drank? 2... 3? Maybe 4! Those are a lot of drinks. Her cheeks were quite rosy and her speech was just that bit slurred. Not too much, she seemed to have all her mental stuff in check! \n\nShe decided to play with the man, since he started it. At least... She thinks he was playing with her. She doesn't know this. She stared at him for a moment then grinned. \n\n\"Would you like to test that theory, Leon?\"\n\nShe asked, placing her hand on her sword yet again. She slightly drew the sword, maybe pulling it one inch from the frog scabbard. It made a soft click sound, most likely from the blade hitting the hard parts of the scabbard." }, { "author": "Leon. L", "message": "\"That's good.\" He states after she clarifies her intrepidity. When he thinks about it, it doesn't surprise him. A woman like her is either used to getting drunk or experienced enough to tell exactly how much she can take. Still, she is loopy. Those burning cheeks and slow words don't lie. What *Does* Surprise him, however, is her challenging him with her next sentence. Here? Now? How... Exciting! Leon is slightly more on the introverted and calm side, but that peaks his interest. \n\nHe gives her a slight smirk and sits back. \"Sure. You shouldn't get ahead of yourself though.\" He orders a light wine and says \"Strike me once and I'll pay for your and your friend's drink.\" He offers as he stands up and sips his wine. He's quite the tall guy. A slim but muscular figure." }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "Elowen wasn't expecting him to take offer. She stood up, her sword, falling nice smack down into her scabbard, hanging down her left side. She raised her hand, requesting for another drink. She loves drinks! They are her favourite! \n\nBut then... She looked confused. Strike me once? She didn't mean fight him. No no no! She meant have a drink! She loves drinks. She was confused. She didn't want to fight. She made a confused sound once he finished his sentence. It wasn't so much a sound, rather, it was an exclamation!\n\n\"I thought we... Were having a drink off. Oh well, my mistake, I'll return myself back into my seat with a drink in hand\"\n\nShe said, sipping her beer with a sad sip. Saaaaaaaad sip. Pouty face. She was good at combat, but she really didn't like fighting. She just prefers to settle everything with a drink you see? She isn't a pacifist at all, but this wasn't a lifestyle for her." }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*Celaena looks somehow both relieved, and disappointed that the two didn't begin sword fighting in the middle of the tavern. She takes a sip of her drink.* \"Aww, I was hoping to see some cool fighting... Two prac'iced- prackissed- *Trained* Swor-fighters ought to be a real display...\" *Not even finished with her first glass and she's already roughly twice as affected as Elowen! She takes another sip, before setting the now emptied cup down.* \"But, I 'spose it's for the best... I wouldn't want someone to get hurt...\"" }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "\"Sorry, no fighting. I don't like drawing my sword for anything other than showing it to people. It is a dangerous object of course. Wouldn't want to get a bounty on my head for drawing it in the wrong place\"\n\nShe said, finishing her drink. She honestly didn't know what to do. She was still up for the offer of the drink battle. But... She didn't know how much her tummy could take before she would puke it all out. That's how you lose of course! She didn't want to lose anything. She was EXTREMELY competitive... Or at least she likes to see herself that way. In reality, she was quite easy to force a loss from. If you know her well enough to pull her weak spots! \n\nThat or just tickle her. She is really ticklish! Grabbing her by the hip and start moving your hand could get her to jump up and start to flail around in laughter. Her hips are really ticklish!" }, { "author": "Leon. L", "message": "He looks at Elowen a bit confused. Confused as to why she hasn't stood up yet. The sound she made serves as a small catalyst to him realizing his mistake. She doesn't want to fight... And it's clarified one she says it herself. 'Oh... Ohh.' He thinks, mentally kicking himself. Guess he got himself all worked up after being in the same position for hours on end. Some sparring wouldn't so bad right now. \"Oh! Yes, that makes more sense. My apologies love, I went ahead of myself. We can still do the drink off. \" Even though it wasn't what he was planning, he decides to do it for her. He gives Celaena a nod and a bright smile. The poor (Or great, depending on how you look at it) girl is clearly losing her composure. He sits his dumb arse down and this time orders whatever Elowen has. He orders quite a few mugs. \"It takes me quite a while to get drunk but not too long to puke so... I guess we'll see how it goes.\"" }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "She nodded, raises her hand for another drink, leaning forward to discuss the prizes and punishment for the winners and losers. She was definitely not the best at her drink, but she wasn't the worst! At least 3 drinks already down and she was still... Functioning.\n\n\"First... What does the winner get and what does the loser get?\"\n\nShe asked, having a slight wobble in how she speaks. Those 3 drinks did do a bunch on her! Lets hope she doesn't die. That would be unfortunate. Instead of dying from Vampires and Ghouls, she died from drinking too many drinks. \n\nShe then grinned, thinking to herself for a good moment and promptly shaking her head no. Nope not now. If she was going to lose, that would mean she was wasted drunk. She didn't want to do a bad thing when she was drunk." } ]

[ { "author": "Leon. L", "message": "He chuckles and declines the drinks that he ordered except for one, just for himself. Once it arrives, he gives it a light taste, noticing just how powerful the beer is. He blinks a few times as he gulps it down. Delicious! But strong, strong alcohol. He hasn't had a beer like that for quite a while. He forgot the relaxed rush he gets from such a drink, mostly because he probably wanted to. \"Smart choice. You've had quite a bit already. It wouldn't be fair.\" He states." }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "\"Fair what? Didn't you agree on the on the drink off? I'm sooooo confused now, but that could just be the alcohol messing with me\"\n\nShe whined, staring longingly into her half empty mug of beer. But oh well. Who cares? If no one is going to duel her in the arts of drinking, she'll chug her mug anyways. Nothing is going to stop her! At least... No one. She can still pass out, drunk, and practically... Defenseless. That would be a bad thing. She just finished her mug, not ordering another. Would be rather... Stupid to leave herself defenseless in such a harsh world!" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*Celaena looks into her mug, seeing that its empty, and realizes that's probably the universe, or some greater force telling her not to drink any more. She looks to Elowen, then to Leon, thinking for a moment.* \"Rememmer not to drink too musch. Too musch alcohol can be bad for you...\" *She seemed very affected, despite drinking less than a quarter of what Elowen had downed. She puts her head down on the table, her cheek pressed against the probably unsanitary tavern table. Her eyelids grew heavy, as the table suddenly felt surprisingly comfortable. Perhaps a quick rest what just what she needed! She closed her eyes, slowly drifting asleep, as her mouth hung slightly ajar, leaving a small pool of drool on the table.*" }, { "author": "Leon. L", "message": "\"You do have an Inn to stay at, right?\" \n\nLeon raises his eyebrows. These girls couldn't have possibly came to this tavern without a decent plan to stay safe. He doesn't want to see them, or any woman get hurt. His statement was of course produced from Celaena's passing out. The tavern, even though people have exited, is still relatively full. \n\nHe sips his beer again as he takes a look around. Eyes. Some on them, most on whatever their doing, be it arm wrestling, drinking contests and conversing. He sighs and says \"I'll probably travel back to my shop once I'm finished here. I'd invite you two but... I'm not certain your reasonable selves would agree with that.\"" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*Celaena is still passed out, her face pressed against the table.*" }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "\"Well, I wasn't expecting to drink much honestly. So no, I didn't have a plan.\"\n\nShe followed his gaze, finding herself staring at the people talking, trying to follow their conversations. You see, she has picked up this habit of listening in on people when learning what she knows.\n\nIt was somewhat a method for her to get pronunciation practice. If she didn't know how a word was Pronounced, she listened in on people. It was a good tactic! I use that in learning Deutsch! \n\nAnyways, she leaned back into her chair, returning her gaze onto the man. She moved the passed out girl's chair closer to the wall so she doesn't... Bash her facr backwards. I think most people call it falling backwards. Though, it was quite difficult to pull off a feat such as that in her position.\n\n\"Since I am a travelling person without a home, I might take you up on your offer. Though, I'm quite dubious about what you would do once we were in your grasps\"" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*After being scooted back, her head slumps forward limply, but this is enough to wake her up from her quick nap. She seems disoriented:* \"Wha- whuh? Where- oh, right, the tavern... I musta dozed off. Sorry abou' that... Where were we?\" *She wipes some of the dried drool off her face, blinking a few times to get herself fully awake.*" }, { "author": "Leon. L", "message": "The young man ponders on the thought for a second. No, not on assaulting them. That'd go against his moral code. Sad to say, others had different moral codes. It'd also tarnish his reputation as it would probably be revealed someday. His family back home would eventually hear of it and be very disappointed. \n\nInstead, he thinks of how to handle making them feel safe along with himself frankly. \"It's about a mile from here. It's a small two story structure. I'll give you the keys before we enter. You'll take Celaena to my guest room and lock the door, then you'll tell me when I can enter from the window. I'll sleep downstairs.\" He pays for his drinks. \"Sound like a plan?\"" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*Celaena rubs her eyes groggily, listening as best she can. She blinks heavily, responding with,* \"That sounds like an overly-complicated plan... What if you just... Let us into the room... And also let yourself in...?\" *Either the girl was far to naïve for this world, or the alcohol and grogginess is clouding her judgement. Or perhaps both.*" }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "She watched him think to himself for just thay one second. Totally on NOT assaulting them. Especially how it'd go against his moral code. She wouldn't know what he is thinking, but she would just nod. She honestly didn't care. She was a light sleeper and she is plenty able to protect herself, even without her sword. \n\nShe too had a very important Moral code. She also has a reputation as an investigator and well... A not evil person! No she isn't Neutral, she is pure good. She may go against the law sometimes, but it never really causes chaos for people! \n\nBut then again, who would care if she went bad? Her 4 benefactors that give her 10 silver each? Probably. Other than that, she has no family of to speak of. Sad life for her, but she makes do. No point in making yourself sad for something like this when there are more pressing matters. \n\nShe clicked her tongue, resting her legs in a more comfortable manner. Comfort was something really important to her\n\n\"Seems like a decent plan. What is the catch? No one I have met would do something like this free of charge\"\n\nShe asked, not meeting many people that are as... Well, seemingly giving as him. Of course there were her 3 mentors, but those are all! They also demanded she pay them in the end..." }, { "author": "Leon. L", "message": "The catch? He doesn't have one. Similar to them, this wasn't planned. This is all improvising at best. From a man who tries to have things run smoothly for two wondering souls. He stands and stretches a bit. \"Hm, 8 gold.\" He states jokingly. A slight grin appears on his face, showing that he's clearly entertained by his own joke. \"Just don't steal my items and we'll be just fine, Elowen.\" He looks over to Calaena. \"What a pure soul. I wish it could be that simple.\"" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*She looks around for a moment, before realizing her sword is resting in her lap. She takes it, and stands up clumsily.* \"Are we gonna go now... Or soon...?\" *She attempts to clip her sword's scabbard onto her waist, but fails repeatedly.* \"C'mon... Fingers... Work...\" *She finally manages, but realizes she put it on the wrong side of her waist than she's used to. She just sighs, and decides to leave it be for now.*" }, { "author": "Elowen Eleanor Irene Faulkner", "message": "\"I see I see. Well, I am in no position to argue with such an offer, neither is Miss Celæna.\"\n\nShe said, standing herself up. She was just slightly wobbly, but she was able to walk... Slowly at least. Doesn't look like she'll be falling over today! She seemed rather impatient about getting a proper place to rest.\n\nShe has been travelling for years and hasn't fell over on a proper bed in years too. Her feet were aching, but she had to continue, for she had a dream! The dream to learn all the languages in Ramul Ta! \n\nShe rested her arm on her sword's hilt, as to prevent it from flopping around too much. It wasn't in the best of interest to stab her new friend accidentally\n\n\"I suppose I'll join you in your shop. Don't know about Celæna though. Seems like she'll need help walking\"" }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*Celaena moves her chair out of the way, taking a couple of shaky steps in the general direction of the exit. She wobbles and stumbles, showing just how drunk that single drink has gotten her.* \"Shall we leave?\" *She says, her voice slurring heavily.*" }, { "author": "Leon. L", "message": "He nods and looks at Celaena. \"Surely.\" He carefully reaches over and takes her hand, helping her pass the tables without getting hurt or knocking something down. He gestures for the two of them to follow along as he keeps his hand connected with Celaena. \"Let's move quickly.\" He states as he holds the door open for them. They exit into the night and he leads them toward his shop. Fortunately, he can see in the dark and hear quite well, so if anything we're to come after the three of them, he'd notice it quickly. Unless it we're an enhanced crossbow or something like that. Maybe he shouldn't have left his at the shop. It's located in his room next to his bed. He didn't think he'd need it. Hell, he didn't think he'd be bringing two woman to back to his shop. \n\nAfter quite a bit of walking, he makes a left at a corner which leads them to a cottage that he uses it to sell his items. He's been collecting things ever since he was young, a few that he's gotten attached to but most he doesn't care much for now. He releases the drunk girl's hand and pulls out a small key from his pocket. It's yellow and white and the design is a strange one. It looks like the shape of a dragon. He steps to the door and slides the key in, twisting it a few times to unlock the door. He opens it and steps back, sliding his hand in his pocket for the guest room key which is similarly designed to his previous one. \"Here you go. It's on the left upstairs.\" He gesturing for them to go ahead. As the enter, if they do, he leans against the house, waiting for them to call and say they're inside." }, { "author": "Celaena", "message": "*Celaena takes the key in her hand, and holds up both her hands in the shape of the letter 'L'. She seems confused for a moment, before putting her hands down in defeat, and handing the key over to Elowen.* \"I... Think you should take this... Maybe I had a bit too musch to drink...\" *Her cheeks were quite pink, and her movements were very wobbly, confirming that she may have had too much to drink.*" } ]

[ { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Today was a good day for our little kemonomimi friend, because today was the day he had returned to Salvainia! Amsu had to travel into a forest that laid just beyond the border to retrieve herbs and other such helpful plants, so he could create some remedies and potions to assist the increasing amount of sick people he'd been getting. All of this walking however, had gotten him quite tired... To the point where he didn't really feel like walking all the way back to his cottage just yet. Instead, the neko had gone over to a nearby inn lying a few kilometers outside of the capital, to take a break and spend the night.*\n\n*Once he entered the place, he had his spirits lifted slightly. The view of a small crowd of strangers sitting at each table gave him hopes that he could find some nice food and drink before he slept for the rest of the day. Nodding to himself, he took a seat at an empty table and waited for a server or waitress to come over... At least that's what he expected to happen, since that's what would usually occur in the capital's taverns.*" }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "Kora, a woman with straight pink hair and cyan eyes, looking a little intimidating but possessing beauty, entered the tavern. Her eyes looked around to see people sitting in groups, all talking, laughing, drinking and having fun. How she wanted to have such fun, but the last few days have not given her that opportunity. She was a little tired, but she hasn't eaten in a while, her stomach rumbled and she went to sit on the table next to Amsu.\n\nAs she sat down, she looked around, one of her elbows resting on the table, while her chin rested on her hand. Her eyes spotted the curious neko, how long she had not seen anyone of that race. She moved her body a little to the side, getting closer to Amsu. She had a slightly cold and curious look, her head still resting on her hand.\n\n\"Hello.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Amsu's ears perked up as he heard the lady speak to him, which then gave him the incentive to look over at her. Looking at her eyes reminded him of his own, as his heterochromia was quite obvious... A deep amber right eye and a light cyan left eye greeting the woman. His twin tails would brush against each other as he got somewhat excited, thinking to himself about what a coincidence this was. Amsu would end up smiling as he begun to greet the lady with a little wave.*\n\n\"Hello! It's been a rather cold day, hasn't it? Coming back from the border was a somewhat polarizing thing... But how about you? You seem a bit tired.\"\n\n*The lady looked rather pretty, which was rather nice, but he put that point aside as he was just mainly here to eat and rest up ~~his feet still hurt a bit~~. Maybe she was doing the same thing? It'd be nice if she was in the mood to chat a bit... But she did seem rather tired, with her posture being rather lax. He shouldn't try and push her if she didn't wanna talk.*" }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "\"Yes, I think. I was, well... Taking care of some complicated matters. And in fact, I'm a little tired. But there is nothing that good food cannot cure. I'm Kora, It's a pleasure to meet you.\"\n\nKora got up to sit on the bench in front of Amsu, a small smile forming on her lips. Honestly, she wasn't much to socialize with anyone ahead of her, but Amsu looked like someone she could have a good conversation with, and who might be useful to her at some point. The man's eyes caught her eyes, while hers looked directly into his. In her former kingdom, there weren't many with heterochromia. The people she remembers were a lady who lived close to her, and a figure she doesn't remember very well. Anyway, it doesn't matter much." }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"That's good to hear. My name is Amsu, a pleasure to meet you! I hope your matters have been solved, so you can get some good rest. I work as a trauma healer, but I'm not equipped for most things outside of that... How about you?\"\n\n*Amsu's tails continued to wiggle back and forth against each other, until they entwined around each other and looked as if it was always just one large tail. He had seemed to have relaxed by this point, his ears drooping back against his black hair... Amsu lifting his arms up from under the table and laying them atop it instead. It was nice that he could have a little chat with someone before he'd head off to bed...*\n\n*...Oh wait, the food! He was going to eat, too! Kora also mentioned she wanted to eat, so Amsu then decided to start waving at someone who looked like a server... Doing his best to get their attention, which to his luck he did get. They would probably swing by in a bit, as he noticed they were still getting another table's order done.*" } ]

[ { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "\"Honestly, they haven't been resolved yet. Probably only fate will solve them. I don't have much of an established job. I'm a bounty hunter, a traveler, and well... *Sometimes ending some people also works.*\"\n\nKora had no intention of scaring Amsu or giving him a bad first impression of her. Sometimes, some people have no choice, like Kora. She slid the fingers of her hand through her pink hair, which resembled a cherry blossom. She then lowered the sleeves of her blouse until they fell off her shoulders, but did not reveal her. This fit had no bad intention, she really liked the sleeves to look like this. We can agree that her outfit was a little... Extravagant and revealing. But don't worry, the Oni wanted nothing to do with Amsu, just chat and a possible friendship.\n\n\"If you want you can order what you are going to eat for me too. I like everything.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Well, it somewhat showed on his face that he wasn't expecting that kind of answer. His tails even stopped moving, before slowly unraveling themselves and continuing their back and forth. He knew that a lot of people like this existed, where they survived off of harming or killing people... But it still didn't sit well with him. He did his best to reason that she was just talking about her bounty hunting job. A lot of bandits and criminals don't like to give up easy, due to their sentences being decades of jailtime or even death... So she just had to do deal out the punishment if they were not willing to go themselves.*\n\n\"... Mhm... Well... I hope those kind of things go over, uhm, smoothly. It's not my business to really say much about it... Some jobs aren't as pleasant as others. Stay safe, though, okay?\"\n\n*Amsu had gotten rather somber from that emphasis on the ending of people line, but he did his best to recover from it. It would be rather rude of him to judge someone and have them feel ostracized, due to a line of work they needed to sustain their livelihood. So he did his best to get a smile on, even if it could be labeled as half-hearted, and tried to change the subject.*\n\n\"A lot of people try to say they like everything, but it usually ends up not being that way... What do you usually have? Since I was little, believe it or not, I used to eat some of the scorpions that my family would trap outside our home!\"" }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "\"I will try. But I can't promise.\"\n\nShe smiled at him with a bit of sadness in her eyes, as she remembered of her past and of the person who used to say that to her. One of her hands relaxed on the table, One hand relaxed on the table, she had a somewhat stressful day. Her eyes looked towards his eyes, which were still a little curious for her. But then, she smiled. There was little reason for that smile. She probably needed him. Or at least someone she could talk. Seems weird, but she loved having some chats with people.\n\n\"Hm, well. I love meat. Or eggs. But! I still like everything. Scorpions are interesting, but I never experimented it.\"\n\nShe chuckled and looked back at Amsu." } ]

[ { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Amsu nodded back to Kora having been enjoying their little conversation. Other than the hiccup about bounty hunting, he liked having this chatter before resting for the evening. Once the waitress had come over, Amsu ordered for the two. Almost like it was destined, he had ordered himself some fish with spiced potatos and water. Rather cliche on the fish part, but a ancestral meal that no kitten could shake off of them was his curse. For Kora, if she decided to not order anything like she said, he just asked for pork beside eggs and bread... The drink was up to the oni, otherwise she'd just get water.*\n\n*Once the pretty lady had left after memorizing their order, Amsu looked back over at Kora. His tails had returned to entwining into one single mass, swinging side to side like a pendulum...*\n\n\"Okey dokey... Now that we have some time before they can get us our food, do you have anything you like to do? I personally like to keep myself reading or play-... Uhm... Exercise, in the field behind my home.\" \n\n*He laid his head down along his arms, looking up at Kora as he sat and waited. He continued to look relaxed, a smile still plastered on his face." }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "Kora agreed with Amsu's order for food, nodding to the waitress to signal that she would like that food. She thought about it before ordering a drink. It had been a while since she drank alcoholic beverages, so she preferred to keep the good old water. One of her hands arranged her hair, which fell over her shoulders.\n\n\"Hm... I like to, eh... That's a hard question, uh? I like to practice my skills, to fight with people, and sometimes to run and play.\"\n\nShe softly giggled at what she just had said, *\"Play and run? Really?\"*. She watched as Amsu laid his head and arms on the table, a smile forming on her lips. For her, he was a little unusual for their time. He seemed to be very happy in life, unlike Kora.\n\n\"Well, now my turn. Do you have someone you love? It can be family members, not only love interests. If you don't want to talk it's okay.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Amsu would look off to the side for a bit, breaking eye contact to think about it. Of course he loved his parents... But he didn't feel like he could face them again, after what made him leave his home. It was rather tragic to think about, and his smile was fading as he thought about it. Deciding not to damper the mood however, he looked back at the oni with his mismatched eyes and smirked.*\n\n\"Intriguing question... Of course I love my family, my mother and father dearly. I also try and devote some of my feelings to a god I was raised to praise. Other then that I do my best to keep people happy, as it's hard to go on knowing you could do something to help. Although I can't really say I've found someone dear to me that can compare... How about you?\"\n\n*His tails had unwrapped themselves during his speech, brushing against each other yet again. Amsu then straightened himself, his chin laying against his crossed arms, as his ears perked up to hear the lady's answer. This was ending up to be a rather fun day, getting to spend dinner time with a nice lady before he went to bed.*" }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "Kora looked at Amsu with a curious and a little sad look, noting that he was a little uncomfortable with the question. She sighed in a slightly sad and uncomfortable tone, it was not her intention to make him think of anything that was bad. Kora propped an elbow on the table, resting her head on her hand.\n\n\"Well... I loved people before, being honest. I still love, but it's a bit difficult. About 4 years ago, something happened to my kingdom. Not going to say the details, it would take an eternity. Anyways, I once had a brother, mother, father, two sisters. And of course, Kai, my loved one. I don't know if they are alive, but I still have them in my heart.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*He slowly nodded while listening, going back to a more neutral expression as he realized this person also had some rough patches in life. It was rather unfortunate for them, but he supposed it happened to everyone... Thankfully Kora seemed to have moved on from it. He should offer a prayer up to Bast before he went to bed, so Kora had a better chance of meeting them again.*\n\n*Some moments after their little banter, a waiter returned with their food. Their orders were handed out and a small pitcher of water for refills was given. Amsu decided that they had talked quite a bit, so he wanted to eat some of his food before going at it again... Nomming away at the fish. It didn't look really civilized, but once ate a chunk of the first fish he would offer up a few words.*\n\n\"I won't ask for too much information on your past, but I hope that you can meet your loved ones again. Four years is quite long, so I wish you luck on your eventuality!\"" }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "When the food ordered by the two arrived, Kora nodded and offered a smile to the waitress, in the form of thanks for her service. Kora started to eat for the bread, and took advantage and added the eggs to them. She seemed happy, but distant at the same time. She chewed and thought about her past, which was seen by most as sad. What it really was. Sometimes she wondered if maybe Kai and his family would be alive. She was waiting for the day to see them again. She paused for a moment, listening carefully to Amsu's words.\n\n\"Thank you. Well, four years is indeed long. I passed through so many things in those years... A thing I learned from all the things that happened to me is, that war isn't the best way solve things. And love, can change everything.\"\n\nKora offered a smile lit by the candles and lights in the tavern, which appeared to have peace and happiness. And then she continued to eat with Amsu." }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*After getting halfway through his plate, Amsu started thinking about what else to say. They've already had quite a time, so it'd be a shame to end on a low note. It was then he thought about if they had any plans. He liked them, and it would be nice if they could do some more stuff together... Recalling that they were a bounty hunter, and possibly a drifter, it might be hard to find them again.*\n\n\"I was thinking, do you live somewhere close by? I know you've said something about being a bounty hunter and taking what you can get, but do you drift around the country? I have a home in the capital, because of my work, so if you ever drop by new salvainia again... We could go on a quest or something together. If I have the time, of course..!\"\n\n*After taking another munch of potato, he looked over at the girl. His eyes were practically sparkling as he asked, having enjoyed this time spent. She had a questionable way of working, and that still somewhat stung him, but she seemed like a really nice person.*" }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "\"Well, eh... I don't have a home anymore. I just travel around, sometimes I sleep on some bench, other times I sleep leaning by a tree. It's a bit difficult. And, I would love to go on a quest with you some time.\"\n\nKora smiled at Amsu. The idea of ​​going on a quest with him was a good one, it could be good for both of them. She continued to eat until a few moments later she finished her meal, relaxing on the chair and placing her hands on her belly. Then she looked at him, her cyan eyes lit by the flames of some candles near their table. He was being good company for Kora at the time. He could see that she was happy, a small smile forming on her lips." }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*He smiled back, before finishing up his plate and wiping off his hands and mouth. This was a nice day, he thought to himself, as he got a answer he was satisfied with. He softly hummed to himself as his tails entwined with each other once more, swinging back and forth behind him.*\n\n\"I don't feel as tired as I was when I came in here, so thank you for that. I'm also delighted that we can work together in the future... Possibly tomorrow or the day after, if that's fine with you! I still have to finish up my own business, making some remedies and medicine. You've been lovely company, Kora.\"\n\n*His face had been glowing with positivity as he was preparing to go and pay for the food and room he was going to sleep in. He couldn't really remember the actual price he should put down, but he didn't have to worry if he was going to pay extra. Standing up and out of his chair, he gave a little wave to Kora before he would eventually go over to the keeper.*\n\n\"Stay safe till we can go out together, it'd be a shame if we couldn't do this more! Do you mind if I pay for the two of us this time? I technically did order both the meals... You can pay me back another time!\" *He gave a little wink as he spoke, a cheeky grin forming as he was done getting his point across.*" }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "\"You've been a lovely company too, Amsu. And we can work in the future, but first we need to finish our own business. I hope we find each other.\"\n\nShe smiled once more. It had been a while since Kora had such a good night. Amsu was really good company, and she would like to be able to thank one of these days, and she hoped they would meet again. She waved back at him, with the same smile as before on her lips.\n\n\"I will! And I don't mind, I promise I will pay it to you.\" She spoke with a giggle, and a wink at him." }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Amsu would walk away from the table in a good mood. Once leaving Kora, he would go through the process of paying for the meal and his room... Deciding to tip the waitress as well, since he felt like it. This evening shall end in his room where he would go to bed with a full stomach and happy thoughts. He had a new friend, or at least someone he considered a trustworthy person, and that was enough for him.*\n\n*Later he'll need to finish his few kilometer trip to his cottage, then work on creating the medicines he needed... Possibly spend a day or two healing. Spare time would be spent finding Kora and getting on a quest with them, like he promised. His schedule was getting a bit filled, but that was a blessing he supposed. The more he worked, the more things he could do for people, and the better he could feel about himself... Since his work would mean other people are doing fine!*" }, { "author": "bruna_mars", "message": "Kora would get up after Amsu paid for the food, looking at him again with a smile, before walking to the door and leaving the tavern. What a good night. She followed the paths that life gave her, a smile on her face as she walked in the moonlight. Thoughts came to her as she took steps toward anywhere.\n\nThe wind blew over her, making her hair fly with it. And for another night, Kora was looking for her other half, and for her dear brother. The darkness made by the trees, covering Kora with its embrace." } ]

[ { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*A strange chair, whit a different style than any other chair in the tavern was there in the corner, after having whaited a week,whaiting for someone to free himself or get free'd, he desided that it was useless to whait so long for only one person that would probably die easely agains't the demon that chair want to kill. But for now he just stand there in the corner of the tavern, whaiting for someone that at least look's strong to come in the tavern so he could hire him.*" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*A large figure would soon enter the tavern with his upper body bare with no clothing or armor revealing four muscular arms and a bulging chest. He wore a decorative armor for his lower body, the armor was decorated with beautiful red cloth that was wet and tattered even burnt alittle lessening its beauty. The man was holding a bucket that was covered on one hand, a fishing pole on the other while the top two hands were crossed, he had a big bright smile on his as he went over towards the corner of the tavern trying to stay away from people. There he sat down on this chair not even noticing that it was different more focusing on what he was going to get, he had just finished his little fishing trip and wanted a nice drink of hmmmm... Ale?*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*As soon as the man was close to chair he could hear a loud*\n \"GO AWAY FROM ME YOU INCEL!\" \n*Then chair procided to make apear soundclown wich is a 3,2 feet wide, 1,6 feet tall and 6 inches long cloud whit a clown face on it (i can provide picture), and since the man was right at chair,it imediately started to do his EXTREMEL loud and HORRIBLE screach inducing fear into the man that foolishly tried to sit on chair,tought the stranger was lucky that chair didn't just straight up put him on fire*\n`chair's mana: 105/120`" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "\"Wh- AHHHH!!!! WHO IS THIS?!? WHAT DID I DO??? I'M SORRY FOR WHAT I DID?!?\" *Ardon would shout out as he quickly stood up from the chair and summoned his glaive pointing it at the cloud thinking it was a ghost or a monster trying to attack him. From his hand sea-foam appeared and began to coalesce turning into a large 4 meter long glaive that he pointed towards the cloud, for now he didn't attack since the thing hasn't done anything to him yet aside from yelling at him. What did he do? Who does he have to get away from? He didn't mean to upset anyone if he did do anything wrong* \n```Ardon's Mana: 60/60```" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Even if the man would try to attack him soundcloud was alwredy screaching ,it would have been useless to attack him now... Now chair did something that could be impresive if you don't count the fact that he has no vocal cord that could be hurt by doing this, he started screaching louder than soundclown*\n\"TURN AROUND YA MEATBAG AND LOOK AT ME, YES I AM THE CHAIR YOU TRIED TO SIT ON WHIT YOUR STUPID FAT ARSE, IF YOU DON'T WANT TO GET BURN'T YA BETTER GO AWAY FROM ME AS FAST AS YOURE STUPID MEAT LEG CAN GO!\"\n*No hint of fear could be heard from chair's word, only anger, at the same time he has fought demons he wasn't gonna be scared by a giant meat bag whit 4 arm, and he HATED people sitting on him, for obvious reason.\"" }, { "author": "plague0886", "message": "*Ardon wasn't scared or fearful of this thing rather he was confused and even sad that he upset this chair. He didn't mean to make him angry and he never wanted to anger the chair, he would turn around to look at the chair he was sitting on looking at it with a sad and apologetic face* \"Oh Mr. Chair I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to sit on you, I just didn't know that you didn't like being sat on... Wait\" *Chair is angry cause I sat on him does that mean...* \"Do all chairs get angry Mr. Chair?!? I gotta go and say sorry to the chairs!\" *He said as he stepped away from the chair and just stared at him from a few feet away*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Since the titan technicly folowed the order of going away he didn't attack him, he also didn't want to pay the tavernkeeper for the damages caused by the fire, but him not attacking the titan didn't mean he was gonna respond to his question,he needed time to calm down and it is harder to do if the someone that angered you stares at you from a few feet away., but what he did was making soundclown disapear.*" }, { "author": "plague0886", "message": "\"Uhh hello Mr. Chair? Are you okay? Did me sitting on you hurt you at all? I can try and help but uhh I don't know if these herbs I got work on chairs.\" *He would say as he looked at the chair waving one of his arms around to see if he reacted at all. How can he even see though? He has no eyes! Or mouth wait how do chairs eat? Did he break another chair again?*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Chair staied silent, ignoring the guy that just sat on him, but still looking out for people that he could hire that won't sit on him...*" }, { "author": "plague0886", "message": "\".......I'm sorry then I'll just go\" *Ardon would just go over towards the nearest table and kneel at the chair there looking at it* \"Hello? Umm chair person would it be okay if I can sit on you please? I didn't know that chairs had feelings so I just sat on them but I want to know if you're okay with it. If not that's totally fine\" *He would say to the random chair politely*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Of course the random chair that the titan was talking to didn't respond, chair was the only chair whit those abilities,and chair wasn't gonna talk to him any time soon,wich is logic since he sat on chair,what would you do if someone sat on you... Ok wrong question but you get the point.*" }, { "author": "plague0886", "message": "\"H-Hey why aren't you talking to me? I-Is it because you saw what I did to Mr. Chair? I didn't mean it and I was sorry... I won't do it to you too. Please say something\" *He would say again to the chair his sad face worsening as he thought of trying to poke the chair but remembering the last time he touched a chair it got really angry and he didn't want that to happy again here*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Of course like last time, this chair can't speak, Chair his the only chair whit the ability speak*" }, { "author": "plague0886", "message": "*Ardon give out a sad sigh as he finally gave up not wanting to bother the chair anymore instead just sitting down on the floor near the table while placing his bucket next to him and leaning his fishing pole onto the floor. He was upset with the whole scenario with Mr. Chair but he's angry with him and doesn't want to speak so he can't apologize properly, he would stay there waiting for a waitress or someone to take his order*" }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "Momo sits at the far end of the tavern bar. He swivels around the mug of orange juice pouting all the meanwhile. *What the heck. Why didn't anyone play pranks on him today?!*\nHonestly, Momo's neighborhood never participated in Jester Day. *Who would, it's like a stupid children's thing or whatever. Maybe it would be sort of fun.* It's not like Momo was excited about it ever since he heard about people talking of the Mythical Jester. About how he grants luck to people playing pranks or being pranked... But nothing was different! No festival, no extravagant pranks, everyone kept going on about their day ignoring Momo! He even made his hair pretty today too... What kind of holiday is this?! Momo takes a chug of orange juice and slams the mug back down. He puts his head down and sighs." }, { "author": "thehumbug", "message": "*Concord sits silently at a table, waiting patiently for its food. It has a half empty mug of brown liquid, and can be seen occasionally taking sips through a slit that opens up on its throat, then closes immediately after. Its little cat, verdict, lies curled up on its lap, purring softly.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "Momo would still be brooding alone in the corner until he hears the purr of a cat? He turns to the noise and there it is. A tiny albino british shorthair cat curling itself into the lap of a tall *Zareth*. You don't see those often, especially with such a small cat. *Why are cats allowed in here?* Just then Momo had a grand idea... If no one is going to prank him, he'll prank someone else!\nMomo lifted himself off his seat, put down the mug, and awkwardly approached the table the tall Zareth sat. *Oh god it's drinking from a slit on it's throat.* Momo mentally slapped himself for being mean. \n\"Hey you! Zareth!\" Momo addressed Concord and pointed at his cat, \"Your cat's telling me something!\"" }, { "author": "thehumbug", "message": "*The Ardent looked up, its central eye doing the best it can to give a quizzical look. It picked up the little white cat and stroked it.*" }, { "author": "Concord", "message": "\"Oh? What might little Verdict be saying? I'm afraid all my previous attempts at conversing with him have been unsuccessful, I'd like to hear what is on his mind.\"" }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "*Oh god it's looking at Momo with one eye. Wait, okay Momo focus!* Momo patted his cheeks, \"Yes! Verdict! It told me that. It's name. I knew that.\" Momo put his finger to his chin, thinking. With nature's boon, Momo is actually able to understand the cat. But all the words that come to mind from the cat are *Relaxed... Calm... Why am I being held up to a stranger?* Momo couldn't work with any of these!\n\"Uhh... He's saying that there's going to be a **Grand catastrophe** That only **You** Can stop!\" Momo flicked his hair back. \"I'm a, uh, fortune teller.\"" }, { "author": "Concord", "message": "\"Really? A grand catastrophe? How awful! Did little Verdict specify exactly what sort of catastrophe it would be? Would it possibly be a... *Cat*Astrophe?\"\nThe Ardent chuckles to itself, and scratches under Verdict's chin." }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "Momo actually lost his posture and giggled. *Oh by the pantheon's Momo didn't realize it was punny. Crap, Momo needs to stop losing focus!* He clears his throat after collecting himself back into his wise fortune teller act. \"Yes, like a *Cataclysm*. Verdict says... Verdict says... That no less than a week from now, the whole **World** Will be devoid of fish! And **You!**\" Momo points a finger back directly at Concord. \"It's your responsibility to feed him well! You... You?\" Momo tilts his head, hinting at wanting to know the Zareth's name." }, { "author": "Concord", "message": "\"Concord. I am Concord. My, my, this is truly awful. How will little Verdict get his fish? He'll have no fish, won't he? Yes he will, yes he will!\"\n*As it says this, Concord tickles the cat's stomach, causing its purring to double in intensity.*\n\"Well, luckily, Verdict eats more than just fish. I suppose we'll just have to live in a fishless world... It will be hard, but we will persevere. Won't we? Won't we? Yes we will!\"" }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "Momo lowers the finger pointed at Concord, smiles and sighs with relief. Without evening introducing himself yet, Momo sits down across from Concord. He puts his elbows on the table, \"Did you know I was doing a Jester Day prank on you?\" He says admiring the cute way Concord tickles Verdict. Zareths are weirdos in a good way. \"I'm sorry, I don't know how this holiday works. You know? Or is it even a holiday? Do you do a lot of pranks? Oh right,\" Momo gestures for a handshake, \"I'm Momo. Nice to meet you Concord!\"" }, { "author": "Concord", "message": "\"I had a feeling. And I am rather new around here, I'm afraid I have never had to suffer through a Jester's Day before. It is... An interesting holiday, I will give it that. I have never pranked anyone, though I have been on the receiving end.\"\n*Concord returns the handshake.*\n\"It is good to meet you too, Momo.\"" }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "\"Damn. Well, it's not like I expected my prank to work anyway. I'm on the same boat with you buddy. I never did any Jester Day related things as a kid. It was always something we skipped over, seemed meaningless. If I was doing a joke or on the receiving end, it wouldn't last for more than a couple of seconds. What kind of pranks did people play on you?\"" }, { "author": "Concord", "message": "*Concord holds up the mug of brown liquid.*\n\"The first one I ordered was not hot chocolate. It was not the most pleasant prank. Also, someone attempted to kidnap Verdict for some reason. I smote them. They are now ash.\"" }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "\"Oh! *Oh..*\" Momo leans over to peer into the mug of brown liquid. *Huh, getting the wrong order is a cute way of doing Jester Day?* Momo suspiciously looks at Concord, \"I don't think someone kidnapping Verdict is a prank, I think it's a crime.\" He lets out a laugh thinking about Concord even making that comparison. \"Overkill to turn that thief into ash but understandable. Although did this happen during Jester Day?\"" }, { "author": "Concord", "message": "\"Oho, I got you, didn't I? I did not kill the thief after all, my friend. Consider yourself pranked! I merely gave him a stern talking to and a few raps on the head. I did have to try very hard to not crush his head into his ribcage. I'm afraid I get rather overprotective when it comes to Verdict. Yes, it did happen on Jester day. He also had a tub of glue and some feathers, and was going on about 'chickens'. I hate to think about what could have happened if I did not rescue Verdict.\"" }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "\"Wha-\" Momo gasped for a moment! \"I can't believe I fell for that!\" He began to lightly smack himself on the head with small taps. \"Ugh, the casual manner you said it and *The casual way I replied.*\" Momo felt embarrassed. Of course, someone wouldn't burn someone for stealing their cat. Actually yes they would, people are crazy like that. Although, the tub of glue and feathers part sounded very real and scary. \"If I were you I would have done more than just a stern talking to. You should've done your own Jester Day prank back on him! Pour the glue on his skin and stick on those feathers! Let him have it! Guys like that won't change with just a talk.\"" }, { "author": "Concord", "message": "\"You've never gotten a *True* Stern talking to, have you? I assure you, he will stop. He will not be looking forward to another.\"\n*Concord drains its mug and wipes at its neck with a napkin.*\n\"It truly was good talking to, and I hope our paths cross again, but I have a tab to pay and a barista to yell at.\"" }, { "author": "Momo Chabashira", "message": "As Concord and Verdict leave the table to yell at the barista, Momo thinks to himself about the abruptness of it all. He sighs, *Damn just when the conversation was getting good too.* Momo sulks there for a few seconds thinking about the conversation and Jester Day. Maybe some weird people use it as an excuse to do bad things? Before Momo he left the tab for his orange juice at the bar he'd sat at. While leaving, he was disheartened that nothing much came out of Jester Day so far. He needed more friends in this city." }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "Aldeberto would be sitting in the tavern, thinking quietly, as he looked around, glad he had taken a corner table given he was rather shy, used to being back on the farm, and only speaking to family, even if he didn't really enjoy those days. He felt a bit awkward, knowing he was trying to form a little mercenary band, and here he is sitting in a corner, trying to be as unassuming as possible. He laughed a little, shaking his head at the thought. |Great way to sell myself as a would-be Mercenary.|" }, { "author": "Isfridr Veidimadr", "message": "As if situations weren't awkward enough. Seems like a new... Well... Danger has walked in. Assuming the tavern was packed, her aura, which spanned 30ft all around her would make... The people who were unfortunate to get caught in that sphere to practically tremble in their seats. He aura felt like the physical Definition of dispair and dread. As if death has truly come for someone. \n\nThey were heavily armed as well... Their face was completely blocked by their Closed Sallet... And the large amounts of armour. They were armed with a Halberd and a Sword. Simple enough... Right? No. The person lifted up the paper. The same kind of paper that Alde sent out to gather his Mercenary buds. Either he found one... Or he is in big trouble. \n\n\"Is thare an Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel? Ah hae a meetin wi' thaim th'day in this steid .\"\n\nWhatever that person said, it sounded quite dangerous. But... At least it was a woman? Was that any better? Women can br as ferocious, if not even more ferocious than men! Alde better give himself up. For all he knows, this is a bounty hunter!" }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "Alde stood up, taking in a deep breath. |Great... What now... Did I annoy some noble with my hiring?| He thought, shifting faintly, and looked over his cuirass, he would close his eyes, beginning to use his aura of calmness in the 30 feet around him, walking over towards her, to help calm the various people inside. |What did I do wrong?| He thought.\n\nHe took in a deep breath, calming his nerves, \"That would be me, miss...? Did I do something wrong?\"\n\nInwardly, even with his calming presence he had a bad feeling about this woman, he had seen how scary they can be." }, { "author": "Isfridr Veidimadr", "message": "She sighed to herself. Was she really that scary? She had a hard time hearing him so she removed her helmet, her hair being released from the horid dark place of that helmet. Beautiful... Flowing... Golden hair... Blue eyes like the shores... Gosh. Why was she so scary? This time, it was different. She didn't care about looking good, so she didn't actually look scary. When she wasn't forcing it, she actually looked like a generic woman! \n\n\"A'm 'ere fur th' jab offer. Hud tae travel o'er th' entire land tae git 'ere.\"\n\nShe said, still sounding... Like she is speaking English? It is understandable when... Spoken... But not really read. Have fun trying to understand that!" }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "Alde raised an eyebrow. He paused, looking at her face, tilting his head as he got distracted for a moment. He shook his head, re-focusing. He nodded, understanding her to some degree, thankful he was able to understand. He smiled, and removed his helmet, running a hand through his own golden hair.\n\n\"Ah! I had thought you were here to arrest me, for annoying some noble, or something. I am sorry you had to travel so far, miss.\"\n\nHe offered his hand, slowly for a handshake." }, { "author": "Isfridr Veidimadr", "message": "She shook her head... And smiled. Yep that smile again. The smile of a psychopathic murderer that uses stale baguettes to cave someone's skull in. Yep, she had an evil smile. She didn't seem too evil since... She took off her gauntlet to shake his hand. \n\nHer hand was warm... And smooth... Smooth skin? Oh well, seemed like he had a prerry one on his side. Even if she... Had a scary look to her permanently. If anything, her angry glare could probably kill a bird. \n\n\"Na. Ah dinnae wirk fur th' kingdom guard. Yer braw\"\n\nShe said, releasing his hand. She wasn't expecting... A man to lead the party? Just kidding. She fully expected a man to lead the party. What did you expect? Merc business is dominated by men" }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "Alde would smile, blinking as he just stared at her psychopathic murder-y smile. He takes a few moments to calm himself, and re-focus again. He found it a little unnerving to see her so calmly have such an... Evil smile.\n\nHe relaxed at her touch, blinking. He took in a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, and slowly brought her hand up, and gently kissed her knuckles.\n\n\"I didn't expect to find someone so beautiful. I feel rather honored, miss... Ah, I haven't heard your name, yet.\"\n\nHe said, and would have a faint blush creeping to his cheeks, upon realizing he had kissed her hand, and still didn't know her name. |This'll be interesting... And hopefully not in a bad way.| He thought, |Though she seems... Nice?|" }, { "author": "Isfridr Veidimadr", "message": "Being accustomed to... Strange greetings such as this would... Not react any differently... Other than... Stare down at him with... Disdain and bad vibes. She literally emitted bad vibes with the looks she gave. But of course, she was just... Well, compensating for the lack of... Extraverted-ness? She was really shy in reality... Which is why she hated interactions that she didn't start. Maybe this is why she started to become scary... Push away people she doesn't want to talk to. \n\n\"Th' name is Ísfríðr Veiðimaðr 'n' yer greeting insae necessary. Ye hae awready shook mah haun.\"\n\nThere was a slight edge to her voice. But then again... She was friendly enough. She didn't slap him yet. Slapping your future employer would not be the best idea. \n\nBuuuuuut giving bad vibes is apparently a good idea?" }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "Alde looked at her, furrowing his brow, uncertainly, as he felt he did something wrong. It gnawed at his mind, as he nodded, and smiled faintly. He wondered if her being scary was some sort of way to hire herself better, and decided maybe it was jsut his shyness hitting him hard rather than her.\n\n\"A pleasure to meet you, miss Ísfríðr Veiðimaðr. I hope we'll have a good relationship.\"\n\nHis smile grew, as he felt a little more confident, able to speak to such a scary-looking figure, as Ísfríðr was. He did really hope he wouldn't regret this decision, as he wasn't even so sure of himself as it is.\n\nHe vaguely thought of writing to home, once he retired later, come nightfall, but decided he'd see where this went before he wrote to home." }, { "author": "Isfridr Veidimadr", "message": "\"Anyways. Th' jab. Shall we gie a bevvy sae we kin discuss mah term workin' fur ye?\"\n\nShe asked, practically... Walking to the table. Seems like... When she got confirmation that she wasn't straight up denied, her Aura has been lifted. Now she just... Emitted good vibes. Not the calming vibes Alde has, but just... Happy vibes. Y'know, the one you have when bathing in a waterfall and no one is staring at you in that bush approximately 30 feet away, heading 276. \n\nShe made herself at home on one of the corner tables... Getting herself a drink and... Settling her weapons on the side. She had a lot of weapons you see? A halberd... A sword... And of course, a hatchet! Looks like the hatchet had seen more use on trees than it has on people. Was that good thing or bad thing?" }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "\"Indeed, we should discuss it.\"\n\nHe agreed, and followed her, feeling his confidence growing as her Aura dissipated, deciding it was his shyness hitting him hard. He was thankful it was just himself.\n\nHe wasn't carrying his sword with him, although he did almost forget he had his Halberd resting at his former table, rushing to grab it, and quickly walking back to her.\n\nHe sat down, taking in a breath, as he smiled at her, his Aura slowly lifting. His eyes wandered to her weapons, and hoped the signs of usage on her hatchet meant she faced... Tree-enemies or something. He wasn't sure what monsters were real, and what was simply fairy-tales after all." }, { "author": "Isfridr Veidimadr", "message": "Trees were the worst enemies! They housed evil squirrel summons that jump and bite at you! Evil creatures! Wouldn't want to meet one honestly... She met some though. She was obviously skilled at taking out the squirrel summons. Wait... Those aren't squirrel summons. Those were just ordinary trees that happened to have squirrels in them. Yikes. \n\n\"Sae, whit's th' jab chief? Am ah juist suppose tae follow ye aroond or naw ta?...\"\n\nShe asked, seriously curious. She leaned forward with the question, nearly leaning her chin into the pint of beer. Then again... Trying to get on her good side would be a difficult thing to do. Would take months! But of course, there were things called TSs! But... There were people we must wait for! Like Pan... And Fizz!" }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "Alde spent a minute imagining evil trees with squirrel summons that tried to kill you. He imagined fighting one, and wished he had learned to use a fire-spell. His smile grew as large as it could imagining the evil-trees being beaten by Ísfríðr.\n\n\"I... Hadn't put much thought into that far, I figured we would... Work together, taking on jobs, so... I guess follow me?\"\n\nHe watched her lean forward, thinking on how he'd like to get to know Ísfríðr better, as he would like to know anyone else who would join on. He just hoped he wouldn't be the only man that would join the party.\n\n*Boy won't he be in for a surprise.*" }, { "author": "Isfridr Veidimadr", "message": "He was most definitely in for a suprise. 3 girls and 1 guy. That would be something any guy could want. Something that only happens in their dreams. Even better, 3 pretty girls. How could anyone not feel happy having that? Well, Alde was... Probably going to get more scared than happy with the three. They are... A strange bunch. On one hand, we have this cold tsundere, a friendly girl, and of course... Unknown. \n\nSince she was feeling quite hot under her clothes. Yeah, she was practically drowning in sweat... She kinda squirmed in her seat as she leaned back, taking a swig of hee drink. She wasn't able to drink a lot compared to other slaves, but she could drink a lot. \n\n\"Weel, whit urr ye waiting fur? Ask me questions. Isnae that suppose tae be whit a'body wid dae in th' foremaist meetin situation?\"\n\nShe asked, truly being open for questions. Any question that is. She didn't see a reason why her employer shouldn't know things about her" }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "He watched her, tilting his head. He was oblivious to the creators' humor, that he would soon be working with two other women. Granted he'll be pleased to know they're all beautiful women. He thought of things to say, tapping the table.\n\nHe watched her, drinking, and leaned back himself, deciding to order himself a drink, and massaged his head faintly. He smiled, as he thought of questions.\n\n\"Well... What are you skilled in, miss Ísfríðr Veiðimaðr? Your expertise in combat?\"\n\nHe asked, he wasn't how far he'd ask about her, though he was rather curious as it is. He decided, he'd see how it goes first off." }, { "author": "Isfridr Veidimadr", "message": "\"Weel, sin ah wis a bawherr lassie, ah hud combat experience. Hae it be bein' in th' bandit band or a fighter. Ah specialize in polearms 'n' swords if that's whit ye'r asking.\n\nI'm an' a' skilled at usin` th' loom, alterating 'n' repairing claes, foraging, 'n' shelter building. Ah hae bin trained as a navigator fur a lang time sae ah shuid an' a' be able tae uise that skill.\"\n\nShe said, practically really proud about her accomplishments. She even looked really smug about it, nearly slapping her beer over. She snapped back into reality and just... Drank her beer, returning to her ordinary self... You know, kinda scary but cute self. \n\nIf he looked around, he would be able to see her equipment in detail. They were all the highest of quality. From the cape to the boot. She also had a beautiful sword and halberd, a hatchet and dagger, a spade and flint, and of course, her bag full of goodies! She was prepared for just about anything." }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "Alde would listen, nodding, as he focused as she spoke, trying his best to understand. He was glad ~~his creator~~ he understood what she said, though he worried over how she sounded once she got drunk.\n\n\"I see, you seem to be quite the beautiful, dangerous, and capable woman. Where did you learn all that you know? I imagine they're rather proud of you.\"\n\nHis eyes wandered to her equipment, nodding, and whistled faintly, he was impressed with all she had, wondering vaguely if she was more kitted than he was." }, { "author": "Isfridr Veidimadr", "message": "She transitioned from a very... Scary but happy face to a scary and... Grim looking face... Yikes. Looks like he poked on a very VERY sour memory. The one who taught her all the things she found necessary, such as clothing stuff... Was no where to be found anymore. In other words, she was missing and going to die. \n\nHer combat trainers were also dead. So was her first love, who happened to be a lonely soldier in the fields of Salvainia. She met him when she was our foraging for foods and snacks... He thought she was an enemy from all of her equipment, attacking her. She protected herself and somehow convinced him she wasn't a threat. A friendship would follow and the two would get rather intimate (kisses and hugs only)... But that wasn't going to last was it? He died a few days later to a disease. She didn't have enough money to get a healer and had to watch him die. \n\n\"If thay wur alive, ah wid hawp they're proud o' me. Ah learned howfur tae uise mah hauns fur clothing 'n' weapons fae mah mither 'n' a lonely fighter, wha ah fun tae loue months efter. They're baith deid noo\"\n\nShe had an amusing accent, but somehow her voice made it sound... Like it was anything but amusing. Just pure dispair and sadness! No aura yet." }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "He frowned upon noting the look she had, and took in a deep breath. He felt bad about bringing that grim look to her scary, but happy face. He nodded, frowning faintly. He felt truly bad, and looked at the table, taking a drink from his mug.\n\nHe took the time to think of home, wondering how he would react when the death called upon his parents, and shook his head. He frowned further upon hearing those who taught her were dead.\n\n\"I am sorry to hear that... My apologies, miss Ísfríðr.\"\n\nHe said, though he felt like he terrible now, and thought of how to lighten the mood again. He hoped he hadn't pressed too far, too, of course. He reached over, to set a reassuring hand on her shoulder.\n\n\"Since... We'll be working together, if you ever need someone to talk to. Don't hesitate to ask me, okay?\"" }, { "author": "Isfridr Veidimadr", "message": "\"Tis braw. It happened years ago. A've gotten ower it. Dae ye hae ony mair questions fur me or naw ta?\"\n\nShe said, probably having kept those memories locked away. She seemed good at hiding her past. She took another swig of alcohol... Well more a prolonged gulp, returning back to her ordinary schedule. She was back to scary happy Ísfríðr, not scary and depressing. \n\nShe nodded to him. She acknowledged his offer. She removed probably had a lot of weight on her shoulders. Both physically and mentally. Physically because she has a lot of stuff she is wearing, and mentally because she has to live with the fact she couldn't save her lover." }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "Alde nodded, thinking. He smiled faintly, as he slowly removed his hand, and took in a deep breath. He thought of other things he wanted to ask, a few things coming to mind. He had a few coming to mind immediately. He hoped he could help her especially.\n\n\"Hm... Can you cook? Do you have... Any musical instrument skills?\"\n\nHe asked, thinking of any others, though he felt better with having given his offer of help, and truly meant to help her if he could, even if it was extremely expensive, and time-consuming process. He thought of his drums, his smile returning." }, { "author": "Isfridr Veidimadr", "message": "\"A wifie bein' unable tae cook is na langer a wifie. They're juist a jimmy wi' na boaby. 'n' aye, ah ken howfur tae speil an instrument.\"\n\nShe said, digging out her... Lil leather pouch, which seemed to hold a long cylindrical object. She took it out of course, the instrument being... A beautiful keyed fife. It had engraved brass ferrules and... Well, brass keys. They were corked, and they were absolutely perfect! It was an amazing looking instrument\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "He grinned, and chuckled faintly, at her comment, and looked at the instrument, rather impressed. He reached into his pack, taking out his drums, nodding faintly, amazed by her beautiful instrument. He'd gently run a hand along his drums, sighing softly.\n\n\"Good to hear. I can't cook to save my life. Wow, that's beautiful.\"\n\nHe joked, chuckling faintly, and took a sip of his drink, relaxing with a soft, happy, sigh. He'd stretch, relaxing more. He liked to hear people play instruments, especially if they were good at it. He grinned, and relaxed more." }, { "author": "Isfridr Veidimadr", "message": "She will never know how Aldeberto managed to fit a drum that size into his bag, but she won't... Care at all. They are massive drums after all. All they needed were music and they could all play together. Maybe they can enlist in the army as a fifer and drummer! Bad idea... Men are scary when you are the only girl around. Girls also tend to get scary when you're the only guy around. \n\n\"Aye, ah hae tae ken howfur tae cook. Tis a sort o' necessity.\" \n\nShe said, slipping the fife into her bag. Awkward silence... How will they continue? She doesn't know. She feels strange now. How will they continue? Hmmmmmm." }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "He nodded and thought of what to say, his thought swimming, as he gently ran a hand along his drums. He thought over her instrument, tapping his drum. He finally thought of something.\n\n\"Do you know any magic? Fireballs or healing, perhaps?\"\n\nHe asked, hoping to re-ignite the conversation. He hoped he could manage... Least until their third would arrive, hopefully." }, { "author": "Isfridr Veidimadr", "message": "She nodded. Yes, she knew magic. In fact... She used magic to prevent someone from moving! \n\n\"Just some sand magic... Nothing to spectacular\"\n\nShe didn't seem good at holding a conversation. Poor her." }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "He'd listen, smiling faintly. He found something to work with. He'd think, looking at his hand, nodding.\n\n\"Sand? Me too! Can you... Ensnare your opponents with it?\"\n\nHe asked, hoping to rebuild the conversation as it is. He felt his shyness continue to dissipate, as he got more confident." }, { "author": "Isfridr Veidimadr", "message": "She nodded. Simple as that. She didn't offer any commentary- wait a moment. Just the moment before. Did she speak... Normally? Strange. Wonder if it'll happen again.\n\nShe was probably feeling a bit shy around the man as... She probably didn't know what to talk about at the current moment." }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "He sighed, and took in a sip of his drink, looking at her. He had hoped to find common ground, though he noted her accent dissipated, wondering it was temporary.\n\n\"Am I... Embarrassing to be around?\"\n\nHe asked, wondering if it was about him, or something he said perhaps bothering her. He hoped he could break her out of her shell though." } ]

[ { "author": "Isfridr Veidimadr", "message": "She shook her head no. He wasn't uncomfortable to be around. She was just really confused about how he fit a drum that size into his bad. Not her fault... Completely his fault! Big MASSIVE pervert man! \n\n\"Nae tis braw. Tis feeling ferr taps aff richt noo...\"\n\nShe said, removing some layers. Good lord, she had a lot of armour on. She removed her Brigandine... The other armours... And the Gambeson... And still somehow fit it into her bag. And here was her, complaining how he could fit a drum in his bag. \n\nShe was actually quite small under her armour! She had a very petite build, and her hair was let free to just... Hang. Strangely enough, when not in armour, there was no terrifying aura. Maybe it was the armour that enables her to do something like this?" }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "He watched her remove her armor, and took in a breath. He continued to find her more, and more beautiful for the minute. He vaguely wondered how she fit her armor into her bag, not thinking of how his own didn't follow the laws of physics much.\n\n\"I... Think I understand...?\"\n\nHe didn't really, and shifted as he debated removing his armor. And he thought about that strange aura again, wondering if it was the armor or his mind playing tricks with him still." }, { "author": "Isfridr Veidimadr", "message": "Awkward silence ensued. Alde and Ida are horrible at keeping a conversation. They need something to talk about... She looked around awkwardly, sipping on her drink, leaning on her chair. \n\nIf he were to stare, she was... Absolutely flat. Well, not completely flat, but she was pretty flat. Her sword would still hang on her waist, but she just lacked armour." }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "He sighed, and continued to think, looking about, as he noted her... Flatness. He honestly didn't mind, and leaned back, thinking. He took a moment to take a drink. He tapped the table, sighing.\n\n\"So... Uh... Did you know... You're flat?\"\n\nHe blushed faintly, and looked up at her, to see her response. He imagined he would be slapped in a moment, and prepared himself mentally for it, taking off his Conquistador-esque helmet, and resting it on the table with his drums." }, { "author": "Isfridr Veidimadr", "message": "In perfect Tsundere reaction, though, she didn't have any feelings for him, she turned... Absolutely beet red, covering her chest and... Slapping him with... Half her power. Mind you, she was 8str, so you can say what kind of energy that had. \n\nShe also had tears in her eyes as she covered her chest. How indecent of him! He called her flat. Such an Insulting thing to say to your employee. \n\n\"Damn nunce. Ye'r jammy that a'm needin' a jab, eejit.\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "He'd wince, grunted from the slap. He had been stunned by the slap. He wasn't sure what to say, as he came to his senses. Alde blinked a few times, as he rubbed where he'd been slapped.\n\n\"I... Deserved that... Sorry. I-I didn't mean to offend.\"\n\nHe apologized, massaging his cheek, and winced. |Never piss her off, that's for sure!| He thought. |That absolutely hurt! Wonder how bad that'll feel if she used a weapon...| He shook his head, clearing his thoughts.\n\n\"Is there any way I might make it up to you, Ísfríðr?\"" }, { "author": "Isfridr Veidimadr", "message": "She looked away, obviously finding his apology not adequate. She was thoroughly insulted by his comment about her chest. So damn insensitive! How dare he. He will have to make up for that insult one day. \n\nShe was going to save up that favour he has to give her... Y'know, the thing that happens when you insult a girl. You owe her a bloody favour. A big favour. Maybe she'll make him pay her back in food. \n\n\"Ye owe me a favour then. A muckle favour. 'n' ye dinnae git tae comment aboot mah chest again.\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "He looked to the ground, still massaging his cheek. He nodded, sipping his drink, and glancing back to her, feeling really bad about his comment. He tried to think of what to say.\n\n\"E-er... Y-yes, of course! Anything you want!\"\n\nHe said, quickly, hoping to forget his comment. He worried about the favor. |Great... What will she want?| He wondered, tapping the table. |Coin? Food? Backrubs? Eh? Why'd I think of that?|" }, { "author": "Isfridr Veidimadr", "message": "She was most definitely insulted. She was gonna make him pay! She will make him her servant! Like... Servant Servant! \n\nShe Turned around on her chair, her equipment dropping under the table, exposing her back to the boy. \n\n\"Back rubs or Back massages please\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "He paused, watching her, as he got up, moving his chair over to her. He took in a breath, as he removed his gauntlets. He'd sit back down, gently running a hand onto her back, and began gently rubbing her back. He hoped it would be enough to repay his mistakes.\n\n\"Of course... Like this?\"\n\nHe's inexperienced, but he's trying least. His hands slowly becoming more confident in the backrub. He feels better as he works.\n\n\"I truly am sorry, Isfridor...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Yulia Pyetra Pierniki", "message": "With heavy chatter among patrons within the establishment, many took no notice to the young woman who entered. Embraced the cheerful atmosphere, she had an impassive expression plastered on her fair-skin, a lighter-shade of blonde hair neatly pulled back in a bun, gloved hands grasping a creased flyer. \n\nMuch like Ísfríðr's aura, hers spans 30 ft around her — yet contrary to the shorter woman, Yulia's gifts physical ease and reliance as if an older sister. Though her appearance gave an image of a well-inverse aristocrat, the rucksack and halberd bouncing behind her easily gave way her occupation. \n\nEyes darting around the tavern, \"Alde\" Should be around the room. While the man did give out his name, there is no brief description of his looks.. Letting out a cough, she brought the piece of paper up to her eyes to read out.\n\n \"*Aldeberte Gyldensteerne-Seedel?*\" Are you here?\"\n\nHer voice was audible enough to be heard around the crowded tavern, her eyes once more scanning the room to spot her would-be employer." }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "Aldeberto looked up, pausing the backrub, to stand up. He noted the young woman, and smiled faintly, though he had hoped for another male to join, he wasn't going to complain to another woman joining.\n\n\"That would be me, miss.\"\n\nHe said, waving his hand. His voice is audible enough to be heard, and he is rather thankful the room isn't more crowded. He isn't sure if he could shout loudly enough, if it was. |She seems rather nice.| He thought." }, { "author": "Faerydae Morgaine-AElfson", "message": "She looked at the new comer. Hmmm... Was this planned? She hopes this wasn't planned. Anyways, she practically studied this... Person. The way she spoke... Everything. What do you expect? She was raised on the grounds of 'someone nice could capture you and sell you.' That generally is true if you are dealing with back alley shady men, but not so much when you are dealing with people at the pub. \n\nYikes, a wealthy girl. She definitely didn't look cut out, but she may prove her wrong. Then again, she does have that aura that... Makes her feel somewhat complacent about being around them. Maybe that's why she felt comfortable around Alde. \n\nHe heard her call his name, tilting her head like a curious dog. Ironic, she hates dogs. He answered as well! This feels like when she appeared, but it was... Much much... More awkward. Alde even thought he was about to get killed or something! \n\n\"Hmmm? A freish mukker?\"" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "The woman didn't expect a young blond to be her employer, who looks to be around her age as well. Giving Alde a small smile in response, she crumpled the flyer within her hands as she walked towards the pair. \n\nThe young woman sitting on the swivel chair with a questioning stare caught Yulia's attention. One of her colleagues, perhaps? Despite having a delicate build, Ísfríðr's appearance made her feel quite uneasy.\n\n\"Greetings. Petra Pierniki. It is a pleasure to meet you.\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "Aldeberto smiled at the woman, and he sat back down. He took a moment to think about this new woman, seeing some wealth from her, and wondered. |Hm, maybe she's looking to hire.| He thought, a little hopeful, though he wouldn't complain if she was looking to join.\n\n\"Greets, I am Aldeberto, a pleasure miss Petre Pierniki.\"\n\nHe smiled more as he spoke, relaxing in his seat. He wondered who else might join on, though part of him hoped these two weren't going to be trouble in the same group. He decided to let Isfridor introduce herself. |This will be... Interesting.| He thought." }, { "author": "Faerydae Morgaine-AElfson", "message": "She didn't have much to contribute to anything, so she nodded to the girl, deciding to introduce herself. She guesses it's better to make more friends? How would she make friends though? She is quite... Bad at doing just that.\n\n\"Th' name's ísfríðr\"\n\nShe said, acknowledging the new comer. Wonder what she was like. Maybe she was unstable! All the cute girls seem to be unstable. Look at Ísfríðr! She... Is... Actually relatively normal... Hrmmm" }, { "author": "Yulia Pyetra Pierniki", "message": "\"You look quite cute, miss ísfríðr.\"\n\nWhile many would hesitate to talk with ísfríðr, Pyetra didn't seem too unnerved to ignore the woman. Her statement could be too strong for first impressions, a pleasant smile still on the Mentian's face.\n\nYulia Pyetra Piernikov is a young woman with good manners, and generally a nice gal. It wouldn't be too difficult for someone such as her to be your friend because of her openness. It'd be up to ísfríðr to decide if she wants her to be a friend though. \n\n*Yeah, just a pleasant girl.*\n\nDragging an unoccupied chair from a different table, she sat between ísfríðr and Alde, rucksack now off her shoulders and instead sitting neatly beside her. Now settled in, Pyetra turned her head towards Alde, head tilted to the side as she spoke.\n\n\"I saw your flyer, searching for people to join eet says? Is it true?\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "Alde smiled, and nodded, relaxing into his seat, as he shifted to return to giving ísfríðr a backrub. He wasn't sure if when he stopped, if he was supposed to return to it, so he just decided to. ~~He wants those brownie points afterall.~~\n\n\"Why, yes, actually. I hope to form a group, Monster Slayers, Mercenaries, anything that's needed really, for the coin... So long as its legal, of course.\"\n\nHe shifted his focus back to Pyetra, as his hands continued to work. He continued to relax as he spoke, slowly starting to break out of his shy, awkwardness.\n\n\"What are your skills, miss Pyetra?\"" }, { "author": "Faerydae Morgaine-AElfson", "message": "She nodded to the girl, eventually... Well... Falling asleep. You see, the combination of alcohol and back rubs makes you too comfortable. This, in turn, causes you to fall asleep. Faerydae was especially weak to this and just outright fell asleep. \n\nBetter wake her up when they are finished talking. Wouldn't want to leave one of your coworkers alone... In an inn... Defenseless... Asleep... And drunk! Completely a bad idea. \n\nAt least she wasn't snoring! She was a silent sleeper. But, it was obvious she was asleep. She was quite limp when she fell asleep. It was like the thing Ferrets have called Dead Sleep." }, { "author": "Yulia Pyetra Pierniki", "message": "*A group of mercenaries?*\n\nWhile Pyetra isn't one to fight, she possess some experience under her belt. And most of it is more used for self-defense. Not saying that she can't do an initiative, since she did get lessons from someone during her travels, it'd be more comfortable for her to remain in the middle. \n\n\"I know what could be eaten, and what is not. The difference of an edible fruit to one that easily suffocates you as it breaks down in your body.\"\n\nLeaning in on the table, an arm tucked in the crook of her elbow. Hand laying against her chin, the opposite freeing her hair from its tight bun. \n\n\"In addition, I have knowledge on herbal medicine, and a lucky fisher too.\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "Alde listened, tilting his head faintly, as he thought over what she said. He smiled faintly, with a nod. He saw the value in someone like that. He thought of the beginnings of his travels, and how he had struggled to find edible food on his journey to start up his mercenary group.\n\n\"I see, you seem quite knowledgeable. And very handy skills to have. I would be honored for you to join us, miss Pyetra.\"\n\nHe smiled, and scratched his chin, admiring her beauty. |I wonder if I'll be slapped again.| He thought. |I hope not, because that hurt the last time...|" }, { "author": "Yulia Pyetra Pierniki", "message": "Aldeberto is a very luck boy. Two blonde girls with lithe attractive figures? Both capable of taking care of you? Many would kill for such a chance! And yet this man-child managed to get one free — well, he does need to pay them. But who'd be unwilling to pay two beauties? \n\nPyetra herself got to scan her employer's looks up close. Aldeberto Gyldenstierne- Siedel, a young lad with very sharp features and hair as bright as the morning star. It's no doubt that many had fallen for Alde before. Question is, is the man single?\n\nNot that Pyetra likes the man, she's way too smart to fall for someone during first meetings. But seeing Alde care for the sleeping woman affront of him, it does give off the impression that they're a couple. Speaking off Isfrid, the woman fell asleep as soon as he started to rub her back. Perhaps he's a good massager too? \n\nLetting out an angelic chuckle, she leaned back into her chair, tucking a lock of lighter-yellow hair behind her.. Surprisingly elfish ears. \n\n\"I am grateful. Thank you for having me, kaka.\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "Aldeberto is indeed, a very, very lucky boy. Though he doesn't realize the true gift of this situation, quite yet. He takes time to speak again, slowly stopping his back-rubbing for the sleeping ísfríðr.\n\nHe looks about the tavern, wondering if there would be anyone else joining, or if this would be it for now. He then glances back between the two beautiful, lithe figures at the table with him.\n\nHe took the final sip of his drink, setting the mug down. He taps his drum absent-mindedly, for a minute, before shaking his head. |Oh right!| He thought, putting the drum back into his pack.\n\n\"I should be the one grateful, miss Pyetra.\"\n\nHe is trying to memorize their names, realizing he will need to. He hopes he'll get used to it, and noticed her ears. He paused, blinking. He's never *Actually* Met someone with Elfish ears before. He kind of wants to touch them, though he ignores the feeling for now." }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Catching him pause at the sight of her ears, she gave the man a faint smile. Many would be surprised at the shape and size, it being too peculiar for an Earth Macen to have. Even if it's simply part of the genetic lottery. *It does make her feel exotic, honestly.*\n\n\"If you do not mind me asking, but are you two lovers?\"\n\nAn important question. In the case that Pyetra does portray romantic interest in Alde, she wouldn't have to suffer the awkwardness later on. Quite horrid, considering that they're a group of three." }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "He blinks, and looks to at ísfríðr, then Pyetra. His cheeks flush with embarrassment. He hadn't imagined finding love, let alone two potential women to choose from. He begins to stutter horribly, and embarrassedly.\n\n\"I-I u-uh... Wh-what m-makes y-you th-think th-tha-at?\"\n\nHe's a little adorable embarrassed, and his reddening cheeks add to it. He takes a few breaths, and awkwardly tries to get a drink out of his empty mug, uselessly. He tries to think of what to say, and how to calm himself down." }, { "author": "Yulia Pyetra Pierniki", "message": "Sweet, soft laughter danced out of her plump lips, having been given such an amusing reaction from Alde. A whole sentence full of stutter? Just how timid can he be~?\n\n\"Nothing, nothing. The pair of you are very comfortable with each other.\"\n\nAlde does have an easing aura to him. As if he's someone she knew for a long time, like a little brother. Petrya has that same gift, and it made talking much *Much* Easier. \n\n\"You are a very handsome man, ser Gyldensteerne.\"" }, { "author": "Faerydae Morgaine-AElfson", "message": "Little did the two know, she was actually listening to the two talk! She was going to remember this forever. \n\nHe was a handsome guy. Sharp features... She wouldn't feel comfortable with talking to him about it now, but she'll probably mention it one day. \n\nHis aura made her feel happy and nice inside... Made her feel comfortable" }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "He frowned, and shook his head. He took in a breath, relieved, as he began calming down. He shook his head, furrowing his brow, as he thought.\n\n\"I... Well... Thank you.\"\n\nHe blushed at the compliment, looking down at the table. He wasn't sure what to say, though he appreciated it. Words came to mind, and he just started speaking.\n\n\"Thank you... For the compliment, you are... Rather beautiful yourself, miss Pyetra.\"\n\nHe merely hoped he wouldn't regret everything. He absentmindedly, reached over back to ísfríðr, and gently playing with her hair. |Things will be... Interesting.| He thought, smiling." }, { "author": "Yulia Pyetra Pierniki", "message": "Pyetra had always been regarded as a beautiful girl, first from her father and many more from old suitors. She really did won the genetic lottery, having skin that *Scarcely* Produced anything unpleasant and looks that could bend over man and woman. So having heard this from Alde didn't surprise her, instead the same faint smile remains ever present on her fair skin. \n\n\"Your friend seems to be enjoying her slumber there.\"\n\nShifting the topic to Isfrid, the girl in question is quite cute too. Much like Pyetra, she has a certain elfin quality in her appearance, and the way her lapiz lazuli orbs speaks. She commends such a figure, lacking in any visual muscles yet retaining the strength of a Macen, very prideful. \n\n\"I assume you we are all relative acquaintances?\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "Aldeberto listened to her, and relaxed. He thought of his family again, and the farm. He was relieved to truly be free from those days. He noticed her faint smile remaining on her pretty face, and his smile grew.\n\nHe slowly stops playing with ísfríðr's hair, realizing it was kind of odd for him to do. He tapped the table with the hand instead, practically playing the drums with the table. He focused back to Pyetra, nodding.\n\n\"Yes, I her just a little bit ago actually. I uh... Said something I shouldn't have and... Well to make it up, I rubbed her back.\"" }, { "author": "Faerydae Morgaine-AElfson", "message": "The girl 'awoke,' if you could call it that. She has been awake for the whole time, listening in on their conversations. Of course she did. Why wouldn't she listen in on their conversations? You see, she was suspicious of Aldeberto. That handsome handsome, well carved out man. That perfect, chiseled body. She felt his hand stroke her hair, which shot a jolt through her body. Made her feel as if she was being injected with vigour she hasn't felt in years. Was it because she was feeling drained from adventuring? Or was it because she lost the person who gave her the same drive years ago. Now, she looked at the two of them. Now that she... Got what little alcohol flushed out of her brain, she was able to... Well, function normally! Her beautiful cyan eyes, something like a gem... Her dark golden hair. It looked like shiny gold in the darkness. It was fitting, knowing her background as someone with a less than optimal history. Moving down her body, they'd find that she lacked any tan lines, rather, she was beautifully pale all around. Seems like she covered up very well. She wasn't completely pale though. She had some colour, some depth. She just wasn't orange like some people. You may start wondering, could she actually tan? Was she just going to remain pale? It wasn't a bad look on her. It did complement her look. Imagine, a Dark Blonde haired, bright cyan blue eye, permanently blushed face, and pale, smooth skin girl being close and personal with you. It was something that you'd want as any man. Of course, some people might not like that combination. She of course, wasn't really that curvy. She had a small chest, but at least she did have some nice thighs to work with.\n\nThey weren't massive, but they were good enough to sleep on as she gave you a massage. \n\nAgain, she was looking at the two with her fair look. She cleared her throat, shaking her head, as if trying to shake off any bad thoughts. She truly felt comfortable around Aldeberto. His aura filled the void in her heart that only family could fill for her. She didn't have a family. They were all killed in front of her, one of them hanged, and the other disemboweled. A sad life indeed for her. She was playing with her hair awkwardly, as she answered the girl's question from before. Were they lovers? Definitely not! They just met today! They were also coworkers. Leader and Follower. He definitely made a poor first impression when they met, but she trusts that he'll make up for it. Definitely. He had to make up for it right? But... It wouldn't be too bad if they started dating. She'd feel safe and happy around him. He already felt like family to her. She didn't know exactly why, but that's the reality to her.\n\nHe just felt like family. \n\n```\"I wouldn't mind it. He's pretty attractive and nice. He's also probably a really good guy if I get to know him\"```\n\nIs what she would have said. She wouldn't... She was too shy to do that. He was already interested in someone else. Gosh, crushes suck so much. You see them for the first time and your heart just falls for them. Why did they exist? She knew that it probably won't happen. The girl in front of her was much more attractive. She had brighter hair... She was taller... She had nice lips. What was she saying?\n\nShe isn't falling for that girl. She deserves a man!\n\n\"I'm not dating this person. We just met and he made a piss poor first impression by calling me flat\"\n\nShe said, with a hmph. She had no alcohol to drink... And she had a different... Well, voice! My my, she doesn't sound like a brit with an infinity stroke, rather, she just sounded like a generic, well educated woman of the Middle Class. She of course, was nowhere near the middle class. She spent her money on her travels and equipment. It would take literal years to get back to the money she had back then. She wished she had someone she could share her money with... It would feel so much better. Having someone who you can support and can get support from. Hmmmmm~ The problems of being Single she supposes. She slipped on her equipment, not requiring her back rubs anymore... And is now going to.. Well, contribute to the conversation! Hopefully." } ]

[ { "author": "Yulia Pyetra Pierniki", "message": "Ah, it seems Ísfríðr woke up. Well, more of 'woke' up. Truth be told, Pyetra didn't believe the darker haired woman actually fell asleep. The only people who slumbers in a tavern are drunks, and she doesn't think someone like Ísfríðr would be stupid enough to do so infront of two strangers she just met. Even so, Pyetra and Aldeberto both look like very trustworthy people, an attractive specimen watching over your sleeping form is a dream for many girls. Though with Aldeberto, who touched Isfrid's hair after poking around on her back, she can see the reluctance of resting with him around. Imagining him touching them while they're asleep.. Eugh. That in the case, while Pyetra admits her employer is quite a looker, she doesn't have a good grasp on his personality other than he's timid. Having met a lot of colourful people during her travels, just because they're nice doesn't mean they're automatically a good person. The same could be said in the merchant business too. Loan Sharks are the worst, for an example. Following that logic, Pyetra herself wouldn't be that trustworthy either, following certain plot points she could be a beautiful assassin sent out to kill the pair for reasons that aren't to be revealed. Truth be told, she's just a nice person with the looks of an angel. Bright golden hair radiant as the sun, a soft facial structure, huge alluring sapphire eyes, and clear blooming skin with a light complexion. Unlike Ísfríðr, Pyetra has much more defined body structure — though in the bust sector? Eeeehhhh, better than Isfrid, most likely. 'Tis why Aldeberto is so lucky as a guy, he gets to have an angel and an elf in his team. But little does he know, the list will grow ever longer..\n\nWith Ísfríðr now 'awake', Pyetra gave her a \"Morning\", head tilted cutely to the side as a smile remained on her face. Ísfríðr acknowledged her queston before sums up the fact that she did listen in to their conversation. Of course, Pyetra would do the same. What the woman said however... Really gave a different impression of the taller blond beside her. Who knew a timid man like Aldeberto would be so blunt? Really, that sounds so out-of-character. Him rubbing around her back and touching her hair while she slept, Pyetra wouldn't be surprised if he \"Accidentally\" Brushed a hand over her chest prior to Pyetra's arrival. A closet pervert. \n\nThe sudden change in how she spoke too, intrigued her. Before, the darker-haired woman had a noticeable harsh lilt in her speech — now she's reminiscent of one in the upper middle class, with consistent wording and proper tone. Pyetra pieced that maybe alcohol managed to switch off such an accent, whichis good though, makes her more understandable in the meantime. \n\n\"Ah, uh, it is.. Quite rude to say it out loud.\" Forced_chuckle.Sfx\n\nShe won't deny the fact that Ísfríðr is really flat, but having it called out while in a tavern is horribly embarrassing. Pyetra is appalled that the darker-haired girldidn't just decide to leave after that. Letting out a fake cough, she scooted her swivel chair inches away from where the young blond sat, favouring Ísfríðr's close presence much more comfortable. The aforementioned female had a certain big sister vibe irradiating from her form, despite it being less defined, still has that same cutesy quality relative to many elfin species. From the waist up, she's no doubt an adorable-looking girl with the lethality of a veteran adventurer. Anyway, clearing her throat, Pyetra took the initiative.\n\n\"Is one of you arcane-focused?\"" }, { "author": "Aldeberto", "message": "Alde furrowed his brow, thinking. He felt more embarrassed his secret had been revealed, and blushed heavily. His mood souring, as he stared at the ground. Alde truly felt bad about what he had said, and bluntly too. He hadn't thought much about playing with her hair while she slept, due mostly in part to having been used to his farm-life, and being around family.\n\nAlde sighed, and thought of what to say. He was feeling bad, sighing. He wondered if he was making a bad choice, suddenly. He rested a hand on his chin, staring at the table, as he tried to find the energy to speak. He stares at it absent-mindedly, for a few minutes, trying to regain his mood by thinking... Of... Well he wasn't sure what to think, thought he tried to imagine making both of the women he was working with happy.\n\nWhile it didn't bring-back his mood, he felt better. He felt his confidence slowly returning, and he closed his eyes, mouthing a prayer to help himself. He buried his emotions, feeling himself calm, and he finally answered after what felt like hours, but were merely minutes. |I can do this... Even if I did mess-up really bad.| He thought.\n\n\"I know a little, of the Arcane... Mostly in the form of quick-sand creation, and javelin-throwing.\"\n\nHe said, steadily returning to the cheerful youth he was. He felt his confidence returning, as he thought more of just... Making others happy. It was something he figured he could handle, even if he wasn't truly happy for himself.\n\n|That's it!| He thought. |Happiness for myself, is pointless if I hurt them... But that means I *Must* Control myself from hence-forth. This is isn't me...| He thought, his smile returning.\n\n\"But I would rather fight with my Halberd, or sword if I had to fight. I never really enjoyed fighting outside the two, really. Weapons will always be my sort of thing... If that makes sense?\" \n\nHe doubted it did, for them, and ordered a refill for his drink, sitting back, and relaxing once more. He was seemingly back to normal now." }, { "author": "Faerydae Morgaine-AElfson", "message": "The girl shook her head. She wasn't anywhere near arcane focused. She had the build of someone who spent hard years training up themselves to get to their level. Of course they would lack the arcane focus. It was simply not like her. Of course, she did have her magicks in her, but they were only 2 spells. She did have potential though. There are stories of people who had no magic, working themselves up to become something absolutely amazing. Much like how she worked herself up from a slave to... Not a slave! Anyways, she wasn't the sort of Arcane type, rather, she was just better off standing in the front, looking scary, and stabbing stuff with a long stick. \n\n\"Much like Mr Gyldenstierne here, my magic only sticks to sand pits. It isn't impressive, as I spent most of my life physically training my body. It may not look like it, but It is made to work like a man on adrenaline.\"\n\nBeing nice doesn't make someone a good person. In fact, it made someone extremely suspicious, at least in Faerydae's book. Aldeberto surely fit that. Sure he was nice and kind, but he did comment about her chest, and of course... Well... Playing with her air. If we followed that, Faerydae might be one of the more normal people. She was most definitely not kind, but she did call people out on... Their mistakes. She is somewhat like a book of detecting mistakes! She, as a child, has always been the sort of person to remember things for a long time. She never really misplaces anything, except for small things, as she didn't really want to. Everything has a price, and you won't know when you need that extra 3 or 4 copper. \n\nAldeberto, has been branded C L O S E T    P E R V E R T by Faerydae, mostly because she did feel him getting really touchy when she was 'asleep.' She did need a nap of course, feeling slightly tired after her travels, but she didn't need sleep per say. Strangely enough though, she didn't complain about him touching her hair as she napped. Did she enjoy it? Maybe.\n\nShe didn't seem conscious about her hair, mostly because it's probably the best she can get it at this point. \n\nNoticing the man's... Change of tone, she gave him a pat on the back. A comforting pat on the back. She was pretty good at patting people on the back, probably having done it for years! Or... Two decades. She is the youngest of the group, not having the most experience in existing. She felt bad for calling him out. Now she felt like the asshole in the group. Of course she had to say the second choice... Then again, it was the better idea. What if he really was a suspicious man who wanted to sell her off to slavery?! Who knows.\n\n\"Cheer up mate. No need to feel sour for something you did a while ago. How's bout I buy you another drink?\"\n\nShe asked, reaching into her armour, grabbing a small cloth pouch full of Jingly goodies and stuff. She had to untie her armour just to get it, so it was most definitely safe from pickpockets!" } ]

[ { "author": "Miyaro Asami", "message": "*Miyaro fox noises intensifies*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*As the group entered the building and and the bartender greeted them Horace would pull out a bag of coin. Turning to the group he would say*\nGo ahead and tell me what you want. Ill order it for you and pay, as thanks for saving me. Take a seat at the table over there, ill come by soon.\n*Horace would notice the blind girls nervousness, though he would not say anything. He would extend his arm to her, allowing the small fox to gracefully walk along his arm and jump onto her shoulder. The fox would nuzzle the girl, acting to relieve her stress and calm her down. Horace would laugh lightly at this, though he would soon return his attention to the others taking their orders.*" }, { "author": "Miyaro Asami", "message": "\"Anything's fine. I appreciate that you're buying us food.\" *She smiles and takes a seat. She sits their patiently waiting, until everyone has their food. She remembers when she had meals like this with her family. All warm and cozy. Everyone's having fun, it was a pleasant feeling.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna tilts her head up, examining the tavern with Jace still resting in her arms.*\n\"Whatever you get... Can you order something for Jace too...?\"\n*Jace lifted his head up at the mention of his name, looking around in his normal suspicion as if he hadn't been asleep the whole time. He lets out a bark at the other people and to reassure him, Juna lightly pats him on the back.*\n\"He'll eat anything with meat in it... And I'll just have whatever the others are getting...\"\n*She turns around and heads over to the table to take a seat. Jace, having his head resting on her shoulder, stared back at the others with a look that seemed a mix of confusion and distrust to them. Juna sat down, placing Jace on the ground so he could roam around under the table.*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*The reptilian took a deep breath as she anticipated many reactions from the persons already inside the humble building. It's been a very long time since she entered an inn. Yet, with all the nice people she met during her journey in Salvainia, things were encouraging.*\n*She had to bend down her head in order to pass through the door, given that macens rarely towered above two meters. She didn't want to risk hurting her pretty horns.*\n*When she was inside, her anxiety quickly vanished when she absorbed the ongoing joyful atmosphere. She smiled and the ruby of her eyes illuminated as she took part in the festive ambiance.*\n`\"Oooh! I can already ssmell and tasste the local food delightening my tasste budss!\"` *Shuvah enthusiastically exclaimed.*\n`\"However, elf, it iss abssolutely out of the quesstion that I let you pay for everything.\"` *She fought against Horace. She winked at him, trying to find a compromise.* `\"I pay for everyone elsse, you pay for yoursself. Deal?\"`" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"AAAH!!! W-What is thi-\" *Ellaine would be shock as she suddenly just felt the fur of the fox nuzzling on her. She's never met a fox in her life so just feeling of it was new and strange to her, the most animal interaction she gets is whenever one of the children in the orphanage begs her to feed the cat outside cause it looks so cute. Instead of shivering she stayed completely still as she sat down on one of the chairs around the table* \"A-ahhh t-there's a fo-fox on me! Umm uhh what... What do I do?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace nods to Miyaro's and Juna's responses, thinking a classic soup and piece of meat or bread would suffice, and a small cut of meat for Jace. As for the lizard woman, she was as stubborn as he was.*\nThat wouldn't do at all, you saved my life, i might as well give you everything i have. *Mumble* Of course I'd never do that, even if you did save my life *Mumble*. The least i can do is pay for you and your friends. Now, what do you want?\n*While Horace insisted he pays for their meal, Eco would continue to distract her from the chatter of the inn, now licking her a little. It would be clear to Ellaine the fox was there to comfort her." }, { "author": "Kenpachi Xeno", "message": "*She takes a smell of the sweet delicious aroma from the meal.* \"The smell is heavenly. I never thought food could smell so good.\" *She starts to eat and the food was yummy.* \"Mmm. Delicious, the food is great. Thank you for the meal elf, again. Hehe.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna leans back in the chair, sitting quite comfortably as she didn't worry too much of her surroundings. It probably wasn't the best that she wasn't paying much attention to what was around her, but it allowed her to feel more at home despite being the complete opposite. She wasn't used to the crowd seeing as she grew up outside of town, but remaining oblivious seemed to help with the unfamiliarity. Jace sniffed around below the table on the hunt for not wild animals, but instead for any leftovers that may find his way down to him. He wouldn't stray too far though, lest he wanted to abandon the protective haven he's made for himself under the table. Juna sniffs at the air, her strong senses overwhelming her with the scent of food that filled the tavern and in response to it, her stomach let out an impatient growl. She looks back at Horace, hoping that he would order them something good to eat, if not filling.*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*The female wyvern frowned at Horace. Wrong answer did he formulate. She proposed another deal as a final warning of her tenacity while tossing a small, common leather pouch on the table, the sound indicating that she had more than just a couple of silver coins inside.*\n`\"Okay then, elf. What about I pay the drinkss, and you pay the meal? Ssoundss like a good compromisse to me.\"` *She picked a nearby stool and sat on it while keeping a direct eyesight with Horace.*\n*The offer she just proposed really sounded more like an armwrestling between the two personalities than an actual proposition.*\n*A mischievous cornered smile could have informed that Shuvah was actually enjoying the situation and was playing a game with the thief. She raised a clawed hand.*\n`\"I'm gonna call the bartender and order some beerss...\"`\n*She paused and winked at the other women.*\n`\"... And ssome water for you two, young ladiess. I know that Ellaine doessn't drink, but I guesss it iss the ssame for you too, Juna. Right?\"` *She gently asked.*" }, { "author": "plague0886", "message": "\"T-Thank you Shuvah I-I ap-appreciate your thought... Thoughtfulness.\" *She would say to Shuvah without moving her head like even if she was blind her hearing was so well that she knew it was the snake woman but she did have a strange accent so it wasn't that impressive. While fox licked her she giggled alittle as she nervously tried to pet the fox. She still wasn't at all comfortable whatsoever but this did make her think about her children* \"I-I feel like the children at the orphanage would love you... Alot more than I could give you love anyway...\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would wave off the lizard girl as if to say, whatever, before turning back to the counter and ringing a small bell, calling over the bartender.*\nWe'd like to order our food and drinks, if you don't mind. We'll take 4 soups and 4 medium cuts of meat, along with two small cut of meat. She'll order drinks, we'll split the check, ill pay for the food.\n*He would point to the lizard lady as he spoke about splitting the check. After the bartender took the food order, Horace would go to the table as Eco jumped off Ellaine's shoulder returning to him. As he sat on the table the fox would jump on and lay on his lap purring as he begun petting her. He would sit quietly, waiting for Shuvah to order the drinks and for the food to come. Though as he did sit, anyone who looked at him would notice an intense loathing emanating around him, acting as a shield to prevent conversation.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Miyaro Asami", "message": "*She sits their waiting for her drink, satisfied from the food that the elf bought. She looks at Shuvah and her tall stature.* \"Shuvah! Thanks for buying the drinks.\" *She says in gratitude." }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Jace brushed past Juna, heading towards the newcomer who had joined the table without offerings of food. Upon his investigation, he soon came to realize that the elf had showed up empty handed and let a growl of frustration for his under preparedness. Juna looked over to Shuvah after Miyaro said her thanks and figured she should do the same.*\n\"Yeah thanks for paying... And yes... I prefer water...\"\n*Juna smiles and looks at the elf, who had seemed to encase himself in his own version of some sort of introversion. Maybe not quite the same, but somewhat similar as he seemed distant from the idea of conversing. More quietly to him, Juna repeated what she had said to Shuvah:*\n\"And... Thank you too-\"\n*She quickly turned away after, not being the best at looking at someone directly for too long and instead tried to find something else to stare at while she waited for the bartender to bring out the rest of the stuff that was ordered.*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*She shrugged at the thief when he ordered the meals.*\n`\"I originally came here for the fish, but I guesss meat is a fine choicce too!\"`\n*A brief moment after the meal was ordered for everyone, the winged lady brang the refreshment to the table. Beer for the tall and stubborn people, and fresh water coming straight from the well for the younger girls.*\n```Shuvah spent 3 Silver for the beverages```\n*She joined the conversation and distributed to everyone in the party then sat, although the stools in the inn weren't really suited for her frame as macens rarely were that tall. After struggling to find the most comfortable position, she seized her wooden mug and extended her arm in the air.*\n`\"Cheerss everyone!\"` *She joyfully toasted.*\n*She directly drank a mouthful of ale before taking a break, then she glanced at the round table's members. She flaunted a delightful smile to the blind girl who was busy playing with cute Eco and to the shy wolfy girl.*\n`\"Don't be sso sstressed, Juna! If other people sscare you, don't look at them! Your meal will be here in a ssecond.\"` *She reassured her.*\n*Shuvah then turned to the kitsune, who seemingly already received her plate. She sniffed to whet her appetite.*\n`\"Mmmh... What'ss in the ssoup? Fish ssoup? Onion ssoup?\"` *She childishly asked to Miyaro. `\"Whatever. I'm hungry too, now!\"`\n*Finally, she fixed on Horace at last. She noticed him being quite away from the rest of the table and felt the urge to drag him into her contagious cheefulness. She flooded him with questions, trying to clarify his mysterious aura.*\n`\"How much did you pay? And what iss your name, elf? We didn't really have time to talk yet. Why are you sso disstant? It'ss time to have ssome fun!\"`" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "*Ellaine could hardly keep up with how much Shuvah talked (and since she was blind she wasn't even able to see the woman's smile to her) this was all very strange and confusing. Apparently now they ordered food! She didn't know what was happening and now they were going to do cheer?!?! Ahh but she didn't know where to cheers to she just meekly raised her mug that was filled with water. She felt like she was in a huge room filled with people and really she was kinda in a room that was filled with people, what should she do? Does she say anything? Does she need to join the conversation?!? Maybe she'll just not say anything yeah that sounds good say nothing.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would pay no mind to Juna and Jace, instead, entering a deep thought. Though it was soon interrupted by Shuvah's barrage of questions. He would sigh, thinking of which questions to answer and which to ignore. After a moment of silence from him he would speak in an uninterested tone, continuing to pet Eco, who would begin to yawn.*\n\nMy name is Horace, that's all you need to know and all I'm going to tell you..\n\n*As he finished speaking the bartender would approach, holding two trays filled with food. They would set them both on the table, crossing their arms and looking at Horace expectantly. He would look at them, throwing a small golden coin towards them.*\n\nI assume that would be more than enough, just leave us.\n\n*Horace would pick up a small sliver of meat from the try, feeding it to the now panting Eco. The bartender would return to their post, and begin cleaning a cup. Horace would return his attention to the group..*\n\nGo ahead and eat, take your portion. The other small piece of meat is for your pet. \n\n*The part about the piece of meat was directed at Juna, Horace would look at Ellaine. Wondering how she would eat without eyes. Would someone help her? Or would she have to struggle to even get a piece of food into her mouth.*" }, { "author": "Miyaro Asami", "message": "\"The soup? Oh! The soup is chicken soup. It tastes really good, you should try some Shuvah.\" *She takes a drink from the mug. She gulped half of it, feeling a bit dizzy. It was the second time she had drank ale and seemed to enjoy it at the least.* \"Phew. I was really thirsty. Thanks again Shuvah.\" *She said while taking another sip at her soup.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna takes her portion of the food, one for her and one for Jace. She grabbed it rather quickly, the hunger now overcoming her as she was finally presented with food. Jace moved back to his original location, waiting expectantly for Juna to drop some food down to him. As expected, a small piece of meat fell from above and, not wanting to waste opportunity, Jace attacked the piece of meat. Tearing it apart and wolfing it down so quickly as if he was afraid that it would come back to life and run away. Juna was eating nearly as fast, though trying her best to hold back so that she didn't end up chocking on her food. Occasionally, she would stop for a moment to take a sip of water as she would have tried to force more food in her mouth than she could chew. The image probably looked bad, but she could hardly help herself since it had been a while since she's last eaten. \n\n Jace had soon finished his meal, leaving no remains behind and started searching for more by running past each set of legs that crossed his domain beneath the table. He would bark in imaginary authority as he awaited their payment for him allowing them to have their feet there. Juna soon finished and looked at the others, not sure what to say to them. Lightly, she raised her half-empty cup of water in a delayed cheer and went back to sipping it. She silently scanned the others, trying to interpret which one seemed the most friendly. \n\n Shuvah and Miyaro seemed like obvious answers. Ellaine, seemed more confused than the rest, but Juna couldn't really blame her. Horace, Juna wasn't even sure what to think as she wondered if she should feel threatened in his presence or just uncomfortable. Maybe both, but she tried to relax more around the cheerful people at the table. Even if their over talkativeness was hard for her to keep up with.*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*The reptilian lady let a discreet sight escaping from her lips.*\n`\"Hum. I guesss you're not the talkative type. But it'ss fine, Horacce.\"` *She paused as she took another good sip of her beer.* `\"We all have our ssecretss.\"`\n*That last statement may have planted a seed of doubt in the thief's thoughts. How could she know about his 'profession'? There was no way Shuvah could have known, but maybe this could have made him a little unsettled despite his distant attitude.*\n*She finished her mug before attacking the meat which just arrived on the table. She picked a nice, thick portion of beef and drew the bowl of soup closer to her. She became surprisingly more silent while eating, and for a reptilian, the winged woman was very clean at it. She was well-mannered for a beastkin of her size, sometimes pausing to let a 'mmh' escape as a sign that she was appreciating the food.*" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"A-Ahh!!! W-What!\" *Ellaine was really confused and scared when she heard the barking and felt what was happening under the table. She realized that everyone was eating and drinking already which signaled her to do the same, she took a fo- fuck how is she going to eat. She didn't know where the utensils were and she didn't know what was in front of her. She was really going to struggle now as she wasn't really familiar with the table at all, usually she ate in the orphanage where she sat at the exact same chair and the people there told her where everything was so she could act accordingly in reaching for objects and such. The only thing she knew here was where she placed her glass* \"Uhh umm can someone p-please hand me so-ome utensils...\" *She said very softly which would be hard to heard with all the talking and chatting*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would be surprised at Juna, her scarfing down the meal surprised him. He pegged her as a quiet well mannered individual but was proven wrong for the moment. Eco would get up from Horace's lap, stretching after her comfortable rest and meal. She would jump down from his lap, landing on the floor quietly, looking towards Jace. She would approach him, tilting her head and taking a sitting on the floor. Her presence was silent, yet possessed a feeling of sovereignty, like a royal. Her aura matched the way she conducted herself quite well. Horace would look down at the two pets.*\n\"Its seems Eco has found your pet quite... Interesting.\"\n*He looks back up matching Juna's gaze of him, though she wouldn't feel anything from it, as if he looked right through her. He'd let his eyes wander before relocating to Shuvah and her statement.*\n\"I suppose im not the talkative type, its true that everyone has at least one secret, though you sound quite disappointed. Are you interested in me?\"\n*He would chuckle at his last remark, as if it was a joke. The elf would get his portion of the food and drink setting it before him. He'd remove his face mask, allowing the others to see most of his face. He had a small scar on his lip and a brownish stubble. He would begin eating his meat and soup, occasionally taking a sip from his ale.*" }, { "author": "Miyaro Asami", "message": "\"Well. I'm going to get beer.\" *She would stand up, carrying her mug and walk towards the counter.* \"One mug of ale please and thank you.\" *She says to the bartender and stands their waiting for her drink patiently. As she got her drink, she paid the bartender silver and turned towards Shuvah.* \"I ordered it so it I'll pay for it, Shuvah.\" *She walked towards the table and sat down. Taking a sip of ale.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*At the mention of her pet from Horace, she looks at him. Not in the eyes, since she couldn't bring herself to do that.*\n\"You mean... Jace...?\"\n*She didn't really need to ask in order to know that Jace was who he was talking about, but she didn't think before releasing the question. \n Down below, Jace had taken notice of Eco. Feeling that she was a threat to his under-table kingdom, he stood up tall and lifted his head in order to seem larger in height. Jace was not about to let the new trespasser threaten his makeshift home and with it, the treasure of potential food offerings. He let a bark of warning to let Eco know that whatever falls below the table was his. \n Juna's ears twitched, hearing his barking from underneath. Part of her was tempted to see what the commotion was about down there, but instead she changed her focus on what Shuvah and Horace were talking about. Everyone has a secret? It made her more curious of the two if anything. She didn't want to openly speak out, but she wondered if she could learn more by simply listening to the two of them.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*Shuvah opened wide eyes when she saw the young kitsune coming back to the table with a mug of... Alcohol?!*\n`\"Wait! I thought you didn't drink, Miyaro?!\"` *She loudly asked.* `\"A-anyway...\"`\n*She then came to the blind girl's rescue, using her claws to push a knife and a wooden spoon toward her. The rudimentary cutlery would have make enough noise by scraping on the table so that Ellaine would have been able to hear and locate them. The knife was made of a rusty steel and a leather handle.*\n`\"Here, Ellaine. There are a sspoon and a knife, be careful to not cut your fingerss!\"` *She gently informed, hoping this would help her losing her stress.*\n*She then pushed the beef container toward her the same way, so she could get some meat too.*\n`\"The ssoup already iss right before you, honey. Enjoy!\"`\n*The reptilian lady then faced the maskless elf. She observed his revealed face and noticed his stubble which indicated that he probably was a Steppe Elf.*\n`\"Dissappointed? Naaah.\"` *She declined.* `\"Sso, how'ss your mug? Finished yet? Becausse I'm about to order another round!\"` *She purposely teased.*\n*She would have waited only a few seconds for an answer before leaving the table to order again.*" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"T-Thank you ve-very much Shuvah... I'm s-sorry you gotta do this... For me\" *Ellaine would say to the dragon lady as her hand would be placed on the table grasping about around the area she heard the utensils moved in order to get it. As soon as he felt the spoon she'd use the object to allow her to more easily locate the bowl. Once she found it though she would eat normally, if you were just watching the way she ate she didn't seem like she was having difficulty eating aside from being able to actually find the food around there. In all honesty she kinda felt sad and like she was just dead weight in the group needing to be helped to do basic things and not even being able to contribute anything to the conversation at all. Ugh why was she so pathetic*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would watch Miyaro as she got up from her seat and approached the bar, ordering ale.*\n\"That's quite unexpected... It seems you ladies keep subverting my expectations tonight.\"\n*He chuckles slightly as Miyaro took a seat at her spot on the table, turning his attention to Juna. He would nod to her question, as if saying yes. Meanwhile, under the table, Eco would softly look at Jace. She would stand, quickly turning and approaching Horace's legs, sitting in between them. That appeared to be her temporary castle, though Horace would pay no mind to her setting up a camp under him. Horace would finally look towards the lizard lady who was helping the blind lady. \"Quite a charitable person i see?\" He'd think as she stood up and approach the bar*\n\"People like her are so weird... I wonder what goes through their heads day to day?\"" }, { "author": "Miyaro Asami", "message": "\"Hey! I'm old enough to drink.\" *She pouted and took another drink, feeling a bit more dizzy.* \"I'm not a little kid. I can handle this.\" *She said swaying a bit, her ears down. Her face red from the drink.* \"Phew. I'm fine, I promise. I'm not drunk.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*She looks between Horace and Miyaro, chuckling a little. Miyaro's reaction to the drink was the very reason why she would never have one herself. She had always been kept away from it and she wasn't tempted to try it anytime soon. \n Down below, Jace narrowed his eyes at Eco. She was testing him and he wasn't about to let her lay claim to any area below the table. He was there first, therefore making it his. Jace approached the fox, his fur bristling in frustration of her taking a spot near a potential food bearer. \n Juna came to rest her head on her hand, allowing her elbow to rest sturdily on the table.*\n\"Well it's not too fair to judge her for it... She seems pretty nice...\"\n*Juna said this in response to what Horace said about Shuvah, deciding to defend her for the moment, even if she could be a bit overwhelming for Juna.*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "```Shuvah spent 2 Silver for beverages```\n*The dragoness came back with the second round. She curtly put down a mug close to Horace, which splashed a bit on the table, then sat on her stool, which creaked a bit due to Shuvah's haste and weight. She winked at the elf while toasting again, her mouth displaying a teasing grin.*\n`\"Are you ready for round two?\"`\n*She then took a good sip before catching her breath and speaking again. What a chatterbox! Or was it the alcohol which was starting to take effect?*\n`\"What were you talking about? I couldn't hear from the counter with all thiss noisse.\"`" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "*She could hear very clearly from where she sat that the group or atleast most of the group was now drinking and having fun with whatever they were doing. It kinda just made her feel worse as she now felt left out and angry at herself for not being able to take alcohol. She knew that she hated the taste of alcohol whenever she took a sip she would immediately just spit it out, she didn't want to show that side of her to them! And she couldn't possibly start a conversation with them! This whole thing was just a horrible idea but its not like she could've turned down their offer. They were such nice people, its better to just wait the whole thing out not say anything and just eat since it was a free meal after all. Ellaine would just continue quietly eating her soup*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would look at Miyaro with a grin, \"Well at least one good thing will come of tonight. It seems little miss kitsune over there has gotten drunk. Ill have to make sure to pickpocket her when i get the chance...\". The elf would look down at the angry animal with a look of discomfort and anger. He would look back up at Juna, saying in an aggressive tone.*\n\"Hey, mind controlling your pet? He seems to be acting a little too aggressive towards Eco, and i don't like that. So if you don't mind, i would appreciate you keeping a hold on him. Because if you don't i might have to do something no one will like.\"\n*After he finished speaking he would lay his dagger on the table resting his hand on it. This would create an ominous and threatening atmosphere around him, maybe catching Shuvah off guard as she had just arrived back at the table.*" }, { "author": "Miyaro Asami", "message": "\"This beer is weak. I don't feel anything.\" *She stood up swaying from side to side trying to hold her mug of ale. She tries to hold on to her chair to keep her from falling.* \"I'm not drunk. I swear, I feel great.\" *She says while leaning on her chair to keep her balance. She puts down the mug of ale and tries to sit down. Her tail swaying from side to side.* \"Phew.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*She looked at Horace with a mixture of confusion and disbelief. Juna had just now made herself comfortable and all of a sudden Horace had pulled out a weapon. For a moment she didn't move or say anything, staring deathly at the dagger on the table. Her other hand that had been resting on the chair she was sitting on, slowly moved to the area where she kept her own well hidden dagger, fastened to her waist. She didn't expect things to change so aggressively, so quickly especially since she had no idea what was going on beneath the table. Was this what the Macen had warned her of about the people here? How quickly they could turn on her for no reason whatsoever? For a while she didn't even realize what Horace had asked of her, too focused on the blade that had left a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. \n\n Her gaze swept down towards the ground, her vision of what was happening mostly blocked by the table. Harshly, she whispered down to Jace:*\n\"Jace, leave Eco alone-\"\n*Jace ears turned sightly, notifying that he had heard Juna though he wasn't too willing to give up his space beneath the table. He had taken a few steps back, keeping to the center of the table. His fur remained raised and he made no noise, but he kept his gaze on Eco as if daring her to take a step further into his kingdom. \n\n Juna couldn't reach him from where she sat and she didn't want to have to take her full gaze away from Horace to reach for Jace beneath the table with the dagger still present. Instead, she kept still hoping Jace would listen and keep to himself at the very least.*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*Whatever happened during Shuvah's brief absence quickly escaladated. Was Horace serious about his threat?*\n*The reptilian nearly finished her second ale before the thief put his dagger on the table. While Juna seemed to be frightened and clearly intimidated, Shuvah... Started to give in to the alcohol. She was surprisingly not very enduring for someone of her size.*\n`\"Oh wow! That'ss a nicce little knife you got there, Horaaaacccce! Where did you get it? A gift from the bartender???\"` *She naively asked. She wasn't realizing that it was a true weapon.*\n*She wasn't shaky yet, but to others, she could feel a bit brainless. As she saw the kitsune fooling around on her stool, she wanted to do the same.*\n`\"Oh Godss! I wanna do that too! You're so nimble, Miyaroooo!\"` *She joyfully exclaimed. She pursued with a disppointed tone.* `\"But I can't do that, I would break the sstool...\"`\n*Now she had a sad face. Nobody really knew what was in her head at this moment, but she suddenly wanted to cry.*\n`\"Why can't I have fun like maccenss, or kitssuness, or elvess? This is sso unfair!\"`\n*The dragoness would then have jumped right into Horace's arms if he had good reflexes or would have just bumped into him if he wouldn't have reacted fast enough... Or she would have fallen to the ground if he happened to dodge her.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*The elf would watch Miyaro's clumsy nature, still resting his hand on his dagger. \"How could someone act like that despite this situation...? I get she's drunk but...\" The kitsunes actions clearly baffled Horace, but he would soon move on from her and back to Juna. He would watch her, waiting for what actions she would take here. At the sounds of her command to Jace, he would look under the table, keeping a firm grasp on his blade now. He would watch as the jackal moved back to the middle of the table, as such Horace would sigh, and move his dagger from the table back to his sheath. Eco, would lay on the floor with a yawn, seemingly unfazed by Jace's stares. She looked comfortable under Horace, as if she felt safe.*\n\"Thank you... That'll do. Sorry about that, its just I've had Eco for so long, if something were to happen to her i don't know what I'd do... She's the one whos kept me sane all these years, y'know?\"\n*He would pick up Eco from under him as he spoke, petting her with a warm sensation, different than how he had acted before. Eco, in response would lick his hands gently. He'd soon turn his attention to the dragoness as she spoke, her drunken breath informing Horace she was no longer sober.*\n\"No.. This is my own knife..\"\n*He would watch her for a bit as she proclaimed the injustice of not being able to do as the smaller people do. He found this quite funny, though he would soon panic as she lunged into him. Eco would jump out of his arms, gracefully avoiding Shuvah and landing on the table, managing not to knock over any plates, bowls, or cups in her haste. As for Horace, he would attempt to catch her as she looked like she was about to cry. He didn't know what was happening or what to do, instead letting Shuvah do as she pleased only muttering in his confusion.*\n\"What are you doing...? Shuvah, this isn't very appropriate...\"" }, { "author": "Miyaro Asami", "message": "\"I am very nimble Shuvah, since I'm a kitsune I can jump 3ft high.\" *She bragged and took another sip of her mug. Judging by the expression on her face she seems to be even more drunk.* \"This beer is really good. Heheh.\" *She said swaying around her stool trying to hold on to the table to gain balance.* \"Woah. I should really stop drinking, huh.\" *She said and rested on her elbows. Closing her eyes on the table, feeling sleepy and yawns.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna sat frozen at Horace's sudden change of attitude. Even though in any other circumstance she could have understood the reason for the threat, Juna wasn't able to look past the fact that for a split moment he was threatening to shank her. Or was he going to go for Jace, considering the Jackal was closer? Neither sounded better than the other and it left Juna debatably unable to respond to him. \n \n Around her it seemed like most of the others were losing their sense to drunkness, leaving Juna in a midst of confusion. Her hand kept to the blade, silently moving her fingers back and forth along as if she had to make sure it was still there in case something started. She was shaking in nervousness, though she tried her best to hide it. \n\n Down below, Jace had let out a huff of triumph. Finally he had managed to defend his kingdom of one and, proudly, he raised his head in a kingly manner as his fur lowered back down. Juna took a moment and called down to Jace in barely more than a whisper. Her voice stammered a little, but Jace quickly turned to her got up to walk over. He had gotten what he wanted and in excitement, he was wagging his tail back and forth, too proud of what he did. \n\n Seeing Jace approach, Juna pat her lap with her other hand and Jace quickly hopped up on it. Though, the position he was sitting in, made him nearly look taller than Juna, she didn't show much care to it and hugged him close for comfort.*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*The words of the elf still had an effect on the uncompletely drunk reptilian. She shaked herself, momentarily escaping her drunkenness, and quickly withdrew from Horace's arms. She stammered in confusion.*\n`\"I-I don't know, elf! I-I think I'm a bit drunk...\"`\n*Truer words were never spoken from her mouth. Her already crimson cheeks turned even more more red from her awkwardness and from the alcohol. She lowered her glance on the table as she was feeling really stupid.*\n`\"I have trouble controlling my feelingss when I'm drunk... I-It'ss jusst that... I am happy right now. I don't remember the lasst time I toassted with other people...\"` *She explained in a sad mutter.*\n*Even if she wasn't crying, this explanation was quite a revelation, her who was always so cheerful and eager to go further. But everyone has his/her moments, especially when the bearable alcohol threshold has been exceeded.*" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"M-Miss Shuvah uhh its okay to express your umm f-feelings to us and its good that we're all umm doing such fun things like eating a-and drinking right?\" *She said to Shuvah shyly as she had her head down towards the ground. She didn't want to say to Shuvah that she didn't really enjoy the whole thing all that much since she couldn't join in the conversations or drink and have fun like them but she wanted to comfort the nice dragon lady*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*The elf would understandable nod to her recession from his arms. This has never happened to him so he was still a bit caught off guard.*\n\"Well, maybe you should avoid and ale for the rest of the night. You could make some bad choices.\"\n*He would return his mask to his face, as he seemed to be done eating and drinking for the night. He would leave the second beer the dragoness had left him on the table since he didn't want to end up like her. He would get up, stretching a little.* \n\"Well, it's pretty late now. It was fun to talk and hang out with you guys, even if it did get a little tense toward the end.\"\n*He'd look at Juna as he said the last part. He seemed apologetic about it, but wasn't gonna go out of his way.*\n\"Anyways, I'll be getting a room for the night here, maybe I'll see one of you in the morning. Who knows?\"\n*And with that said, he would approch the the bartender and ask for a key, though they initially refused him he did mention he payed for the room when he payed for the food. When he received the key from the reluctant bartender he would wave to the others. Moving up stairs and out of sight, the other would hear a door open and close, signaling Horace's leave.*" }, { "author": "Miyaro Asami", "message": "\"Alrighty, see ya Horace.\" *She stood up straight and waved. She would look into her mug of ale and drink all of it.* \"I think I'll be getting a room to since I'm way too drunk to go anywhere.\" *She stood up trying to walk straight and walked towards the bartender and asked for a key. She would pay the bartender and tried to walk straight trying to grab anything to keep her balance. She would look back waving to them.* \"Thanks for the drinks, Shuvah!\" *She said, her tail swishing from side to side. She would try to walk up the stairs holding the handle and trying to keep her balance as she swayed from side to side. As she finally reached the top she went to her room and closed the door. Ready to sleep.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*She watched the two of them leave, at first not saying a word. Juna waited for them to get out of full view before she finally said a quiet:*\n\"Goodnight...\"\n*She lets out a breath, removing her hand from the dagger and instead using it to pet Jace atop his head. In response, he happily licked her arm and Juna finally decided to relax a little bit. Letting out a sigh, she says:*\n\"Oh Jace... Why do you have to be so stubborn sometimes...\"\n*Jace didn't answer back of course, taking the time to make himself more comfortable on her lap instead. Juna looked at the other two who remained at the table. She herself couldn't really imagine going to sleep easily after the moment, but she figured that they would eventually take their leave too.*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*Shuvah waved at the leavers without saying a word, doing little more than grinning heavily since she nonetheless really enjoyed the time spent together.*\n*She then adressed to the two remainers. While she surely wasn't sober, she retrieved a part of her usual calm and self-control.*\n`\"Elf issn't wrong, it iss getting late for young ladiess like you. Do you have any place to ssleep?\"` *She gently asked.*\n*Even drunk, the wyvern was still caring for others. She rested her heavy head on her elbows, sometimes closing her eyes as a mean to delay the inevitable upcoming headache. Fortunately for her, the inn -which used to be full of noises and life a few hours ago- became far more quieter as a lot of people already left.*\n*She made an effort to speak again.*\n`\"If... If you need to go home, I could... Esscort you...\"`\n*She rubbled her temples while waiting for the girls to answer.*" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"Oh my goodness!!! Is it already night time?!? Oh no how am I going to be able to get home? And what am I going to tell the orphanage? Oh no oh no oh no they must be worried sick about me!\" *She shouted out to Tana as her whole entire body was just filled with anger, terror and worry. Her stutter left her as she quickly tried to stand up raking her cane with her. She was now panicking as she didn't know what to do. Who was going to take her all over to New Salvania at this time of the night, looks like she stayed eating far too long! She even told the children that she was going to be home some time this night*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*She stared at Shuvah when she had asked the question, probably the longest Juna had looked at someone directly. Juna didn't really have an answer for Shuvah's question. It was pretty simple: she didn't really have a home to go back to, it being a several days' journey away, so she simply slept wherever she could. \n\n She didn't really want to explain it to Shuvah after seeing her drunk and now watching Ellaine panic over how she was going to get home after Shuvah had offered to help. Her ears lowered on her head, showing her discomfort for how what was once a calm, light hearted environment had quickly turned into an aggressive, stressful one. \n\n Deciding to not simply ignore the question, Juna quietly said:*\n\"I... Don't really have a place to sleep at... I kind of... Just make the most of wherever I'm at...\"\n*She hoped that was a good enough answer. In all honestly, Juna was wondering what would happen if she had decided to fall asleep right there at the table. Sure she could probably purchase a room at the inn, but after the unsuccessful hunt in the destroyed forest she figured she best spend the silver she had wisely.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*Drunk Shuvah still managed to feel the intense stress coming out from the blind girl. While she couldn't think of a solution in her state, she tried to reason her anyway.*\n`\"I... Don't think you should... Travel by night. It'ss dangerouss. For a little and frail lady like you...\"` *She slowly explained.* `\"You should pick a room in Gamaje, and sspend the night here, like uss...\"`\n*She softly grunted and gave a faint smile to the other nervous girl. Why were people so anxious? It accentuated her headache.*\n`\"Don't worry, Juna... I... Don't have any placce to ssleep, too. My home is far... Far away from here. We should follow Miyaro and Horacce... And ssee tomorrow how things go.\"`" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"B-But! What about the children?!? I haven't even told the orphanage that I'm staying at a different town! They might think I got hurt! Or worse kidnapped! Maybe even died!!!\" *She shouted out to Shuvah as she would now she that she was sweating profusely. Her pale white cheeks were getting a deep red color and she was breathing more heavily than usual, she started moving back to where she remembered the exit was irrationally thinking that perhaps if she left right now that maybe she can still get to New Salvania in a reasonable time*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna nodded slightly in acknowledgment to what Shuvah said. Spending the night here was probably best considering what Shuvah said about things being more dangerous at night. She looked to Ellaine, who was rushing to make her way to the exit in her haste to get to the orphanage.*\n\"Um Ellaine... I'm sure the kids will be okay for just one night... It would be worst if something bad happened to you trying to get to them and actually end up giving them a reason to worry-\" \n*She hoped it would be enough to calm her down. Seeing her panic so much wasn't a good sight to Juna.*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*The wyvern got caught off-guard when Ellaine rushed to the exit. She really wanted to prevent her from exiting, but her actual condition only allowed her to hold the little girl back with her words.*\n`\"H-Hey! Where are you going? Wait!\"`\n*She stopped after hearing Juna's reasoning. She nodded with difficulty, being under the alcohol's mercy.*\n`\"... Lady Juna iss right. The children won't evaporate... Pleasse sstay here for the night, it iss the besst choicce!\"` *She overstated with a faint voice. It seemed like her forces were slowly weakening.*\n*She let herself fall on the table in a heavy, steely noise as her breastplate hit the wood table. What a day it was! Walking several kilometers with a 100kg charge on her back surely was tiring, and witnessing the near-death of someone also affected the mental of everyone.*\n*Still staring at the young healer, she spoke again before she wouldn't have been able to do so anymore for that day.*\n`\"We will... Find a way tomorrow... For you to go home... And an excuse for the orphannage...\"`\n*Her breathing was slowing down and she closed her eyes. She wasn't in the dreamworld yet, but it was a only a matter of minutes now. She muttered her final words without opening her eyes in a soft, warm sight.*\n`\"I promisse...\"`\n*She would have stayed in this position and would have stayed awake for several minutes before sleeping on the table. The bartender didn't seem to mind since she wasn't alone to be in that awkward situation. He was busy cleaning the counter and some empty mugs, ready to be filled again tomorrow.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would enter through the 2nd floor of the tavern. He had purchased a room the night before. It was an early morning and Horace wanted some breakfast. He would approach the bartender as they cleaned some dishes.*\n \"I'll take two over easy eggs and a piece of sausage, thanks..\"\n*After ordering, he would sit at a table, still groggy from waking up. He would look around for those entering and those who were there. He had his normal clothes on, with his face mask and cloak, but he didn't wear his hood. Which exposed his brown, curly and unkept hair. Horace looked like the perfect reincarnation of a mess.*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Tavish entered the tavern trought the main entrance, he of course had all his equipment equiped. Since it was the morning tavish was really hungry, and he descided to insted of cocking himself to go to the tavern, he walked to the bartender.*\n\"I'd like two steak well-done,3 boiled egg,a piece of bread and some watter\"\n*After ordering all this food,he sat at the same table as horace, he wasn't really groggy since he had to wake up way more early to go to the tavern and he had his morning walk, if anything tavish was extremely hungry but other than that he was the same as always.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace watch the man as he ordered, taking note of his large breakfast, watching him as he approached and sat.*\n\"Hey there, my name's Horace, nice to meet'cha.\"\n*Horace would extend his hand with sleepy eyes. Though he still managed too scan the figure that was tavash for his belongings.*" }, { "author": "bisu1074", "message": "\"I'd like some water and a bowl of soup here!\" \n\n*She placed an order and sat next to them.*\n\n\"I was almost caught by the soldiers\"\n\n\"I am Kyoka. Nice to meet you.\" \n\n*She felt like something was looking at her body.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Nice to meet you Kyoka. Haven't seen your type before...\" \n*He seemed to ignore her line about the soldiers, instead returning to Tavish. He would grin as he shook his hand, though it was made clear to Horace that ravish was not someone to be trifled with by his strength. Though Horace would soon seemingly turn to a fit of rage as he saw the girl.*\n\"This will be interesting, you two have fun...\" *Mumbles* \"I'll take the losers stuff if you don't mind.\" *Mumble*\n*He would rest his head in the table, waiting for his food and for the show to begin*" }, { "author": "bisu1074", "message": "\"Hahaha... I must have come to the wrong place. Hahaha...\"\n\nShe had a gut feeling that something was going wrong. Kyoka tried to distance himself from the soldiers as much as possible by lowering his eyes. She looked at the Tavish and said, \n\n\"Can you spare me for today?\"" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Tavish trows her violantly to the ground, he would have killed her but he was too hungry to actualy do it.*\n\"Ye lucky that i'm too hungry to punch ye face to death,now go out from my field of view.\"\n*Tavish started to whait for his breakfast,giving a quick,anoyed glance, at horace, but then at the bartender.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Now now Tavish, you shouldn't do that here\" \n*Horace looks at the bartender who seemed to be holding a pan with deadly intent* \n\"You probably shouldn't Tavish. I've known that bartender over there a good bit... Her wacks are strong enough to knock even you out, and they don't tolerate bar fights...\" \n*He would sigh in disappointment, this wasn't the first time the bartender ruined an opportunity. The bartender would wait patiently for Chair to receed*" }, { "author": "bisu1074", "message": "\"You think I'm going to leave if you tell me to?\" *Kyoka said with an angry look on her face*\n\n\"Calm down, I'm not a vampire or a human-eating Oni. I only look like a Red Oni and act like a human being. The reason why the soldiers are chasing me is because I'm popular, not because I'm doing something wrong.\" *She said vaguely about the situation* \"And stop looking at me or try to fight me, you know, the soldiers keep doubting me.\" \n\n*When the food she ordered came out, she began to drink water in a hurry*\n\n\"I've been running since before, and I'm so thirsty.\"\n\n*And she started to eat soup.*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Tavish clearely wasn't listening to neither of them, he was more listening to the growling of his stomac that became louder and louder each time*\n\"Ye ye keep talkin', it's very VERY interesting..\"\n*This was clearely to make it very clear that he didn't have a care in the world, there is no trying to reason more whit him,he alwredy spared your life he ain't gonna do much more*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would just lay there for the moment, resting his head. Though, a small red fox would soon join the group. It would jump up on the table, with agility matching a master. The fox would wonder around the table, but it would mostly stay close to Horace, who payed no mind to it. It would sit next to him, a deep growl coming from the fox's belly, making it clear of it's hunger. Soon, the bartender would arrive with two platters. They'd set one in front of Tavish and the other in front of Horace. Both containing there meals. Horace would get up from his rest on the table and remove his face mask, eating a bit of his eggs while the fox nibbled on the sausage. The elf seemed to enjoy his morning meal.*" }, { "author": "bisu1074", "message": "Kyoka cautiously asked Tavish, \"You really hate Oni, don't you?\"\n\n*She could tell his answer without asking him. Obviously, he had a look of dislike as soon as he first saw her*\n\n\"No matter how much you hate Oni, don't think all Onis will be the same. \n\n*And she looked at both at the same time and said,* \"Oni like me, is a good-natured Oni\"" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Tavish removed his helmet putting it at his lap and started to loudely eating his two well-made steaks ,his boiled egg and his piece of bread totaly ignoring what the oni as to say. He then did a loud burp and started to drink his watter whitout making in any noise, he then put his helmet back up*" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"If your such a good natured 'oni', then why were guardmen chasing you? I know from *Ahem* Experience *Ahem* Guards don't chase you just because your 'popular'. Hell to get them to even acknowledge you, you'd have to do something drastic.\"\n*After he spoke and ate he would lift and sip a cup of water. The fox had just finished the sausage as well. As Horace set down his drink, the fix would jump onto his shoulder. It turns to you all with a sleepy, happy and full look, yet smug somehow. *" }, { "author": "bisu1074", "message": "\"Eh... So...\" *She began to stutter.*\n\n \"The guards are making a fuss because I sneaked into the royal capital.\" \n\n*Kyoka began looking around, and the guards were still outside, but they soon moved to another place.*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Tavish after hearing that she sneaked into the royal capital spat out is coffee out of shock and screamed*\n\"YOU WHAT?!?!\"\n*Did she had the slightest idea of what did she just got into, the guards today aren't gonna be the slightest of her isues, but the bounty hunter, they won't just put her up in the dungeons, they would straight up kill her, even tough tavish would have done the same thing.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Oh boy, here we go again. Tavish, calm down or you wont like what happens next.\" *He pets the fox on his shoulder, standing and taking a step back as the bartender approaches, holding a giant pan. \"Is there a problem here?\" Says the bartender, who looks like shes about to snap a neck*" }, { "author": "bisu1074", "message": "*Kyoka muttered,* \"You ignored my story before, and now you're listening very well.\" *She was glaring at him*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Tavish wave off the bartender*\n\"Nah there no problem here,no need for your intervension,just someone that keeps saying things she shouldn't in front of a soldier..\"\n*He said glancing at the monster in the room*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*The bartender would smile.* \n\"Good, there better not be.\" \n*She turns around, walking back to her post. Horace would watch you two* \n\"Mr. Soldier, could you refresh my memory, what was the punishment for theft? Its been a while since i heard, and i wanted to know.\"" }, { "author": "bisu1074", "message": "*Sweat ran down from Kyoka's forehead*\n\"Yes, nothing's going on here. It's just a little thing.\"\n*She relaxed to some degree*\n\"It's unfair that I have to be dragged away by guards just because I saw the prince's face in the first place.\"\n\n~~noo~~ ~~im not trying to make middleage romance drama wt~~" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Tavish responded to horace*\n\"Depends, could be some day in jail,could be a few years, could be a public execution,depends on what, who and where it was stolen. Anyways i gotta go.\"\n*Tavish stood up and walked away to the exit where he left to start to do his job*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"What? You saw the princes face? Thats a crime punishable by death!\"\n*Horace was joking of course, though it might be true and Horace didnt know. He would turn back to Tavish, nodding as he responded and left.*\n\"And then there were two... So Kyoka. What is your profession?\"" }, { "author": "bisu1074", "message": "\"I look like this, but I'm actually an ordinary demon who selling apples in the store. Of course, sometimes some humans go crazy in my store just because I'm Red Oni.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Humans going crazy... Thats a interesting.\"\n*The small fox that sits on Horace's shoulder would jump off, landing on the table. Now that the standoffish and frankly dangerous soldier had left, the fox seemed more likely to venture out. It would wonder over to Kyoka, looking at her pitifully, as if asking for a few pats.*" }, { "author": "bisu1074", "message": "\"Your fox is a bit peculiar,\" *She was a little surprised.*\n\"Usually animals run away or turn aggressive when they see me, so I don't know if it's because I'm the demon or just because I'm the one.\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"She's just quite friendly.\"\n*Horace would stand, picking up the fox*\n\"Well, i better get going. Stuff isnt going to steal itself!\"\n*He Proclaims loudly before heading out the door, unfortunately is seems a guard was standing out side that heard him. Horace would make a dash away from the guard as they follows him shouting \"Stop in the name of the law!\"*" }, { "author": "bisu1074", "message": "\"Yeah, take care of yourself so you don't get caught by the guards\"" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Oshikuru was having a drink at a nearby tavern. Decent quality drink, but perhaps not so decent quality. No one likes soldiers when they drink. How did Oshikuru get the beer? Because he threatened the bartender. Simple. His new weapon was around his right hand. Sad that the Goluth broke it, but he needed a new weapon anyway. The crimson knuckle rested in his palm. Meanwhile, it was obvious that others looked at him, but were too afraid to approach the Oni. His bounty could be seen on the wall. 20 Gold. Decent.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*The tavern does have one person completely unafraid of the Oni, thoug.H. Maybe she's just stupid or maybe she's just that damn brave. Maybe it's a mix.\n\nOne of the Oriate kind casually saunters into the tavern and removes her hat, hanging it around her neck. She knows that some asshole might try using that to mess with her. Maybe pull it back, do some generally asshole action. But... Nobody does. She has that general... Aura, if you will.\n\n**\"Don't fuck with me.\"***\n\n*She notices the Oni... Hang on, who's that!?\n\nFuck, she knows who that is! Not that she cares, a potential helping hand is a good thing... She takes a seat near him, still putting just a little distance. No use just pissing the man off.*" }, { "author": "Koharu, the Undying", "message": "\"...Damn, you've got these guys wrapped around your finger, don't you?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Cowardly pretending to be polite never got her anywhere.*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*Taking a sip of his drink, he silently laughed at his power as the cool liquid went down his throat. It was just like the legends. Oni were creatures of immense strength and power, and few dared to challenge them. He could basically make people do whatever he wanted. Hearing a nearby voice, Oshi would turn to take a look at the speaker. She seemed like an Oriate. Quite rare. The most outstanding thing about her though, was that she didn't seem to fear him -at all-. Quite an interesting fellow.*\n\n\"People always say money makes the world go round. But if you really want to bend people to your will, power is the way to go. Noticed like you're not like anyone else. Who are you?\"\n\n*He would notice the two large weapons slung across her back. What seemed like a thinner version of his previous weapon, as well as a long bow, that wasn't quite symmetrical. No armor, but she looked like she knew how to use them.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "~~She now wears Lamellar btw~~" }, { "author": "Koharu, the Undying", "message": "\"Yeah, but money's a nice way to get that power. Koharu.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Koharu leans on her left hand and looks at the bartender, motioning to her newfound \"Friend\". Hey, may as well enjoy the benefits of being around the Oni, right?*" }, { "author": "Koharu, the Undying", "message": "\"If you may, good sir, I'd like a drink too.\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*The bartender would have a look of fear on his face as he pours the Koharu a drink. Oshikuru would let out a small chuckle.*\n\n\"Ah, something I can finally agree with! Oshikuru.\"\n\n*In the back, some soldiers would start to notice the bounty on the board. Several would get up.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She looks behind her, noticing the soldiers getting up. She slips her hat back on, glaring.*" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "6 Soldiers would enter, being of the Brayer race. They are clad in Steel Cuirasses with pauldrons, the arrow-proof variety, each wore a Sallet Helmet, and had a Fachion and Linden Wood, Rawhide Covered, Steel Rimmed Kite Shield in hand. On their backs are composite bows, with about 100 Steel-tipped arrows each, and 5 Francesca-throwing Axes on their hips. Their leader, Soldier 1 (S1), has a slight red-pain-job going on with their helmet.\n\n\"Well, looks like we got a wanted criminal here.\" He says, loudly, and confidently, as he unsheathes his sword. \"You there, criminal scum. Prepare to meet your maker!\" He cried, boldly, and approached with his goon squad.\n\nWith that the rest of the soldiers ready their swords, for what is likely to be a very interesting fight." }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Ah, so it begins. I don't like 'scum'. How about 'menace' instead?\"\n\n*With that, his brass knuckle slips onto his right hand. It's perfectly fitted on top of his gauntlet. He leans over and tells the bartender:*\n\n\"Hold my beer.\"\n\n*He gets up from his barstool, standing straight and arms by his sides. He slips on a helmet, shaped like a skull. His horns suddenly grow longer, and sharper. They look like they could impale a man.*\n\n\"How about one of you fight me first, and I'll see if the rest of you are worth it?\"" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "The Red-helmeted Soldier growls at the question of seeing if they were worthy of the challenge. He huffs, and Soldier 6 stepped forward. S6 is virtually the same as the others. \"Name your field of combat.\" S6 says, with a confident voice. They're soldiers, surely they can handle anything this criminal scum could throw at them!\n\nS1 merely watches, furrowing his brow, with a faint growl, but there's little else S1 will do, or the other 5 Soldiers for that matter in this situation, honor was important, of course. Combat was their natural element, though S6 hoped it would be in GLORIOUS Melee combat, where he personally excelled at." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Koharu just looks again at them. Oh for fuck's sake, who are these dipshits? She's as relaxed as it gets. Crossed legs, swivelling around to face the men, slightly drunk... Her body doesn't handle much alcohol, if any, she only drank it to impress the Oni. She gives a slight chuckle as she looks at them all... Oh boy, what a bunch.*" }, { "author": "Koharu, the Undying", "message": "\"Killing things. Something you lot have probably never done in your life.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She practically slides out of her chair, pulling out her Naginata and swinging it about.*" }, { "author": "Koharu, the Undying", "message": "\"Okay... You guys want to get to him, you have to get through me.\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Ah, let me take one on first. I'll turn this Brayer into ground beef!\"\n\n\"As for my field of combat... Let's say it's not very nice.\"\n\n*He suddenly takes a martial stance, his right arm, with the fist, close to his side. Looks like he's ready.*" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "\"Grooound Beeef?!\" S6 Moos angrily, and sheathed his sword, setting aside his shield, as he got into a hand-to-hand stance, a little worried about unarmed fighting, but he's confident. He's a soldier, he will succeed! He must, to honor his squad! \"I'll make yooooou eat thoooose words, criminal scum!\"\n\nS1 smirked, and watched from where he stood, interested to see this fight play-out now. \"Very well, and little girl you're going to get yourself hurt if you intervene.\" He remarked to Koharu, confident of S6's capabilities in CQC. The rest of the Squad lets off a rather loud \"MOO!\" To cheer on their squadie.\n\nS6 would take in a breath, and charged Oshikuru, striking out with his fist in a punch that he assumed would hurt, coming from the 8-Str Brayer he was. Although he wished he had an unarmed combat advantage, like spiked gauntlets, or something. Those would certainly be cool for him to use, some-day!" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*Ah, the Brayer. Big and stupid. He's not that smart either, but at least he's fast. Seeing the Brayer launch a right punch, he catches it using both his superior speed and strength in his left hand.Then, he punches upward, delivering a brutal uppercut to the Brayer's elbow, the enchantment of the blood red brass knuckles coming into play.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Sigh. Koharu continues to sip at her drink, motioning for more just to be a showoff. She's a huge lightweight, and it shows... She's already a little tipsy, and looking more than a little unfocused. But fear not. She still has those skills.*" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "The Brayer would moo in pain, as he got uppercutted in the elbow, and clenched his other fist, as he swung with his other-arm, lashing out, as he looked at his, noticing the damage done to him, and his eyes-widening, as he realized what he was getting into now. \n\nS1 narrowed his eyes, holding onto his sword with an angry \"Moo\" And a huff. He wasn't liking *This* At all, and noted Koharu was getting drunker, and drunker by the moment, as it is. He tried to think how he could use it to his squad's advantage, only getting madder by the minute. |This isn't going to be a pretty fight at all...| He thought.\n\nThe rest of the Squad watches, a bit nervously, questioning what they hoped would be easy pay. It surely wouldn't be now, of course." }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*Oshikuru easily ducks under the wild swing, his right hand placed near his hip, Karate style. The crimson surface of his weapon strikes with inhuman speed, landing in the groin of the Brayer, then rises up into an uppercut with the same arm. This was fun.*" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "S6 Would Moo in pain, upon taking the hit to his groin, and fell to his knees, his pained noises getting louder as his armor began complaining to the abuse it was taking, noticeable damage, and a hole beginning to form form the hits to his arm. \"Argh! Damn you, you criminal scum!\" He'd Moo out, and tried to rise back up to his feet.\n\nS1 Narrowed his eyes, stamping his feet, as he got angrier, and angrier at this outrageous fight that was humiliating one of his men, a hand reaching for his Falchion, though he knew better than to pull it out before S6 either surrendered, got knocked out, or fled the tavern.\n\nS6 struggles to restore his honor, lashing out wild and uncontrollably in his anger from behind hit." }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*Ah, rage. Such a bestial aspect of war, yet it served a purpose. But this Brayer had yet to learn how to control it. Quickly stepping back to avoid the strike, Oshikuru runs back in, grabbing the Brayer's horns, and introduces his face into the Oni's knee. As the cow is sent back from the impact, the demon looses a right hook into the dazed Itchsu's face.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Koharu is getting... Incredibly drunk. She finally trips over for just a moment, giggling like an idiot all the while. She adjusts her hat and her lamellar bracers. She props herself up with the Naginata...*" }, { "author": "Koharu, the Undying", "message": "\"I'm... *Hic* I'm ready for one of you... F'ck'n, mouthbreathers..." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Her voice is incredibly slurred. She's barely paying attention. Oh God, she's trying way too hard to impress this guy, isn't she... With her sole rational brain cell, she realises how far she pushed it.*" }, { "author": "Koharu, the Undying", "message": "\"Normally fuck'n... Better than this shit...\"\n\n\"Fuckin' Oni, ya better be worth all this..\"" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "S6 would be stunned, and struggling to find the energy to keep getting up, slowly trying to rise to his feet, before his body disagreed with him, and he fell back down, burdened by the weight of his armor, and his poor stability in that moment. \"Damn you! You... You cheated somehow!\" He snarled.\n\nS5 would approach Koharu slowly, confusedly. \"Miss... You seem to be... Drunk, maybe you shouldn't get involved?\" He asked, politely. They didn't *Want* To hurt a civilian by choice afterall.\n\nS1 approached S6, growling, and grabbed his arm. \"Get up you stupid fool! You're dishonoring you squad by giving up like this!\" He snarled. As scared as S6 is of failing his squad leader, he *Just* Can't fight anymore, and once he's let go, and falls again, with a weak, exhausted moo. Notably his coinpurse falls off his side during this third attempt.\n\n\"Alright, I've had it with you.\" S1 Mooed angrily, unsheathing his Falchion with a glare. \"You're going down right now!\" He said, confidently, and readied his shield." }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*Watching the Minotaur stumble back and fall, Oshikuru has a smug grin on his face. The brayers were renowned for their strength, yet this one got his ass beat.*\n\n\"Hahahahahaha! You think I need to cheat to defeat a clumsy oaf such as you? That would be downgrading myself. In combat, there are no rules. You fight till you drop, and you just dropped. To think a Beastkin, especially a Brayer, would be so weak.\"\n\n*To add even more insult, Oshikuru does a thumbs down with his right hand. Then, he looks towards Koharu. Seems like she can't handle as much alcohol as he can. Wonder how she fights. He then would hear the clink of a coinbag. Nice. Then the leader would draw his Falchion and level a shield. Was that wood? Interesting. He takes another stance, this time much more prepared for combat.*\n\n\"Come on, you can do better! I'm just getting warmed up!\"" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "S6 would remain down, and S1 huffed, stamping his foot, and turning his body, preparing to ~~Bull rush~~, charge Oshikuru for insulting his squadmate. His anger kept growing, and he charged quickly with his Brayer natural charge, mooing angrily. \"You're gunna regret calling one of my men weak!\" He growled.\n\nThe rest of the squad, readied their weapons, but said nothing currently. They weren't sure how this fight would go, and didn't wish to interrupt what could be a chance to regain the squad's honor. \"Yooooou can do it boss!\" S2 and S3 cheered." }, { "author": "Koharu, the Undying", "message": "\"Don't know... About that, honey, I mean-I mean you're tryin', but you ain't gettin' far, really..\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Ah, are you getting mad? I only speak the truth!\"\n\n*Ah, the classic bull charge. What an idiot. Oshikuru simply sidesteps and punches the Minotaur's kneecap. That should do it.*\n\n\"And the only thing I'm regretting is that you're so incompetent. Come on! I want a real challenge!\"" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "S1 growled as his kneecap was punched, causing him to stumble with a growl, and fall to one knee. He huffed, and mooed angrily, focusing himself to rise up properly. He re-readied his sword and shook his head. \"You're gunna pay for that!\" He growled, and approached, again. He swung with his sword. \"No one makes a fool of me!\"\n\nThe other soldiers watched, a little nervous now as it is. They had never seen their leader so angry, and getting so humiliated for the matter. They were quite uncertain what to do, and merely watched until their leader would call upon them, which given the situation was likely to be quite soon." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Koharu finally gets up. She's bored. Almost to tears, in fact. The repetitive cycle of the Oni beating the Brayer senseless lost its charm, and Koharu wants a slice of the pie. And what better way to get that... Than to join in yourself?\n\nShe walks up to a random soldier (just pick randomly) and attempts to slug him squarely in the jaw. Stupid? Yeah, probably. But she's drunk, and she's trying to get on the good side of the Oni. He's a violent fighter sort, doing this kind of shit will guarantee her a new ally.*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*Hah. A sword swing. Cute. Quickly ducking under the swing, Oshikuru punches him in the groin, using the right hand again.*\n\n\"I think we found the exception.\"" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "Soldier 4 had watched the woman approach, and watched her nervously, before he would, due to disbelief that anyone would just randomly decide to pick a fight with a soldier, and getting slugged in the jaw was... Quite a surprise to him, that he just stared at the woman, speechless.\n\nS1 mooed angrily, and stumbled, shaking his head as he grunted from the groin shot, falling to one knee. \"Damn! That's a cheap trick, criminal scum!\" He huffed. \"What're you guys waiting for an invitation?!\" He snarled to his squad, who, aside from S4, who was about to lash out with his fists to Koharu, and S3 who had sat down, and is now eating some food, oblivious to the danger. S2, and S5 charged after Oshi, slashing with their swords.\n\nS3 relaxed, eating his meal, happily, not even paying attention to the battle going on. Why would he, when food is more important to him in the moment!" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*Looks like Koharu decides to join. Watching the Oriate slug a soldier in the jaw, he acknowledges her guts. Or maybe it's because she's drunk. Who gives a fuck though.*\n\n*On another note, the two brayers swung at him. This is easy. He swiftly sidesteps to get to the side of S2, making S2 in the way of him and S5, and delivers a roundhouse to the back of the soldier's knee, then grabs his horns from the back and shoves them into Soldier 5, blocking any attack from him, or simply ramming S2's head into S5's.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "S2 and S5 would be stunned by their heads being rammed together, both momentarily out of the fight. S1 mooed angrily, and grabbed one of his throwing axes, tossing it at Oshikuru, with a snarl, and then moved to charge back into the fray.\n\nS3 continued to eat, enjoying his meal, with a happy moo. He was loving the chicken he was eating, along with a nice glass of cheap wine, it is a nice combo for him, he glances over to the fighting, and shrugged faintly. He was going to finish eating, before he got into the fight, for sure." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Koharu gets ready for the fight to begin, and just tanks the first punch to the face. She immediately casts her Advanced Rejuvenation.\n\nShe's been practicing that spell for a while. She managed to greatly enhance its healing capacity... Now, using that spell, her body regenerates at an incredible pace. There's even more to go, but for now a broken rib healed every 5 seconds is good.\n\nShe immediately kicks at his shins and throws herself off the floor. If her enemy trips from the kick, she attempts to punch the back of his head. She wipes her bloodied nose.*\n\n**Advanced Rejuvenation casted. No mana used l0l**" }, { "author": "Koharu, the Undying", "message": "\"Let's... Fuck'n go!\"" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "S4 stumbled, and mooed in surprise his eyes widening as he'd be tripped from the kick, and his helmet would be knocked off of head head from the punch. \"Oh great. I'm losing to... Her, and she's drunk...!\" He'd huff, shaking his head faintly, as focused on getting back up, mooing once more in anger." }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "~~Way of the Drunken Fist XD~~" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "~~100 Proof only, eh?~~" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*A throwing axe? Seriously? Oshikuru decides to just fucking catch the thing, since only one side is bladed. He tosses it to the side, then delivers a spinning back kick to the S1's abdomen.*\n\n*Looking back to Koharu, it looks like she decided to just tank the punch. What a badass move. Just fucking take it. He noticed though, that the injury didn't seem to stay permanent, looking like it was already healing. Seems like this woman was more of a brute force kind of character. Very respectable.*\n\n\"Are you serious? A throwing axe? What kind of disgraceful Brayer are you?\"" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "S1 would grunt, stumbling, as he stood, falling down, and *Clink* Goes his money-bag, S1 would try to get up, groaning in pain. He mooed angrily, as he narrowed his eyes. \"Honor is important, but taking a criminal in, is worth the price of losing a little honor from a throwing axe.\" He said, chuckling." }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*Oshikuru would laugh. This Brayer thinks that he's going to capture him?Oh look, money.*\n\n\"Hahahahahaha! What a joke. You're going to capture me? Doesn't look like it. Come on!\"\n\n*He pounds his chest with his right hand, then gets in a Karate stance again.*" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "S1 snarled, and shook his head, as he reached for a second throwing axe. He'd get up, with a grunt. He'd grab the axe and swung it, blindly at Oshikuru, offended by his insults. \"I'll catch you yet!\"\n\nS2 and S5 approached, and slashed at Oshikuru from the sides, going to flank him to support their squad leader. They mooed in anger, and annoyance at him.\n\nS3 continues to at, mooing happily at his table, content to his meal." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Any normal person would still have their broken, bloodied nose drenching their face, covering their upper chest and mouth in crimson blood. But not Koharu. Her nose has already completely regenerated, and it's like nothing ever happened.\n\nShe grabs the enemy Brayer's left horn with her left hand, and attempts to elbow the back of his head with her right arm, slamming it directly in. If this succeeds, and he's knocked out through sheer bad luck, she wipes her bloodied face clean again, motioning to the other guards.*" }, { "author": "Koharu, the Undying", "message": "\"Well? What're you waiting for?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Yep that's what she does*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*3 way attack? He's dealt with this before. He just, steps back out of the range of the axe, blocks one sword blow with his left arm, and punches the other sword using his fist. Will it work? Maybe. Hopefully. That would look cool.*\n\n*Koharu perhaps wasn't the most dexterous fighter, but she was certainly resilient. Perhaps she would make a good accomplice.*" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "S4 would growl, and would fall down, getting knocked the fuck out from the woman, and *Clink* Goes his coin-purse to the floor. S2's sword-arm shook from the punch to his sword, and the blade just *Shatters* At the force. He stares in disbelief at the now busted sword. The other sword would be blocked successfully, leaving Oshikuru in a rather cool ~~but anime-like~~ moment.\n\nS5 would gape at the broken sword, and kicked at Oshi, with a disbelieving look, while S1 got up to his feet, slashing with his axe. S2 would step back, nervously, unsure what to think about his now broken beyond-belief sword." }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*Yes. It worked. He can officially break swords. Now time to get a tetsubo. Why? To break better swords. He catches the kick in his left hand, holding it in front of him, the brayer to his left. He moves said leg to block the slash with the axe, and using both hands to hold the leg, stomps on the Brayer's knee, breaking it, then stomps on the soldier's hip, dreadfully breaking the leg, raising the leg to his head, while his torso went to the ground. If you have no idea what Im'm talking about, it's from a scene in Ip Man.*" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "S2 yelled in pain, and struggled, as he was getting injured, and whimpered, as the sheer pain overloaded his senses and he would be knocked out. S1 narrowed his eyes, glaring, as he growled, and mooed, going to grab his sword again, and swing at Oshi, getting angrier by the moment.\n\nS3 is still enjoying his seemingly endless meal." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*The drunk Oriate picks up the Brayer's discarded helmet. She pauses for a stupid amount of time.\n\nThen she slaps it on her head, chucking her hat away. It probably doesn't fit well, but my god, she's asserting her dominance. She kneels down to him for a moment, sneering, before she gets up and looks at Oshikuru, and to Soldier 3.*" }, { "author": "Koharu, the Undying", "message": "\"I think we should leave. We've proven our prowess enough.\"" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Almost done. Just this last one.\"\n\n*He punches the sword used for the swing, shattering it yet again. He then grabs his neck using his left hand, quickly punches him in the groin using his right, then uses that force to lift the Brayer over his head. He lets out a shout of dominance.*\n\n\"Ahahahaha! You thought you can stand a chance against an Oni? Not even 4 of you could take me on!\"\n\n*He slams the giant Brayer into the floor, smashing the wooden floorboards. Once that's done, he picks up S2's sword and chops off each of S1's horns. Then he goes around, taking the moneybags from each of them, and also removing their armor and helmets. As for S3, if there's a moneybag, he takes it. He then turns to Koharu.*\n\n\"Ah, now we have. You're quite tough, especially for an Oriate. They're not known for their resilience.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*\"Not known for their resilience\"!? If you use pretty boys like Arthur Dax as a baseline for what an Oriate looks like, then yes, Oriates aren't very tough. But damn, Koharu can't help but feel more than a little annoyed at that remark... \"Not known for their resilience\", what kind of Oriates has this man met?*" }, { "author": "Koharu, the Undying", "message": "\"Yeah, that's because prissy Kitsune ruin it for us... Don't compare us to those shitheads.\"" }, { "author": "Game Master Cid", "message": "The third Soldier continued to eat, pretending he wasn't the ultimate coward, and the squad would be all out-cold otherwise. In total, each Brayer had a coin-purse of 2.5 gold each, along with the horns which would certainly fetch a fine price, unless one wished to keep them as trophies, the armor, and the weapons they had... Well they'd make a nice little paycheck from that, for sure.\n\nS1 certainly won't be happy without his horns once he woke up, but who cares? They should be *Long* Gone by then, and hopefully without much of a trace of where they went." }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*After finally looting everything, he turns to Koharu.*\n\n\"Ah, the Kitsune. Cowards who use magic to make up for a lack of physical ability. I'm fine with a little, to boost one's own power.\"\n\n\"What I really meant was that I haven't seen many people that can recover from a face punch that quickly, and heal back up all the way.\"\n\n*He tosses Koharu half of the loot.*\n\n\"You've earned my respect. You deserve it.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hmm... No, Koharu isn't taking anything here. She got what she wanted.*" }, { "author": "Koharu, the Undying", "message": "\"Nah, I'm good. Don't want to make a worse name for myself.\"\n\n\"...Than I already have, of course.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna had watched the newcomer walk from table to table, wondering if she was either looking for something or was somehow even more extroverted than both Shuvah and Miyaro combined. Lost in thought, Juna hadn't realized that Charlotte had made her way over to the table and was asking her questions. She blinked, shaking her head to clear her thoughts.*\n\"Horace...?\"\n\n *Of course Juna knew who the lady was talking about. How could she possibly forget the 6 foot elf who threatened them with a dagger over Jace growling at his fox? A perfect description, though it took Juna a moment to think about. Only about a couple days have passed and already she had tried to forget about what happened. Staring up at Charlotte, more so indirectly, Juna eventually says:*\n\"Yeah... I've actually seen him recently. He-\"\n\n *She was going to say more, but was interrupted by a sudden bark from Jace. He had finished another trip around the tavern and made his way back to the table, looking at Charlotte distrustfully. He began to sniff her, testing to make sure she wasn't hostile like the last elf to come across their path.*" }, { "author": "Charlotte Caranaro", "message": "*Charlotte looked upon the girl with a look of incredible happiness. Finally, someone who knew him and could help her! She had searched so long until she got a tip that Horace had been here. So to get a tip that's actually truthful was... Amazing! Charlotte ignored the girl's insistence on avoiding eye contact, as she was so excited. She listened to the girl speak, though giving a look of confusion as the two were interrupted by a random bark. She would look down to the floor, noticing the jackal that was at her feet, smelling her.*\n\"Oh, why hello there little one.\"\n*She would kneel down to the dog, allowing it to sniff her a little more before petting its head gently. Creating what seemed like a gentle, cozy atmosphere, different from her panicked, frustrated atmosphere she had before.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Jace's tail would lightly wag back and forth in response, clearly having came to the conclusion that Charlotte wasn't a threat. He allowed the elf to pet him for a little bit before he eventually moved away and began circling the table, acting like he was guarding the area of space around it. Juna let out an inaudible laugh. She knew that under any other circumstance, Jace would have laid down and let this random lady pet him all day. It was clear that he enjoyed it, but he knew better than to get too comfortable around someone he just met.*\n\"I think he likes you...\"\n\n *Juna had said it with a quiet chuckle before decidedly thinking back to what they were talking about before Jace had interrupted. Charlotte had seemed happy at the news that Juna knew where Horace had been, but Juna wasn't quite sure why this lady would want to find someone like him. Was she a guard, some kind of assassin out to kill him? She thought back to how Horace was injured on the brink of death when they first met. Was this elf looking for him in order to finish the job? These thoughts could have been seen as unrealistic to some extent but with Juna's imagination it seemed pretty valid. After all she couldn't see anyone wanting to find the elf for any other reason. Juna tilted her head in curiosity.*\n\"Is Horace a friend of yours...?\"\n\n *It seemed like a stupid question on Juna's behalf, but she couldn't help but ask it as she expected an opposite response.*" }, { "author": "Charlotte Caranaro", "message": "*Charlotte would chuckle lightly at the jackal's response to her pats, Charlotte liked animals. She would stand up as Jace moved away from her, circling the table. She would look back at the Canifor as they spoke.*\n\"That's nice, i have a long history with animals, so i like them, quite a lot.\"\n*Charlotte would pull up a chair, sitting at the table with a sigh. She seemed tired, as if she had been up since midnight, looking around. She would look at you with a confused look as you asked her.*\n\"Oh! I assume Horace didn't tell you his last name, its Caranaro. Him and I are siblings, if you hadn't noticed. If your wondering why im looking for him, its a lot of things. He's my brother, and i want to be reunited with him, but im also a bounty hunter, so i need to put him in jail. Ever since i heard that another guard dealt a fatal blow to my brother, ive been looking looking for him to see if he's ok... I got a few tips that people had seen him around, so now im here.\"\n*She would let out a small sigh, damning her brother for being so reckless and stupid as to becoming a thief, let alone getting hit.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"You're his... Sister...?\"\n*Juna's eyes widened in surprise. Jace looked up at the mention of this and let out a half-bark that sounded like a confused 'what?' She listened to Charlotte's explanation of what's been happening to bring her here. A bounty hunter looking to turn in her own brother? If it was anyone other than Horace, Juna would have thought of it as cruel but even then it confused her that someone who seemed to care about their sibling so much would be willing to do such a deed. Looking at the way she acted, Juna would have hardly been able to guess that the two of them were related.*\n\"If you care about your brother so much... Why would you want to have him put in jail...?\"\n *Juna had grown curious. It had been a short while since she had last saw Horace and he was perfectly fine granted the group had to find a healer to save his life. She had never met a bounty hunter before and it made her wonder what Horace could have done to get himself into so much trouble besides constantly threatening people. Jace had stopped circling the table coming to sit at their feet. He looked as if he was intently listening with his ear perked up to their highest, but he could have also been awaiting for food to be given to him for his impeccable guarding work.*" }, { "author": "Charlotte Caranaro", "message": "\"Yes, hard to believe, i know. Every person ive mentioned this too who knew Horace has said something like that.\" \n*Charlotte watch they're reactions with an indifferent look. She had heard similar for so long it didn't matter to her anymore. The half bark made by Jace warranted a small laugh. \"Quite a smart dog, seems to understand human speech.\"*\n\"Im trying to help my brother, but he's too stubborn. In jail, he can reflect on his actions and come out a better person. Jail is much safer too, he'd never get hurt like i heard he did in jail. Im just trying to do what's best for him... Letting him walk around as he pleases us dangerous, he could get hurt again, god forbid... Dead.\"\n*Charlotte would notice Jace, finishing his patrol and coming back for a reward. She would stand, going over to the bartender and ordering a small plater of meat, and an ale. She'd leave a small bag of coins and walk back over to the table, waiting quietly for the meat and ale to arrive.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna found herself relaxing a bit despite being in the bounty hunter's presence. She didn't seem like a bad person, but then again neither did Horace and yet here they were. Seeing Jace acting fairly comfortable around the Elf at least convinced Juna that there was nothing for her to worry about. \n Watching Charlotte leave to talk to the bartender, Juna had decided to tell the exhausted elf what had happened with Horace or at the very least all she knew. She waited for Charlotte to return to the table before eventually saying:*\n\"...The first time I saw Horace, he was on the brink of death from a wound someone gave him. Luckily for him the others that arrived in town with us managed to find a healer to help save him...\"\n *Juna had said the first part, figuring it would at least relieve Charlotte with the knowledge that her brother was alive. She wasn't exactly sure if she should continue to what had happened or nearly happened here at the bar moments after the group helped him. The thought alone, sickened her with the idea that either Jace or herself could have been attacked in a fight they weren't ready for or frankly expecting.*" }, { "author": "Charlotte Caranaro", "message": "*Charlotte listened intently for Juna's confession, Charlotte looked annoyed, yet happy.*\n\"Thank you for telling me this... I swear, i might kill him if he doesn't die by himself, who does he think he is, making his sister worry so much over nothing? Anyways, what happened after?\"\n*The bartender soon came by, setting a small try of meat down next to Charlotte along with an ale. Charlotte thanks the bartender, turning to Jace hand offering some meat. She would give a gentle smile if the jackal takes the meat, but would give a look of confusion if he rejected it. Charlotte would turn to the the girl.*\n\"By the way, i dont know if i ever learned your name, care to enlighten me?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Jace took the meat without hesitation, carrying it away so that he could enjoy his reward for himself. Juna wasn't sure if Charlotte was being literal or not when she said she'd kill her brother, but Juna figured it was probably best that she told the rest of what happened and answered Charlotte's question. Turning her gaze shyly, Juna says:*\n\"I'm Juna...\"\n\n *Jace had eventually returned from eating his treat and was sniffing around for any remains that he might have missed. Juna looked down at him and smiled at his amusing commitment to not let a bit of food get away.*\n\"...And this is Jace.\"\n\n *Juna's tail swayed back and forth before she eventually looked back at Charlotte and continued the story:*\n\"Horace brought us here to treat us as a way to say thank you for saving his life, but...\"\n*The canifor wasn't quite sure how to transition to what happened next. Should she talk about the way he secluded himself from everyone else while they ate or was that an unneeded detail? Juna looked down at Jace. He was licking his chops, enjoying what was left of the meat that had gotten on his face. The Jackal looked up at Juna and, seeing her look at him, hung his tongue out looking quite content with himself. Sometimes it surprised Juna how easily Jace was able to switch from being aggressive to being friendly. With a sigh, Juna finishes what she was going to say:*\n\"There was a... Situation...\"\n\n *Juna wasn't sure what else to call it without having to explain fully what had happened. She alone wasn't even quite sure what was going on that lead to the Elf threatening them with a dagger. Her ears dropped at the thought. The Macen was right, there were people here who could be out to get them if they aren't careful. That thought clung to her while she wondered if she was doing the right thing, telling this bounty hunter about a person Juna hardly knew anything about.*" }, { "author": "Charlotte Caranaro", "message": "*Charlotte watched as Jace walked away with his reward. She'd look back at juna once she told Charlotte her name.*\n\"Juna and Jace, huh? Those are some nice names.\"\n*Charlotte looked at the jackal, who was searching for anymore scraps. She'd offer another piece of meat to Jace. Looking back to Juna as she continued the story, nodding along to it.*\n\"It's not like Horace to try to repay people, unless he has something to gain from it. He probably wanted to get a good first impression with you all for later. Or maybe he wanted to get one of you drunk so he could steal from them... Who knows honestly, Horace's mind is foggy and no one can really get a read on him. That's what I know from what I've heard at least.\" \n*She would take a sip of the ale as Juna looked at her pet and continued.* \n\"A situation? Could you tell me about it?\"\n*Charlotte would set her mug down, seemingly more invested in the story than she already was.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Jace grabbed the meat and laid down to eat it more slowly. He seemed satisfied with the reward and was reaching the brink of fullness. Juna looked back at Charlotte, then down at Jace. Jace had let out a yawn and was now resting his head on his paws lazily.*\n\"Well... I guess... Jace was being aggressive to this fox Horace has...\"\n\n *Juna was saying this part with uncertainty because she wasn't completely sure what Jace had been doing to anger the elf.*\n\"He told me to call my Jackal off and threatened us with a dagger... And I...\"\n*She paused, thinking back at the moment. What would have happened if she had said nothing to Jace? If she had remained hesitant to respond with her inability to understand what was going on? Jace could have been hurt, or killed, the both could have. The idea made it hard for her to continue, but she said in a more shaky voice:*\n\"I wasn't sure... What was happening... I thought everyone was getting along just fine...\"\n\n *Jace looked up at Juna, tilting his head to the side.*\n\"I told Jace to leave his pet alone... And... He did...\"\n*Juna calmed down, letting out a sigh.*\n\"Everything was fine after... And that's when he left us to get some sleep for the night...\"\n*Juna didn't really want to mention the actions of her drunk companions, Horace's weak apology, or the blind healer who was worrying herself to death over the orphaned children she had to return to that night. She figured that the information she gave, would be enough to satisfy the Elf.*" }, { "author": "Charlotte Caranaro", "message": "*Charlotte would ignore the jackal after he took the meat, still focusing on Juna.*\n\"Yes, that would do it... Horace takes his pet very seriously. If he deems you a threat, he'll fight or threaten you into submission. Though I bet it wasn't warranted, that fox has trouble with most other animals.\"\n*Charlotte would let out a sigh, Horace seemed to make messes where ever he went. To think he would threaten such a nice person like Juna? The elf would shake her head in dissapointment with her own family.*\n\"I'm sorry you had to go through that... Horace can be a nice guy, but only if you look for the good in him. I hope you give him a second chance.\" \n*Charlotte would drink the last of her ale and eat the last piece of meat on the plater.*\n\"One last question, do you have an idea of where Horace could be? Anything would help.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna wasn't sure if she would be able to trust the Elf anytime soon after that, but despite it she nodded along to what Charlotte said about Horace being a nice person. Even with how far fetched it seemed to Juna at the time. Hearing Charlotte's final question, Juna dropped her gaze.*\n\"I'm not sure where he went... It's been a couple days or so and I guess he left while the rest of us were asleep...\"\n*Juna felt bad that she couldn't provide that much help with Charlotte's search for her brother, but she hoped what she had said was enough to at least give her an idea of where he could be. Perhaps Charlotte would have an idea of where he would have gone, seeing as the two of them were related.*" }, { "author": "Charlotte Caranaro", "message": "\"That's quite unfortunate... Thank you for your time today, sorry if I held you up at all.\" \n*Charlotte would stand up from her seat, extending a hand to Juna as a goodbye.*\n\"It was nice meeting you Juna, I hope we can meet again under better circumstances.\"\n*Charlotte would look at the sleepy Jace and then back to Juna with a smile. Regardless if juna had taken her hand or not Charlotte would move to the exit. Waving goodbye to the two before exiting and moving out of sight.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would take her hand before eventually moving it away and watch as Charlotte turned to leave. She wanted to say how it wasn't a waste of her time, but couldn't find the words before Charlotte had headed to the exit. Instead, Juna waved goodbye to the Elf and looked down at Jace with a light smile, petting him atop his head.*" } ]

[ { "author": "nemo.bin", "message": "*Abzu was simply straight vibing by himself in a corner. He had his mug in one hand, and was flipping a coin in the other. He sighed, and put the coin away, taking a sip from his drink. It had been a while since he had had any form of good conversation with anyone.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace entered the tavern with a tried and apathetic look. After the raid that guardsmen organized, Horace just wanted a good meal. Looking around the bar, he'd notice another elf sitting in a corner alone. The elf would think back to the last time he encountered another elf, which brought found memories. Horace would approach the bar, ordering some French fries and some water before approaching his fellow elf. He would observe him in his entirety, before saying.* \n\"Could i have a seat here? Been a while since ive seen another elf around here, my names Horace.\"\n*Horace would take a seat if Abzu would allow it, extending his hand as if to hand shake it.*" }, { "author": "nemo.bin", "message": "\"Hm? Sure, go ahead\"*He shook his hand.*\"I've not seen an elf in a while, but that's partly my fault, I haven't exactly been searching...\"*He sighed*\"I've not been up to much in general to be honest... Just going about my job... What about you...?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would nod until the topic of job came up. How does one come out with saying hes a thief? The answer, he doesn't.*\n\"Oh y'know, just a normal day. I work as a mercenary, but business has been slow as of late.\"\n*Horace's fries and water would soon arrive at the table. Horace would hand the waitress a small bag of silver as payment. He'd take off his hood and mask, continuing on and eating some fries before looking up at you.* \n\"Oh, im sorry, you want some fries?\"" }, { "author": "nemo.bin", "message": "\"No thanks... Also... Whys business been slow? For me I've had floods of people... I'm a tinkerer, after all, who specialises in jewellery and metalwork... Recently a lot of people have wanted jewelry I guess...\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Suit yourself, as for work, im not entirely sure. I suppose the guards do their work just fine, so there's no need for Mercs like me. The only missions i get are truly bloody ones, on the verge of illegality.\" *Horace would continue eating, finishing his small meal not before long.*" }, { "author": "nemo.bin", "message": "\"Hm... Makes sense... Is there much disrest in this country? I travel alot, see, and am fairly far behind on the politics of each continent\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Things are relatively peaceful here, or so I've seen. Im not too keen on politics either. There's an occasional fight or tow, but the guards settle it quite cleanly. I hear there's a couple thief's around here too, so if your a jeweler, you might want to match out.\" *Horace would grin at this, being a thief himself, he know no single jeweler could stop a thief. Horace might even pay the other elf a visit or two. Horace would finish his water, placing his face mask back on.*" }, { "author": "nemo.bin", "message": "\"Hm?\"*He lifted his eyebrow. Was that so... Well... What kind of mercenary wears a mask in a tavern? And grins at the mention of thieves? He would watch out, just in case.*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*\"Shit... Might of just given myself away...\". Horace would shrug slightly.* \"Just a word of advice from a fellow elf...\"" }, { "author": "nemo.bin", "message": "\"Right... Well... I should probably get going now...\"*He stood, his drink only have drunk. He slowly walked out, giving him one last glance as he exited.*\"Bye...\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would wave off the other elf, approaching the bartender and getting a room. Going upstairs, he'd unlock and enter his room, and begin making plans for a robbery of a near by Jewelry store*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*The last light of the day was fading as the sun set, casting a pleasant dull golden glow over the buildings. Most people were already on their way home, packing up stalls in the market, locking up their businesses, but the tavern was always open, and by now was bustling with activity as work weary folks relaxed for the evening, singing,  drinking and dancing their hard earned money away.\n\nA tall- towering in fact- and heavy set figure approaches, a spring in her step despite her thick frame, and she even hums a jaunty tune. A female Mogash, and a big one at that, light green skin, broad shoulders and broader hips, she's clad in hefty, knee high leather boots with tight cloth pants, and a sleeveless leather and steel armoured top. The amount of material used is staggering, at least three times as much as a human woman would need, all to contain the enormous chest beneath, a generous amount of cleavage on show. She bears no weapons, but her fists and forearms are covered with huge, steel knuckled gauntlets, clearly crafted and specially fitted, much like her chest piece. Given her size and obvious strength, it's pretty obvious that she punches things with those gloves.\n\nHips swinging, chest bouncing, and long wild hair flowing in the slight breeze, she comes to a halt before the doorway, grins broadly with small tusks poking from her chunky lips, and with a nod, she pushes the door roughly open, and ducks under the entrance.*\n\n\"Well now!! You all don't look quite drunk enough to me!\"\n*She roars at the startled crowd within. Her voice is deep and husky, yet still feminine, strong and well used. This is a woman who likes to -talk-. She stands there, massive form blocking the doorway, fists planted firmly upon her massive hips and an open, friendly smile beaming on her surprisingly attractive face. The patrons remain quiet, shocked by the appearance of such a boisterous orc, but soon give up a cheer when she produces a gold coin, and slides it across the bar top to the tavern owner.*\n\n\"This round is on me!!\"\n\n*The noise returns as people clink glasses and make toasts to the generous woman. Neesha herself turns and sits her large behind on the bar, the wood groaning beneath the weight,  and folds her arms under her enormous chest. The tiny wooden stools would never hold up her frame, sadly.\n\nContent for now, she lets her dark yellow eyes drift across the various people, curious and amused.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Hips swinging, chest bouncing, and long wild hair flowing in the slight breeze," }, { "author": "Mari Kankashin", "message": "*Dusk was slowly embracing the town as the night slowly started to fall. While most citizens meet up with their family inside their thatched house, it wasn't the case for some of them, like Mari, who prefered to end a day with a drink or two.*\n*The imposing woman was sitting in the corner of the inn's main room, sharpening her guandao with a common whetstone, with a freshly emptied mug in front of her. While she didn't seem particularily mean, she surely was intimidating for most of the small macens here, and her bloody red eyes pushed that feeling even further. Seeing an oni in its true form was quite a rare sight already in Salvainia as most of them used their shapeshifting ability to fit in the society, but catching a glimpse on a red oni here was even more of an event, as those prefered to avoid the other civilizations.*\n*The demoness rose her eyes and interupted her work when a firm female voiced boomed in the room. Realizing the origin of that warrior voice, she raised a brow while her eyes widened. A mogash? And what a new character! Mari lengthily fixed the tall and curvaceous figure, her sight delighted y such a display of curves. While her glance wasn't really discreet at all, maybe she wouldn't have been noticed since that big newcomer monopolized the men's attention and she seemingly was busy loudly inviting everyone. Strength, beauty and money? That mogash packed them all!*\n*Mari softly bit her lips. That was an unexpected but really pleasant encounter, and she didn't count the days until she last met a woman of her calibre. She re-attached her weapon on her back and raised in height. It was time to get that offered drink. And, why not, chat with that beauty if she would've allowed her to.*\n*She stopped near the counter and seized one of the mugs that the barman prepared and threw a friendly - although piercing - glance to the green woman.*\n`\"Thanks. Very generous of you... Ma'am?...\"` *She impolitely asked.*" }, { "author": "Neesha", "message": "*The she-orc had been happily regaling several nearby men with tales of her last fight, slapping the counter and making the glasses rattle. Despite her large and imposing figure, she did have a kind of beauty that many people found desirable, and so, emboldened by alcohol, several of the patrons had gathered around the massive woman, appearing almost as children next to her, though half of them keep their gaze fixed firmly on the jaw dropping cleavage on display.\n\nThe orc seems to either not notice the ogling, or perhaps she simply doesn't care, the mischievous smile never leaving her pretty face. One arm is tucked neatly beneath her massive chest, the other held loosely up with a jug of ale loosely dangling from her pinky finger.\n\nDespite their newfound bravery, they almost all scatter at the Oni woman's approach, possibly having learned to avoid her. Neesha herself pauses mid speech to watch her, her eyes trailing up and down the woman's form with zero subtlety, clearly admiring the view. The fact that she can look this woman eye to eye is ..Very unexpected, and she seems to posses a physique very similar to her own. Interesting.. Very interesting. When was the last time Neesha had spoken to someone her size? She could hardly remember.*\n\n*Grinning even more widely, she raises her half empty glass in salute, before blowing a kiss or two to a couple of the prettier men as they leave. Her attention soon returns to the oni, and she holds her red eyed stare with her own, yellow one.*\n\n\"Neesha, daughter of Mag, at your service. Who might you be, hmm?\"\n\n*Everything about the orc is friendly and flirty, and she regards the demon girl with her head tilted to one side, then flicks her mass of hair the other way. Every movement of her big backside causes the bar counter to creak, and the tavern keeper shoots several concerned glances her way, but he says nothing, intimidated, and.. Well, she did spend a fair bit of money. And it was a VERY nice backside.*" }, { "author": "Mari Kankashin", "message": "*Those wooden creaks didn't go unnoticed by the horned girl, who briefly glanced at the mass causing the noises, but more discreetly this time. Mari sipped a third of her mug before resting a casual elbow on the counter. It was nice to not have to lower her gaze for once. *\n`\"Neesha?... Nice name.\"` *She neutraly replied while trying to resist the temptation to look down. 'Must... Not look...'* `\"... Er, mine's Mari. Mari Kankashin.\"`\n*Down went another third of the ale mug before an awkward silence took place. Yeah... That encounter was definitely a good one. She just had to find a good topic.*\n`\"... I suppose you're a mogash, right? Those puny female humans are nothing compared to your... Uh... Stature. It feels good to find someone of your size though.\"`\n*She toasted before gulping the rest of her beer, loudly putting down the emptied mug. She pursued her introduction, trying to create the sparks necessary to start this conversation.*\n`\"You surely did a long way to come to the Empire. I remember when I was a kid... I often ran away from my tribe to play with other mogash children in the Okiangupi mountains. Good memories, haha!\"` *She chuckled.*\n*Hopefully that would've attracted the orcess into chatting.*" }, { "author": "Neesha", "message": "*The big orc girl laughs, her head tipping back slightly. She liked this woman already, she could tell. Funnily enough, she was thinking more or less the same thing; not having to look down was a pleasant change these days. Although, a quick glance certainly wouldn't hurt. She grins, and slowly raises her eyes back to Maris.'*\n\n\"A Mogash, guilty as charged!\"\n\n*She chuckes, gesturing with a hand down at herself. Without even looking around, she waves her mug for the barman to refill, which he dutifully does, reaching up on his tip toes to do so. She brings it back around and up to her lips, tipping the entire drink upwards and gulping it down in one! Satisfied, she inhales deeply, mighty chest straining even further at the armoured bodice, before letting out a long and happy sigh. She puts the mug down for now and focuses on the Oni.*\n\"Pretty far, yes! I'm not even sure how far to be honest. I just hit the road, and kept on walking!.\"\n*Neesha laughs again, a merry giggle that seems out of place on someone her size, and it causes a few more men to stare over, smirking and nudging each other. Two amazons at the bar.*\n\n\"Okiangupi? Oh yeah, I have a few cousins up there, I think. I've never been though. And, you're one of the only Oni I've ever met! Are they all as good looking as you?\"\n*She asks, bluntly, her eyes twinkling.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Mari Kankashin", "message": "*Mari nervously giggled and avoided her twinkling eyes. Did she just call her good-looking? A first time since she left her tribe a few years ago. But fortunately for her, she didn't blush that easily. The demoness would've needed more to succomb to her feelings. She kept a neutral attitude toward the green amazone.*\n`\"Err, really? I mean, since most of onis disguise themselves like cowards, this shouldn't really surprise me.\"` *She disdainly replied. Seemed like she had a grudge against her own race, or something.*\n*She then glanced back at Neesha and pursued her verbal questionnaire.*\n`\"What is a mogash warrior like you doing here in Salvainia? Got a few bounties to collect?\"` *She inquisitively frowned. * `\"Because personally, that's my case. Not that I care for these puny macen, but they pay well and compared to the desert, there is a lot of work here.\"`\n*She extended an arm, signaling the barman that she desired another round. She didn't seem to pay any attention to the peasants or other commoners in the bar. All that caught her interest right now was that beautiful orcess. While the latter seemed enthusiastic and generous, she seemed quite reserved. But at least she would've made a good partner.*" }, { "author": "Neesha", "message": "\"Cowards huh? Hmm.\"\n\n*Neesha rubs along her jaw with her thumb while she thinks, lips pouting slightly. She hadn't met enough Oni to judge if they were cowards, but then again how would she know? Oni could disguise themselves as macen after all. She shrugs her broad shoulders, and leans slightly back, more wood creaking under her rear, then crosses one thick thigh over to the other, the big leather boot on her upper leg bouncing loosely in the air.*\n\n\"Bounties? Oh, sure sure. To be honest, I don't really care too much about money. What I'm after some good fights!\"\n\n*The curvy orc punches her fist into her palm, grinning and flexing her impressive physique.*\n\n\"If I can get paid for it, well, that's just a bonus. All I want is to grow stronger, to achieve my full potential!\"\n\n*As she talks, she becomes more animated, big hair and and bigger chest bouncing mightily. Clearly she's passionate about.. Well, fighting.*\n\n\"The stronger I become, the more glory I can achieve! Just the thought of taking down some enemy, slaying some monster..\"\n\n*She shudders visibly, then shakes her head with a laugh.*\n\n\"Ah, sorry sorry. I get talking too much sometimes. As for the macens.. Okay, sure they're small and puny, but they can be a lot of fun! And surprisingly good fighters. And lovers..\"\n\n*The she orc smirks, offering Mari a slow wink, then raps her own mug on the bar for a refill.*\n\n\"More booze! I need to get drunk, and for that I just drink a LOT. How about you, Mari. Is money your goal? Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course.\"" }, { "author": "Mari Kankashin", "message": "*The red oni smirked at such an explicit statement. It seemed like the mogash had a spirit matching with her physique, and Mari had now a good preview of what kind of person she was talking to.*\n`\"I see. A simple woman, like me, in fact.\"`\n*She grabbed her newly refilled mug's handle while pursuing the conversation. That meeting was something. Stunning, powerful, and willing to fight. The crimson horned lady couldn't ignore such a creature, as the latter had all the traits of an ideal partner for her.*\n`\"It's okay, I don't mind the talkative ones... Unless you'd be the boring type or even worst, theee... Weak. Type.\"` *She shook her head in negation to Neesha's apology.*\n*She gulped down half of her mug. She could absorb the drink correctly, but she prefered to take her time, as with her being broke these times, she had to savour this free ale.*\n`\"I don't really care about money to be honest. I just want to live life. I'm kind of broke lately anyway... Not gonna travel across Ramul Ta with an empty purse, haha.\"` *She chuckled once more.*\n*After that she would've stared into the green orcess' face as her next question would've been decisive for her. She cleared her throat before her proposal.*\n`\"Hm. Speaking of money. You seem like a nice erm, fellow. What about we'd take on some quests together in the future? Crushing down brigands with a partner is more fun than doing it alone, right?\"`" } ]

[ { "author": "Mari Kankashin", "message": "`\"Arm wrestle?\"` *The red oni frowned.*\n*That was a quite unusual way to decide of a partnership, but she never truely met anyone who matched her strength yet anyway, how could she lose? For sure, Her opponent seemed quite buffed herself, but Mari was confident in her own strength, too. It would've been a battle of wits rather than a strength comparison, she thought. Plus, the commoners of the bar seemed to support this idea. They maybe wanted the demoness to end Neesha's reign in this fine sport.*\n`\"... Why not. But don't expect any mercy from me. I'll do this as seriously as a true battle for life and death.\"` *She playfully teased with her own grin.*\n*She quickly finished her mug and then walked toward the table which would've supported the duel, sitting on a creaking stool which wouldn't have lasted an hour or so under such a bottom and a weight that heavy.*\n*The rebellious oni cracked her knuckles and would've waited for her adversary to join with an excited gaze. It had been a long time she didn't find such an opponent. For sure, this battle would've proven to be thrilling.*" }, { "author": "Neesha", "message": "\"I should think so! I'd be disappointed if you held back, in fact.\"\nNeesha finishes her own drink in a couple of gulps, sliding the mug along the bar toward the inn keeper with a wink.\nThen, rolling and stretching her shoulder lightly, she saunters over to the table, following Mari with a big smile on her face. This was going to be -fun-. The background noise of the crowd increases as the big she-orc takes a careful seat opposite the equally big Oni, her own chair creaking similarly to hers. The furniture may not survive the encounter between these two amazons..*\n\n\"Alrighty then! You ready?\"\n\n*She asks her opponent with a mischievous grin. Her elbow drops neatly onto the table, and she extends a green hand for Mari to clasp, fingers wiggling in anticipation of the contest to come.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Reee short post sorry" } ]

[ { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Williard was here in this tavern that seemed more calm than usual , he was messsing whit the string of his lute, whille the tavernkeep brought him his mushroom souflé and a glass of water,he was of course in his full attire whit the fancy hat and clothes that whe all know and love.*\n*Whille he was messing whit the strings he seemed to be huuming to himself a litle tune*" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*Loud footsteps would be heard by the people within the tavern as a large figure would begin walking towards the building. The figure was muscular and 3 meters tall with skin crimson red and 6 arms that were on its side all of which were clenched tightly together. For the figure to enter he even had to look down towards the ground and crouch due to the sheer height of the man. Once he had entered many of the people within the tavern had gone silent as they sat and stared at the figure before whispers would fill the room. Ardon would rush straight towards the dark corner of the tavern where not many people sit and since many of the wooden chairs would break under his weight he just sat on the cold hard ground waiting for one of the bar maids or waitresses to give him a few drinks.\n\nAfter a few moments a barmaid would begin to take his order and serve him 3 mugs of ale that compared to his hands were very small. Everything in the room compared to him was just small in general it was like the world was just taunting him and screaming at him that he doesn't fit in and that he's different! Ardon in the past wasn't really the type to do this but he hoped that the drinks would help him drown his sorrows away*\n\n*Ardon would look down towards the man and just stare at him sadly for a few moments contemplating on what he should say to him. A part of him just wants to greet them with a nice smile and hand shake and another just feels like why even bother? Its not like anyone cares anyway if he does it or not. People never care about pleasantries like saying hi or hello so why should he?* \"I... Don't care.\" *He'd say in a low almost bellowing voice as he answered his first question.* \"I'm sad because I'm different.\" *The large red titan would say simply as he took an unhealthy swig of his ale almost finishing it just like that leaving only a bit if liquid within the wooden mug. Some of the people who are familiar with Ardon are just saddened by the state he's in, usually whenever in the tavern he'd be so jolly and fun always saying hello to every person in the room before giving them a big happy wave, after he came back from Irunia he was significantly different*\n\n*Ardon's brows would furrow as his light blue eyes stared intently at this man who told his tales* \"And what's your point Mister? While yeah all of them are all calm and they don't care about differences that's not how the real world works! When you're different you're stared at, you're gossiped at and your talked about. When you look like a monster you're treated like a monster and you're treated differently cause you're different. I'm big! I have six arms! I'm red! And my skin feels like steel!!! My body changes when I wake up and I'm afraid of waking up to a completely different... Thing!!!\" *Ardon would just explode on this man with all his frustrations as he grit his teeth. The story the man told was irritating and simplistic, not everyone is like that, not everyone can look past differences, not everyone would be calm in front of an ugly monster like him!* \"Your story isn't like what the real world is!\" *A gutteral groan would escape him as he downed another mug down his gullet. For him it was probably very easy to say that but for Ardon it absolutely would not be cause he's gone through it, he most likely would never go through something like that cause he doesn't look like a scary monster!*\n\n\"But it does! It does matter!!! People say it doesn't but it does, I left my family last year to find myself and what I want to do. When I was traveling here I spent my life helping people, I spent my life doing things that others weren't able to do, didn't want to do or just weren't bothered doing. I interact with people everyday and if most of the people think of me as a monster cause I look that way then how can I even do what I spent most of my life doing properly now? You don't get alot of sleep so your skin isn't perfect big whoop! You can change that, you yourself can make the decision to sleep better, if people think you're a coward cause you don't find you can also change that! You can choose to fight and do things that aren't looked at as cowardly. BUT I CAN'T! I never chose to be big! I never chose to have more than two arms! And I never chose to be fucking red!!!\" *Ardon would shout once more causing the little furrow on his head to get scared and quickly rush down towards the table. Furry was shaking alot, he wanted to try and comfort the large titan but he seemed to scared to do so, he was getting scared by how he was acting. It seemed the man was currently very volatile*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "``yes, you can't change your skin collor, you size or the number of arms, but what you can change is the reputation,most people quickly changes their opinions bassed on apparences when you help the people that are the most in needs like the elders, the orphelins or the families that have lost everything due to a war that forced them to leave their kingdom.``\n\n*Williard would make furry come on his leg to then pet him*\n``and even if they think you are a monster after you do all the stuff you are doing, what's stopping you from helping other if it's the thing you like, even if they don't want to get help, you most probably still can help them in some way, even if not directly, helping is still helping.``" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*Ardon gritted his teeth more and his eyebrows furrowed deeper. His facial expression was a mix of displeasure, annoyance and anger. He didn't even care that his little furrow friend was starting to get scared of him* \"Grrrrrr This. Isn't. Helping.\" *Ardon would say with growl as clenched the wooden mug tightly almost tempted to just break the damn thing! Fine he's right! Great! He looks like a monster and has the brain of one to! Fucking great! ARGHHHHH WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO BE SO GOD DAMN ANNOYING!*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Williard would get back up, putting furry back on ardon's shoulder before saying*\n``welp, i got to go take care of some buisness,you should take care of your furret,having him being scared of you isn't a good thing, but heh, it's not my furret, can't force you to do anything about it.``\n*After that williard would start to walk torward the exit then of course*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*As the man left Ardon scoffed at him unhappy with his stories and unmoved by his advice. It was clear the man had never suffered through true prejudice, his large red hand would quickly grab the third of the mugs there and down it in one quick swig before his other hand was raised for the barmaid to get him three more mugs of ale. As he sat there on the cold hard floor he stared at the people within glaring at them as he thought. They all must be talking about him, they all must be talking about how shit of a person he was for shouting like that. What do they know?!? They were all just horrible unappreciative people who judged people by how they look. But hey! Look on the bright side atleast they can now tell their friends they've met a 3 meter tall giant with red skin and six arms how many people can say that?!?!\n\nAs he sat there angry at world the little furrow would begin moving a scuttling about the tavern not even getting close to Ardon due to being scared of him. He had never seen Ardon be so filled with rage and anger, all the emotions were piling up and after what happened with Momo in New Sunlight the whole thing was just the cherry on top of his pity party*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*A loud crash would be heard through the tavern wall, as what seems like a homeless beggar is pushed through the door, crawling back. Enter the demon Oshikuru, who towered over the frantic man, clad in red steel and a skull-like mask, red horns sticking out of his helmet. Looking down at the man, he grabs him by the neck and holds his fist close to his face.*\n\n\"I can shatter stone with this. You don't want to know what it can do to your face. So do yourself a favor and get lost.\"\n\n*The man would scurry away, running out of the tavern after almost tripping over himself.*\n\n*Meanwhile, Oshikuru would walk over to the bar, drawing attention for both his stunt and massive demeanor. The attention is split though, two crimson demons in the room. Oshikuru would notice this, eyeing the Titan before raising his hand for a mug of Ale.*\n\n\"Didn't expect a Titan here.\"" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*His glaring blue eyes would look at the man who had just entered the tavern intently, his entrance sure was something. Ardon would begin looking at him up and down seeing the piercing red horns that protruded from the helmet. The middle set of his arms would cross together as after a few moments the barmaid would quickly place three more mugs of ale on the table that compared to his large hands were incredibly small and would be quick to finish in one gulp* \n\n\"Huh didn't expect a Red Oni to be here either, why do you care anyway?\" *He would say as he glanced down towards his tough red skin realizing that the two anestheticalisially were very similar. This reminded him of the fear of waking up as another person completely different, this man was a horrible bully! He would never threaten to hurt someone like that... Right? He was nothing like this man, like Momo said he was still the same nice Ardon. He hasn't changed at all. At all.*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*The demon would take off his skull helmet and place it on the table, scarlet steel contrasting greatly with the dark wood, revealing more blood-red skin and piercing red eyes, along with jet-black hair. His rough hand grasps the glass handle, and ale travels down the Oni's throat, draining half the glass, then setting it back on the table.*\n\n\"Who said I did? I'm here for drink. Though, was hoping to maybe train this a little more.\"\n\n*Saying that, the demon would hold up his fist, a piece of red steel covering it. He wasn't sure why the Titan was here. Was he strong? He was definitely taller, and more arms meant that he would be pretty good in a brawl. Both of them seemed to draw equal attention, before Oshi notices a flyer depicting his helmet. Good. It'll attract bounty hunters.*\n\n\"What you here for?\"" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*Ardon would raise one of the mugs of ale towards his mouth and just quickly take the drink down his gullet before wiping his mouth and looking back towards the red oni who had just revealed his face* \"Same as you... But maybe just a drink.\" \n\n*As much as he wanted to let out his anger at the world he didn't find it a very good idea. Atleast not right now but as the man noticed the flyer Ardon would have seen it aswell. So he was a criminal! Well he did look the part and act the part aswell but he also seemed to be fairly strong... Would he be as strong as him? Like he's never seen anyone as heavy as him he's also never seen anyone as strong as him too. The Titan has only lived for 25 five years while some have lived for hundreds of years!!!! Would this be the day that Ardon has met his match?*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*Another sip, more of the golden brown drink gone. The glass is emptied, then refilled by the bartender, with a look of tension and fear on his face. There's _two_ demons at his bar. Around them, people can be seen shifting in their seats, some for escape, while others look like they're trying to figure out how to take him on.*\n\n\"Hmmm.\"\n\n*Oshikuru would notice eyes traveling to the flyer. They knew that he was a criminal now. His eyes dart back and forth, anticipating a possible bar fight. Then, he would say aloud:*\n\n\"I see that you see that flyer over there? If you're going to claim that bounty, do it now!\"" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*Ardon didn't care for such bounties, he had lost control with fighting those cultist once and he didn't want that to happen again. That day, it was that day that the changes began to happen his hands were soaked in blood as he stumbled towards the bed within the inn looking for slumber. He turned towards his third set of arms they were the ones that started it all he thought* \"Why would you even do that though? Isn't that a very dummie move? You're just gonna start a fight with all these people and maybe you'l even get outnumbered cause they're gonna gang up on you!\" \n\n*He'd say with his deep bellowing voice confused as to why he had announced that he was a criminal to the entire bar. That'll just make more people afraid of him, why would anyone want that? He knew he didn't like the idea of people wanting to hurt and killing him just for some money, the titan would think to himself as one of his hands would comb through his similarly crimson red hair feeling for his Furrow friend... And upon not feeling the feathers his eyes widened in shock* \"F-Furry?!?\" *He would blurt out as the little furrow would be still be moving through the floor dodging the many feet until he got in towards Oshikuru who had the similar skin color as the titan crawling up his leg as he seemed to calm down and not be that angry anymore*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*The demon would let out a loud laugh. Oh, this fool. To think that an ordinary human could beat him in a bar fight.*\n\n\"Ha! They don't stand a chance, even with multiple people-eh?\"\n\n*Upon feeling the furrow cling to his leg, Oshi instinctively flicks his foot, sending the small creature flying. Seeing the small creature, the demon scoffs. What was a pet doing there?*\n\n\"Take care of your pet. Don't want someone to step on it.\"" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*As he looked at the red oni talking he'd notice the man just flick his foot causing Furry to be thrown a few feet away before landing on the ground causing the bird to let out a loud pained chirp. Quickly Ardon would rush up to where the furrow was even pushing the tables and chairs if he had to which would irritate some of the people there but they wouldn't really express their displeasure due to fear of also starting a fight with the titan of a man. While he rushed up loud thuds would be heard as his feet landed on the stone ground, Ardon would pick him up the bird from the ground with two hands and pet the little bird with his finger before looking towards the oni with his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance* \n\n\"Why did you do that?!? Its only a small bird you didn't have to fucking kick it!\" *He'd shout out as his hand began to glow a deep blue color as he healed the bird of whatever bruise the kick had caused. It was clear that this action irritated Ardon as this was still his little buddy.*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*The demon would spread out his arms in an uncaring fashion. Why did the titan care so much? The furrow brought it upon itself. Oshi didn't like weak pets such as those. Useless, wasting resources. Each to his own though, he didn't care. What he wanted to know was why the furrow climbed onto him, and why the titan was so worked up about it. He would respond with a smug grin on his face. The titan was soft on the inside. Pathetic.*\n\n\"Hey, it's not like I was trying to hurt it. Furry there brought that on himself. Not my fault he's so small. And I didn't kick it, I tossed it off my foot. Otherwise Furry wouldn't be breathing.\"\n\n*Behind him, it seems like a robed figure would try to sneak up on him, which the demon wouldn't notice.*" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "\"Well its just a small animal! You're strong aren't you? Then you should know that even alittle flick like that could seriously hurt the bird. But I'm sorry for getting angry at you I understand that you didn't mean to do it recently I've just been... Easily angered\" *Ardon was being genuine with his apology as he understood that there might have been a misunderstanding with the two of them even if he was a criminal who may or may not have murdered countless people. It was clear that if he were to just so easily let his emotions run loose he'd start wrecking havoc within the tavern which would be something no one wanted as when a fight begins that involves him bloodlust just takes over his mind and rage just causes him to mercilessly murder anyone in his way*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Eh. I don't care for the small and weak, unless it concerns me.\"\n\n*Tch. This titan was weak minded. Far too apologetic. Titans were renowned for their size and might, yet this one had the mind of a child. A waste of strength, taking care of small things. If he had a pet, it would be something strong that could fight, such as maybe a wolf drake. Waste of money though.*\n\n*The thoughts would end though, as the demon felt thin steel pressed against his throat. The hooded figure was behind him, a smug grin on his face.*\n\n\"This bounty is mine.\"\n\n*Of course he would attract the weak bounty hunters. His price wasn't all that high. His left hand grasps the man's wrist, and Oshikuru turns around and stands up, towering over the man, threatening to break the robed figure's hand.*\n\n\"Cute. Trying to use a blade against me. Consider this a warning...\"\n\n*His right hand slams down on the bounty hunter's forearm, snapping it in half, then on the elbow, bending it backward. The man falls to his knees to try and alleviate the pressure, but it's futile. His bones and tendons break, and he screams. Oshi puts a foot on his shoulder and pushes the back of his hand to his respective shoulder, then shoves him to the ground.*\n\n\"Big mistake there. Don't try to fight an Oni. Rookie mistake.\"" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "\"This man was very powerful. Ardon thought as he watched him just completely defeat the bounty hunter that was trying to take him down. Ugh the idea of bounty hunters just frequently hunting you sounds so tiring.* \"Doesn't it get tiring for you to fight all these weak people over and over again? I can't imagine living a life like yours but you even announce it to the entire bar that you have a bounty... Why? I really don't see the point in doing that.\" *Ardon would say as he placed Furry ontop of his head and walked over to the bar sitting down on the floor again since if he tried to sit ok the chair it would most likely break under his weight. He was even heavier than most Titans due to the lumbering arms on the side of his body adding so much more weight to him*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"It's not about the weak ones. It's the occasional strong one that makes it fun.\"\n\n*The demon would press his hand into his fist. That guy was too weak. He needed someone stronger. Fighting the Titan would be good, but wasn't needed. Walking back to his glass, he empties the rest of the glass, then sets it back down.*\n\n\"Sake, this time.\"\n\n*A little bit of change was good. A patterned porcelain cup would be filled with clear alcohol, the strong rice wine a small pool in the dark stone. Oshikuru would take yet another sip.*\n\n\"It's the different fighters in life that make it interesting. Fighting the same kind of person like this,\"\n\n*He would gesture to the now crying man, rolling on the ground, clutching his arm.*\n\n\" Gets boring. Fighting stronger, different people, makes it exciting.\"" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "\"Huh\" *As Ardon listened to the man's reason about why he liked fighting (while also tuning out the sound of the man crying) he tried to remind himself of the times whenever he fought. And he realized something* \"Hmm you know I've never felt that excitement before when I fought. The first time the changes started was when I fought the cultists... That day I killed four men and the only thing I felt was rage and anger, when I fought that swamp ogre same thing whenever I fight I feel like I just lose control and the lust for blood just clouds my judgement...\" *He'd stare off into his hands before rapidly blinking them and looking back towards the red oni* \"Or something I don't know. Fighting is just really not my thing and the only time I actually fight people is for quests not just cause I want to\" *It seemed like Ardon really only did things cause other people told him to do so. He could be very easily manipulated by people and its honestly a surprise he hasn't been inducted to a cult or a secret underground organization of thieves and criminals*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Different for peeps. For me, it's the only thing that gets the blood pumping. I feel excitement.\"\n\n*The sake would now be half gone. The demon takes another look at the man rolling on the floor.*\n\n\"Fighting should be for power. Not for protecting oneself, but for the ability to destroy others. That technically counts as defense, by the way. You'll get used to it. Embrace the strength you wield.\"\n\n*Another sip, another cry of pain from the man.*\n\n\"Think I should put him out of his misery?\"" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "\"I don't know... Really I don't know alot of things thinking isn't really something I'm good at but I've always been afraid of my strength. The fear in me just grew that if I let my rage loose then it'll just consuminations me or something and I'll hurt more people than I meant to. It already happened once.\" *He'd say as he looked towards the crying man staring at him deeply* \"Do what you will. I have a feeling I can't exactly tell you what you should or shouldn't do.\" *Ardon would contemplate getting another drink but he already had too much... Perhaps it was time to stop*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "\"Eh. Let loose. Just make sure to warn people.\"\n\n*The cup of sake was now empty. Black china slammed on the smooth mahogany surface. Crimson steel once again adorns the demon's head as he stands up.*\n\n\"You should learn to strengthen your mind to match your strength. The body is useless without the mind to support it. Maybe we can spar once you're stronger.\"\n\n*Oshikuru would then begin to walk slowly out of the bar, making sure to take extra care to push over the fallen man with his foot and step on his groin, then approached the door.*\n\n\"Titan.\"" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "\"Hey! I'm pretty strong!!! Actually I've never even met anyone who is stronger than me yet.\" *Ardon would say as he stood up from the ground but just there looking at the red oni thinking alot about his advice. Aside from torturing that man who tried to kill him he didn't really seem that evil for a criminal. He just defended himself from a person who was trying to kill him, if that happened to him he sure would have done the same thing maybe not exactly the same but he'd still defend himself* \"Can you tell me your name Mr. Red Oni? Mine is Ardon.\" *The large titan would say to the red oni as he approached the door of the tavern*" }, { "author": "Oshikuru", "message": "*The demon would turn around to look at the large titan, then turn back.*\n\n\"Too many people here. Maybe if we meet again.\"\n\n*With that, Oshikuru would leave out the door.*" } ]

[ { "author": "kawaii_lily", "message": "*Enters the tavern and begins walking towards a table before noticing a heavily armored man eating a moderately large meal*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*As Tavish only had ordered his food, he didn't started eating yet, so he would be able to see Raine sitting at the same table as him, which would give him the time to start a small discussion,he would start it of by asking*\n\n``heya, isn't it a Bonnie(Beautiful) mornin' for a lass like ya to come in a Bowfing(Smelly) place full'o Blootered(drunk) and Mockit(dirty) man?``\n\n*His heavy use of slang and his accent would have made it clear that he was more Scottish than anything, he also seemed to not really care of offending the other in the tavern seeing the words he used, even tough he was one of those drunk and dirty man most of the time.*" }, { "author": "kawaii_lily", "message": "`they have my favorite breakfast here so of course I'd come here, what are you doing fully armored up in a tavern`" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Tavish kinda trusted what raine said, but that was only because of past experience where most people where either people whit a small amount of strength compared to their over-sized ego,normal people that just happen to sat where tavish was, or straight up thugs that he end-ed up easily arresting.*\n``aye, fair enough,and for the armour that's because i'm a bloody soldier, and it also help making those Skinny Malinky Longlegs whit ego bigger than a bloody swamp ogre reconsider wanting to punch someone!``" }, { "author": "kawaii_lily", "message": "`that's a pretty valid point and yeah I know what you mean about over inflated ego most of the time they end up dead do to it`" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*As Raine finished to say her sentence, Tavish's food finally arrived, he would say to raine while looking at his food*\n\n``yea, people like that are a huge pain to deal whit, but not for the reason they think, anyway, you better trust me you don't want to see what's gonna happen in a few second.``\n\n*After saying that he would wait a few seconds for Raine to turn away to then start eating this un-godly amount of food as fast as he could, not letting a single crumb of food escape the seemingly endless void that was tavish's stomach.*" }, { "author": "kawaii_lily", "message": "*Turns away before asking*\n\n`so why did you want me to turn away?`" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Tavish after having finished to eat everything would then drink his glass of milk and then he do an extremely loud burp, he would then say to raine*\n\n``ye can turn back if you want, and does that answer your question?``" }, { "author": "kawaii_lily", "message": "*Turns back towards tavish noticing empty plate*\n\n`hmmm, so that's why you had me turn away how deep is the pit that is your stomach?`" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*Tavish would simply answer to this question whit a quick yet simple sentence*\n\n``i don't know how deep it is and i honestly don't care,anyway my name's Tavish, what about'ya?.``" } ]

[ { "author": "way8306", "message": "Noticing the massive steppe elf walk up to him and ask for his order, Kohm temporarily put down his books. \n\n\"Give me a moment.\" Kohm requested, before tapping his table with metallic fingers in deliberation.\n\nWhile he had originally no intention of buying food, the stew here did smell pretty good... Ah, to hell with it.\n\nHis face turned to Sirdan.\n\"I'll take the stew and the bread.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "Sirdan's eyes drifted to Kohm's metallic fingers, and then back to his face.\n\n\"Your order's coming right up sir - that'll be four copper - no drink? Do you want anything special - like first-grade bread, that'll be six copper total instead.\"\n\nThe elf closed his eyes briefly, inquiring about how much stew is left in the pot from one of his summon." }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "As Sirdan did that, Kohm noted that Sirdan was no ordinary fellow. His body and aura were obvious tells.\n\n\"Just some water. And no thanks, that'll be all.\"\nA simple meal was enough." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Will do.\" Sirdan left, taking the order from another table. A minute later, a servant came over to the table, with a massive bowl in hand, around 800 grams of thick, stocky stew. It was cooked with a savoury broth of onion and garlic - all of them browned and caramelized for favour, plus a hint of spicy, imported chili pepper. The stew were thickened with flour, and there were plenty of vegetables around - chiefly green onion and parsley. Potatoes were added to the stew for nutrients. For the final ingredient - the stew were packed full of chicken meat - skin on, along with rabbit meat. \n\nAnother servant came over with his bread - a big, simple round bun made with rough flour, and a small slice of salted lard - plus utensils. Then came his mug of water. \n\nWait, Sirdan didn't relay those orders, did he?" } ]

[ { "author": "way8306", "message": "Having packed his materials away for now to keep them clean, Kohm got down to business.\n\nTaking a whiff, he was pleasantly surprised by the piquant smell up close. The spices were strong with this stew!\n\nA spoonful of this thick stew brought up savoury onion and pleasant potatoes, and Kohm was pleasantly surprised by the ardent richness of it. Chili and garlic... Now that were tastes he could get behind. It had been a while since a proper hot dish.\n\nThe stew coating his throat with it's presence, he dug in for another bite. The meat was tender, and the additional chew of fat chicken skin was a welcome bonus.\n\nSoon, he found himself wiping what remained of the stew off with a final piece of bread, and a pinch of lard, which was downed with aid of the cup of water. Despite him consciously taking his time, he finished a tad faster than he had expected. Just a tad." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "A minute after he finished his stew, Sirdan came by again, setting down an additional glass of water, while he started packing the dirty dishes into his tray.\n\n\"Enjoyed your food, Sir?\" He said, beaming at him.\n\nHe packed the last of the dirty dish into his tray, and added a question, \"You don't look like an ordinary adventurer. I haven't seen anyone read in the tavern for quite a while.\"" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "\"Quite good. My compliments to the chef, it's been a while since I had such a good spiced stew. Take this from a Siui native!\" Kohm nodded with a broad smile. Blindness or not, he could feel the enthusiasm of the elf, and he was inclined to return the favour. \n\nWarm establishment, good food. What reason did he have to not return that courtesy?\n\n\"Of all the things, that was what gave that away?\" Kohm chuckled. \"I kid. But well, my preference of noisy atmospheres is a bit of a personal choice, I suppose. Most academics wouldn't take to an establishment like this, whether the hearth be warm or not. Not that I'm much of one!\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "Sirdan smiled at him, and placed his hand to his stomach, and bowed lightly to the man in front of him.\n\n\"Why, thank you.\" His eyes aligned with Kohm's, and he blinked for a second - something looked off about this man's eyes... He isn't staring at him, is he? He stood still looking at Kohm's eyes rudely, trying to confirm his suspiscion.\n\n\"Indeed, this place serves all kinds of odd people though - but you, you have an interesting air around here. I'm an odd person, too.\" He sat down on the chair opposite him - yes, chair, for the tavern is luxurious enough to have chair instead of bench (At least on some table).\n\n\"Name's Sirdan, an adventurer from New Sunlight - The tavern owner's away, and I'm here to help him take care of the place for a few days. You?\" He introduced himself." }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Alas, after so long of not using his actual eyes and a lot of suffering from his awakening in a field to making his way to civilization, Kohm had completely forgotten how to look like he had eyes. Not like he could hide it, because since his eyes got ripped out all he had was two perpetually shut eyelids. He wasn't using a blindfold today because it got stuffy with use, but it would still be quite obvious with a closer look.\n\n\"You are a courteous fellow, aren't you? Quite a contrast to your appearance. I suppose that's part of why you would address yourself as odd, but as we know, odd is the norm around here.\"\n\nSedate smile on his face, he drummed his fingers.\n\n\"I'd say that I'm flattered that you consider me interesting, but well, I get looks everywhere I go, so that would be a silly statement.\" He chucked. \"My, where are my manners? Kohm Fidres, a simple hedge mage at your service.\" \n\nPlacing his right hand to his left breast, he bowed slightly." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Is it? Perhaps I'm too tall and rough-looking to pass as a gentleman.\" He chuckled. If only Kohm could see, he could see that this man have a face that utterly, totally mismatched his physique - A body made of steel, rippling with muscles and lean bulk - and a baby-like, semi-feminine (By Runran standards), handsome face. \n\nSirdan set down the tray of dirty dishes to the side, and nodded in acknowledgement of his bow.\n\n\"Good to make your acquaintance, Mister Kohm. I'm a native of the steppe - far away from here, in the wide, wild plains out west. My family's served for generations as soldier for hire, and they - my parents, gave birth to a son who took to the finer parts of life in civilized world quite well.\" \n\n\"I'm enjoying this tavern work as a vacation - all those jobs can take a toll on your mind - really, it feels nice to sit down and cook and serve others for once.\" \n\nWhen Sirdan finished his monologue, a servant came by and picked up the dirty dishes, taking them back to the kitchen." }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm wasn't unaware of Sirdan's baby-face, but to be entirely honest, baby-face or not, he was an incredibly tall man by the standards of most races, and with the muscles filling in his frame to boot, which was reason enough to be surprised by his conduct and mannerisms.\n\n\"I understand.\" Kohm nodded in understanding. \"I worked as a spellslinger for a mercenary band for a good number of years as well before I decided to see the larger world. It was mainly honest work among good friends, fortunately, and there were a lot of fresh sights-\" The irony of the statement not being lost on him \"-but indeed, the slow life calls for all to take respite at some point. Something which you are taking to it quite well from what I can see.\"\n\nSeeing that Sirdan was being surprisingly open for whatever reason, he decided to add on a few details of his own. \"Well, I shouldn't leave you hanging after you told me so much about yourself. Right now I'm working as a tutor on the runic arts- or at least my personal brand, and what I can say is that the feeling of nurturing instead of blasting is quite a pleasant experience as well, in a way not dissimilar to your job, I say.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "A brief smile came over Sirdan's face, and he expelled a blast of air from his nose. \"Mmm. Yes, the slow life is quite enjoyable, Mister... Fidres. First name basis?\" He asked. \n\n\"A tutor on the runic arts - Well, if you're open for it, perhaps you could apply for a job at New Sunlight - I always refer most talented adventurers there - they're hurting for mages right now, so you might make some decent money and stable employment there - and if you feel like risking your life, one of those quests could do.\" He held his hands together, resting his chin on top of it.\n\n\"Nurturing instead of blasting... I've been doing both for two years, maybe four? Don't recall very well. It was just... One fateful day, hunting in the field when I found this girl out in the open. Took her in, taught her - nothing shady between she and I, mind ya. Then she ran off with a random girl before I taught her the alphabets.\"\n\nHe laughed,\"Afterward, I seems to be running into innocent girls of all sort in need of teaching. Perhaps it is my corrupt heart or something.\" He said, patting his own chest." }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "\"Might as well, just call me Kohm, Sirdan.\" He shrugged. \n\n\"New Sunlight? I've heard good things about them... Well, I'm not exactly looking to risk my poor life much right now, but I might consider checking things out.\" He chuckled. \"My schedule is relatively free, afterall.\"\n\nAfter listening to Sirdan's whole story, Kohm quirked an eyebrow at him- something made a just little eerie due to his perpetually closed eyes. \n\n\"Well... That's an interesting story, though not exactly the kind of story you should tell strangers like I, you know? It tends to lead to all sorts of weird misunderstandings.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Yes, Kohm it is. Mister Mister here and there's gonna get tedious, aye.\" \n\n\"Mm... There's plenty of relativel safe quests and jobs around. Plenty of students you can instruct - a lot of rich snobs, and honest kids too - Perfect for income stability and mental stability. You won't regret it, probably.\" \n\nHe laughed again,\"Oh... Hmm, you're probably right about that. Forget it. I'm just an honest man. But I do get some questions some of the time. Not that I mind taking in someone else under my tutelage but, for some reasons... I'm not very popular amongst men.\" \n\nAnother laugh,\"Want anything else - special snacks? Food's on me.\"" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "\"I already have a tutoring job, you know, and it's not exactly one I intend on ending anything soon. Probably will take my student on as an apprentice at this rate. I promise to take a look around, nothing more than that. That being said, do tell me more about New Sunlight...\" He didn't have much experience with the guilds around the area, so more information from different perspectives was welcome. \n\nHe still desired to get back to adventuring after he completely got back on his feet, after all., and such information would help as he would be based in Salvainia for the forseeable future due to multiple reasons. In fact, he might even join the guild depending on what he heard. This fellow seemed like a reliable source.\n\nLooking at Sirdan's whole figure, Kohm had to suppress his mirth which suddenly threatened to burst from his cheeks.\n\n*Coupling everything I've seen so far, that's exactly why you are such a lady's man, damnit. It's no wonder that you get the attention of the fairer sex...*\n\n\"Tutelage? What do you teach, exactly?\" While he could guess, it was better to hear it from the man himself. \"As for snacks... Well, if you are offering, just whatever you think is good, thank you.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Huh - Well, if you plan to stay around here, I am sure you could just rent places in New Sunlight to tutor your students - I do that all the time. I heard they might be working on something for safer practice of magic, or something like that.\" \n\nSirdan simply used his own servants as live target - very inhumane, yes, and he planned to learn a spell to fix that issue - but for now, this will do. \n\n\"New Sunlight's a guild of... Uhhh... What's the hubble bubble. Yes, a guild founded to train adventurers. But really, it is more of a rag-tag guild of cheap hired sword-for-hires and no good, hot-blooded, magically talented teenagers and sucklers refuge. With a lot of experienced, rich adventurers at the top who act as tutor.\" \n\nSirdan tapped his finger impatiently, and another servant brought over a cup of water and a mug of ale. Sirdan took the cup and gulped from it. \n\n\"I teaches melee combat, sword maintainence, horsemanship, fighting - I'm not the most qualified or orthodox swordman, but one thing I have for me is that I've fought and risked my life for real. Plus, I also know some summoning, very handy.\" \n\nAfter Kohm made his reply, a soldier he summoned would arrive with his snack of choice - a platter of fried food: \n4x Pan-Fried, thinly wrapped dumpling with shrimps, and 4x with pork, green onion and a bit of flour\n4x Tempura with shrimp - 17th style, no sauce, but adequately salted\n4x Fried Falafel with chickpea, with the chickpea having been soaked beforehand to avoid mass farting. \n\n\"Try it out, these are all... Exotic Runran import - at least culturally. Ah, how neglectful.\" \n\nSirdan mentioned, and another servant brought over some soy sauce to dip the dumpling in." } ]