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[ { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm nodded stoically, seriousness plastered on his face in response as the two men had a shared moment of mutual, wordless, soundless understanding.\n\n\"Well, *When the forest is big there are all sorts of birds*- an old oriental saying that sums it up nicely, I feel.\"\n\n\"Well chosen choice of words. Premium stock? My word, this is pretty fine stock already. That priest certainly has his connections! I should probably check him out myself.\"\n\nKohm accepted the hand smoothly, with a slight smile of his own. \"It would be a pleasure. Personally, I'd say boar hunting would be much more prefered, but whatever goes.\" He chuckled. \n\n\"So, noodles the day after then? When should I expect to find you?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Mmm. Noodles the day after, and boar hunting - I say before Five - I have a student to teach, but other than that, I should be there at the guild until five... Maybe six if you stretch it out.\" \n\n\"Actually. Forget it.\" Sirdan realized his mistake,\"We'll meet at half past eleven at the guild, get the noodle, then I'll be back at the guild by two, and I can introduce you around. As for hunting... Hmm, rounding up local creatures and hunting sounds much more pleasant. Frankly, I've had enough of fighting and hurting real people.\" He shook his head,\"It gets to you eventually, at least if you have a conscience.\"\n\nHe finished the last of the food, standing up and offering a hand to shake, before departing,\"I must close the store. It was nice to meet you, Kohm.\"" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "\"Sounds like a plan. I might be slightly later, but no later than noon, I guarantee.\" Kohm replied after some thought.\n\n\"Same can be said for me. I much prefer to take jobs from reputable sources and aren't morally questionable in any way. Much less heartache when the job inevitably turns out to be more complicated than the description implies. Even then, Ramul Ta isn't fair, and I think you know that fact well. The best plan isn't the smoothest one, but the one backed by other plans.\" Kohm mused with some insight, unaware that his words might have hit the bulls mark in terms of the pains Sirdan went through. But even if he was, it wouldn't be unexpected.\n\n\"I see, I'll leave you to your work then. And that is a sentiment I mirror, Sirdan.\" Kohm took his hand, and shook it firmly- like that of a normal person, not a kuilei with a crushing grip." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan shook his hand back. A very brief, visible frown came over him when Kohm accidentally hit the bull mark on his pain, but he covered it up with a smile immediately. \n\nThen he left to close the store" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "It had been a long few weeks for Tobias travelling across the empire alone and on foot was a lot more difficult then he had first expected. This was one of the first towns he had come across upon leaving his previous employer, one where he hoped to be able to begin starting again. It had taken him all day to find a place to rest, anyone he had asked about cheap accommodation just laughed him off, rightly so when he considered what he was wearing. He still wore the uniform of a manservant good quality clothes that were well maintained, one of the last few links to his past but eventually he managed to find someone willing to give him directions to a place to stay. \n\nHe opened the door to the Tavern hoping he wasn't arriving too late to get a room, upon entering he saw the place was full of commotion with patrons at almost every table waiting to be served. He closed the door behind him and waited patiently nearby unsure of who he should talk to or if he should wait for them to talk to him first." }, { "author": "Laerian", "message": "Laerian hadn't done much for some time now. Some fights, some recoveries, some drinks of water— but she felt like she belonged here, so she stayed. A few broken noses didn't scare her— especially if they were on someone elses' face. Now, she was always bound to get kicked out or something, but hey, she was still here.\n\nWiping a bloody nose that she had just discovered, Laerian walks into the tavern after quite the nasty scuffle with a couple drunkards. They probably recognized her from the brawls. Maybe they wanted a chance with her— or, more likely, they came at her with a drunken state of mind, with grandiose expectations and slightly less grandiose, pathetic, results.\n\nLaerian steps into the bar, stifling her nosebleed with a hand. \n\nAh, yes, the smell of liquor and sweat. Laerian hated liquor.\n\nSighing, Laerian walks forward, blood on the bandages around her fists." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Tobias turned his head as the door opened behind him checking to see who had entered. To his surprise it was a rather angry looking elf. He stood motionless for several seconds before realising he was in her way and acted quickly. \n\n\"My apologies\" He said quickly while moving out of the way, this was clearly someone he didn't want to make angry at him." } ]

[ { "author": "Laerian", "message": "Laerian throws a glance at the man that had apologized for... Seemingly, nothing at all. A bit surprised at his sudden apology for blocking her way, Laerian nods her head, her angry expression replaced with a confused smile. \n\nShe liked punching things into submission, yes, but she was still aware that punching random, strangely apologetic people wasn't a moral thing to do. Laerian notices his clothes, wondering if he was a servant of another— but dismisses it, seeing that he seemed lost.\n\n\"—for what?\" The elf asks, her voice slightly muffled thanks to the hand in front of her nose and mouth. \n\nFrom what Tobias could see, Laerian was definitely a fighter. She wore loose, baggy pants tied at the end with dirty bandages. The bandages on her feet and hands was also telling— the only thing off about her was her hair, which was unneededly longer than other brawlers. The blonde strands flowed like a waterfall down her shoulders, and stopped near her back. Her hair wasn't tied or specially done, but still brushed to, presumably, keep its elven beauty.\n\nLaerian was an elf, so she definitely was beautiful— but he probably couldn't tell. She was bloody, and just finished fighting." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"For, well for getting in your way I suppose\" He let out a nervous laugh not really used to that reaction having grown used to being scolded or shouted at for getting in the way of people. Clearly working for the nobility had warped his perception on how people normally acted. \n\n\"I guess I must seem strange to you for apologising about such a minor thing, it just looked like you were in quite a hurry especially considering your current appearance\" \n\nHe scratched the back of his head nervously trying his best to show he wasn't with a smile. Tobias had rarely felt intimidated by people in his life his height and build often made people think twice before trying anything to him, but there was something about this Elf that made him feel small." }, { "author": "Laerian", "message": "\"You weren't in my way at all, don't worry about it,\" Laerian replies. Then, just as she was about to add something to that sentence, she stops herself. \n\nShe had no idea of what the man had been through— advice would do no good for him, or her, especially if she moved around the world for the sense of belonging. Sighing, Laerian at least decides to introduce herself to this stranger that she had scared.\n\n\"Anyways, I'm Laerian— I work here as a brawler, for the time. I'm an elf, as you can see,\" Laerian says, introducing herself to the bigger man.\n\nHe sure had a big frame. She'd fought bigger, though. Size was quite good in fights. Maybe he'd do well in a bar fight.\n\n\"What do you do?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Of course, how rude of me\" Immediately his nervous appearance disappeared and a sense of professionalism took over knowledge from years of experience \n\n\"Tobias Heath at your service, until recently I worked as a servant for a Baron far from here\" He bowed as he gave the introduction, something common for servants when they spoke to people but quickly straightened himself once he had finished said introduction. \n\n\"However I guess I'm now for hire, exploring the world and trying to find work for my talents if that makes any sense\" Now that she had mentioned it, Tobias could clearly see the recognisable features of an elf \n\n\"It's nice to meet you, Laerian the Brawler\"" }, { "author": "Laerian", "message": "\"And it is nice to meet you as well, Tobias,\" Laerian says, disregarding the bow. She understood perfectly well of his circumstances. Although, she could never understand how someone could serve another for so long. Money? Perhaps status? Nowhere else to go?\n\nStories sprouted from every person— his was yet to bloom into a full flower, but she could see him becoming quite the flower. A unique story of a manservant becoming an adventurer... That might be a light novel, very possibly, at that.\n\n\"I see. Do you know how to fight? Maybe some magic in you?\" Adventuring was a prosperous job for those brave enough to take it— he seemed like he was looking for some work.\n\n\"I could teach you how to fight if you want.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"I do not believe that to be necessary\" Tobias replies , looking at the bandages covering her hands she was obviously a skilled fighter but she clearly approached fighting far differently to him. \n\n\"While I have no doubts about your skills, nor your ability to teach Laerian I must decline your offer for teaching. I know how to fight, part of my duties was to protect the Baron from harm but I doubt we fight the same way\" \n\nAs Tobias said this Laerian noticed the hilts of two swords pocking out from behind Tobias, obviously being stowed in a pack of some kind. \n\n\"However there is one matter I would like to request your assistance in, I have never stayed at a place such as this before and I do not know the procedure to request a room I was wondering if you might know how?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Laerian", "message": "Laerian nods, then takes a seat in the table in front of her. Her nosebleed had stopped, so the elf takes her hand away from her nose and orders a drink with that same hand. \n\nWas it a special way to order something? No, Laerian was just careless of how she looked here. A bloody hand signified someone hurt, and if it was anyone else, the worker would have brought over medical supplies. But Laerian has been garnering some attention over the span of her stay here. He knew she wasn't hurt.\n\nAfter placing an order for a cup of juice and a mug of ale, Laerian looks to Tobias.\n\n\"So, who did you work for?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Tobias sits down across from Laerian, placing the pack he had been carrying beside the table sighing as he does so. \n\n\"Now that... That is a long story. I worked for The Mathas family all my life, serving exclusively the young Baron for the past 13 years. Before that I was in the employ of his parents since I was a child\" \n\nLaerian would notice sadness cross Tobias face as he mentioned the Mathas Family, minor nobles who had recently had a fall in standing.\n\n\"But that is in the past now, and I am now unsure where my path leads\"" }, { "author": "Laerian", "message": "Laerian wasn't big on politics, but she was around the tavern for some time— it made sense that she had heard bits and pieces about the fall of a noble family. A small one, yes, but still, a noble. \n\nTaking her cup of water, Laerian takes a sip, wondering how he felt right now. She didn't plan to delve any further into his life— but as such an uninteresting person, she felt obligated to at least listen to others' stories.\n\n\"I might be able to find you a job— You have nice manners, those are always preferred. But if you want my opinion, which, to be honest, are often the worst ideas ever, I'd suggest you travel.\"\n\nLaerian was big on moving around, even as she often did so with a sore, heavy heart. \n\n\"There are too many things in this world to ignore. Monsters of sizes you've never seen before— countries with different culture— The massive steppes, the sea! There is so much to explore and experience.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Travel does have it's appeal, I always heard stories from others when the Baron recieved visitors.\" \n\nHe paused to take a sip of ale wincing as he does so but swallowing regardless, it tasted a lot... Different from the wines he had been tasked with serving. Setting the Ale back down, slightly further away then before he continued talking. \n\n\"But the ability to travel comes back around to my first problem, money the universal constant deciding what people can and can't do and while I can say that I have some finances available it is still not a very large sum to travel on\" \n\nThe state of his equipment attested to that, while it was all good quality and taken care of he carried nothing extravagant his equipment chosen purely with performance in mind." }, { "author": "Laerian", "message": "Laerian sees the man wince and smiles playfully, wondering if he had ever had anything like it before. Ale was strong— she could tell from the smell of it, even if she didn't drink. The sting, like acid, was definitelt hard to smell, even.\n\n\"Oh, I think I have something for that, too. I take quests around the place I'm at whenever I'm running low on money. The guild nearby takes anyone, as long as they're... Qualified, if you will. Its nice pocket money,\" Laerian suggests, taking another sip of her water." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"I see, I might have to visit this guild and see what they have to offer\" Tobias absentmindedly reached for the ale again, but stopped himself when he realised what he was doing. \n\n\"As for these qualifications you mention, do not discount me because I was a servant. I think you'll be quite suprised if you knew all my skills\" He smiled attempting to show that he didn't mean the statement as a threat" } ]

[ { "author": "Laerian", "message": "Laerian smirks. He sure was proud of his job— like she was, kind of. She was proud that she got paid to kick ass, while many others worked some boring, random job that didn't come with the perks of being able to fight people. Why live?\n\n\"Do you have any long term goals after you became jobless?\" Laerian asks, a hand on her chin. Maybe she would try drinking a bit today. It just felt like that kind of night, when it was easier to enjoy a drink. Seeing that the man wasn't drinking anymore, she doubts that she would find it any more appealing than he did, though." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Becoming jobless came as a suprise to me, I wasn't expecting to be forced into exile so I never really thought about it. Usually someone like myself works a single job their entire lives and I was never one for thinking ahead anyway\" \n\nThe Elf did raise a good point though, he wasn't going to become a servant again. While the circumstances surrounding his change in occupation weren't the best he wasn't going to ignore what fate had seemed to drop in his lap. \"Figured I might try my luck adventuring people always seem to be looking for others that are willing to solve their problems for cheap\"" }, { "author": "Laerian", "message": "\"It's a nice job for people with big hearts or... To be blunt, stupid people. I think you'd be the first, if I really had to place you on that scale. Putting your life on the line every day usually has to come with a lot of resistance to emotional and mental worries. Some people are strong enough to stride through that, some are just blissfully unaware. Or they just adventure for the sake of adventuring. There aren't a strict two groups, or three, that you can put them in.\"\n\nLaerian got kinda wordy there, for some reason. She seemed pretty compelled to talk about this topic, as adventuring had always been a part of her life. Moving through roads and cities— meeting new people, maybe trying new things. All of that had become a part of her life now.\n\n\"It's fun, though. It's fun.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Don't get the wrong Idea, adventuring just seems like decent pay without many questions asked something that I won't deny benefits me immensely\"\n\nLaerian did have a point though. Tobias knew he was in a unique situation, having no allegiance and nobody to look after apart from himself made him a perfect candidate for a job with high risk of death more so then someone with people they need to take care of anyway. \n\n\"I should try and find a place to stay for the night, then try this guild you mentioned in the morning. Hopefully I can find it\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would hold a tired expression on his face as he rested in his room. His eyes staring blankly at the wooden door across from his bed. He seemed exhausted, like all his usual energy had just gone away. This was probably because of some recent events that occurred a few days back. Said event involved a good friend of his who he wronged and stole from. He didn't want to, then again it wasn't like he had a choice in the matter. His... 'condition' never gave him much of a choice, so he stole like always. Though instead of taking any valuables or money, he took an odd object. Said object was a mask from a theatre, painted white. The mask itself was quite old looking and well worn, having existed for a little under a decade now. Though it still seemed to have a fresh coat of white paint, as well as a black expression painted on it. The mask held a wide smile with black colored eyes. Though the mask didn't matter much to Horace, more so about his friend and what he had done. This might be the end of another friendship...*\n\n*The thief would sigh, shaking his head lightly and standing from the neatly made bed. He didn't want to think about this anymore... If he was going to sleep well tonight, he'd need something to help him. A nice beer would do... 'Im sure they'd have some downstairs at the bar, right?' thought the elf. Horace would then chuckle lightly to himself at the thought of it. Needing to get drunk to sleep soundly might be depressing to most, but the man found it quite funny. Walking over to the oak door and opening it, the elf wouldn't be paying much attention. Though he soon runs into something or some one upon taking his first steps out of the room. He stumbles slightly, though he manages not to fall over. Horace quickly looked over to who ever he just walked into with a surprised and apologetic expression. Said person would be on the floor, causing Horace to worry slightly.*\n\"U-uh... Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did i?\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**The past few days have been quite sodden with indignation for Mercy, the troubled girl with a lack of ardor for life. Her humility often came with regret, and then a kaleidoscope of emotions she had to suppress in order to feel any shred of pride for herself. However she found it increasingly hard to keep herself under control, especially when treated unfairly such as the debacle nights ago, with the kingdom 'guard' busting her.**\n\n**It was never a pleasant feeling, getting caught in the act. That was for rookies that make rookie mistakes. The ire mustered from that unfortunate encounter persisted within her fragile mind for this long, fueling a venomous attitude she projected towards everyone without any thought. Just how could she let herself be humiliated in such a fashion. Can this life get any worse?**\n\n***SMACK!***\n\n**And just like that, Mercy's day is made tenfold worse. Without watching where she was going, Mercy collided head on with a man exiting his room, as she was on her way to loiter in one, without pay. The force was great enough to send her tumbling onto the ground, a little winded, and fully dejected. A combination of pent up rage and pure embarrassment led Mercy into quite a fit of anger.**\n\n\"Damn you!\" **She hissed, quickly getting back on her feet, and then reaching for her deadly rapier in its scabbard. As quick as she went for it, the 40+ inches of blade were unsheathed, and then pointed at the stranger whom stood in her way.** \"You did that on purpose, bastard!\"\n\n**Without considering reason, she began to threaten the stranger back into the door from whence he came, to isolate him, in case any prying eyes witnessed her assault.** (" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*The elf would look at the girl with an extremely confused expression. The woman seemed to be thrown into a rage by the small bump. Horace would back up slightly as Mercy stood up, clearly aggravated. He didn't really know what to do there, seeing how he'd still be quite surprised. Though his's exhaustion from moments before seemed to disappear entirely as she draws her weapon. The adrenalin inside him spiking as he looks at her rapier. The thief was unarmed and caught off guard, certainly not a good situation. Horace would end up just staring in silence as the woman accused him of bumping into her on purpose. 'She's insane for sure!' thought the elf in a panicked way. His eyes never leaving the sight of the rapier as he's backed into his own room.*\n\n*After a moment of walking, the two would end up in the inn's room. The door closing behind them with a quiet 'clank'. The elf would quickly glance around, though his gaze always returned to her weapon. He seemed to be looking for his equipment, that had been stored in a nearby chest. Though it was to far to reach now, especially with a blade pointed at him. The elf would pause for a moment, almost being backed up against a wall before speaking.* \n\"W-woah there, calm down, im sorry! I didn't mean to, i swear! Just think about what you're doing!\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**At that point, Mercy was far too encumbered with anger to even consider reasoning with him. It was humiliating that she wasn't paying attention to where she was walking, what a sloppy mistake. The fault is all hers, however she feels like blaming someone else for once. Without uttering much, Mercy had the stranger hostage at rapier point, and backed then into the room from whence he came. Behind them, the door was left ajar, until Mercy kicked it closed with the heel of her shoe. If her threatening him with a deadly weapon wasn't intimidating enough, perhaps being alone would suffice.**\n\n\"I-I'll kill you...\" ***Eye twitch***\n\n\"What, you think I'm helpless little girl? Is that it?\" **She provoked him angrily, without giving him the opportunity to chime in and protest.** \"I'm sick and tired of being looked down upon, being imposed on, g-getting pitied like I can't help myself! You know what?\"\n\n**Mercy raised the point of her blade to his chin, keeping it underneath it and without making contact. She glared daggers, however beneath the torrent of rage being projected they appeared to be red and sore, and quite watery as well. She'd been crying.** \"No... You don't get to live anymore.\"\n\n**She began to reel her arm back, with the intent to thrust it into his chest and maim him. The offense is carried out rather sloppily, as her mind was far from focused. Was she even a match for this stranger?** (" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would watch the woman carefully as she kicks the door shut. 'shit, guess it's no use calling for help...' thought the elf. An uncomfortable expression growing as he thought about the situation. He didn't entirely know her capabilities, which scared him the most. The thief didn't know if this would be the place he dies or not... Though he wouldn't have much time to think about things like that as the woman speaks up. Her threat to him sounded a bit... Hesitant. She'd definitely try to cut him, but he was starting to think she didn't mean it. She looked to be a younger woman, no older than 20... She wouldn't want to, no, wouldn't be able to kill him more like. She had the upper hand with a weapon for sure, but the elf could still fight. He lived through his shit life on his own for 9 years. He survived lots of things, horrible nightmarish, things. There was no way he'd die here to a little girl! Though, as he thought all of this, a realization washed over him. What she just asked was exactly what he thought, so he couldn't entirely say no. However, it seemed he wouldn't get a chance to speak anyways as she raises her blade to his throat.*\n\n*Horace would look back to the woman with pity in his eyes. She was making a big mistake here. Though which was the bigger mistake, attacking him or attacking at all, the elf could not say. Looking at the woman again, the elf would notice her eyes. Red and irritated... She'd been crying, hadn't she? Horace would then let go of his feelings of anger, confusion and resentment. He'd look back at the girl with obvious pity, which might only aggravate her more. However, even if he felt bad for her, the thief had a responsibility to live.*\n\n*Upon hearing her last few words, Horae would sigh. The battle had started and Mercy was making her attack. The woman reeled her arm back, it looked like a thrusting attack. Though Mercy was slow compared to Horace, meaning he'd easily dodge it as he steps to the right to avoid the chest attack. Her attack was sloppy, and seemed unfocused as well. She wasn't even taking the fight seriously, was she?*\n\"Y'know, if you're trying to take someones life, you need to be serious about it. You wont hit me like that.\"\n*The elf lectured her, not realizing he was fanning the flames.*" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "\"Uhh!?\" **A wee chirp; a surprised exclaim, blew from her mouth as her attack missed him, the blade pinned itself into the wooden wall quite embarrassingly. Was she even TRYING?!**\n\n\"Sh-Shut your mouth!! You don't know what I'm capable of.\" **Without hesitation she pulled the rapier from the wall, and quickly spun around to attack again, this time aiming her thrust at his center mass; his chest. It was a much quicker attack this time. Although he was unintentionally adding coal to the flame, Mercy's anger only prompted her to attack ferociously, like a tiger cornered by poachers.**\n\n**She was beyond the point of no return. She*** ***Was*** **Truly making an effort to kill, or seriously hurt this man, having no regard for his well being. Unlike before, her stance was a bit more professional, indicating that she at least had a rudimentary knowledge of dueling, and stances.** \"E-...En garde!\"\n\n**Still, her demeanor had an underlying tint of weakness. Just maybe she wasn't thinking clearly and needed a reality check. She didn't really think about how the stranger would counter-attack, or what she was in store for.**" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would grow a confused expression again at her words. She was actually trying to kill him, only her abilities to do so were... Lesser. She was really trying, but there was no way she'd kill him if she attacked like before. Only this time was different than before. Mercy seemed to of cleared her mind as she got more professional. Her stance bettering and her attack's becoming fiercer. She was definitely serious, though that wouldn't be enough. Horace would dodge the second thrust, stepping to the left this time. Though he wouldn't be done with just that as his hands reach forward. The right grabbing Mercy's hand/hilt, and the left grabbing her extended arm's elbow. The thief then pushes his left upwards and his right down simultaneously, threatening to break mercy's arm if she didn't let go of her weapon.*\n\"C'mon, let go! I won't break you if you do!\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "\"Have it your way.\" **Mercy said, with the intention of fighting dirty from then on. She released her rapier, letting it fall to the ground and roll a few feet away, then she took advantage of Horace holding onto her arm. She grabbed his arm in return, then went to grab his shoulder while stepping closer, their bodies nearly colliding head on, as Mercy grappled him and attempted to overpower.**\n\n**Unfortunately for Mercy she'd not taken his strength into account. The moment she tested his might, she felt his force more than double hers, and knew she had gotten more than she bargained for. Their feet shuffled along the floor as Mercy began to suffer the consequences of her actions and falter. However, she was trying her best to put up a good good fight with the man, in order to get the upper hand. It was looking futile.**" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would grin lightly as Mercy went along with what he asked. He could reason with her, at least a little bit. Enough to make her drop her sword at least. Though Horace is soon pulled into a grapple by the woman. A slightly surprised expression growing on his face as she grabbed his arm and stepped in close. Though as she did this, the realization would wash over them both. Horace was strong, strong enough to not have to put up much effort against Mercy's pushing to resist. On the other hand, he wasn't strong enough to push her over himself. Well, not if she had both feet on the ground of course. Horace would slid his right foot forward, in-between Mercy's legs before lifting slightly and wrapping around her left leg. The elf would then attempt to pull her left leg out from under her while pushing from the top. If successful, he'd be able to throw her down to the floor and hopefully reach for a weapon!*\n\"Sorry girl, you started the fight!\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**Mercy's fortitude was rather puny when matched against Horace's power, and his tactics, for Mercy had not prepared to defend herself unbalancing. She tried to cover Horace's face with her left hand, to block his vision or poke his eyes, but unfortunately he managed to unbalance her stance and she slipped, which gave way to his shove, and she was thrown onto the floor.**\n\n**The impact was tough on the girl's small frame, when she hit the floor, her right arm and part of her shoulder broke the fall, yet still it slightly winded her and she was groaning.** \"Oohhhh... Ahhhh...\" **Mercy winced again, facing away from Horace, her back facing him as she hunched over and held her belly tightly in anguish. She wasn't as unbreakable as she thought.**\n\n**All the energy from mere seconds ago seemed to deplete since she was injured, the rage, the tenacity of her fury... Now she appeared to be but a girl, bested by Horace's muscle.** (" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would pant slightly after throwing Mercy to the floor. She was putting up a bit of a struggle which was annoying since she was weaker than him. But still, he'd won that little interaction as he saw Mercy hit the floor. Her shoulder and arm mostly cushioning the fall, though she still seemed hurt. Maybe the elf was a little too rough on her...? Horace sighed lightly once again, glancing over at the rapier that he'd just removed from her. It seemed like it was over, but the thief didn't want to take any chances. As such, he kicks the rapier by the handle towards a far corner of the room. He'd then turn to Mercy, walking over to her and kneeling down. He'd reach a hand out to her, attempting to help.*\n\"Uh... You okay? Sorry if i was alittle rough, you *Did* Try to kill me though...\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**The fight wasn't over yet. The injured look from Mercy is but a clever little facade; a ploy to earn his sympathy yet again, on purpose this time. The reason Mercy held her stomach was to get her hand to her waist, where she'd find the handle of her 7\" Seax knife...** \"Ugh... That was... That was nothing. Help me up...\"\n\n**She holds her knife in a stabbing form, and as she turned around to reach for his hand and get up, Horace is instead met with her other hand which was quickly sending the blade forward, aiming anywhere in his stomach area. She made sure he was committing to helping her up before she did so, in order to increase the chance of her attack being unexpected.** \"HYAH! Die!\" (" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace wouldn't be able to notice Mercy drawing her hidden weapon. Too focused on trying to help her up from her knocked down state. She still seemed to be playing tough, but she was at least asking for help. At least Horace didn't have to force his help on her. Though he could just leave her there, maybe report her to the police and leave before they arrive. But Horace wasn't in the mood for that seeing how he'd have to leave the Inn. The elf opens his hand, waiting for Mercy to take his so she could get up... Though Horace is instead stabbed in the stomach, not being able to react quick enough. The thief hadn't even seen the knife, nor did he expect such a thing... Being stabbed by the person you just tried to help is... An experience. The knife easily makes its way into Horace's body, tearing flesh and meat as it pierces his stomach. A moment of silence would then happen as Horace looks down, seeing his wound. He attempts to stand, although weakly as the knife is removed from him and he begins to bleed out. The elf takes a few steps back, soon connecting with a wall that sat behind up. He grunts slightly as he hits the wall, though he remains mostly silent, his eyes looking up from his wound and over to Mercy as his knees give out and he slides down the wall to the floor. A small amount of blood getting smeared on the wall as he slid down. He'd speak in a weaker, pained tone. And after he finishes, the thief looks down accepting his death.*\n\"H-huh... So this is how i-it ends-s? Im g-guessing your a bounty h-hunter who was after me t-then... H-hm... Well, before you f-finish me off, i'd like a r-request... I've got a sister, in the guardsmen's w-watch... Her name's Charlotte... Tell her im s-sorry and that i l-love her... Even if she doesn't care o-or celebrates, just t-tell her...\"" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**It happened in the blink of an eye, before Mercy knew it, her opponent was disabled and backing into the wall, hardly a threat at all. At that moment, Mercy hadn't moved a muscle, she was still on her knees a few feet away, simply observing her enemy in agony, with a gaping shocked expression.** ***I did it... I got him! He's dying!...Oh my god... He's dying... Look what you've done Mercy! Look at what you've done!!***\n\n\"I-I told you!\" **Mercy exclaimed, rising to her feet at last, she seems to revel in victory, but in a rather lackluster manner, for she didn't cheer lively, she was actually out of breath, immeasurably surprised. The celebration is cut short as all of the previous anger and hate pent up in her subsided, and she was fully comprehending the magnitude of her actions. God... She kept replaying the feeling of her blade sinking into his flesh over and over, how uncanny—yet empowering it was.**\n\n**Standing over his weakend body, Mercy was silent, just watching him some more, she appeared unsure of what to do, but also looked like she was panicking at the same time.** ***He's dying... DO something!*** **She thought.**\n\n\"Oh...\" **She shuddered.** \"Oh... I-I...\" **It felt as though someone had impaled a stake through her heartstrings, eviscerating them and causing an influx of emotions to surface. Regret.**\n\n***Regret.***\n\n\"Wh-What do I do?!\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**Panic was beginning to set in even fervently than before, from Mercy watching Horace's face droop from the weariness caused by his blood loss. She knew how badly she'd stabbed him, but truly didn't expect the wound to be anywhere near as lethal as it seemed to be. This realization stirred up her adrenaline, increased her heart rate and made her focus more, she had the ambition to save his life.**\n\n\"Stay with me! Please stay with me!\" **She demanded loudly, as she went to heed to his instructions. Inspecting the box again, she didn't recognize anything. Whatever alcohol was, she could only discern a purple vial.** \"Purple vial...\" **Mercy echoed her thoughts in whispers, naming the items which she was gathering for him.** \"Alcohol...\" **There was a clear bottle of liquid with the same transparency as water, Mercy grabbed it and quickly opened the cork to take a whiff. The scent shocked her nostrils and she immediately knew it wasn't water. It had to be some sort of antiseptic chemical.**\n\n\"I-I got it. Here they are, are you ready? Sir?\" **By the looks of it he was fading in an out of consciousness. With no experience in treating any other types of wounds other than superficial cuts, Mercy was acting off of her intuition, and Horace's orders in the order in which he told them. Alcohol, purple vial. Then she would stitch and wrap the wound shut.**\n\n**With a gulp, Mercy poured a healthy amount of the alcohol over the wound; it's clean look and flow soon merged with the viscous blood leaking out of the incision. After, she set the bottle down and opened the purple vial, repeating the same process as the alcohol only this time she'd coat it with two fingers, gingerly spreading it. Finally, she took the needle and suture thread, and leaned in real close. The lighting in the room was rather poor so she had to narrow her eyes tightly.**\n\n\"Sorry... I know it hurts. I-I'm so sorry... Here goes. Okay? H-Here goes, stay with me. \" ***Exhale.*** \"I have almost no idea what I'm doing.\"\n\n**It began slowly, the process of poking the macroscopic point of the needle through his soft flesh, bringing it through and through along with the thread. It sped up as Mercy got a feel for it though, by the time half the cut was stitched, she was a natural!** \"Almost there, are you still with me? Sir?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*After giving the girl his instructions, the elf would only prepare for what was to come next. A slight, weakened sigh escaping from his lips, only blocked by the dirtied cloth in his mouth. His gaze seemed to look passed Mercy, like she was no more than a part of the background. A blur amongst blurs, indistinct and unfamiliar. Horace would rest his head against the blood stained wall behind him, staring up against the ceiling. He wondered how this even happened for a moment... Recently, he'd taken very little damage thanks to his enhanced abilities... But this was certainly a wake up call. He'd grown comfortable with himself and lazy in general. His usual suspicions and cautious nature was no where to be found... For Christ sakes, he walked up to a the downed girl like an idiot and went and got himself stabbed! He let down his guard...! Too a lesser extent, this is almost like what happened those 9 years ago... An unexpected betrayal by the most unlikely person. Though, instead of childhood innocence blinding him, it was his own ego now... An ego that thought it a good idea to approach an enemy who could still be dangerous! How stupid... How arrogant... How... Disappointing. The elf, who had been staring at the cobweb filled celling of the inn truly loathed himself at this moment. Though, this wasn't exactly the time to be hating yourself, was it? Horace would soon be smacked across the face with this fact, as Mercy dumps the alcohol over the wound. The thief's hand instantly tense up as a reaction to the pain, a muffled scream like grunt escaping from his lips once more.*\n\n*The disinfecting alcohol does its job, as the wound bubbles up slightly. Crudely burning away all the germs and grime that entered his wound. After a moment, the bubbling would slow and the foam would dissipate. The alcohol used to clean the wound which poured over whole and onto the floor. Revealing nothing but a slightly bloodied, but cleaner looking wound. Next would come the purple vial, filled with honey that served as an antiseptic. Its consistency was a bit more firm, clinging to the wound and covering it nicely. It seemed to halt the blood, if only a little at the moment. Horace would be grimacing intensely at this point, his expression reflecting his pain. Though he soon screams out, although muffled, as the she begins to stitch. The feeling of cloth moving through his flesh and sealing his insides was excruciating. The metal needle making slight puddles of blood with each piercing. Moving in and out of then skin, the thread would do its job, sealing the cut. Its lining zig zagging across the elf's skin like he was a doll that needed stitching. Though he still screamed and groaned with pain unlike a doll... The thief wouldn't respond to Mercy as she asked, his mouth sealed shut as it bit down of the rag. A crude anesthetic, but it was better than nothing at all. The elf wouldn't respond to Mercy with words, not that he could at the moment. Instead, he raises a fist, and violently yet weakly slams it against the wall. It seemed to be his way of telling her to continue and get this over with.*" }, { "author": "Mercy", "message": "**Mercy had slightly flinches at Horace raising a fist—Being mildly fearful of his rebuke for stabbing him in the first place, she half expected him to send the hand crashing forth onto her face in a fit of anger, which she wouldn't have blamed him for.** \"Almost there...\" **She croaked out in a flimsy voice, nervous and breaking from a stark guilt. Should he die, Mercy would be terribly afflicted with the throes of regret, and not only that, but the task of living with herself after taking an otherwise innocent soul. Her father would turn in his grave.**\n\n**Nonetheless she continued, without further procrastination. The needle threaded what was left of the open wound and completely sealed it. Afterwards, Mercy dipped her mouth near the seal, picked the thread between her teeth and quickly gnawed it off. Job well done.** \"Completed. Are you there?\" **She inquired desperately. The needle is returned to the box, as is the alcohol and purple vial, all that was left to do was wrap the wound.**\n\n**That wouldn't come immediately next however, for Mercy crawled forward and reached for Horace's face, worried about his state.** \"Sir? Are you feeling better? Please don't die.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Mevis", "message": "*Mevis wasn't one to drink, he couldn't afford to after all. To be drunk or even slightly intoxicated meant he was underprepared to save people as a hero. That is why he was slightly confused on why he had seemingly wandered here, or better yet why he wasn't leaving.*\n\n*'...It's been a while huh?'*\n\n*Those would cross his mind as he looked over the tavern and remembered the pleasant times he had with his friends in the past. Back when times were kind and pleasant, before everything went downhill. Was that why he came here? To remedy the ever growing hole in his heart with fond memories of the past? Or did fate have something else in store for him? For now he decided to take a seat and order a loaf of bread, just like in the good old times*" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "Solden took a drink of her beer. Another person entered the tavern, and she glanced at him before returning to her beer. After a few minutes, the man had only ordered a loaf of bread. Quite peculiar, as people usually came to a tavern to drink, not to order food." }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "*Mevis' wasn't the most socially aware individual on the block. However, perhaps through his cowardly nature or experiences with combat, he certainly felt someone's gaze upon him. He would turn his head around slightly and notice a female looking over at him as well as his bread. Were they perhaps hungry? They seemingly had enough coin to buy beer, so they should also be able to afford some bread, but Mevis wasn't so petty to keep his bread all to himself. He would break the loaf in half and walk over to the female while sheepishly scratching his cheek.*\n\n\"Um, I noticed you looking at my bread, or I think you were... Would you like some?\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "Solden stared at the man that had just approached her. *This dude is the most innocent and nicest person I've ever seen.* Solden laughed and turned back to her drink. \"Yes, I was looking but not at the bread. At you. I have enough money to keep me going for a long while. I was wondering why a person would come into a tavern without buying alcohol. Also, you keep your bread. I would be a jerk if I leeched off of you.\"" }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"I see, I apologize for my awkward assumption. I would agree that me coming here is unusual since I don't drink. I haven't been here for months actually...\" *He would say as be pulled back the loaf of bread, relieved that the woman was not gluttonous at the very least. As for why he was in the tavern...*\n \n\"...I guess I just wanted to be in a place with fond memories. How about you?\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"I see. I... Don't exactly have any fond memories, other than when I met a group of travelers that inspired me to becomeone myself. Also, it's fine about your assumption. We all slip up sometimes.\" She took another sip of her drink." }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "*Mevis would nibble away at his bread as he listened. The woman seemed like a kind person, giving off a similar vibe to Mai, one of his fellow New Sunlight members that he had met in this tavern. And the way she phrases her words to ease off his guilt reminded him of Hitoshi...*\n\n*He was really lonely wasn't he? Instead of trying to seeing this woman as who she was, he was simply connecting her with friends he had made in the past. If he kept this up he would never be able to move on. While he was a socially awkward individual who under normal circumstances would refrain from delving deeper into stranger's pasts, he wanted to make up for his previous thoughts and get to know this woman better*\n\n\"I-I'm sorry to hear that you don't have many fond memories. Did you have a rough upbringing? Or if you don't want to talk about such unpleasant things, maybe you can share your fond memory with me? That is if it isn't too awkward to share with a stranger like myself...\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "She let out a small laugh. \"I was born and raised in Silnari. Rough upbringing indeed. It's not a thing I'm uncomfortable talking about though, so feel free to ask away. I don't share my life details with everyone, but I don't mind telling some people. I was amazed to see travelers who seemed bright and happy in a place as bad as Silnari. I thought they were cool with their swords and whatnot. Traveling is everything I hoped it to be and more. It's hard to fulfill your dreams in a world like this, unless your dreams are for bad things to happen to you.\"" }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "*Mevis would grimace at the woman's last remark.*\n\n\"Yeah... It's hard to fulfill you dreams in a world like this...\"\n\n*He could only imagine what sort of hardships the woman must have gone through in the Elven Empire of Silnaria considering she was a macen. If you weren't an elf you were essentially a second class citizen there. It was relief that she was able to find solace in travelling, finally freeing herself from those lands.*\n\n\"So what are your dreams? To travel the lands, acquiring pleasant memories along the way? You said you didn't have any other fond memories, so were the other places just as bad, or is Salvania the first place you are visiting?\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"My dreams are to travel, explore, see places and wonders. Make friends, hopefully acquire a companion, basically make the most of my life. And hopefully do something great for this world that will be remembered.\" Solden paused for a moment. \"Salvania is the first place I wanted to come to. I was drawn to it. I don't know why, though. Other people might say fate.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"I see, those sound like wonderful goals to have\" *Mevis would say as he finished the last bit of his bread.*\n\n\"I am also a believer of fate, but I find her to be a rather fickle force to reckon with. So I hope she is much kinder with you and your journey than she has been with mine. Perhaps our meeting was also fate.\" *He would say with a wry smile*" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "Solden smiled as well. \"Thank you for your words. While I am skeptical, maybe... Fate *Is* Real.\"" }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"I certainly think it does, otherwise I will have to accept the alternative that I'm just an unlucky person\" *He would say with a bit of a sigh*\n\n\"Well if you ever need someone to show you around the city, I'd be willing to lend a hand. Been living here for a year after all... Damn, I've already been here for a year. Things certainly have changed since then...\" *He would say in surprise as well as a bit of mellow sadness.*" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"Sure, I'm up for a tour.\" She finished her drink. \"NostaIgia? As they say, time flies when you're having fun.\" The bartender took the empty mug." }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"Fun you say... I don't know if I can say this past year was fun, but I suppose I can say it was eventful. That said, I don't want to dwell too much on the past.\" *He would say as he paid for his bread and started to walk toward the door*\n\n\"The first place I would like to show you is the guild I am part of, New Sunlight. Or have you already visited it?\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "Solden got up and started to follow Mevis. \"No, I haven't seen it. Is it a big guild?\"" }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"I would certainly say it is, at least in terms of members. It's the biggest guild within the city and possibly the nation from what I know.\" *He would say with a bit of pride in his voice.*\n\n\"That said, their guild building had shrunk due to relocation, but they used to reside in a large castle. They opted to move into a guildhall as it was at the heart of the city so more people can come to them for help. It's only a few minutes walk from here and it's doors are always open\" *He would say eagerly as he started to walk down the main street toward the guild.*\n\n\"Do you know of any other guilds?\" *He would ask, just to create some small talk as they walked*" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "Solden shrugged. \"Nope, I don't. I arrived here not too long ago, so I basically know nothing about this city. What kind of stuff does the guild do?\"" }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"Well, they just help out with whatever requests are given to them. Whether it's protecting someone, or clearing out some vermin, taking down a criminal, or searching for something someone lost. They help the city and the empire as a whole in whatever way they can. They also provide free healing to the sick and offer classes to train in combat.\"\n\n*He would pause for moment before elaborating* \"That said, they aren't a police force or above the law in any shape or form. However, as a group consistent of free roaming adventurers we have more freedom in how we do things than law enforcement.\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "Solden took a moment to soak in all of the information. \"I see. Classes for combat, huh...\" She stayed in silence for a moment before she started to laugh a little. \"We've been talking for a while and we don't even know each other's names. I'm Xenn.\"" }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"Oh, yeah, you're right. That's kind of awkward. I'm Mevis\" *He would say joining in on the laughter. It's been so long since he was able to laugh with someone else like this, so it was a rather pleasant experience for him.*\n\n\"It sounded like you were interested in the combat classes? Marcos is a good teacher, he has you fight against his kulleli summons. Despite their simple nature, they can hold their ground in a fight. I know because I have been nearly defeated by them\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"Huh, interesting. I'll have to see that later.\" She commented. \"What's next?\"" }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"Well not sure what you mean by what's next, but the guildhall is right around the corner. Can't miss those large oak doors. The first thing you will see is the front desk which is run by Drake most of the time. It's where you go to sign up for the guild if you're interested. It has a 1 gold cost, but you can pay it through various jobs if you don't have the coin right now. Interested?\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"I have the money, but I think I'll come pay the fee another time.\" She glanced around the large, spacious area." } ]

[ { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"Alright then, it's not too far from here as I grab a loaf every time I go visit the guild. Think it is run by an Oriate named Violet. It's among the best bread I've eaten\" *He would say while walking down the street. Perhaps Xenn didn't notice it initially, but she would find Mevis to be pretty light on his feet, zooming down the street with surprising speed without exerting much effort.*" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "Xenn followed him, and ran a little to catch up. \"How long have you lived here?\" She asked. \"You seem very familiar with the area.\"" }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"It's been little over a year, but I still wouldn't confidently say I am familiar with the area\" *He would say a bit embarrassed* \"I am a bit ashamed to say that I typically just go to the same places everyday unless it's a quest from the guild. There is still so much of the city that I haven't explored, and I can't say if I ever will. So I apologize ahead of time for not being a competent tour guide\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"No, it's fine. It would be draining to constantly go to new places.\" She shrugged. \"I'm the kind of person who explores, and no one is the same person.\"" }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"Well I certainly hope you get to explore all you want then. Perhaps a few months down the line you can be the one to show me all the new places you discovered in Salvania\" *He would joke before suddenly stopping and turning to the right. Infront of him would be stand with rows upon rows of different kinds of bread as well a store behind the stand that looked indicative of a bakery.*\n\n\"Here we are. It looks like the owner is away right now, but you can take a loaf from the stand and pay one their cashier inside. I already ate so I have no need to get another loaf right now, but you can get one if you want\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "Solden ran to the shop, and bought a loaf. She bit into it, and smiled. \"This is good,\" She said around a mouthful of food." }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "*Mevis would let out a small sight of relief to hear that Xenn enjoyed the bread. He was a bit worried that she would find his tastes to be 'bland' or worse 'stale'*\n\n\"That's good to hear, it's my favorite bakery after all. Want to stick around a bit longer, or shall we now head toward the library where I work?\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "She thought for a second. \"The library,\" She decided, and stored the bread in her bag." }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "*He would scratch the back of his head and nod. He was starting to worry if he was just pushing her along. He never really went on a tour before so he didn't know how they kept their people interested. But he supposed he could just go with it for now as it was the last stop.*\n\n\"Alright, hope you can keep up. It's actually a good distance away from the bustle of the city. It's really peaceful over there, which is a nice for people like me who like to read in solitude\" *He would say while quickly walking down the streets again toward the outskirts of town, but not too quickly so that Xenn could keep up*" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"Oh, that's some good thinking on the owner's part. What's your favorite genre? I love adventure, and the general fantasy.\"" }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "*Mevis' eyes would light up at the mention of favorite genre* \"What a coincidence, my favorite genres are also adventure and general fantasy. I'm an admirer of stories about heroes and how they prevail over their challenges and inspire everyone around them. They are my inspiration. My personal favorite is 'The Silent Hero'. Do you have a favorite?\"" } ]

[ { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"Huh. Coincidence indeed. My favorite story is Crossfire.\" She said." }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "*Mevis' librarian brain started to run through all the books he had sorted and read through the library and recalled books that go by the name \"One-shot Crossfire\", \"Crossfire at the junction\", \"The Crossfire's Gambit\", but no book that simply went by the title \"Crossfire\". If it was an adventure or general fantasy book within the library he would've likely crossed it as he had nearly read every single one of them.*\n\n\"Hmm, I've never heard of it and I consider myself well versed in the fantasy and adventure genre. Is it perhaps a Silnari exclusive story? The library here is pretty extensive after all, so unless it is relatively unknown tale, there should be a copy of it there\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"Well, I don't know much about where to find books but I'm pretty sure that it might have been from a local writer or just brought from somewhere else. The library back at home sure was beat up.\"" }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"I see, it's unfortunate that I will never get to read it then. But can you maybe tell me a summary?\" *Mevis would ask with eyes brimming with curiosity*" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "Solden smiled. \"Sure. So there's a person who is your ordinary peasant, when a terrorist attack on the capital of the kingdom happens. This creates chaos, and a lot of officials are killed. Then, the terrorists have to get away because the military starts going after them, which brings the terrorists to the farms. So the peasant finds out that they are coming after farming in the fields, and the people on the farm run away and hide before the terrorists arrive. They travel for a while, and they make it to the next country over. So they stay there while a lot of chaos is happening in their home kingdom. The terrorists eventually die out, when like a month or so later they are revealed to have been preparing in the country the farmers are in. They capture able bodied people to force them into fighting with them, the protagonist being one of them. She learns to use weapons, and they go into war against their home kingdom. Skip ahead a chapter or two, and she gets really antsy because she's trying to escape. She teams up with a few other people, and they can't sneak out because they are being watched, so they end up sneaking materials for a bomb. They run out and throw the bomb behind them to slow the terrorists down. They hide in the forests, and decide what to do next. After multiple arguments, they decide to try to warn other people and help forced soldiers escape. They save like 5 more people this way, and they discover they're being hunted. One of them sneak out on a supply trip. They make bombs, and they plan a fake capture with the protagonist as the \"Hostage\". Two of the gang bring the protagonist back to the terrorists as a sham, and to get more information. The two are brought to see the leader, who asks about them. The boss asks them to tel him about what they found. The boss shows them a location with some weapons and maps of the capital they found, and they get a chance to do some sneaking. They find out where the main base is, and escape later again with\n\nThe protagonist, but end up blowing their cover. They run to the capital and try to warn the king. The king doesn't send out military with them because he's suspicious, so he tells them find out about the rest of the terrorists plans. They leave the capital, and end up getting ambushed by tons of enemies. The protagonist has to leave the two behind and doesn't know if they made it out alive. She travels alone to where the boss is, kills all the guards, and sneaks in. She finds the boss heading right towards her, so cue boss fight. She almost loses, but then decides to drop a bomb at the last second. She wakes up in a hospital and finds out that the boss was killed but she lost her leg and has tons of burns. The terrorists fall apart and they get snuffed out. Fast forward, and the gang is telling the tale of how they saved the kingdom.\" Solden let out a breath. \"It's a pretty lengthy story,\" She said, half laughing. \"I hope I didn't drag that on for too long.\"" }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "*Mevis would calmly listen to the 'summary' and shake his head at her question*\n\n\"Don't worry, it didn't feel dragged. I appreciate the thorough retelling of the story as I doubt I will ever get a chance to read it. It was entertaining to listen. I'm personally more of a fan of more simple fantasy tales such as knights and dragons instead of bombs and terrorist, but I certainly don't mind expanding my horizons. Perhaps someday I will get to read it myself\" \n\n*He would then come to a stop and point over to a large cathedral like building with a large glass pane at its center.*\n\n\"Well there it is. It's a pretty old building and has plenty of old books. Don't know what it says about me as a person, but I really enjoy the musty atmosphere it has\" *He would say with a slight chuckle*" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"Woah... Nice. I love envoirnments like that, too. It gives a sort of...\" *She gestured with her hands.* \"Like a place where time has stopped and nothing else exists outside of that world. Just really peaceful, y'know?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"Yeah, think that describes it pretty well.\" *He would say with a slight nod* \"If you want to stop by you're free to do so. Other than that, I don't think I got anywhere else I can show you that's nearby. Sadly not the best tour guide as I said earlier\" *He would say while bowing his head apologetically*" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"No, don't worry! That's fine,\" She said. \"It's not like I was expecting to see the entire place in one go, after all. Seeing how we've finished that, why don't we go back to the guild?\"" }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "*Mevis would be taken back by her suggestion considering how far they have travelled to get to the library*\n\n\"Are you sure? Not that I'm against it, but just a bit confused is all. Didn't you say you wanted to visit other places instead of going inside?\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"No, don't worry! That's fine,\" She said. \"It's not like I was expecting to see the entire place in one go, after all. I can explore the rest whenever. I wonder if there are any good taverns around here...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Mevis", "message": "*Mevis would wince upon hearing Xenn's last sentence.* \"Sorry... Didn't mean to bring up harsh memories...\" *He would then look around unsure what to say next. There was still no nearby tavern insight so the only thing he figured he could do was keep on searching. At the very least he hoped he had reached the level of acquaintance despite his rudeness throughout the day, but that was not something for him to decide.*" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"No, it's fine. Ah, doesn't look like there's a tavern around,\" She sighed. \"I'm gonna have to find one later then. \" She turned to look towards Mevis. \"Well, it's getting darker. I have to get back to the place I'm staying, I don't want to get back too late.\" She gave Mevis a slight smile. \"Do you want to walk back together or are you not able? It's completely fine if you can't.\"" }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "*Mevis would nod* \"We can walk back together, I don't have anything to do this late anyway\" *It wasn't like he doubted the safety of the streets or Xenn's ability to look after herself, but it just seemed like good manners for him to walk her back to her place*" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"Okay.\" She said, starting to walk back. \"Do you play any instruments? Have any hobbies/pastimes?\"" }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"Not much of a musician, and the only hobby I have is reading books. Maybe you can count working out as a hobby? But I only really do it so I can stay fit for my job as an adventurer in the guild... I live a rather bland lifestyle, don't I?\" *He would say with a wry chuckle*" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"No, not everyone has an exciting life and that's perfectly fine. I play the lute, and I like reading as well. We're hitting all the same hobbies,\" She chuckled." }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"I suppose, but unlike you I didn't grow up in an oppressive nation. I had every opportunity to pursue more, but I didn't, and even now I'm not really expanding my horizons. Yet here you are exploring the world trying to experience whatever you can. If you had come here a year earlier I am sure your life would be much more interesting than mine\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "She paused. \"A year earlier? Did something happen then?\"" }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"Oh, no, just that I had been here for a whole year and this is all the hobbies I've accumulated. But I suppose a year ago somethings had happened. We had a freezing blizzard and yeti's attacked. They terrified me, but perhaps you might have had fun fighting them off\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "She stifled a smile. \"It certainly would have been interesting to try and melt them.\"" }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"Oh? You can use fire magic?\" *He would ask. He wasn't entirely certain what type of macen Xenn was, but it wouldn't be surprising if she knew fire spells if she was a fire macen.*" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"Yes, I am. They aren't very strong, but they work. It's useful to have.\"" }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"I see, are you perhaps a fire macen? Not that it's impossible for other macens to learn other types of magic, but just found that we macen's stick to our element\" *He would say while conjuring an air ward himself* \"As you can probably guess, I'm an air macen\"" }, { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"Yes, I'm a fire macen,\" She replied, making a plume of fire of her own." }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"Nice.\" *He would say with a simple smile as there really didn't seem to be anything for him to add on. If there was nothing to be said, he would simple walk Xenn back to her place while enjoying the city sights.*" } ]

[ { "author": ".solrise", "message": "\"Well, I guess this is it. See you another time?\" She said, offering a small smile." }, { "author": "Mevis", "message": "\"Sure, not like I'm leaving the city anytime soon. If you really need to find me just visit the guild and ask the receptionist.\" *He would say returning the smile with a slight nod. He would then turn around and head back down the street. It wasn't a particularly productive day, but at the very least he could say he made an acquaintance and that was more than enough to put a smile on his face*" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*The front door to the tavern opens up. A canifor stepping over the threshold as he picks a few sticks out of his fur in annoyance. Snapping a twig with a huff as he makes his way over to the front counter. The Canifor carried a halberd resting over one shoulder, most of his gear obscured by a green traveling cloak as he stops at the counter to speak with the Inn Keeper.*\n\n*A few words are exchange, coin passing hands as a key to one of the rooms is taken. The Beastkin retiring to a table closest to the fire to warm himself.*" }, { "author": "Mion", "message": "*She would enter a few minutes later with a blank yet slightly annoyed expression. She had gotten used to the locals treating her like a monster as she was just a mess of many things. She didn't fit what her race was meant to be hence why she was called a monster. But even being used to it it would still annoy her. And that's why she was at a tavern to drink away some of that annoyance while she would walk over and order some wine. While she waited for the keeper to pour it she would look around for a place to sit. Not seeing any open tables she decided she would go sit with a canifor that she saw at a table near the fire.\n\nAfter she decided where to sit she would hand the keeper some coin and grabbing the wine before walking over and sitting down taking a sip glancing at the canifor*" } ]

[ { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Running a few claws through his head fur Mox drags out another stick from his pelt with a scowl. Flicking it into the fire, as the seat across from him is occupied his ears perk up in curiosity. This close the pelt of the canifor is much easier to notice, the coloration and patterns that of a cross fox. The cloak hiding a Brigandine chest plate with a blackened cloth covering and a short sword at his hip to go with the halberd now leaning against the table.* \n\n*A few seconds of silence hang as he looks the one in front of him up and down.* \"Greetings?\" *He finally announces with a little bit of skepticism, having already met at least one rather shady individual in a bar already putting him on guard.*" }, { "author": "Mion", "message": "*She would glance towards the canifor once again seeing his fur was rather intersting.. She hasn't seen that mix yet in a beastkin but they're are probably many she hadn't seen. What intrigued her slightly was why he kept picking sticks from his pelt. It made her wonder why he had so many sticks in it. But there was no point in asking\n\nShe would notice him speak up as he said greetings. He seemed slightly skeptical and on guard but she didnt exactly mind it was more annoying then anything since she assumed it was the way she looked* \"Hello.\" *She would say in a dull and slightly annoyed tone which was normal for her after so many annoyances in her life but it might confuse the canifor slightly*" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox awkwardly scratches at his chin for a moment before he can flag down a waitress. Snagging an ale to wet his whistle while he enjoys the fire. Once the ale is brought to him his attention turns back to the strange one at the table. Eyes following the curve of her wings.* \"Soooooooo.\"\n\n*He awkwardly taps the tankard with a claw as he studies her. Trying to figure out something for small talk instead of the awkward silence they currently shared.* \"You wouldn't happen to be a traveler familiar with these parts?\" *He had nothing, no real thing to discuss so he might as well get to the point and see if he can't just make his travels easier.*" }, { "author": "Mion", "message": "*She would glance at him as he scratched his chin and flagged down a waitress. She wasnt much for small talk hell. She wasnt much for talking in general she would just sit around in silence. To others it seemed awkward while for her it was normal she expected silence so she got used to it but she would soon hear the canifor speak up but he didnt say much. She didnt even know how to reply so she didnt speak up* \n\n*While she watched him tap the tankard and study her. She wasnt too surprised as too what he was doing her appearance scared many and made others curious the fear was more often as she didnt normally interact with anyone as most would hide from her* \"Hmm?. Oh I normally just roam around through forests and the like.. I just end up where I end up I guess.. As long as there is a tavern its fine.\" *She would reply honestly it was truly what she did but her tone sounded purely dull. She wasnt annoyed at the canifor she was more in a situation of what to do*" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox's gaze was one without fear. Curiosity was there, but the look was more. Neutral? Like he was just looking at another random traveler who had just passed him on the road. Ear's swiveling before his head does as one of the patrons passes by their table. His attention turning quickly back to Mion as they speak.* \"Ah I see.\" *He answers nonchalantly.*\n\n*He sighs as it looks like the awkwardness wasn't going to be lifted that easily today it seems. Taking a large swig of his ale as he settles into his seat.* \"Pardon my curiosity but those wouldn't happen to be real now would they?\" *The canifor asks as he gestures towards Mion's wings. Sitting up to lean on the table a bit as he gets comfortable, the shift in posture revealing a belt of knives hanging off the armor he wore.*" }, { "author": "Mion", "message": "*She would notice the canifor's curiosity but it was only natural. Atleast it wasnt hostility. She would much rather encounter someone who was curious about her rather then having hostility towards her. She would glance towards the person passing the table before glancing back towards the canifor\n\nShe would notice his sigh but ignore it as there was no point in bringing it up. As she watched him take a swig of ale she would take another sip of wine* \"Yes. They are in fact real. I never wanted them but I ended up with them.\" *She would soon with a neutral tone she had no hostility towards the canifor or even a reason to be hostile so she would treat his neutral attitude with her own neutral attitude. She would notice his knives but she wouldnt pay any mind as she had a weapon on her incase he tried anything*" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Crossing his arms Mox leans back in his chair once again. Studying them quietly.* \"Well. Can't always choose what we are born with eh?\" *He retorts with a smile. Playing with his mug again silently.*\n\n*Quietly he just goes back to his drink. Nursing it as at this point? There was nothing else to really speak of. Whoever they were they, they were either guarded to the point of shutting down or just not interested in speaking to him. Mox instead turning his attention to some of the other bar patrons as they come and go for now. Giving a few glances her direction once in awhile.*" }, { "author": "Mion", "message": "*She would glare at the canifor for a moment before replying with a tone that was more on the annoyed side* \"I... Wasnt born like this.. I'm glad I wasnt.. But I would have rathered.. Been born like this. Then end up like this during my life...\"\n\n*She would continue to take occasional sips of her wine while glancing around occasionally not really paying much attention to the other patrons more or less just watching what they were doing. She wouldn't miss the canifor's glances either but she wouldnt pay much mind he hasn't been hostile yet so she wouldnt care*" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*That got Mox's attention. Reminding him of his last conversation with someone who spoke of mutations and experiments. His casually relaxed posture stiffening a bit as he focused his attention back on Mion to study their wings. Turning their attention back to Mion fully.*\n\n*Flagging down the barmaid again, speaking to them on what the Inn has for a meal tonight before turning to Mion.* \"You hungry?\" *He asks as he fishes into his coin purse for enough for two people. Bouncing the coins in his hand.* \"Wouldn't mind hearing the story behind those wings if you're willing to tell it, if not can just say this is one traveler helping another.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Mion", "message": "*She would watch the canifor as he stiffened up and looked over her wings. Seemingly studying them before he looked back towards her. Once he looked back towards her she would take a sip of the wine finishing it off*\n\n*She would watch as he flagged down a bar maid before he spoke up* \"Yes. Why?\" *She would say wondering why he asked because there could be many reasons why he asked but she was just waiting for him to answer but his next few words would answer her question* \"I'm willing to share the story. But I will leave some parts out and not go into too much detail.\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "\"That's fine.\" *Mox agrees, personal details werent needed if it was going to make her uncomfortable. But after what Ash had told him he wanted to know more, make his own judgments on what was happening. Still unable to believe that another would so willingly just twist life like this.* \n\n\"Pick whatever you want. It's on me tonight.\" *For himself he just orders some meat and vegetables, not really caring exactly what they were stocked with at this moment as long as it would fill his belly.*" }, { "author": "Mion", "message": "\"Well. Let's just start here... Ok so one night i was presumably kidnapped as i ended up waking up in a lab.. Well over time in that lab as they experimented on me they tested many things. Such as mixing the genetics of multiple different species.. So they decided to test that on an ardent.. The race that has the most room for change and as time went on I ended up more like a mix of animals rather then an ardent.. That's where I got the wings the ears and tail. I left out a decent chunk of detail but I would rather not speak of the rest if that is fine with you.\"\n\n*She would look through what they had she was more looking around the more simple foods as she really didnt have a need for anything fancy* \"I'll have the same\" *She would say as the canifor ordered the meat and vegetables*" } ]

[ { "author": "Mion", "message": "*She hadn't often seen or met canifor's so she was primarily going off of what she had heard but it seemed to be the case for beastkin which made sense for a tribal race such as them but now that she had met Mox she knew that not all beastkin was like that but it didn't mean that they were all nice either*\n\n\"Hmmm, Well I don't exactly need to know anything but since your offering, I might as well ask about your past, You don't need to answer if you don't want to but it would be nice to know your past even if it's nothing to fancy.\"" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "*Mox leans his elbow against the table and points to himself at that. It's odd how man people have asked that same question as of late.* \"I come from the beastkin native lands, I was born in a tribe like my parents and their parents before me. I grew up learning how to hunt for the tribe, take care of myself, and remember the teachings of our forefathers.\" \n\n*Leaning back abruptly in his seat he snatches up his halberd and stands it straight up. The steel reflecting the firelight.* \"I took what I learned with the hunting spear and trained in the use of the halberd before striking out on my own in the world to earn a living as a mercenary for hire.\"" }, { "author": "Mion", "message": "*She would lean forward slightly waiting for him to speak whether he agreed and said it or declined she was still going to be hoping for the latter as she wanted to hear the story of a canifor* \"Hmm, So you were raised as a hunter rather than training yourself would seem like a good time to start learning how to wield a weapon. But I don't have any other knowledge on how beastkin are raised so that's probably normal\"\n\n*She would also lean back as Mox had seemingly finished saying what he wanted to say about his past and she wasn't much to pry into any more detail* \"Knowing how to use both spears and halberds is useful knowledge with how versatile both weapons are while I would learn how to use one my fighting style doesn't fit the likes of those two, Be careful whenever you go on a job being a mercenary has its cons and pros. You gain knowledge and it pays well but you never know when you'll die on a quest that is why I ask that you be careful\" *She would say to one of her only acquaintances*" }, { "author": "shatterdcoyote", "message": "\"Oh I have a handful of years under my belt. Won't pretend I'm a veteran but I will say I've learned how to not die at least. Got a few scars already.\" *He thumps his chest proudly thinking on the few jobs he has hand and their success. Reigning in his pride a bit as he leans the halberd back against the wall.* \"What of you? You speak as one who knows combat.\"\n\n*Once again he sizes up Mion, knowing she was a fighter would explain a bit of how she could have escaped captivity. But being able to escape unarmed and unprotected was something not many could do. The canifor looking or weapons for a second before turning his attention back to Mion herself.*" }, { "author": "Mion", "message": "\"There is a good type of prideful and a bad type of prideful I hope you're the good type and not the type to run headfirst into combat expecting to be the best, Well I know combat somewhat I had to teach myself since I do live in the woods so if I didn't know how to fight then I would have died a while back. It's not true combat though since it's normally against wild animals\"\n\n\"Yes. If your wondering I do have a weapon I'll show you it but it's nothing fancy it's just a short sword\" *She would say before she began to unsheath the short sword and put it on the table* \"This is my only form of weaponry at this moment\"" } ]

[ { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "*Within the hustle and bustle of what was one of Salvainia's taverns, there was little semblance of a location that was otherwise quiet and more relaxing, as almost all of the tables were occupied with at least one person flooding the tavern with cheers, conversation and friendly banter.*\n\n*However, there was an exception to this rule, as a Water Macen made herself comfortable, finding a table over at the corner of the tavern, gratefully keeping to herself as she was reading from a book, a glass of water beside her.*\n\n*That woman was Bella Gladstone, a well-dressed lady of a mercantile background who simply wanted to relax after what was a long day travelling across Ramul Ta.*" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "*It was a long day for Ellaine moving about through the residential areas of New Salvainia, the sun was shining high up in the sky and everything was very exhausting for her. She wasn't really the type of person to go to taverns before, infact she could count the number of times she went inside one on one of her hands but this was a time where she really just needed a brief respite from the day's work. Her potion bag was starting to weigh on her short little frame and her throat was a bit parched and in search for a little something something to wash it down.\n\nOpening the door to the tavern Ellaine would show herself to the many patrons, she wasn't very tall nor did she have much of a presence within the building but those that did see her especially the mercenary types would give her a smile and wave being that she was one of the more well known healers due to her reputation for healing people for free in dire situations and her healing magic that instantly healed many wounds. Waving back to those that called out for her after doing so she would search for an empty table to sit on... Which was very difficult for a blind woman who was unable to see inanimate objects. Activating her Empath's Eyes she would be able to see the figure of a lone woman reading a book at in the corner of the tavern considering she was also an avid reader... Errr listener? She decided to join the woman, giving her a soft smile and wave before walking near a chair* \"Hello there, would it be alright if I join you at this table?.\"" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "*As Bella was focused towards the various pages of a book she had recently grabbed, she suddenly heard a soft voice echo towards her, being that of Ellaine. Hearing the gentle tone of voice from the healer, she would lower her book, looking over at the source of the voice before raising a eyebrow in intrigue. Immediately, the crown that otherwise covered the entirety of her eyes became noteworthy to Bella, making her wonder as to why she was wearing such an accessory.*\n\n\"Ah, I would not mind at all. Please, sit down.\"\n*Bella would respond in her own kind manner, warmly smiling at Ellaine, even going as far as to remove herself from her own seat just so she could pull up a chair for her, before sitting back down on her own seat.*\n\n\"What brings you here this fine day?\" *Bella continued, opening up the conversation with a question of her own as she proceeded to place the book she was reading aside, focusing her undivided attention towards the woman before her.*" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "*Ellaine was about to pull out the chair for her to sit on before Bella would do it for her which caused her smile to grow wider in appreciation. She would sit down placing her potion bag under the table in front of her before tilting her head to Bella to simulate eye contact* \"Thank you very much miss. I'm not actually much of a fan of taverns but it's particularly hot outside and it made me a bit thirsty. I was also just in need for a rest after walking for awhile.\" *Ellaine would react to Bella placing down the book, her ears twitching slightly as she did so which made her particularly curious about the book's contents* \"Hmm I'm curious Miss, what were you reading about?\" *She asked politely before raising her hand to get the attention of a barmaid or waiter wanting to get that drink to her as soon as possible*" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "\"I must say that I'm not as particularly fond of them either. The environment here is not something I'm that incredibly used to...\"\n*Bella would respond as she took her own glass of water, which at the time was empty. With a smile clear on her face for Ellaine to be incapable of seeing, Bella's fingers wiggled a little as all of a sudden, a blue aura from her hand began to glow as cool, clean water came shooting out from her delicate fingertips, filling her own glass with the liquid that appeared from her own magic.*\n\n\"However, I must be thankful for such an establishment. I've barely a time to rest since I've left home.\" *She continued, before she looked back at the book Ellaine suddenly mentioned.*\n\n\"Ah, you're referring to this... I've been studying on whatever I can find about rituals and the occult. Call it a hobby more than something I actually practice, if you will.\"" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"Hmm? So you left home, are you a traveller of some sort then? An adventurer? Wanderer? ......Are you looking for something else in the world?\" *The blind healer asked inquisitively, her non existent eyes staring deep into the figure of the woman. Eyes that saw beyond mere reality capable of seeing things archaic and hidden from one's self.* \"Interesting rituals and the occult huh? I've been researching about vampirism and similar cults actually! Hehe I guess we're both interested in the esoteric and strange.\"\n\n*While she did this a barmaid would come up to the two's table with one hand up high holding a wooden tray that had a couple of tankards and plates on it while the other hand was on her hip sassily.*\n\n\"Hiya y'all! What can I get for you this bright and sunny mornin?\" *The barmaid's voice had a thick accent... A very stereotypical woman to say the least. Once more Ellaine would cock her head towards her to simulate looking at her with her eyes before saying her own order* \"Umm miss would it be alright if I could get some sort of... Juice? Like apple juice or something?\" *The barmaid formed a confused expression on her face as she saw that the woman was clearly not the type to go to establishments like this* \"Umm sorry ma'am but we don't sell apple juice here in this establishment, closest thing we've got to that is cider!\" *Ellaine would nod slightly a little bit embarrassed of her small mistake. The barmaid would then look at Bella eyeing the woman very sharply to inaudibly say to her \"What do you want?\"*" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "*Upon hearing the voice of the barkeep that proceeded to turn her own attention towards her, Bella merely shook her head as she proceeded to tap her own glass with a fingernail, appearing perfectly content.* \"I am fine as is, ma'am. The fact that your establishment has given me a temporary place to relax is more than enough for me today to be satisfied, so when I get home to Kadho, I'll recommend this tavern to those that I know.\"\n\n*Hoping that a combination of her diplomatic skills that came from her experience from a merchant and her general, refined kindness were enough to otherwise put the mind of the barkeep at ease, Bella would then turn her head towards Ellaine once more, taking a sip of the glass filled with her own magically created water and smiling.*\n\n\"I wouldn't consider myself as any of the sort. I'm no adventurer or wanderer, I'm merely someone whose selfish words ended up becoming the cause of unfortunate circumstance. Several days ago, my sister had vanished, seemingly leaving no traces, aside from that of a ritual dagger that I had noticed on her person the night she left. That is why I'm studying up on the occult... Less because of the fact that it's an interest and more because it may give me the information I need to discover where she may have disappeared off to.\"" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"Heh? Alright then whatever ya want ma'am. I'll go get that cider for you now.\" *The barmaid would flip her hair to the side before heading back towards the counter, hips swaying and heads turning. Ellaine meanwhile would return focus towards Bella listening to her and her story* \n\n\"Oh Kadho! So you're not too far away from home then? Just a neighbouring country. Selfish words? Did you say something you didn't really mean in the heat of the moment? Have you not considered hiring mercenaries or investigators to help you search for your sister on your behest? This seems quite serious, alittle bit too serious for one person to tackle all alone if I may say so without being rude and while I honestly don't doubt whatever capabilities you possess surely you have considered that she may have simply been lost or captured and left said dagger trying to fight back. I myself carry a dagger with me at all times in case of an emergency even though I do not intend of hurting anyone! Sometimes the presence of a weapon alone is enough to stave off pesky criminals.\" *Ellaine would comment before sneakily pulling out a dagger from within her dress, hidden gingerly betwixt the cloth folds. Patiently she waited for her drink to arrive, placing her hands on top of her lap she began scanning their surroundings since there wasn't anything better to do aside from talk.* \"I personally study vampirism and their cults for knowledge and information to better give care to my vampire clients. Especially caring for vampire babies! They're quite rare so not much information is known and widely spread about it.\"" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "*Bella's face slowly shifted to a frown upon Ellaine's possible explanation that she could have just hired an investigator or a mercenary in order to find her sister. Sure, it would have worked, but to the eyes of the timid apothecary, she knew all too well that it was just the easy way out. Guilt slowly filled her eyes, and she looked over at the book that was placed by her side.*\n\n\"... I wish it were that simple. Hiring somebody who is more competent may save her, but it won't patch the wounds between our relationship. For all of the ills that I spoke about her the last time I've seen her... I do appreciate her nonetheless. It's just... We may be interested in the same craft, but our methods are severely different. She puts herself in risk all of the time in search for new ingredients, and I merely make what works while I manage the store.\"\n\n*Her shoulders slumped a little at the wild quest she had thrown herself into, and even with Ellaine's explanation that she could have been using the dagger to fight back, it didn't make her feel any more better about herself.*\n\n\"I understand that the weight of this situation is large... But it's the only thing I can do. It's why I'm travelling across the lands in search of potentially rare knowledge that could assist me with my goals - something that judging by your research on vampires - is something that you may relate to. We're both doing this for the sake of another.\"" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"I-I guess... If you feel truly capable of your abilities that much then you pursue it. If I am to be honest in your situation I don't think I could do what you're doing now so I do commend you for that. I would much rather put it on the hands of as much capable people I know rather than risk taking so long or not finding anything at all! I do understand I really do why you would much rather take it on your hands but what if you find a cult? What then, are you to brute force your way through them and save your sister? What if they try looking for you next due to your relations with her? You can not follow what I say but as a concerned person you should atleast try and get allies to help you with this. You really cannot do it alone if it's as big as you think it is. Be hands on but you should know your strengths and weaknesses, do what you know you can do and what you're good at and leave what you can't to the professionals. That way it gives you the most chance of finding her as quickly as possible!\" \n\n*Ellaine clenched her fists tightly showing that she's gotten invested in the woman's problem. Hearing others in need of help and danger makes her want to help so badly. A part of her knew that this was none of her business but she couldn't help imagining the struggle that her sister is currently going through being parted from her family! As a person who lost her own without being able to do anything she so badly wanted to help this woman...*" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "\"That is the ordeal that I am suffering under. I am **Not** Capable of holding my own in an otherwise dangerous situation... I am but a merchant, not a warrior. However... I do undoubtedly see your point in gathering allies, nor have I ever insisted on doing this task entirely on my own. I wish to help my sister out, not to act like a careless fool by leaving the entire job to someone much more capable than I.\"\n\n*She began to smile at Ellaine's cute passion and investment within her own tale, but humbly began to nod her head in agreement, still a little unaware that the healer who was sitting before her couldn't see.*\n\n\"It's why I would rather prepare first than to dash into danger head on. If it is a cult that I really am up against, then a lone apothecary rushing in with brute force is but the most foolish of acts. No... I require some assistance, but have it be known - you are certainly not obligated to join me because of it. You have your own business you need to attend to as well, correct?\"" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"Business? Not exactly... L'm a healer in an orphanage, in a way it's become more than an orphanage and really the place where people come and seek healing. I'd love to help but I don't know how I can if I am to be honest. My skills are around magic and medical assistance rather than fighting, the only other way I can think of helping is by asking my clients if they've ever seen your sister before but honestly I doubt that would help all that much. If you have any ideas on how I'm able to help I'd be willing to do so!\" *Ellaine exclaimed out loud to the woman before noticing that the barmaid began walking towards their table again presumably holding her drink. Before she could even make her presence known Ellaine would immediately look towards her expectingly.* \"Umm hiya ma'am! Here's the drink you ordered, that would be a couple of silver coins if you may\" *Ellaine would bring out a small coin pouch, gingerly hand her the payment before placing the newly acquired drink onto the table* \"Thank you very much Miss! I-I don't think I've ever had cider before... Is it good?\" *Ellaine asked Bella quietly not wanting to let the neighbouring tables no of her lack of knowledge concerning alcoholic beverages*" }, { "author": "nimbusspark", "message": "\"Have it be known, even if you're not someone who fights, you can very well provide assistance. Just just asking around for information about any cults within Ramul Ta can be potentially useful... The ritual dagger of which I now own, I understand for sure that it was made for a cult. However, **What** Cult in particular, and any details about what they could be, is a different story. Just that information could be the clue that kickstarts my quest to find out where my sister may be.\" \n\n\"But as for now... We're here, we're alive and well, and we are enjoying drinks in a tavern. It's better off that we relax. Oh! And I believe I've failed to introduce myself properly...! I am Bella Gladstone, owner of the Gladstone Apothecary in Kadho. And you are?\"\n\n*Suddenly realizing the fact that she had forgotten to even introduce herself, Bella suddenly extended a hand out to Ellaine, managing a weak smile despite her mistake.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "This place still being used?/\n\nThere's nothing here/\n\nI can't see your post/" }, { "author": "tenra", "message": "Oh whaaa thats weird, yeah ill resend/\n\n*It's mid-afternoon. A centaur stands towering in the middle of the tavern, her head almost scraping the wooden beams that support the ceiling. Her torso is covered in dense, incomprehensible runic tattoos, stretching from the base of her stomach to the curve of her shoulders and all the way back down to her fingertips. \n\nShe sways back and forth stiffly as she sings, the light, reserved taps of her hooves like a quiet backbeat to her song. The words she speaks are in some unknown language, as rustic and foreign as her presence itself. \n\nThe small crowd seems disinterested in her performance. And despite her rehearsed smile, the tiniest stillness in her eyes lets on that she seems disinterested in the performance, as well. Nevertheless, she continues to sway, continues to sing, continues to hope for the odd tavern-goer to toss a coin her way.*" }, { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "*She sighs walking into the tavern hiding her guild badge not wanting attention after that embarrassing chase she did earlier, she heard the singing turning towards it genuinely surprised*\n\n\n \"I've never heard a centaur bard before, neat... It sounds interesting, i kinda like it even though I can't understand a word she's saying,\".\n\n\n*She walked up to the large centaur having to look directly up to see her as she searched through her pouch grabbing a handful of 7 silver coins tossing them to her hoping to maybe get her attention, she also did a small wave*" }, { "author": "tenra", "message": "*The sudden flash of silver catches the centaur by such surprise she stumbles over the lyrics to her song. She lurches forward, desperately swiping at the coins as the fly through the air. She manages to catch three of them, but the other four clatter to the ground.* \n\n\"Uhp—\" *She mumbles awkwardly, looking to the generous stranger and then to the coins on the floor.* \n\n*Her eyebrow twitches. Part of her is instantly furious. How could she throw the coins so carelessly? Did she not know how difficult it was for centaurs to pick things up off of the floor? How typical of the two-legs...*\n\n*She shakes her head, tries to push that voice out of her mind. This stranger just gave her nearly an entire day's pay! She should be grateful. She blinks once, twice, puts on a smile.*\n\n\"Ahem. Thank you! *She says as she bows deeply.* \"I didn't really think anybody was listening, to be honest.\" \n\n*She begins the awkward, arduous process of lowering herself to the ground. Widening her stance leg by leg, trying not to knock over nearby chairs, as she strains to bend all the way down to the coins on the floor to pick up the four coins that fell.*" }, { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "*She instantly realized her mistake as she dropped to the ground picking up the four coins standing back up with a smile taking out two more coins for the possible inconvenience she caused offering them out to her, holding out her hand*\n\n\n\"My apologies... I'm just so used to human sized bards, it was just habit... So I'm giving two extra coins just incase you happened to sprain yourself on accident... Buy yeah of course I was listening, I could hear it throughout the bar! I quite liked the tapping of your hood to simulate a drum!\"\n\n*She watched her do her now bow and Chuckled* \"It may be because I don't see centaur too often, but the way you bow is quite interesting if I may put it that way\"" }, { "author": "tenra", "message": "*Saskia takes a step back as Aldea not only picks up her coins but offers two more. Saskia waves her hand dismissively, with a forced laugh as she does.* \"R-really, you don't have to. It's not that big of a deal...\"\n\n*Her eyes scanned the girl up and down suspiciously. Why would a two-leg do anything to help her? Perhaps the money was just spare change to her, and she was just paying to watch the centaur flounder. Perhaps she didn't think Saskia even capable of picking things up off the floor at all, and was patronizing her like some sort of hapless foal. Perhaps...*\n\n*The idea that perhaps the stranger was just being nice flickered across her mind.*\n\n\"I—I'm glad you enjoyed it,\" *Saskia says, now somewhat embarrassed as she realizes she wasn't giving her all in the performance.* \"It's a song of my tribe. My mother taught me. It's... It's very important to me, actually. I don't think this stuffy tavern does it justice.\"\n\n*Something deep within her relaxed ever-so-slightly as she talked to this kind stranger, like a grip being loosened. Saskia still felt undeniably like an outsider, an oddity, and yet.. This person had stooped down to pick up her change for her.*\n\n\"Anyways,\" *Saskia straightens up, pocketing the coins.* \"With that many coins, you've pretty much paid the rest of my shift. What is your name? I feel almost obligated to ask.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Now I sleep, I'll respond tommorow, but your pretty good, im sure I'll be doing better when I'm awake/" }, { "author": "tenra", "message": "Sounds good, have good sleeps!/" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "You good to continue" }, { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "*She shrugged* \"I just feel like I should, but I'd you really have a objection atleast let me buy you a drink for the good performance\"\n\n\n*She nodded* \"Mhm, I like all kinds of music especially lesser known bards, Ive learned they are usually hidden diamond! And ah a song of your tribe, that's very interesting, hmmm, your right a song of that important requires somthing bigger!\" *She giggled* \n\n\n\"Oh wow... You don't make very much If 8 coins is your whole days work\" *She frowned slightly feeling a bit bad* \"Ah yes my name... It's Aldea Whitiker of the new Sunlight guild... But between you and me, nobody heard that... I like to stay on the low if possible... Whats your name my centaur friend?\"" }, { "author": "Saskia Ra'Leigh", "message": "*Saskia pockets the silvers wordlessly, it seems like her hesitance was merely a platitude. She needed every coin she could get, and as much as she hated it, she was in no position to refuse hand-outs. The realization that her livelihood was still in the hands of others seemed to sneak up on her. A moment of fear, doubt. Maybe her family was right. Maybe she was better off on the farm. Maybe that was more free than whatever this was.*\n\n*She didn't let herself get too distracted by her inner turmoils.* \"You're right, the pay is piss-poor,\" She replies coarsely, looking with hostility at the half-conscious patrons of the tavern, her voice laced with frustration. \"It's not like they were going to give a no-name like me the prime-time gig in front of a full tavern at happy hour. No, instead I'm out here performing in the afternoon for the sleazy day-drinkers who have no better place to be. And they don't tend to tip well. Not like I really even want to be doing this anyway, using my sacred songs of my tribe to coax some grubby hands to pitch me a copper or two.\"\n\n*Saskia sighs. She turns back to Aldea, realizing she was letting her mouth run. It was strange, she wasn't normally one to say so much to a two-leg. Maybe it was Aldea's aura of kindness and sympathy that made her feel like she could speak the truth safely - or maybe it was the fact that she had already pocketed the money, and didn't have to put on a face just to get paid.*\n\n\"I—sorry. Didn't mean to ramble. My name's Saskia, anyways.\" *Her introduction is somewhat stiff - something still feels off about the whole thing. The word 'friend' holds a great weight in her mind. It is a word she associates with centaurs, not with two-legs. Nevertheless, she doesn't sense hostile intent.* \"It's nice to meet you, I suppose. 'New Sunlight guild' sounds a hell of a lot more interesting than anything I've been doing as of late.\"" }, { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "*She didn't interrupt her at all, she figured it'd be best to let her get it all out than comfort her afterwards as she listened feeling quite bad about how the people treated her here*\n\n\nWell... I might be able to help with that if you'd like... Because your right, you don't deserve copper For playing such good music, I think you should deserve gold! I'll tell you what, I'll see what I can do about you playing a bad time with the barkeep and get you booked for happy hour if possible\"\n\n\n\"Also you don't have to worry it's fine, i understand where your coming from. Also saskia... Hm what a nice name, nice to meet you saskia!\" *She held out her hand for a shake as she stood on her tippy toes* \"Mhm, i just joined it, it's a adventurer's guild... And it could be your ticket to fame!\"" }, { "author": "Saskia Ra'Leigh", "message": "\"Honestly, I'd rather leave singing behind altogether. These songs have deeper meaning than pleasing a crowd that doesn't understand the words. But, an adventuring guild... I like the sound of that...\" \n\n*Saskia looks askance at the outstretched hand. She had seen this two-leg ritual enough times to know what it was, but she had never done it. She hastily takes Aldea's hand, trying not to appear too out of place. Her grip is firm - a little too firm, and the skin on her hands chafed and worn by years of labor. There's a unnatural stiffness to her grip, a mixture of inexperience and lingering distrust.*\n\n \"Do you...\" *She pauses, an odd flicker of vulnerability passing through her.* \"Do you think that guild would have work for someone like me?\"" }, { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "\"Awwww, but you were so good at it, oh well its really up to you in the end saskia, but yes it's quite nice there! And I think you'd find more centaur's and other people that would care for you more\"\n\n\n*She was a bit surprised about how she grabbed her hand so hastily but feeling her firm grip she smiled as she placed her other hand ontop of hers* \n\n\n\"Don't worry, I'm not a threat... You may not have experienced this kind of kindness before but I swear it'll be fine, just loosen your grip a little bit...\"\n\n\"Well let me think... Sure! They'll just take you through a small entrance exam then you can do basically whatever you want! You could adventure, or you could play music to the nice people in the guild restaurant!\"" }, { "author": "Saskia Ra'Leigh", "message": "*Saskia's grip does loosen, although it's only as she slides her hand away from Aldea's. She sniffs the air, as if trying to smell a lie. Aldea didn't seem like a threat to her — then again, neither did the rest of the two-legs in the tavern. It wasn't fear that filled Saskia's body with tension, it was... Something else. Pride? A grudge? Now wasn't time to meditate on it.*\n\n*Nevertheless, the promise of an adventurer's guild was a shining opportunity. The sort of thing that she had been waiting to hear ever since she'd left Anushken. Saskia was deeply, deeply grateful to Aldea, even if she wasn't capable of expressing it.*\n\n\"Can y— Could you perhaps show me where this guild is?\"\n\n*Saskia feels her face starting to burn bright red with a mixture of shame and embarassment, and quickly forces herself into a bow to hide it. Beneath her rough exterior, her guise of self-assuredness, there were cracks of something soft and tender, a timid centaur, an outsider in a world that wasn't meant for her.*" }, { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "\"Ah thank you saskia!\" *She pulled her hand back waving it a bit... Chuckling heh she was strong, she was glad she was a friend*\n\n*She smirked* \"No of course not you'll have to find it on your own... Just kidding! Of course I'll take you, it shouldn't be too far away\"\n\n*She sees her face fluster for a second before dipping down into a bow as she giggled a bit more taking out a spare gold coin she had and bought them both a drink to go so they wouldn't get thirsty while they walked as she offered the rest to her as a payment for the next few weeks as she waved goodbye to all the people of the bar waving for her to follow*" }, { "author": "Saskia Ra'Leigh", "message": "*Saskia doesn't say much as she watches Aldea bustle about, tossing the coin, buying drinks, waving goodbye. She's at a loss for words. The easy, relaxed way she moves herself through the tavern... Was this something that all the two-legs did, or was it just Aldea? Saskia was filled with equal parts jealousy and yearning. She starts making her way towards the door at Aldea's wave, awkwardly weaving her hefty frame between chairs and around tables, the wooden floorboards creaking under her weight.*\n\n*She stretches her arms as she hurriedly clears the doorframe. She seems to grow an inch or two as she finally fully straightens her back, without the oppressively low ceiling hanging over her head. She stretches her arms upwards, her lower half twists and shakes with relief as she does. No surprise, this centaur much prefers the outdoors.*\n\n\"Well then... Where to, Aldea?\"" }, { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "*She was in awe of the tall standing centaur just starting at her for a solid minute before she shook her head snapping out of it reaching high up to hand her the drink as she looked around and pointed* \n\n\n\"That's the way to go! Now I wouldn't say I'm the most well versed there, but I know the questmaster and the leader of the entrance tests so I can personally recommend you!\"\n\n\n*She talked as she walked close to her not really thinking about any consequences that could possibly happen*\n\n\"Now this is very important, do you have any fighting skills? Have you ever tried to kick somthing with your legs? Because the test involves two summoned soldiers in armor you have to beat with shields...\"" }, { "author": "tenra", "message": "*For a moment, Saskia starts to trot, before realizing that Aldea probably wouldn't be able to match her speed. She quickly slows to a walk - no point in running ahead of the guide.*\n\n*The refreshing outside air drew out Saskia's pride an confidence.* \"Though their accomplishments have been lost to time, my family is descended from some of the greatest warriors to ever roam the land. Give me something that I can grip with both hands and a point on the end, and I'm sure I can hold my own.\"" }, { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "*She smiled watching her trot ahead chuckling seeing her fall back she looked back up* \"You look like you know where your going\" *She giggled*\n\n*She nodded* \"Then you'll be perfect! It'll be fun to have another friend knowing me there, I'm sure youll succeed! Spears are definitely the way to go, but those legs are definitely also dangerous\"\n\n *She Chuckled one more time then she dropped to the ground in pain covering her mouth to stop the scream... But before we continue, lets see this from saskia's perspective...*\n\n*While they were walking on on the obvious stone street I can't speak on what she was thinking... But something was weird why did the ground crunch for a second... Why is the ground screaming... Wait a second... That wasn't the ground? Flip perspective*\n\n*As Aldea walked down the street still smiling about her new friend suddenly her face turned sour as a wave of pain washed over her... Then she looked down seeing the hood crushing her foot as she let out a small scream then fell to the floor holding her foot in pain*" }, { "author": "Saskia Ra'Leigh", "message": "\"Wh—\" *Saskia's head whirls to the side as she sees the crumpled figure of Aldea wailing in agony. She had already lifted her hoof, but she was quick enough to connect the dots. The **Crunch** She had felt underfoot, the scream she had heard right after it—*\n\n*Her mouth ran ahead of her thoughts as she impulsively reacted.* \"Gah! You— you idiot! You have to watch where you're stepping! I didn't— I can't—\" \n\n*She buries her face into her hands. That was me. This is my fault. A sort of fight-or-flight adrenaline kicks into her hindquarters. The sudden, sharp instinct to run away, to remove herself from the situation, to leave this foolish two-leg behind and not own up to what she'd done.* \n\n*One leg moves forward, but the others don't follow. The silvers, the drink, the offer of a better future... She couldn't just leave this girl to rot. She convinced herself it was purely her own interests - she had to get her recommendation, she had to get into the guild. She told herself it was only because she needed this particular two-leg. But, really, it was the sadness in her stomach that held her back, the bitter injustice of a genuinely good person screaming in pain.*\n\n*She reared up, and turned around. She would not run. But, what would she do? Immediately, the option of carrying Aldea came into her mind, and just as quickly, she pushed it out.*\n\n\"No, I'm not just some horse,\" *She whispered under her breath.*\n\n*Fortunately, there was a second solution. Her mother's Namesake: a healing spell that could mend bones. She began to raise up her hands, but hesitated - this wasn't just any magic, this was a Namesake. Magic passed down from her heritage, the most closely guarded feat of her people. This was a spell made by centaurs, made __for__ centaurs. This magic did not belong to the two-legs.*\n\n*She bit her lip. Without thinking, she began the hand gestures. She crossed her arms together as energy welled up within her, a soft white light spreading throughout her torso. The tattoos across her body began to shine. One in particular on the center of her left shoulder began to glow an iridescent green. In a swift, practiced movement, she pressed the fingers her right hand against the glowing mark, and then in another ritual motion, she pressed those fingers against the mark on her forehead.*\n\n*The air around her, the mark on her forehead, even her eyes began to take on that same gentle green glow. Her hair danced in an invisible breeze, as she brought another centaur's power into her own body.* \n\n\"Marya,\" *She spoke, invoking her mother's name.*\n\n*Saskia's presence had changed. Her movements seemed to flow like water as she lowered herself to the ground. She radiated a soft, comforting aura, the warmth of a hug. She reached a hand towards Aldea's injury, and the green light poured into it - slowly, but surely, beginning to heal her crushed foot.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "*As she rolled on the ground holding her foot, she knew it was her fault for not watching where her feet were in junction with hers*\n\n\n*She caught her breath for a second still immense pain she muttered out* \"I'm... Sorry... Its not... Your fault...\"\n\n\n*She semi recomposed herself taking deep breaths sitting up looking at the injury* \"Don't worry... It's nothing serious... I just will not be able to walk for a while...\"\n\n*Between tears and heavy breathing she wiped them away*\n\"What are you doing?\" *She watched in aw seeing what she was doing...*\n\n\n*Seeing everything happen confused her... She's never seen magic like this before... She said nothing just watched and put her legs future in her hands because deep down she knew she wouldn't have been able to walk again*\n\n*As she felt the green light pour into it she couldn't feel anything but joy towards saskia knowing she was healing it... She wanted to hug her hut she knew she was currently busy fixing her own mistake*\n\n\n\"I'm really sorry... I didn't even think about it... Sorry for putting you through all this... I'm assuming this is some special spell... Thank you for using it for some ol steppe elf you just met...\"" }, { "author": "tenra", "message": "All good all good! Response time/\n\nI was a bit wrapped up with something but i like your response /" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Aak, your responses make me have to think using my smooth brain I love it/" }, { "author": "tenra", "message": "A i forgot to use bot/" }, { "author": "Saskia Ra'Leigh", "message": "*Maybe it's due to the magic flowing through her, but Saskia's tone seems to be softer, soothing as she leans over Aldea, healing her injury.*\n\n\"It's... It's alright. You're the one whose foot got shattered, anyway...\" *Saskia's words dance between remorse and forgiveness.* \"I— I still have a hard time controlling my movements. My body just... Isn't made for being careful.\" *Her voice deepens, she looks away as pain flashes through her eyes.* \"It's... It's not made for a lot of things, honestly...\"\n\n\"You're right that this is special magic. We— my clan takes great pride in our ancestry, to the point that we draw power from it. This magic isn't mine, it's my mother's. Passed down to me through these tattoos. This kindness, this warmth... This is her kindness, her warmth.\"\n\n\"I don't know if we're supposed to use this magic on outsiders, or if we're even allowed to. I guess I didn't stop to think about it.\" *Saskia's brow furrows, as she was always somewhat of a purist when it came to following the traditions of her clan.*\n\n\"But I think that... I think that *She* Would be happy, knowing her name is being used to heal someone in need.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "You good to keep going?/" }, { "author": "tenra", "message": "Sure, I'm not going to be sleeping for a while, so I can keep going /" }, { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "*If it wasn't for the current unimaginable amount of agony and pain she was going through she would have blushed with how close the centaur girl was to her but as I said she was in excruciating unimaginable pain so she just looked at her with a a weak smile*\n\n\"I really don't want you to feel bad about this... You did nothing wrong, and hey... Don't say that your body is useful for many things or else your species wouldn't have evolved! So don't think your useless just because of my mistake...\"\n\n*She listened... She was happy she was important enough to be used special magic on as she nodded* \"Well thank you for this... I guess we're even then heh... Well this would have costed alot more than one gold normally... So I owe ya, your going to be alright though right? It doesn't have any consequences on your body does it?\"\n\n\n\"Well I appreciate you taking the risk... It makes me feel good, I'm sure she would be happy though...\"" }, { "author": "Saskia Ra'Leigh", "message": "*Aldea's comment about evolution largely falls on deaf ears. Saskia appreciates the reassuring sentiment, but she'd been through too much to have her experience overturned by a two-leg that hadn't lived in her body.* \n\n\"Well, this magic certainly tires me out,\" *Saskia explains calmly as she wipes her brow.* \"But it's not much more than that.\"\n\n*The green light begins to recede as the healing ritual nears its close. The glowing lights and passing energy fade slowly, peacefully. Saskia's eyes return to their normal color, her mother's aura of care and humility fades back into Saskia's usual air of power and pride.*\n\n*She stretches a hand down to Aldea.* \"We'll call it even, then. Can you stand?\"" }, { "author": "tenra", "message": "Oki! Have a good night /" }, { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "*She realized that may have been useless to say but she Still wanted to atleast try to cheer her up*\n\n\"Ah I see, well I greatly appreciate your help... I downplayed it but I don't think any doctor Could have done that... Well without going broke\" *She Chuckled*\n\n*She took her hand quite enjoying the rough feeling of it again as she stood up wobbling a bit* \"Uhm... Yeah I'm pretty sure... The pain is still there... But yeah I can walk... Again I'm so sorry for making you have to use that\"" }, { "author": "tenra", "message": "*Saskia pulls firmly, helping Aldea to her feet. She watches carefully as the elf regains her footing. For the briefest of moments, it seems like Aldea is about to stumble, fall over again. Instinctively, Saskia's muscles twitch, prepared to lurch forward and catch her — but it's nothing. Her muscles relax, leaving her wondering where that sudden jolt of concern had come from.*\n\n*She lets out a breath as the tension of the situation dissipates, turning away from Aldea and back to the road ahead of them.* \"Like I said, it's nothing. You seem nice, for a two-leg... Just don't make me regret it, yeah?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Alright so this response we arrive at the guild right?/" }, { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "\"Thank you... But you're much kinder then me, even if you don't want to admit it\" *She smiled as she continued to walk now making sure to watch her feet*\n\n\n\"We're even I suppose, even though I feel like I owe you but this could go on forever and ever so sure\"\n\n\n*As they walked they soon the guildhall came into view as she smiled widely* \"Were homeeee! C'mon let's go see brothua and sirdan, those guys are my... Friends? I think... Atleast sirdan is\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*A bustling bar, full of smiles and drunk folks partying the night away... An enjoyable night for most, but not for Horace... He had work to do, involving the tavern owner's debts to the sugar gang. Though it wasn't like he took pleasure from this kinda stuff... It was just work, his responsibility for the family. The elf, tucked away quietly in the corner would check his equipment. Laying his weapons across the table without anyone seeming to care or notice him. His hand hovering over the table, as if he was choosing what he'd use... Eventually, he stops over a butterfly sword, a small sigh escaping his lips.*\n\n\"Faker's Knife is the only way to do it i suppose... Wouldn't be good if i killed them before they could pay.\"\n*Horace mumbles to himself, beginning to sheath his equipment. He looks up to the counter, just waiting for the bar to die down abit. Needed to do this quiet...*\n\n*However, something soon catches Horace's attention. Bright Red hair cloaked under an orange hood... What was she doing here...? He smiles lightly, remembering the girl who he'd met a week or so ago. He intimidated her lots, but she seemed the stubborn type... Maybe he should go say hi, heheh...*" }, { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "*If you asked Aldea what she was doing there... She'd have no clue at all, she doesn't even like to drink! But... Still for some reason, she felt called to this bar. As she walked in she pulled the cloak off of her head, shaking her head just a bit to get her hair all the way out and nice looking before cautionlessly walking up to the bar taking a seat looking around at the bar occupants seeing if anyone stuck out... She didn't see anyone at first glance... Maybe they'd come see her? Who knows*\n\n\n*As the bartender walked over to her barstool, she just simply raised her hand in a \"Stop\" Motion as she sighed*\n\n\n\"I'll just have a water thank you... I don't got money to spend here... Saving it for a special somebody\"\n\n*She chucked a little bit looking away, she was going to buy some flowers for the two injured guards that she saved a few days ago... So she needed every silver she could have to be able to buy the nice flowers*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "No need to apologise" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would watch, his gaze passing by all the other bar goers. It seemed he'd taken a fair interest in Aldea for the most part. The elf would soon stand up as the bartender nods, going back for her drink. He'd gracefully move through the crowd, eventually making his way to Aldea's table.*\n\n*Promptly sitting down with a small 'thud', he'd look at the girl with a small smile. His face was once again unmasked, having no need for it here. He places his head in his hand, using his elbow to keep him up against the table.*\n\"Hello again, miss Whitiker.\"" }, { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "*She was looking the other way when she heard the thud to her right as she started turning around after finishing a small chat with a person to her left looking now at the unmasked horace as her heart practically stopped looking at him with eyes filled with many emotions... Most not good*\n\n\n*She was practically speechless in his presence... Knowing what he could do... She didn't stand a chance, so she began thinking her next words very carefully... Deciding to play it safely as she gulped*\n\n\"Uhm... H-hello... Again Mr. Caranaro... W-what brings you to this establishment?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace could almost feel a laugh build up in him at her expression, it was priceless! But Horace would only smile, no laugh coming out. The elf looks her in the eyes curiously, wondering what was going though her head at the moment. Face to face with the guy who menaced her just a few days ago.*\n\n\"Please, call me Horace. I hate other's calling me that... Well, here for a drink... As well as a little business meeting with someone here... But enough about me, what's up with you? You don't seem the beer type...?\"\n\n*He says, shifting and getting abit more comfortable. Seemed he intended to be there for awhile, all with this smug smile on his face.*" }, { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "*The elf looked him right back in the eyes... But these eyes were searching and thinking... Not as lighthearted as his as she continued to think... The way he was taking was way to casual to not have a sinister meaning behind it as she took a deep breath and decided the best course of action would be continue to play along until he stops playing...*\n\n\"S-sorry... Horace, ah I see a drink... Of course why else would you be here\"\n\n*She nervously Chuckled*\n\n\"Ah a business meeting, well... I won't press on further... O-oh me? Nooo, no I don't drink beer your correct... I-um... Well I'm here because I just had a feeling... I should come here\"\n\n*She gulped... Hopefully he'd believe her... She really had no reason to be there... It was just a random hunch she felt*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would continue to watch as Aldea seemed to stumble her way through a conversation. A small frown growing on his mouth as she admits she had no reason.*\n\n\"Really...? 'Just had a feeling'? That's a little hard to believe... Someone with the guards, arriving in 'randomly' in the same building as someone like me... You sure you're not following me, hm?\" \n\n*He says leaning back, his casual posture turning to a more reserved one.*\n\n\"Did you not remember my little warning, girl?\"" }, { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "*Seeing his frown she raised her hands up defensively as she began to sweat a bit*\n\n\"I-im just kidding with you i-i actually really like alcohol! It's kind of a guilty pleasure of mine yaknow? I was just playing around with you trying to make the mood lighter, I swear there are no guards... There's too many people who'd be at risk here...\"\n\n*She gulped again as she wiped her forehead*\n\n\"I-i-i-i did! I remembered it very well... The knife to the neck really stuck it in my brain... I swear I didn't bring any guards... I'm just here for a strong drink or two before I go back to work... How can I prove it?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would stare at Aldea intensely as she eagerly explains herself... God, he couldn't hold back!*\n\n*The elf would burst out laughing at Aldea as she finishes her words. Banging lightly on the table as he slowly calms down.*\n\"Man, you should've seen the look on your face! So serious... Well, since you're such a beer 'lover', why not a few rounds? Im sure it'd be fun to have a drinking friend who won't try to kill me...\"\n\n*The elf would wave over the bartender once more as she finished getting Aldea's water.*\n\"Two mugs please... I'll consider it a bit of payback for the debt, so be quick about it.\"\n\n*Horace says, looking at the bartender who quickly nods. She'd set down aldea's water, quickly running off to the counter for more beer.*\n\"Good service here... It's a shame the owner's abit of a gambler. Right ms. Whitiker?\"" }, { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "*If there was one thing Aldea didn't expect... It was laughter... She didn't know if horace was messing with her... But it was better than angry horace as she nervously Chuckled along with him*\n\n\"Y-yeah... You really got me... Heh... Heh... Wha-\"\n\n*She didn't really think about that when she came up with the lie... She's never had alcohol before... As she tried to find a way out of this tapping her finger...*\n\n\"W-well I would... But my break is basically over... I should really go back to pat-\"\n\n*She tried to back out but she was too late... He already ordered the drinks... And he'd probably just hunt her down if she ran away... So she was forced to drink as she gulped*\n\n\"Y-yeah, real good service... Thanks for the drink... Mr horace, but uh... Yeah, I don't want to kill you... I'm glad your feeling the same way... This is just confirming my theory that criminals are just as much people as normal people...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "*She nodded... He was far from normal for certain... She took a few more deep breaths, finally getting ahold of herself slightly knowing he wasn't currently a threat as of now*\n\n*She sat also in silence expecting anything to happen any moment as she took this downtime to inspect the elf steppe elf... He looked pretty decent... But she knew he was very dangerous... If only he wasn't such a fiend... Could be a nice fellow steppe elf, she was suddenly thrown back into it as she heard him speak*\n\n\"Oh uh yeah... I'm not with the guards\" *She rubbed the back of her head* \"I'm uh... With the New Sunlight Guild... If that's what you mean Mr, also I do have a badge... I just hide it to avoid unwanted attention\"\n\n*She moved her cloak a bit to reveal her Sunlight Patch*\n\n\"Also no offense... I'm not here by choice, if I didn't think you'd chase me down right after I ran... I'd be long gone... Again no offense please don't get mad\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Thought so... New Sunlight eh...? Pretty popular now and days it seems... You're the humble type, hm? Or you just know some people don't like New Sunlight...\"\n\n*The elf would lean back in his chair a bit, setting his foot on the table. He'd glance over at her as she does so. Genuine huh...? Good for her... Though, his attention is soon grabbed as she speaks more. So that's the truth eh?*\n\n*The elf would let out a short laugh. This girl was really something...*\n\n\"Hurtful, but im glad you told me... I'll forgive your lie about drinking before then... Im not mad... Just a little disheartened that i have no drinking friends anymore... Well, if you really want to, you can run. Im not gonna chase, seeing how i still got business here... With the beer and the owner respectively.\"\n\n*He smiles, waiting for Aldea to get up and escape before he got back to work.*\n\"Oh... And don't even think about calling the guards, alright? I'd hate to have to hurt a pretty little girl like you...\"" }, { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "\"Mhm, it's pretty easy to get in there and it helps me be able to proceed with my goals while simultaneously helping people out, and well it's a little bit of both... To be honest\"\n\n\"Again I'm sorry... It really not your fault... Just our last meeting wasn't really a good first impression... And I can't help but feel like at any moment your going to do something bad... Not saying you will, it's just a gut feeling\"\n\n\"O-oh, well... You already ordered he beer right? I suppose I could drink the beer so it won't go to waste... Then I can leave because I do feel bad for assuming\"\n\n\n\"Don't worry Horace... I don't wanna put any more guards in danger like last time. If I was to try to come after you, I'd do it alone... Not saying I will\"\n\n*She blushed a little bit as his last comment, to which she covered her face and looked away... She didn't expect a compliment... Dammit she was just like her sister*" } ]

[ { "author": "com.co", "message": "Ah, i can sense the Stockholm syndrome already" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would glance over at Aldea after speaking, noticing her turn away. What was wrong with her...? Her arches an eyebrow, leaning closer to her with squinted eyes.*\n\"Hey... You alright? Something wrong with your face...?\"\n\n*The elf would tilt his head, eventually leaning back into his chair.*\n\"Not that it's any of my business...\"\n\n*The thief would eventually look over, finding the waitress with two beer mugs standing before them. She nervously sets them down, seemingly hiding behind the tray she holds abit.*\n\"Anything e-else sir...?\"\n\n\"No, you're good... That'll be all.\"\n*He says, reaching forward and taking his beer as the waitress runs back, hiding behind the counter. The elf seemed to sniff the beer, smiling lightly.*\n\"Ah~ That's the stuff isn't it. Been awhile since i've drunken...\"\n*The elf would sip abit.*" }, { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "*She'd back her face up as horace got closer to hers... Until she couldn't back up any more as she looked at the close horace covering her now way less flustered cheeks*\n\n\"Y-yeah I'm fine! I uh, just didn't expect you to call me sometime like that... It was a little out of the blue... And well yeah, I just didn't expect it\"\n\n*She tripped on her own words trying not to slip... How could she have thought that... Maybe it was just the shock of it... That had to be it*\n\n*She'd gulp as the beer was set on the table as she nodded towards the waitresses seeing her run off... Atleast she wasn't the only one acting like this in Thai situation as she hesitantly lifted up the beer sniffing it like he did*\n\n*She'd take one deep breath before putting the cup to her mouth and taking a few sips before promptly making a off face and almost spitting it out before forcefully swallowing it*\n\n\"Aak... That's not what I expected it to taste like...\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace watched as Aldea drunk, a small smirk on his face at her reaction. Definitely the look of someone who hadn't drank before.*\n\"Hehe... Well that's what beer tastes like... It's definitely something you get used to after awhile... I can see how you wouldn't like it though.\"\n\n*Smiles at her, placing the beer to his lips and taking a long sip, downing at least half the mug.*\n\"Ah... That's good beer, hehe... So, you didn't expect a compliment...? I don't really believe that... With looks like yours, i wouldn't be surprised if you get hit on all the time.\"\n\n*He'd take another, much smaller sip, just savoring the taste then. A small sigh escaping his lips after as he looks away.*\n\"This is nice... Oh, and if you aren't gonna finish that i'll take it off your hands, heh...\"" }, { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "\"Well... It's definitely a Interesting taste... Maybe it is I just don't think I can get used to it... But mom told me to never waste anything so...\"\n\n*She steadied herself as she tilted back the pint and her head taking a big swallow of it as she slammed it down coughing spitting the last little in her mouth out as she patted her chest*\n\n\"Nope... Can't do it... Even with my dad's signature technique... That beer is too much for me, dammit I really wanted to finish it in one go...\"\n\n*She coughed a little bit not expecting anything that damn elf said... Everything subverted expectations*\n\n\"T-thank you for the compliment... I don't think I look *Thaaat* Good though... But no I don't get hit on often... T-this is a rare oddity\"\n\n*She tried to do some small talk... But that beer was really strong, and it was getting hard to speak straight... Definitely a light weight her fluster now showing freely*\n\n\"Y-yes please... You finish I can't swallow anymore of it without getting sick...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*As Aldea spoke abit, Horace would be busy gulping away at what little beer he had left. The elf's attention only really spiking at the mention of her father and mother. He sets down his mug, arching his eyebrow and smiling.*\n\"Hehe, you did surprisingly well for a first time drinker... Say, mind telling me about your ma' and dad? They sound like interesting folks...\"\n\n*Meanwhile, the elf snags the mug out of Aldea's buzzed hands and sets it before him. Though his eyes never left the sight of Aldea... He always liked to listen to other's stories... Reminded him of his own parents... Well, the good sides of then... It was just about the only thing he could really empathizes with others for.*\n\"Im sure they're real nice people, raising a girl like you and all...\"" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "Will probably be the last response i give for awhile" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "I'll respond tommorow/" } ]

[ { "author": "Aldea Whitiker", "message": "\"That's a whole other conversation that... No offense I'm not exactly comfortable talking to you with... Again it's nothing againt you\"\n\n*She bowed her head* \"Thank you Mr Carano... Your not as bad as I originally thought you were... I guess that just means my beliefs were correct!\"\n\n*She Rose back up talking the coin and nodded* \"Goodnight Mr Carano will I be seeing you again soon?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Sorry it's so short/" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace shrugs lightly, letting her stand and take the coin.*\n\"Good night, miss Whitiker. Maybe... This world is pretty small when you.Get around. Im sure we'll speal again.\"\n\n*Horace would smile warmly at Aldea.*\n\"Oh, and when you go back to New Sunlight... See if you can find my sister. Her name's Charlotte Caranaro. Don't mention me to her, but she'd make a good friend for you... I'd like.Someone like you.To look after her in my stead if you don't mind.\"" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "We're pretty much done here tho" } ]

[ { "author": "brebmel", "message": "*Cathal Murphy finds himself located within the Pig Hat tavern located within the city of Javad. Often frequented by the local guard and soldiers wintering within the city this tavern happens to also be a popular location for mercenaries looking for work from the town guard. Luckily for Murphy, his work earlier with the town guard earned him just enough good will to get a meeting within this establishment with one of the sergeants of the town guard - AKA soldiers capable of giving out work to mercenaries. They are located within a booth in the corner of the establishment, the sergeant helping himself to a tall tankard of ale and a well cooked ham-hock and herb sauce.*\n\n*Murphy also has a tall tankard of ale, and a plate containing some toasted bread and a thick ham-hock covered in herb sauce. The only utensil provided is a knife. Their booth is located right next to a window which allows for easy views into the road beyond which is packed with people going back and forth, the ditches on either side of the road full of the nasty gunk thrown out of chamber pots from second story windows.*" }, { "author": "Cathal Murphy", "message": "*Cathal looked around the place, seeing a women throw waste from a second story window. Cathal takes a sip of his ale before asking* \"So got any idea where those other bandits came from? Because only one of them was on the wanted list, and that was the murderer.\" *Cathal was interested in where the murderer had joined the bandits. Where they friends? Fellow gang members? He could only wonder how the murderer got extra help.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "*Swallowing a bite of pork and washing it down with a hefty chug of ale the sergeant replies* \"The fuckers like to be with their kin, that's why i'd imagine he left town and went up to join with the local banditry. Big cities like us tend to generate a lot of criminals who'd rather take their chances in the middle o fucking no where then try to avoid us that's for sure!\" *He laughs heartily before stuffing his mouth with more of the pork, ripping the meat off the bone with his yellowed teeth.*" }, { "author": "Cathal Murphy", "message": "*Cathal took a moment to think. If he was a murderer on the run, he would most likely want to get help too, so you cant be easily killed. Cathal then asked* \"Do you guys have any ideas on where bandit gangs might be? These guys where wearing cloaks, could that be a uniform of sort?\" *This was a complete guess, Cathal didn't know too much on how bandit groups work, since he was a house lords son, and was raised all his life to be a soldier and leader of his house. He was only taut about enemy's like soldiers, knights, and ect, not bandits.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "*He responds with a laugh and wipes off the pork grease from around his mouth with a rag as he looks thoughtful for a moment before stating* \"Well, if we knew where they were then they wouldn't be there anymore! So to answer your question, yes, we have a singular lead and that's why *You* Wanted to talk with me right? So you could get some good ole silver. And no, I don't know if the cloaks are some kind of uniform - but if it's any consolation it'll be your job to find out.\" *Pausing momentarily to eat the last of the pork from the bone and chugging the last of his ale he says* \"If you want the job you'll have to come down to the barracks and I can debrief you better, since you haven't really eaten your food i'll leave you be - better not hear about you wasting any of it!\" *With that finished he stands up from his seat, pushes his way through the crowd, and out the tavern doors into the street.*" }, { "author": "Cathal Murphy", "message": "Cathal: *Cathal finished his food in a couple of minutes. He then stood up and walked into the street. He preferred walking through the city, since there were larger crowds, and he didn't want to accidentally trample someone. Then Cathal realised he had no idea where the barracks was. Cathal looked around to see if there was anybody who might know, but as he was looking around, he bumped into someone.*" } ]

[ { "author": "brebmel", "message": "The rather large looking man gives Cathal a dirty look, and unperturbed by his garb shouts \"Watch where the fuck you're going richie!\" Before stomping off into a nearby alleyway. Several people stare at Murphy after the altercation before moving on with their days. A nearby guard, drunken as can be, stumbles through the crowd and hiccups before saying \"Oh! It's yooouuuuu haaaaa, buddee you wanna come with me to the barracks we gotta *Burp* Get ready for patrol...\" The guard seems to have completely miss-recognized Murphy." }, { "author": "Cathal Murphy", "message": "*Cathal felt bad for what he did. He wasn't used to the commoner life, since he had grown up as the son of the most powerful house in Upper Mentia. Cathal then payed his attention to the drunken soldier. He needed to get to the barracks, so he would try to use the drunken soldier as a guide.* \"Alright buddy, you lead the way\" *Cathal said as he put his arm around the soldier to stop the soldier from falling face first to the ground.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "His grin is sloppy as he says \"Yeaahhh you the man hahahahah, we uh go straight here...\" He relays a rough set of directions, though not exactly accurate because he's drunk he manages to eventually reach the barracks. A large stone structure built into the city wall in the shape of a tower. Arrow slits peer down out of the stone, and a large thick oak door leading into a small courtyard where several tables can be seen alongside some training dummies. Several guards can be seen lounging about." }, { "author": "Cathal Murphy", "message": "*Cathal takes his arm off the man, only for the man to fall face first to the ground, another comes and says to Cathal* \"Don't worry about him, I take care of him\" *Cathal asks the soldier* \"Do you know where the sergeant is?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza", "message": "In a crowded Salvainan tavern a Silnari sat down on one of the table. He was fixated on a pile of papers in front of him, occasionally scribbling and stamping the papers with a seal. He was meticulous and capable of shunting the noisy chaos of the tavern easily, accompanied by a bottle of wine and a plate of bread and meat in front of him. \n\nHe spent a few time just looking around the place, staring at the lively crowd and roaring laughter, chuckling quietly to a few loud and most definitely obnoxious jokes a drunken Lora shouted across the tavern.\n\nHis hands were shaking whenever he put aside his ink pen, but most definitely are stable whenever he did..." }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "Tavish would've entered the crowded tavern,sitting righ next to auras, he was wearing his full plate of starsteel so he was REALLY HARD to miss,and as soon as the barkeep saw him, he already knew what was going to happen as he brought out the stash of bottle he somehow got him to agree to keep here, instantly gobbling one of them up like there was absolutely nothing in it" }, { "author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza", "message": "Ryza took notice of the knight and his stash of alcohols, he was stamping a seal to a paper parchment written as *Criminal Offences, South Salvainia*, he would sip his cup of wine and slowly lean on the tavern chair. \n\nHis gaze was not focusing on the knight but rather a bartender he knew pretty well, sipping his cup of wine before filling it up again.\n\n\"Full-plate Starsteel, not a common occurrence for me to see. An exhaustive day, correct?\"" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "\"Not really, t'day was more 'kin to break compared to tryin'to chase around'that damned monster, tri'd ou' this brand-new starsteel stuff 'gainst some goblins'raidin a grainary,as ye can guess,it worked flawlessly... By th'way, heard any info'bout a gian'cat, suspicious pilles'o bones or missing convoy?\"\n\nAlthough tavish drank a bottle, his strange speaking wasn't caused by drunkenness, it was clearly just his accents, although it might just become the drunkenness soon as he quickly drank another bottle as if those where just appetizer" }, { "author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza", "message": "\"I've heard reports and rumours, definitely a lot more missing convoys through the more rural part of Salvainia and piles of bones are infrequent but not a rare occurrence too, as for giant feline, no, but i could scrounge information up.\" Ryza replied, gulping down his cup, his stare still changing from places to places." } ]

[ { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "\"Woul'be nice o'ya, went investigating a los' convoy few month'go, a few halberdsmen, two nobles and a good swordsman straight up v'nished with no explanation, when i got to the l'cation a bloody gian' cat with two jaw an' a fuck'ton o'tentacles tried to bring down tree's with a single chomp at their base so that they'd crash on me, o'course i'm still here so ya can guess i dodged 'em, but i couldn't catch the bastard, been month i've been tryin' to track him down with no luck\"\nWould say tavish after he quickly downed another bottle, what described tavish sounded like a beast from a old tale but he was completely serious" }, { "author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza", "message": "Ryza expression turned into a serious one, he snatched one of his paper and wrote down the knight's testimony. He filled his cup again and offered the man one of his uneaten and still hot bread. He seemed not distrustful of strangers, even though he was on a tavern.\n\nRyza sighed, as he finally looked into the knight next to him.\n\n\"What's your name, good man?\"" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "\"Tavish finnegan degroot, keep in mind this happened month 'go n' outside from the few pilles o' bones n' missing convoy, i haven't been able to spot him again', bastard probably hidin' in the tree's\"\nA great sense of hatred could be felt in tavish's voice, if he was faking it he was certainly good at it, or perhaps it was just the alcohol, but who knows,this obviously didn't come to tavish's mind as he ate the piece of bread" }, { "author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza", "message": "\"Intriguing, a giant feline, a carnivorous one at that.\" He started sketching the giant cat on a piece of paper with smooth expertise, the two jaws ready to devour and two claws ready to tear apart its prey. He was certainly good at drawing it, *Too good*, like he knew the very experience of being ambushed, like he was familiar with it. \n\nHe focused his attention to the sketch, it was not the prettiest sight to see, but it is unnervingly realistic in it's depiction, the expression of the two nobles with their retinue when they encounter this beastial figure was too surreal.\n\nThe elf lean back to the chair again, finishing his bottle and meal, he raised his hand before one of the bartender goes to the table and served his bottle of fine wine, nervously glancing at the grim portrait near the already used alcohol.\n\nHe gave the knight a small note, a map to a small cottage near the city outskirt, near a beach too.\n\n\"Visit me in about a week in the location provided, i want to investigate this further.\"" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "\"Aye, see ya then, i'll try and find ya the report i did o'that investigation n'try and find more information bout'that bastard, i'll also note, thing coul' talk, couldn' understand a single bloody word that monster said but i know that if the bastard can talk he probably is'mart enough to avoid us\"\n\n*Tavish would say the last part with an annoyed tone, so annoyed he didn't drink another bottle! Otherwise, when tavish looked onto the drawing, it seemed like it was right to him, but who knows, he may just be having problem with his vision due to the one eye and alcohol from earlier*" }, { "author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza", "message": "\"Then i shall excuse myself, i have many things to do, and the night is getting darker eh?\" Ryza excused himself, offering his wine bottle and grabbing his sketch of the feline monstrous creature before giving the man a warm smile.\n\nHe disappeared in the crowd, only the glint of is glaive can be vividly seen in the crowd as he left the tavern." } ]

[ { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "```one night, inside inn, a few minutes before closing hour.```\n\n*Hikari and Juna would find themselves guarding a inn at a small generic town, the innkeeper thought it would be beneficial for him to hire you as recently a small group of thief that the local authorities have not been able to catch yet have started to rob and then trash the nearby house and business, taking everything from recipe and any valuable meanwhile destroying anything they found to be fragile like bottles, stools and a singular counter desks.*\n\n*Your job will be to defend the inn from any would be intruder while not waking up the guest upstairs and to limit any possible damage. There still remains a few minutes before the innkeepers clocks out and goes to sleep so you still have time to ask any possible questions you may have.*" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*Eugh. A group of thugs calling themselves \"Thieves\" Committing small-time crimes. Nothing they aren't used to, but it was a good place to start in order to get themselves back into the swing of combat.*\n\n*The innkeeper didn't tell them too much, so the Northerner thought it wise to ask a few questions. Typical stuff, really.*\n\n\"Hey, before you go.\"\n\n\"You never really said how capable these guys *Are.* They sound like a group of bratty kids, but they must have *Some* Skill, right? Or the guards would have an easier time getting them. Any idea of what they can do besides break stuff?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would keep to herself for the most part. She wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to be looking out for with these supposed intruders, but she couldn't help but feel that it wasn't too big of a threat with the asking of a couple of adventurers rather than actual guards to protect the place.\n\nHer bow sat strung around her torso, the Canifor having decided to not take it off in the event that she came off looking to pick unnecessary fights. As her partner would speak to the innkeeper, her ears would angle themselves in their direction, trying to pick up bits of the conversation. She too had to admit that she wondered what exactly they were going to be up against, but being the timid one that she was, she couldn't bring herself to heavily question the details of their task.*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*The innkeeper would answer to hikari's question although with a bit of hesitation as to not say any false information.*\n\n\"Thing is, i wouldn't be able to know much,they seem to always be pretty silent until they start to breaks things and by the point someone start looking at what's the problem they'd already be far off into the distance ,it's like they can already see you coming from a mile away from what the shop-keep that got stolen from told me.\n\nAlso if it could be of any help, he did see the silhouette of two of the bandits, one of them seemed quite small ,with a weirdly shaped head and the other seemed quite big, also seeming a tad bit shiny, although it was far away and at night so take what you hear with a grain of salt... Although it would be safe to assume since they where able to smash a counter desk and they still where able to escape, at-least one of them would be strong physically, those things are harder to break than most think!\"" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "\"...So, capable...\"\n\n*Hikari rolled their eyes and clicked their tongue. How \"Helpful\"... Hikari felt for their kusarigama and gave it a feel. A nasty looking blade attached to a chain, usually an unconventional and exotic weapon. But in Hikari's hands, a deceptively deadly tool... More than useful for slowing down the thieves, with a good swing to the tendons. Hikari didn't fancy causing any bloodshed anyway.*\n\n*Hikari looked at their companion as they tied their hair back.* \"Might have a Titan on our hands. Weirdly shaped head could be a lotta things, though...\"\n\n*Hikari would've planned an ambush out within the inn, but the specific rule to not awake any current residents made that... Hard, to say the least. They looked at Juna.*\n\n\"We could keep watch outside? You're good with that bow, right? I'm with someone who's a decent archer, I'm gonna assume.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would turn her head to look over at Hikari as he addressed her, her gaze eventually dropping to not stare for too long. A titan? Juna didn't know much about them, but if they were simply 'capable', surely they could easily take care of it between the two of them. There was also the mention of it being at least two bandits which left her wondering if there were more traveling unseen\n\nWith Hikari asking her if she was able to use her bow, she'd hesitantly nod.*\"Yes... Yes I can use it...\"*She'd say in a seemingly regretful tone to describe her years of hunting experience. She hardly enjoyed using her bow outside of it, but it seemed Hikari was planning its use just in case. With his suggestion of them keeping watch from outside, she would take a slight pause as if thinking it over before giving a light nod.*\"Yeah... Yeah I think that would be best...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "\"Huh, if you're both gonna guard outside,you better finish preparing yourself because in a minute i'm gonna lock the door, wouldn't want anyone sneaking past you two.\"\n\n*Would say the tired innkeeper, a bit surprise that they both didn't attempt to stay and guard inside as it would've been more comfortable, although you still have a few minutes if you want to do any final preparation, when you've finished, you may leave the inn and start your job*" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*Hikari nodded before giving Juna a nudge and walking outside. Wasn't much more they needed to do.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would follow after him, keeping a short distance between them as she remained silent.*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "```end of the introduction```\n*A few seconds after you left the inn, you would hear the click of the door being locked, the only thing left to do now is wait and be extremely attentive has to not be caught off guard, from the information given, you know there might be two sneaky bandits that may try and attack the inn or nearby building, you do not have much information on that threat however as their attacks where only recent.*\n\n*The outside is quite dark, although you do have two torches that where kindly put by the innkeper on two torch holder, although it won't light up anywhere near the required amount of light that you would need to fully see through the night, thankfully for the both of you, you both have enhanced vision, although it still isn't enough to see the entire street and may cause you both to miss something important,there is a alleyway that goes to the back of the inn, although there isn't an entrance to the inn, it would be easy for anyone to hide there as long as they don't fall over into a pile of old bottle and trash.*" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*Of course, Hikari decided to hide in the alleyway, pulling out the kusarigama and keeping it handy for when the bandits came.*\n\n*Stay focused. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too hard to get the drop on them, considering their lack of subtlety.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*With Hikari heading off towards the alleyway, Juna would decide to keep watch near the entrance of the inn. Part of her was hoping she wouldn't get ambushed without the extra backup, but she felt she was better off focusing on the main entrance for the time being until Hikari gave notice of needing her help.*" } ]

[ { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*A few hours would pass before anything worth juna's attention really happen, the passing time didn't change the visibility although you would feel the coldness of the night coming at full force, although it still isn't bad enough to feel anything but a bit of discomfort for juna, although she could feel like something was off in the distance.*\n\n*On the other hand for Hikari, he would have to pay a lot more attention to his surrounding has the alleyway felt more like a junkyard than anything else, and that since he off course had to not make any of the bottle fall due to the risk of falling off their location, breaking, which would make it harder for him to spot any intruder as it would drive his attention to something else.*\n\n```there is something off in the distance\nHikari will have a malus to his perception check as long as he is in the alleyway.```" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*Argh... Did nobody even try to keep their damn rubbish decently clean?*\n\n*Hikari tried to stay hidden within the hellhole most knew as this particular alleyway, glad that they at least had the eyes of a particularly observant eagle, and of course, the ears of a fox.*\n\n*Their ears perked up as they tried to keep all their senses ready.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*As time would pass, Juna would start to wonder if Hikari was going to return anytime soon. Her fur would stand on end from the chill of the night air, beginning to wish they could have waited inside for the night. An odd feeling would pass through her as she lifted her gaze to stare off into the distance, something amidst that seemed to catch her attention. Her hand went for her bow, the other grabbing an arrow as if she expected to be attacked from the darkness.*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*As you looked around the street, you would've both noticed a big reptilian, the light from the torches combined with your enhanced vision made him seem like he was glowing due to his scales reflecting the light, however he wasn't alone, as he was accompanied by someone else that juna could identify as a uzhi wearing a tight mask,but that was a thing hikari couldn't see*\n\nReptile guy:Seems like they hired guards\nSlime man:they really gave up on the town's knight fast huh, are you they aren't just other bandits trying to steal our thing?\nReptile guy:no clue, but either way,we can't let them stay on our turf\n\n*They would whisper to each-other before the reptile guy started getting closer,noticing hikari,the slime man in the mean time, both of them getting ready to bring in the pain!*\n```everyone noticed the reptile guy\nOnly juna saw the slime man\nOnly the reptile guy spoted hikamari\nCOMBAT PHASE START!```" }, { "author": "shadow_wizard69420", "message": "*Ah, SHIT.*\n\n*Hikari only saw the reptile and heard them talk to another fellow, with an unknown... Well, anything. Lurching forth and whipping out the kusarigama, Hikari takes a throw, aiming to hit the legs, or maybe strike a nerve and cause enough pain to slow the lizard down, and then backing off back into the shadows.*\n\n``\n\nBattlefield Mobility allows Half Action Dash. Dual Kusarigama gives Weapon Bonus to Cripple. DK has reach.\n\nHP 30/30\nFocus 3/5\n[Defensive Roll (23 AC)]\n[Moved 10m (5 tiles) towards Reptilian, and back as far as possible.]\n[Attack Reptilian, using Cripple Play | 12 Attack Roll | 14 Damage\n[Dash]``" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears would lift as she took notice of the Uzhi, quickly taking the time to notch an arrow into her bow. Glancing over towards where Hikari had ran off to, she would see him lunge towards them, unsure if he noticed the comrade that the Reptilian brought with him. She'd eventually fixate her gaze back towards the Uzhi as she would draw the string back and fire off an arrow towards them.*\n\n```HP: 33/33\nFocus: 8/8\n\nMovement: N/A\nAttack 1: | Notch Arrow | \nAttack 2: | 15 | 7 | Precise Shot on Uzhi```" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would feel the arrow pierce her, biting back a rising whine as she'd grab an arrow and fire off another shot back at the slime.*\n\n```HP: 23/33\nFocus: 7/8\n\nReaction: | 21 | 9 | Reactive Fire```" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*Hikari attempted to evade the blow, although it was a strong, accurate blow and evading it took a lot out of them.*\n\n``HP: 23/30\nFocus: 3/5\n\nReaction: Evade (10)``\n\n*Double shit.*\n\n*Hikari takes another swing with the Kusarigama, in a desperate attempt to cripple the lizard, before trying to sidestep past the lizard and get out of the alley.*\n\nHP: 23/30\nFocus: 2/5\n[using Battlefield Mobility to Disengage]\n\nMovement: Uhh... But hard to describe with no map, but outta the alley and beside the lizard.\nHalf Action 1: Cripple against Lizard | 13 Accuracy | 18 damage \nHalf Action 2: Disengage" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would grab an arrow from her quiver, quickly firing it off at the slime before grabbing another and firing as well. She didn't like having to be forced into a bow fight, but having nowhere left to back up to, she was stuck having to until Hikari got back.* \n\n```HP: 26/33\nFocus: 7/8\n\nAttack 1: | 23 | 7 | Precise Shot\nAttack 2: | 5 | 5 | Short Bow shot```" } ]

[ { "author": "shadow_wizard69420", "message": "*Hikari continued the onslaught against the already crippled lizard before backing off to go after the Uzhi. The retreat was a bit sloppy, but they couldn't risk another beat down from the lizard, their face was already looking like it had been post-bar brawl.*\n\nHP: 12/30\nFocus: 0/5\nDefense: 22 AC\nMovement: Moves 6 away from Reptilian, and towards Uzhi. Reptilian can proc AoO against Hikari\nAttack 1: Cripple | 20 Acc | 19 Dam\nAttack 2: Cripple | 23 Acc | 4 Dam" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "```third enemy action phase```\n*The reptile, being surprised that hikari's crippling attack landed,making unable to move would focus on protecting himself this turn instead of attacking.*\n\n*Meanwhile, before the slime realized he was starting to get ganged up on, would shoot two quick arrow at juna*\n\nRept def: 16\nSlime def: 24\n```rept ha 1:defend\nRept ha 2: defend\n\nSlime attack 1:26|4 dmg\nSlime attack 2:17|8 dmg ```" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Grabbing another arrow and notching it in her bow, she'd send off another arrow towards the slime.*\n\n```HP: 18/33\nFocus: 6/8\n\nReaction: | 16 | 4 | Reactive Fire```" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*Hikari scowled, watching their enemy just sit and take the lashes with their Kusarigama.\n\n*\"Not so bloody tough now, are you?\"*\n\nHP: 12/30\nFocus: none, sadge\nDefence: 22 AC\nReaction: None, nothing can be used here" } ]

[ { "author": "shadow_wizard69420", "message": "*Hikari took a shot from the arrow, and breathed in sharply.\n\nThey weren't going to last much longer unless they ended the fight and fast.*\n\nHP: 6/30\nFocus: 0/5\nDefence: 20 AC\nReaction: none" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "```enemy reaction 4```\n\n*The enemies didn't have anything to do so skipped*\n\n```juna took 8 damage\nHikari took 6 damage\nThe lizard dodged all the arrows\nNothing was able to touch the uzhi\nBoth of them seem tired\nReptilian hp -25/??\nSlime hp -7/??```" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*With the Uzhi moving near out of reach, Juna would refocus on the lizard, firing arrows off at him before slowly backing away from the alleyway opening. The pain of the arrows was starting to take its toll on her, forcing her to have to retreat back a bit and hope Hikari could handle it for the time being.*\n\n```HP: 6/33\nFocus: 6/8\n\nMovement: Backing away from alleyway entrance\nAttack 1: | 21 | 8 | Precise Shortbow shot\nAttack 2: | 21 | 8 | Shortbow shot```" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*Hikari just tutted with annoyance as Juna backed off, but they supposed someone had to take the beating.*\n\n*Hikari stood in front of Juna, swapping to their straight edge Runran Blade and a handful of darts and standing guard.*\n\nHP 6/30\nFocus 0/5\n\nMovement: following Juna roughly\n\nAction 2: Guard" } ]

[ { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "```enemy's final action```\nSlime: H-hey rookie, i think these couple of palookas learned their lesson, time for us to dip\nReptilian :...Sure,let's go wreak another place\n\n*The slime would continue fleeing the way he came from,this time not even shooting at you, meanwhile the reptilian would flee through the alleyway, knocking a lot of thing out of his way making a ruckus*\n\nReptilian def: 19\nSlime def: 9\n```combat encounter won!\nThe noise the reptilian did might've awakened someone```" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*Damn, their first real fight in so long and they didn't even win...\n\nIf anything, they barely survived. Adrenaline wearing off, the chest begins to throb, and the husky breathing worsens. Hikari began to lean on a wall with their elbow, their body feeling like it could cave in on itself soon.*\n\n*They did the job, at least...*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears would remain raised, hearing the faint sounds of them running off before she would slump against the wall, slowly sliding down to the ground in exhaustion. They were gone at least. She'll take what she could get from it even if the outcome wasn't favored. After all, they was still alive.*" }, { "author": "chair._._.", "message": "*A few minutes after the fight, you would hear fumbling around the inn door as the innkeeper fumbled with the key to open the inn's door.*\n\n\"What was that ruckus in the alleyway you guys are supposed to not make any noi- oh... I guess you had a meeting with the bandits... Well since you already drove them away, you can guard the inside of the inn for the rest of the night\"\n\n*Would say the innkeeper, firstly being annoyed then completely switching to a comprehending state of mind, after all, he did say earlier that every time before the bandits left they'd make a ruckus, at-least you didn't have any permanent injury he would've had to pay healers for.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would remain silent as she sat against the wall for a short while before she could eventually convince herself to get back up. Pressing her hand against the wall for support, she'd make her way to the tavern door. Giving a small dip of her head in acknowledgment to the innkeeper, she'd make her way inside, deciding to enjoy what warmth she could get out of it after the cold night.*" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*Only a thumbs up came from Hikari as they sat down near the fireplace, applying a Healing Salve to dull the pain.*\n\n*Everything hurts, the mission was barely a success, and their lung isn't getting much better. Massive exhale ensues, and not a happy one.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Doram Virmar", "message": "*Doram and Marcus after there battle against the two bandits went to the local tavern where they took a drink and started talking*\n*\"So you probably are a little confused why i attacked the bandits instead of you well you said something about needing money and well i got an idea for us\"* *This is what Doram says standing on his barstool to be the same height as Marcus when he is standing*" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "*Marcus takes a large swig of beer* \"I like the sound of that. These beers don't pay for themselves\"" }, { "author": "Doram Virmar", "message": "*Doram looks at Marcus beer that compared to his are tiny which brings down a bit of his mannliennes \"Well so you probably know about the wars in Mentia and i suggest that we help upper Mentia in that war as hired merrcanies, what d ya think\"*" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "\"How much are they paying? Whichever side pays the most is the side I am fighting for.\"\n\n\"Of course, you cannot end something too quickly. Sometimes its good to play both sides to have them keep fighting\"\n\n\"Good for business\"\n\n*He looks utterly unapologetic*" }, { "author": "Doram Virmar", "message": "*\"I don't know the exact pay but i know that there are Beastskin warlords a divided nation with easy to pick of one by one i suppose we help the emporer in his battle against them which would make upper Mentia an opponent against the strongest Mentian nation middle Mentia meaning that the war will take a long time\" Doram is a faithfull upper Mentia supporter so saying that the war will take long hurts him a bit*" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "Marcus thinks it over for a bit. \"Well, the losing side is most likely going to pay more. Plus, the longer it drags out the more jobs I will get as a mercenary. Maybe I can even get a new band together after my old one... *He trails off* Never-mind, this sounds like an opportunity\"" }, { "author": "Doram Virmar", "message": "*\"Well i see that it is an idea that has potentional but there is one thing even though i grew up in Mentia i do not know any lords i can try to contact the Lord of Al but i don't know if he will help us for now we need to build a reputation then we can truly help so we got to either help the locals of Al or the army people who do not have a super high rank but we may have luck and the lord let's us help if we just prove out combat expirience\" Doram looks at Marcus waiting for an answer anxios for it*" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "\"Hey, if you want, I can try to get a mercenary group back together. We can make some money with contracts and work our way up. Small contracts at first but with more people and experience we could get higher paying ones. We are going to become properly equipped. I have had my eye on this plate armor at the blacksmith for a while\"\n\n\"You have to be warned that mercenary work is not rainbows. It is grueling and contracts are difficult at times\"" }, { "author": "Doram Virmar", "message": "\"Hey, if you want, I can try to get a mercenary group back together. We can make some money with contracts and work our way up. Small contracts at first but with more people and experience we could get higher paying ones. We are going to become properly equipped. I have had my eye on this plate armor at the blacksmith for a while\"\n\n*\"Well that is great when we have a name we can get big buck but when you said back together do you mean that you have where part of a group with members still alive\" Doram takes a sip of his beer*" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "*He looks like he does not want to talk about it*\n\n\"Lets just say we got some crummy contracts and I could not keep people on payroll\"" }, { "author": "Doram Virmar", "message": "*\"It a thing to avoid got it but should we be on our way to upper Mentia maybe get some people to join then get some money and get thing rolling\" Doram finishes his beer and is getting ready to go when \"Wait we need a name\"*" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "\"We can use the name I have used before\"\n\n\"Or do you have a different idea?\"" }, { "author": "Doram Virmar", "message": "\"Best not to stick to the past i suggest\" \"Lionclaw\"" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "\"How about 'rangers'?\"" }, { "author": "Doram Virmar", "message": "*\"Rangers huh i like it not to obscure not to direct well then the Rangers will now exist\"\" Lightly slaps Marcus on the back*" }, { "author": "bisharpthegamer", "message": "\"Is there anything else?\"" }, { "author": "Doram Virmar", "message": "*\"Only that we head to upper Mentia\"*" }, { "author": "manman98", "message": "That is enough role play for now" } ]

[ { "author": "shadow_wizard69420", "message": "``back to the two wankers...``" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*A water skin was cracked open, a healing salve used and a seat at the fire taken. Hikari sighed through the nose, infuriated at their own incompetence.*\n\n*How pathetic had they managed to become? They were able to kill a wight, take on trained Elven soldiers and win handily, fight their fair share of well trained shinobi and this was what they were brought down to... \n\nIt was embarrassing... Utterly bloody humiliating, and their shameful performance in front of that Juna girl didn't help matters. At least it would split Hikari from any future, shadier jobs they take... After all, they'd actually be competent in them!*\n\n*Hikari, after a while, looked towards Juna, clearly worn out from the massive scuffle. It took them a lot of effort to pretend they cared about anything besides getting a decent rest right now.*\n\n\"...You good?\"\n\n*Gods, they needed a real cleric, and badly. Their chest was only getting worse, their voice raspier after two good hits to the chest, one destroying their lung. Hurts to speak...*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would pull her legs close to her, her tail wrapping around her body as she sat in front of the fire and stared into it absently. The fight didn't go as she would have hoped, but the Canifor never thought herself as capable enough in combat anyways, hardly capable of causing true harm in another person. It was always tougher than needed at times. At least she managed to get off a few arrows, despite missing most of her shots.\n\nHearing Hikari speaking to her, she found her ears lowering on her head while her gaze traveled down to her feet.*\"I'm fine...\"*She would murmur back. By now the cuts that had formed from where the arrows had pieced her seemed like hardly more than dried bloody scarring on her arms. With the heat from the fire, the injuries' presence felt more amplified, but not enough to cause her to move away from it. She could handle the light burning sensations it caused on her.*\n\n\"I'm sorry... I wasn't much help...\"*She'd manage to get out. Hardly a shot hitting in comparison to what Hikari managed. In the end she found herself having to back off first, forcing him to have to waste time protecting her. Some archer she was. If the terrible display wasn't enough, the aftermath of knowing just how much the slime had struck her was.\n\nThe Canifor closed her eyes, the heat warm within it as the tears forced themselves out to help with how dry they had gotten. Winter wasn't doing her much justice it seemed and neither were the jobs she was being given.*" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*...Ugh...*\n\n*Hikari did partially want to be nice to Juna, but at the same time they'd dealt with this shit too much with Mevis, and that what's-his-face... Big titan. They weren't that good with being the heart, they hated it. It always felt forced, even during their hero shtick with New Sunlight, where they tried pretending that being a mercenary for slightly more moral causes made them atone for their deeds. Now, though, with even that sliver of hope down the drain, it took active effort to be that nice guy.*\n\n\"You were fine, honestly.\" *Thank Gods Hikari was a good enough liar, and had been more than trained to hide tells. It wouldn't be immediately obvious unless Juna really examined them that they honestly didn't want to do the kindhearted shit.*\n\n*Hikari took a while just getting up, and grunted with pain as the damage still ached. Odds are, they'd probably form at least a black eye for a bit, but the beauty of makeup was a brilliant thing.*\n\n\"You want anything? I'm getting something decent to drink. Not any strong alcohol though, incase you still have open wounds. Don't want to thin our blood with it.\"\n\n *Hikari themselves grabbed a mug of cheap ale, probably nothing with any real inebriation potential, and sipped away at it.*\n\n\"If it makes you feel any better, I killed a wight once, and now I can't even fight a glorified thug with bare hands.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would offer a half-hearted laugh to Hikari's more bluntness in his failed attempt at combat.*\"I guess we both could do with more training...\"*She'd say before resting her chin on her knees. The Canifor was exhausted to say the least, having half an ear open for Hikari as he spoke to her.\n\nIn his offer of getting her something, seemingly a drink of sorts, the Canifor would respond with:*\"Just... Water is fine...\"*She never cared for alcohol, deciding the simple feeling of fresh water through her was all she really needed right now.\n\nShe'd allow herself to slowly lay down on the floor, seeking comfort in it from where she lay.*\"I... Still think you did well...\"*Juna would say as if in trying to compliment him. His injuries looked much worse than her own that even looking at him was hard without feeling bad. Maybe she could have found something to help with healing, though she doubted they'd see each other beyond this tavern.\n\nJuna wasn't even sure if she'd really come back to this place anyways. Her traveling will be limited one day to care for her to be hatchling and seeing all that's happened to her in the city, it just didn't feel like the right place to return to for a while.*" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*Hikari handed Juna their water skin in response, not seeing a point in bothering with paying for water when they already carried some on their person.*\n\n\"I could've done better... But thanks. *Hikari took a large gulp, swallowing some spit and gritting their teeth against the pain before getting closer to Juna, lowering their voice as they spoke.*\n\n\"...I can't believe he's paid us 15 gold for this shit. Each. I've been missing out all this time with my old contractors.\"\n\n*Hikari shook their mug, watching the moose piss swirl around in their cup for a bit as they thought about what to do with their recent income.*\n\n\"Hey, what are you doing with all that money? 15 gold for roughing up two thugs...\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna felt grateful for the amount they managed to get out of the encounter, even if it didn't end the best for them at least the money was worth it in the end.\n\nBeing given the waterskin, she'd bring it close to her lips and drink from it for a short while before lowering it onto her stomach as she gazed up to him from where she laid on the floor.\n\nBeing asked what she planned to do with all the money, she took a moment to think about it. She could have potentially spent it on better gear and armor, anything would seem to help her in defending herself, but instead, she'd simply say:*\"...Paying my friend back... Mostly...\"\n\n*The Canifor would drop her gaze back towards the fire.*\"She's been helping me this whole winter without... Without asking for anything to return... I know her boyfriend probably sees me as a burden in their house... I just know it... So... I just figured I could pay them back this way...\"*She rambled on mostly to herself as her own thoughts seemed to escape her mouth as quickly as they rose to her head.\n\nEventually she'd shake her head, realizing that maybe she was speaking too deeply on the question.*\"Just... Making ends meet...\"*She'd finally say.*\"And getting things to help protect myself with...\"\n\n*Glancing over to Hikari, she would ask:*\"What about you...? What... Will you do with the money...?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "\"...Making ends meet with 15 gold? That's enough to buy a house, and only 300 silver away from a 2nd one...\"\n\n*Hikari raised their eyebrows. What the hell was Juna using all that money on, if 15 gold was just enough to get by and buy equipment? Was she... It seemed unlikely, but getting into that underbelly themselves slapped Hikari's distrust back into shape. And distrust they continue to, lying about their use of the money.*\n\n\"Honestly, I'm probably just going to save it up. I just took the job to get back into the swing of combat. I haven't taken a decent contract in too long.\"\n\n*They were planning on buying a new house. Innocuous enough by itself, but they were planning on setting up a few hideouts around maybe... Salvania? Lymia...? Mentia? Mentia was always good for jobs, and they were always in dire need of a decent mercenary, especially a less scrupulous one.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Saving up? Part of Juna was curious to know what for exactly, though seeing as he hadn't already told her, she figured that he didn't wish to share.*\n\n\"I don't think... I've ever gotten your name...\"*She'd eventually say, pausing for a bit as she considered probably saying her own first.*\"I'm Juna...\"*The Canifor would relax a bit, feeling safer for the time being with the thugs gone.\n\nShe'd wait for him to introduce himself if he had decided to, before she'd eventually ask:*\"Do you think the thugs will come back...?\"*It was probably a stupid question. They always came back eventually didn't they? At least, she doubted their little skirmish was enough to drive them away forever. Maybe the tavern owner would higher two more capable adventurers to aid them in this ordeal or maybe someone with an actual stomach to kill will bring an end to them once and for all. The thought left her partially queasy, so she decided to stop thinking of it for the time being and continued to drink from the water skin to help counteract the extra warmth the fire gave her.*" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "\"Uhh... Hikari.\"\n\n*Would they come back...? Hikari paused for a moment, grabbing another beer before returning.*\n\n\"Definitely. Go wreck another place, you know? That's what they said... They probably won't come back for a while though, since this place was smart enough to hire decent guards... If it weren't for our restrictions, I'd have set up more traps, but they're still scared enough that the job's done for now.\"\n\n\"It might even be a bit of extra flexing of our muscles if we searched for them further and tried arresting them. There's no way their bounty's too low, and it's better than just killing them.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna took a moment to think about it. Maybe chasing after a couple of thugs with a bounty over their head would help her in the long run. As she thought more on it however, she'd eventually give a brief shake of her head. What if there were more of them? What if it took forever to track down and catch them? What if they followed them all this way only to get beat up again in the process?\n\nMaybe it would be better to let them be for the time being.*\"I think... I'll just return home for now...\"*She'd say quietly.*\"I'm not... Feeling up for another fight...\"*Juna believed Hikari was probably better off with another partner to work with. At the very least, he seemed to believe that they've done enough of a number on the bandits even if they were bound to cause trouble elsewhere. What did those two hope to accomplish with all the ruckus they were making? Juna wasn't sure. She was never truly sure of the motives of those that sought need to break rules.\n\nThe Canifor would eventually shift away from the fire, the warmth reaching its peak for her to handle as she'd drift into a more cooler area away from it to be able to allow the warmth to subside. She winced upon the movement, the scarring feeling more irritated each time she made their job harder.*" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "\"Yeah, okay.\"\n\n*Hikari shrugged and returned to their drink, idly thinking about their current plans and what they were planning to do later on.*\n\n*For now, all they chose to do was buy a room here for the night. Their house was soon to be sold anyway, so they didn't feel like living there, and they weren't happy with the place anyway. Disappearing off into the shadows with marked quiet even by the standards of someone in the middle of the night, Hikari only broke the silence for a moment as they moved some furniture to block the door, checked that their windows were hard to open, and that their knife was close by, even strapped to their person if it had to be as they slept.\n\nOld habits die hard.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*After all day of straining her eyes to see in the sunlight, she finally found the library located in this city. All she had with her was a purple umbrella that did very little to help block the sun from her photosensitive body. She could already tell by the lingering sting on her ankles that she'll have sunburns to tend to in the morning.*\n\n*Walking up the stone stairs to the library until she reached the beautiful wooden door. This was the first time she had been to such a place, the last time was nearly 7 years ago and that was just her school library. During those days she found herself looking up healing methods to be of better used to the injured. Today, she's looking for a way to keep her blood-curse subdued. As she reached for the handle she glanced around from side to side, always paranoid that she was being watched or followed. When she looked to the left she spotted a thing or a person sitting near the front window. She had never seen a person quite like it before, she doubted they were even real.*\n\n*Manon opened her mouth to speak but the language that flowed from her lips was not common tongue. She decided to start with beast speak to see if it even moved. If she was wrong, it wouldn't look like she was crazy.*" }, { "author": "xelvedra", "message": "__**Shuvah Yolqon**__ \n\n💬 *\"Hello and welcome! Are you posssibly a cusstomer?\"*, the unknown being softly hissed as she opened a shiny eye.\n\n The reptilian was quite surprised, as this new little face was her first potential customer of the afternoon due to how insignificant this library was compared to all the famous ones the capital had to offer. This lack of visits made the scaly librarian drop her attention, taking a 'quick' bowl of fresh air that forced this awkward situation where she was seen procrastinating.\nShe rose from her seat immediately when the little elf turned her head to face the hissing voice, hoping she didn't notice her little nap. She had to come up with something to compensate...\n\n💬 *\"I wass checking the shutter... How could I asssisst you?\"*, she lied with a shaky glance.\n\nA gentle voice for someone that towered over the customer easily. The dragoness was wearing her favourite, colorful dress as always while working, since obviously a more feminine presence would attract more persons in the shop than a librarian in armor. Her purple face - associated with the calm and somewhat reassuring tone of voice she was using to lure in her clientele, created a large sense of security and care. A bubble of protection that contrasted directly with Shuvah's appearance, since her horns and wings were clearly visible even when properly dressed. She wasn't hiding them anymore, as she had learned during the years spent in the Empire that she had to accept herself as she was.\nAcknowledging that this little person seemed to be a foreigner, she tried to clarify her words and her intentions by pursuing with her best Silnarian.\n\n💬 *\"Pleasse pardon my acccent. It iss native from my tribe.\"*\n\nShe then slightly tilted her head on the right while putting a claw on her fiery lips, trying to figure out the reason which provoked this sudden meeting.\n\n💬 *\"Oh! Are you maybe losst?\"*\n\nWaiting for an answer, Shuvah hoped that she didn't scare this interlocutor. 'I like thiss umbrella, though', she randomly thought. 'I should buy a violet one too, one day...'." }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon found herself having troubles parsing the environment she was in. It didn't seem like she understood beast tongue but yet she could understand her. For some reason It was hard to believe that they were speaking common tongue as opposed to beast speak. Her chin picked up slightly at the height difference, her brown eyes with cat like slits absorbed the female's appearance. First her gaze drifted up towards her horns, occasionally dipping down to her lips as she spoke. Finally she reached the wings, her mouth parting slightly in awe.* \n\n\"I-I was told this was a library, I'm looking for books on.. Woah.\" \n\n*To be fair, she was rather beautiful, her clothing was appealing to look at as well. Manon felt very aware of her stained shirt from countless hours digging in the earth for medical roots and herbs. Her ankles looked a deep shade of pink from being out in the stun and her long skirt that covered most of her legs was in need of replacement. Not only were they stained with mud, there looked to be dried blood as well.* \n\n\"I was looking for books on vampires, but I wouldn't want to dirty your beautif- Lovel- Uh. Clean library.\" \n\n*It was true she felt significantly underdressed compared to the one in front of her, She hated that this was how she looked upon meeting the librarian. Something about her appearance gave the vampire enough courage to speak her mind..* \n\n\"I just need to find a way to stop my urges... As a vampire.\" *She said with shame in her voice.*" }, { "author": "xelvedra", "message": "__**Shuvah Yolqon**__ \n\n While listening, the lavender wyvern glanced at her customer more precisely, trying to figure out anything that could bring clues to how she could've actually assisted the latter. As she apologized herself, Shuvah effectively noticed all the dirt and torn fabric that this little one was wearing. But fortunately for her, the librarian was very open-minded and didn't really mind a bad presentation.\nShe gave a warm smile so her consumer wouldn't have felt ashamed while Manon continued to expose her situation. This smile gained in intensity and transformed into a joyful grin as her interlocutor started to stammer in awe. 'Aaaand here it iss!', she observed. Few people were able to stay neutral and calm when facing such a singular lady as Shuvah was for a woman of her race - seemed like this person was no exception to it, and it amused the dragoness as much as always.\n\n💬 *\"Haha! Do not worry, Milady! I can ssweep and clean everyday, here.\"*, she cackled. *\"I ain't having lotss of cusstomerss today. The ssun'ss blesssing uss with itss pressencce, sso I imagine few people want to read bookss insside thiss afternoon!\"*\n\nWhat a dance her reptilian tongue performed during her last sentence! It was after all another detail that probably destabilised those who were talking with Shuvah, even if it never was her intention. But she was used to this kind of situation, and like to make fun of it. Such a tease she had become... Avash'gar would've been proud of this jester-like behaviour.\nSpeaking of which, a word echoed in her head as the little woman finished her short speech.\n***Vampire.***\nShe had already heard this word before. She remembered it too well.\nSudden goosebumps travelled between her countless scales as old memories flooded her mind, although she wasn't afraid of such confidence. That young woman surely had her full attention now, and after analysing in details, it wasn't much of a surprise after all: dried blood stained dress, an umbrella during a sunny day... It obviously was true: she was indeed a vampire.\nShuvah moved over to the doorframe and opened it, gesturing with one hand so the little druid could enter.\n\n💬 *\"You shouldn't ssay that kind of thingss out loud, little one!\"*, she warned with a protective instinct. *\"But you should have told ssooner though, you musst be quite hurt if you have been outsside during daytime! Pleasse, come in!\"*\n\nHer eyes set ablaze, marking that it was a serious matter for the dragoness. If one was peeking at this scene, they could've mistaken it as if a mother was gently but firmly reprimanding her child, from their perspective - yet it was obviously not the case here.\nShuvah had no fear of vampires. She knew their weaknesses, and even if they surpassed her in terms of speed and sometimes in terms of strength, she possessed the perfect magical tools to fight back and win against them. That little and seemingly hungry vampire looked like she was seeking help from someone, and parts of the violet serpent's heart took pity for her.\nShe had to help, once again. It was stronger than herself.\n\n💬 *\"I will ssee what I can do for you, but I cannot promisse you a meal that would clench your primordial thirsst.\"*, she informed Manon while holding the door's handle." }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*The Vampire bowed her head in gratitude, not just for inviting and holding the door open. It always stood out to Manon when someone was kind to her, it didn't happen very frequently. A part of her believed that it was always just an act so they could get close to her, have her lower her guard so they could rid the world of 'Moonskins' as she was called in the past. Manon passed under the doorframe before turning around and closing the umbrella. There wasn't any evidence that having an umbrella open inside brought bad luck, she still believed it though.* \n\n\"I don't like to lead with me being one of '*Them*'. I am feeling drained because of the sunlight, I'll admit. Thank you for accepting my company today.\" \n\n*The sun did multiple things to Manon, being in direct sunlight was physically draining. It had nothing to do with the heat at all, most people would collapse from dehydration if they were in blistering heat. Granted the effects weren't devastating in short amounts of time, two hours would be the longest she could go before feeling her own lifeforce drained. Manon must've been well over the two hour time limit as her breathing was a little labored.* \n\n\"I'm not asking for a meal, Ma'am. I- Uh. I-. I hate feeding.\" \n\n*She stammered out. Explaining that she was a vampire was hard enough, usually met with pitchforks and torches. Hardly given the chance that she didn't enjoy feeding off people and animals, she usually neglected it was a bittersweet experience. After feeding she always felt her best, almost relishing in the act itself. After years of being a vampire, she still find herself disgusted at whatever animal corpse she kneeled behind after consuming it's life force.*" }, { "author": "xelvedra", "message": "__**Shuvah Yolqon**__ \n\n The tall reptilian closed the door silently after switching the wood panel which now indicated 'CLOSED'. Fortunately for her, the library's owner was away for a few days, so she was actually able to perform such a bold action and take care of this unexpected guest.\nThe wooden floorboard was creaking under the steps of the two women - especially the big one of course, and once again, Shuvah invited her with an open hand.\n\n💬 *\"You musst be exxhaussted. Pleasse, take a ssit.\"*\n\nWhile Manon wouldn't really understand the librarian's true motivations under her formalities, she would've been able to clearly understand that her host didn't mean any harm to her. The dragoness settled herself against the counter and carefully listened to her misery. What a poor soul. One of those who unwillingly got corrupted by darkness, this scourge that was vampirism. At least, in the eyes of most people. But Shuvah knew all too well how it was to be different and to be considered as nothing but a fruit of the demon itself to not reject this little lady in distress.\nMaybe was it fate, after all? She was the second good vampire that she met, and this new face was probably even more innocent than Avash'gar used to be.\nThe elegant reptilian decided to shatter the silence that had been setting itself in the room after Manon finished speaking.\n\n💬 *\"I have ssome raw meat that I intended to eat during my break today, in a ssmall ssalting room in the backshop...\"*, she announced in a somewhat solemn voice. *\"You could have it, I mean... You could exxtract whatever quantity of blood you need to ssusstain yoursself from my meal...\"*\n\nShuvah's crimson eyebrows were quite tense and the gemstones of her eyes weren't leaving the vampire for even one second, piercing her soul through the intensity of their spark: despite all of her good manners and her sugar voice, she was still judging her guest. At least from Manon's perspective, she could've easily understood that there was no fear to express toward the wyvernian lady, as the latter's position clearly wasn't defensive or offensive.\nShe was acting neutral from the start. She seemed to understand the young woman's difficulties and pain, but was taking precautions nonetheless.\n\nFor now, Shuvah awaited a reaction. But deep down, she was willing to help that lost soul as her good heart had already commanded her to." }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*At the Dragoness' command she scanned the entryway for a place to sit. The only thing she really thought about was moving from the sun, the window was not an option. A short distance away she found a wooden chair and table so she figured it was as good a place as any. Walking over to the table before placing her purple umbrella on top of the hard surface. Next, she descended onto the chair with her shoulders arched down. Underneath the table her hands balled into fists, more out of anxiety than anything. Her head tilted down as she stared at her own lap.* \n\n\"That's okay Ma'am, It would be inconsiderate of me to accept. I'm already thankful enough that you haven't turned me in.. Y-\" \n\n*She almost completed the last word 'yet' but that was her pessimism flaring. She thought coming here would be insightful but now she wanted to escape into the woods once more. At least outside she could sense the flowers with her magic, inside the city she felt stifled. Manon wished she had a way to prove her pure nature at a first glance, There was only one thing that she loved doing but nobody trusted a vampire around blood.* \n\n\"Is it strange for a vampire to have healing magic?\" \n\n*She wasn't sure what being a healer meant. Was being a healer someone possessed the power to heal other's injuries, or was it someone who was actively in such a profession. The question itself wasn't entirely clear for the Dragon on the intent. It was natural for a vampire to not fit in with normal society very well, but would the traces of faith magic make her an outcast to other vampires as well. She wasn't sure the idea of having friends was just too farfetched for her now.*" }, { "author": "xelvedra", "message": "__**Shuvah Yolqon**__ \n\n Shuvah's face released tension progressively as she noticed the modesty and kindness expressed by the little vampire. Her eyebrows softened, her incandescent iris became inhabited by a much gentler flame and her voice soothed even more, indicating that the dragoness finally passed her first judgement over Manon.\nNow that the two women had the privacy to chat audibly without being disturbed and that she had a first glance at her guest's personality, the reptilian thought that it was a good time to finally soften the ambiance.\n\n💬 *\"You do not have to call me Ma'am, you know.\"*, she answered after her proposition was kindly rejected. She blessed her interlocutor with another frank smile, revealing her sharp teeth between her scaly lips. *\"You can call me Shuvah! Ass for your quesstion...\"*\n\nShe then paused as she gazed somewhere in the air, trying to think of how she would answer such an interrogation, tilting her head to the left, then to the right... Before sharing her revelation.\n\n💬 *\"... I'd ssay it iss ass sstrange ass a reptilian growing wingss and hornss, issn't it?\"*, she joyfully argued with a noticeable hiss and a brief demonstration of her wingspan. *\"Are you sure to decline my offer, though? I don't want you to collapsse in front of me.\"*\n\nAn insistent question accompanied by a concerned, nearly maternal glance at her. The wyvernian lady then grabbed the pile of books that was lying around on her desk and started to classify them mechanically, while trying to pay attention if one of those wouldn't have been of interest and at the same time keeping a friendly eye over the little lady. She continued to fill the silence of the room, which was periodically marked by the tick-tock of an old clock adorning one wall.\n\n💬 *\"By the way, what kind of book did you ssay you were looking for, uh? I-I already forgot it...\"*, she giggled. *\"Oh! And ssorry for the messs!\"*\n\nBut which mess, exactly? The library was clean and neat, she didn't have anyone disturb the shop today! For now it seemed like Shuvah and Manon were sharing at least one thing in common: a rather modest personality." }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Where are my manners, My name is Manon. Thank you for being so kind to me Shuvah.\" \n\n*Manon remembered being taught that it's always polite to introduce yourself to guests when she was a little girl. It seemed that years hiding out in forests didn't help much when it came to social environments. She also remembered that it was polite to look at the person who was currently speaking as well. With great effort Manon raised her head and looked up at the Dragoness as she gave her reply.* \n\n*She didn't understand how it was strange for a reptilian to grow wings, sure horns was a little unexpected. In fact seeing unique appearance gave Manon some hope. Maybe there was a place that would take her in and allow her to do something other than run, despite her disposition. The smile that stretched across her face was short-lived though. Manon didn't have a unique appearance like Shuvah. The dragoness had other dietary options other than people or pets. The smile turned into a small frown as the realization hit.* \n\n\"Forgive me Ma'a- Shuvah. I don't think horns are wings are a danger to your own people. Faith magic is deadly to.. *Them*.\" \n\n*It was clear that even after being a vampire so long, there was a sever detachment from herself and others like her. Most people could assume Manon was more a shy person when really it was just the uncertainly if she ever belonged anywhere other than the forests. Around people she was always a threat, something to happen to her or she could do something to someone else. There had been plenty of times where she went so hungry that she fell into a bloodlust. Only to regain her consciousness after she wakes up in a pool of some poor animal's blood.* \n\n\"I was searching for books on Vampires. Maybe something that could help me find a 'neater' alternative.\" *Neater being the selected word of choice, as opposed to ' not bleeding animals dry.'*" } ]

[ { "author": "xelvedra", "message": "__**Shuvah Yolqon**__ \n\n 💬 *\"Well, Manon...\"*, the scaly librarian began. *\"... Nobody would ssusspect you to be a little devil, with ssuch a pretty name!\"*\n\nAnother tease, as she liked to do so more than often, while Shuvah was bringing the pile of classified books to the right shelves, having no problem reaching the top ones thanks to her stature. She travelled through the library's only room - as it wasn't really fancy or as big as the capital's most prestigious libraries - and turned back to her guest when all the books of the pile she was carrying regained their initial places.\nShe lowered her chin and her gold orbs flared down a bit.\n\n💬 *\"Ssadly, I think that we do not really posssesss any book that ressembles the topic you are ssearching for...\"*, she said with traces of a blighted hope. *\"However...\"*\n\nShe pursued after a brief hesitation.\n\n💬 *\"... We do have a very ssmall amount of forbidden bookss, here.\"*, she informed the little lady with an undertone. *\"We may find the tome you are looking for in that private room. Pleasse, follow me.\"*\n\nAssuming Manon would've followed her lead, the dragoness lit a candle and passed through the backshop's doorframe.\nThe small room had nothing of real interest, but a carpet was bringing some life to it, depicting mysterious symbols of a foreign culture - probably some misunderstood Siuian art.\nAfter placing the candle on the edge of an old and rusty, wooden cupboard, she cautiously lifted and coiled the elegant carpet, revealing a hidden trapdoor, big enough to allow the draconic guide to descend.\nShuvah picked up the candle, opened the trapdoor with a displeasing grinding and slowly disappeared through the dark passage, her tail sneaking out of her dress and slithering behind her steps.\nIt is worth saying that Shuvah would've answered and would've continued to reply to Manon during this scene, if the latter had any words to say or any question to ask." }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*A smile formed across Manon's lips, though it was one that didn't expose her teeth. It was habit to try and show as little as her fangs as possible, even if they were friends or kind to her. Too many times had she let out a laugh and attitude changed, from friendly to aggressive more often than not.*\n\n*Manon found herself wishing to take a few books off the top and helping the Dragoness return them to her initial homes. Something to repay the kindness that had been shown so far, but she had no idea where the initial homes even were. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty as she simply just watched Shuvah do all the work by herself.* \n\n\"That's okay thank you for yo-\" *She fell silent once she heard the 'However', Not knowing there was more to be said. Her brows scrunched together upon learning of the forbidden books. Asking herself 'Why would vampire books be forbidden'. Keepings books like that wouldn't do society any favours, especially if crucial answers lied within. Manon placed her palms upon the table and pushed herself onto her feet. This was when she realized how fatigued being in the sun made her. It was so bad that even her arms were shaking as she pushed off from the table. It didn't stop her from pushing the chair neatly under the wooden table.*\n\n*She was much slower than the dragoness, her legs also feeling like jelly as she trailed behind Shuvah. The carpet on the floor looked rather beautiful, she had no idea what it was telling but it looked gorgeous. She would've looked at it longer before it was moved aside and a trap door took it's place on the floor. Having no reason not to trust Shuvah, she followed her down through the trap door.*\n\n\"Ma'a- Uh. Miss Shuvah, how come these books are forbidden?\"" }, { "author": "xelvedra", "message": "__**Shuvah Yolqon**__ \n\n Shuvah slightly turned aside to answer the vampire's interrogations as the candle's flame shook during the movement. She projected a warm glance with a faint smile, cornered on her lips: 'Misss', she thought 'Could I sstill pretend to ssuch a title?'.\n\n💬 *\"There exxisst bookss that aren't meant to be read, little one.\"*, she whispered. An answer full of mystery.\n\nIf it wasn't for Shuvah's reassuring presence, this kind of mysterious and eerie answer could've easily scared her guest. Was this the fruits of yet another tease from the dragoness? It probably was. She continued.\n\n💬 *\"I don't think a book about vampiress would be ssomething that librarianss should exxposse in their collect-Uah!\"*\n\nShuvah suddenly screamed as she missed one step, the candle flying on the ground as its flame extinguished itself because of the ground's slight moisture. The reptilian fell to the ground, too, in a quite violent shock that echoed in the cave.\n\n💬 *\"Ouch-ouch-ouch!\"*, she complained while holding her knee in the now darkened room. *\"C-Could you find another candle pleasse? I am fine, but I don't ssee anything without it!\"*\n\nAfter all these years, she still was that clumsy girl that she was known for. 'Damn, I hope my dresss issn't torn. And hopefully the candle didn't end up burning ssomething.', she mentally sighted. She tried to reach a chair, or maybe a bookcase - or whatever she could've found to help her lift herself." }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Oh, Are you sure you should be taking me here?\" \n\n*Manon felt as if she stumbled into a tomb full of secrets that might hex her or end up killing her outright. It almost felt as if the walls were watching them as they continued down the stairs. Maybe things like this were the reasons why vampires still existed, their stories and secrets are contained and hidden from the public. A faint memory played in Manon's brain of the first time she was told about vampires. Back then she just laughed at the stupid horror story, clearly the other children's parents had told them a lie for some reason. If anyone were to go back and tell the younger version of herself that she'd turn into a vampire, she wouldn't believe it for a second.*\n\n*The memory ceased the moment the dragoness fell down the stairs. Goosebumps trailed the length of Manon's body as she thought this tomb was cursed after all and this was the sealing spell coming to keep the secrets hidden. It took the vampire a moment to realize she was overreacting to the situation, it wasn't until she heard the Shuvah say 'ouch' that her priorities changed.*\n\n*Carefully she descended the remaining stairs, using her foot to lightly test the step below until she tapped something softer than stone. She wouldn't want to step on the female so she carefully navigated beside her before kneeling onto the ground. Slowly she reached forward until her hand lightly touched the girl on the floor, though she wasn't entirely sure which part she was grabbing. Raising free hand before a small light glowed from her index finger to illuminate their surroundings.* \n\n\"Are you alright?\" *She asked softly,positioning herself underneath her arm to give her whole body for the dragon to use to support herself until she reached a nearby bookcase. In the dim light casted by her fingertips, her once brown eyes were almost blood red. It would've been alarming to witness if every other expression Manon wore was of worry and concern for the one she watched*" }, { "author": "xelvedra", "message": ": __**Shuvah Yolqon**__ :\n\n The fallen guide slowly rose as she received a fortunate help from her guest.\n\n💬 *\"Don't worry, I am fine, thank you!\"*, she sighted while recovering her balance and passing her claws on her now dirty dress. *\"I didn't know that children of the Night could use light magic, though!\"*\n\nIt was however more of an automatic question, made to fill the conversation and to mask her clumsiness, than true astonishment. After all, a vampire with access to light magic was indeed something unusual, but she had already seen worse: a talkative and arrogant, pyromaniac chair, for example. It needed a lot to actually impress the dragoness nowadays.\nShuvah then turned toward the candle still located on the ground and extended a clawed hand, pronouncing the following words with an intent and authoritarian hiss:\n\n💬 *\"Flare Bursst!\"*\n\nAnd lit the candle was again, as small bolts of fire travelled from the palm of her scaly hand and reached their immobile target.\nShe slightly limped to it and picked it up, placing it on the edge of the nearest bookshelf: darkness had shaded away, revealing a small room that had been resisting the passage of time for probably a few decades.\nThe wyvernian lady paused, resting a hand on her injured hips. As a retired mercenary, someone could've told her to stop her comedy, and would've probably been right saying so: Shuvah was probably exaggerating her pain a little bit... Or more? A giggle escaped her crimson lips.\n\n💬 *\"How ssilly am I. I knew thosse sstepss were narrow, and yet I fell!\"*, she mocked herself while facing Manon, who's eyes had been attracting her attention. *\"You know, I ussed to have bloody red eyess like you, an unussual yet pretty color, I ssay!\"*\n\nShe then pointed a sharp claw toward the bookcase standing near the concerned girl.\n\n💬 *\"Let'ss ssee if we can find what you came for, shall we?\"*, she invited with a friendly face and an amused tone." }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I'm a healer. If you'd allow me, I would like to check injuries.\"\n\n *She said softly, knowing how strange she probably sounded. Someone who was cursed to inflict pain but can also heal as well. Being a vampire has kept her from her life's ambition of being healer in Ulnoor, her home. She tried to return after the vampire that turned her slaughtered everyone else. Thanks to her new fangs and cat like pupils they chased her out with pitchforks and fire. They even called her a murderer too. She was only 12 at the time and she still had nightmares about it.* \n\n*It was hard for the Manon to accept compliments about her vampiric features, she hardly even referred herself as one of 'them'. She couldn't say she was accepted by the elves either. She felt like a soul trapped between two places, it was why she asked if a vampire having light magic would be strange. Another reason to be cast aside, though she didn't mind it so much because vampires were rather ruthless in their attacks.* \n\n\"Uhm, Thank you?\" *It came off as more a question than actual gratitude. She couldn't help but focus on Shuvah's hips, noticing the obvious tell of injury. Looking back at the steps to see if anything was sticking from the ground or any possible objects she landed on, but nothing was there. She probably landed directly upon it or rolled her hips when she fell. Next she noticed the limping, the origin was harder to parse. Either she rolled her ankle which caused the fall to begin with or she landed on her knee as well.* \n\n*She was too lost in thought to notice the claw pointing to a nearby bookcase or the words that came shortly after. Even Manon's hands began to glow slightly, the trademark lavender of all faith casters. The glow lasted for a few seconds before dissipating as Manon returned to reality.* \"I'm sorry, I was lost in thought.\" *She turned around to face the bookcase, her head tilting back as she absorbed the stacks upon stacks of books. She had no clue where to start.*" }, { "author": "xelvedra", "message": "__**Shuvah Yolqon**__ \n\n Shuvah noded and approached herself from her little invitee, placing a soft palm over the latter's head. She had noticed her hesitation in front of all the stacks - and it was totally understandable - and guessed that she would've needed some help to find the right volume. Manon would've been able to guess that the wyvern was perfectly fine and had easily recovered from her previous fall.\n\n💬 *\"Don't worry, I'll give you a hand!\"*, she cheered. *\"I'll sstart by rummaging the top shelf first! You can sstart by ssearching in the lower oness.\"*\n\nThe librarian then proceeded, grabbing, fast-reading and replacing the tomes one by one. An easy job for her since it was, well... Her job, after all. She sometimes glanced at her side to verify if Manon had found anything and felt the urge to break the silent work by conversing again.\n\n💬 *\"Sso, if I recap: you are an elf, a vampire, **And** A healer, then?\"*, she amusedly asked to initiate something.\n\nA weird combination, to say so. Shuvah was starting to wonder if she was a magnet of 'singular people'. But that little girl seemed so... Innocent, to her. While she didn't really know what truly lied behind her guest's face and behaviour, she could've assumed that she possessed a good heart, a kind soul that sadly met a misfortune which changed her life for the worst. The dragoness knew she couldn't save her from her condition but at least she wanted to show her that not everyone in this world were afraid of her or repelling her for her differences.\nYes, it was the same story again. This rejected one who clung to the borders that society had established was indeed similar to herself, or even to Avash'gar, to a certain extent. These three all shared something in common: they wandered across the land and the countries, alone for who knew how much time. Shuvah had also secretly hoped to find a benevolent spirit who would've open her eyes and had been blessed by meeting such a mentor, and maybe more.\n'Woopssie!', she instinctively reacted as she nearly dropped a book. Now it was her turn to be lost in thoughts, but after reading the title of the tome she had in hand, her fiery eyes widened.\n\n💬 *\"Mmh, I think I found what you are looking for, little one...\"*, she informed loudly.\n\nShe placed the book on the desk and grabbed the candle to enlighten its cover, where one could've read: '*History of Vampirism*'." }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon tilted her head back as she watched Shuvah pull a tomb from the top shelf. Following her lead she kneeled down and pulled one from the bottom. Her fingers closed around the spine of a book as she pulled it out and placed it on her lap. She sat so close to the bookcase that one couldn't implied the vampire had poor eye-sight, but it wasn't the case. The top of her head brushed against some dusty books as she began sounding out the words in a soft whisper.* \n\n\"Yes Ma'am.\" *She replied softly before looking down at the dusty book that resided in her lap*\n\n\"A book of L-Like-and-trophy?\" *The book must have been about lycanthropy. Manon had heard of the term but never saw it written in front of her. She had enough wits to know that this book one that she needed and placed it back on the bottom shelf. She pulled out a second tomb, something to do about necromancy. Manon flipped the book to a random page as she began looking at the artwork and pentagram designs on how to re-animate the dead.*\n\n*Manon's finger resting against the page as if she was reading a passage, at least that's what it would've looked like to Shuvah. At some point, between the waving of the firelight and the darkness. The fact that she had been out in the light for so long before arriving to this place and total fatigued that plagued her muscles. The Vampiress had fallen asleep in the same position she read in. The top of her black hair resting against the bookcase, her forehead found the nearest shelf. Judging from how quickly she fell asleep, and the strange position one could accurately assume that safe places were far and few for the healer girl. At the sound of Shuvah's voice she jumped awake, the book falling between her thighs and onto the ground. She placed the book back into the shelf and then paused for a few seconds. Sleep almost pulled her back into is grasp before she stood up and walked over to the desk.* \n\n\"Thank you.. A History of Vampirism.\" *She read at loud, at least knowing*\n\n*What the word vampire looked like.*" } ]

[ { "author": "officialcirno", "message": "\"A-ah...\" Naomi yelped by the sudden interjection, but was quick to silence it by covering her mouth. After regaining composure, she looked back and saw another Silnari wearing a pig mask. Squinting her eyes Naomi refocused her eyes on the book.\n\n\"Yeah ha ha... What's up with you then? You have some a connection with pigs or something?\" She chuckled to herself as she flipped more pages to find the correct anatomy of the Kemonomimi's ear composition, showing only one pair of ears. Like she knew...\n\n\"So.\" Closing the book to finally humor the elf, she eyed him from head to toe, then smiled again. \"You really have uh... An obsession of pigs, huh? Well, to each their own I assume.\" Naomi shrugged. \"Not like I have any care what you do in your free time.\" If Terrel wanted to also examine Naomi, he would find that she wears a white, sqaure-rimmed glasses with black and brown diamond patterned blouse with a white collar and a red ribbon alongside leather armor. With it she wore black baggy shorts, long black socks and black boots to fit. She had no weapons on hand, and that's because both her quiver and her heavy crossbow were leaned on the leg of the table. \n\n\"Anyways, name's Naomi. A pristine Silnari village hunter, or uh... I guess I'm just a sharpshooter by now. So, you gonna introduce yourself, or is one of your hobbies just stalking random ladies in the library?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You can call it that.\"*The Elf would say casually to answer her question about his supposed obsession with pigs. Terrel would walk past her, reaching towards one of the higher shelves to grab a scroll that sat precariously atop it.*\"Or you can just say the mask matched too well with the hair for me not to go with the aesthetic. Adds some uniqueness to it. But if you are curious of there being any connection, I did work on a farm once if that means anything.\"*It of course didn't. The whole pig mask thing came from something else in life, but he figured this to be a better answer towards the assumptions she made.\n\nHe'd place the scroll down on the table not too far away, soon resting his palm against it so he could gaze back at the Elf while using the table as added support of something to lean on.*\"Name's Terrel. Mercenary. But I guess I'm just a traveler doing my own thing now.\"*He'd say, making his own introduction similar to hers, except with his own experience added to his words.*\"I just came for the map, finding someone struggling to understand the most basic anatomy of a common race around here was just a plus in my book.\"*He'd say back, a more smug grin appearing on his face at the other Silnari. It wasn't often the Elf got along with his own kind granted his ideals towards the empire as a whole, but he'd find himself fortunate enough to encounter anything other than a Lathian. His experience with them were seemingly much worse than others he had come to notice.*\n\n\"Hunting down a Kemonomimi I'm guessing?\"*He'd ask the Elf.*\"Or rather filling in a lesson you must have missed in the academy.\"*Of course magic school was a completely different story. Looking her over, the Elf would have just assumed her another mage if not for the crossbow resting near her. It was one thing they shared, though Terrel took more preference in up close combat.*" }, { "author": "officialcirno", "message": "\"Must have a bad sense of smell I guess. I couldn't imagine the stench of it for the first days you got that.\" Naomi sighed as she carefully watched his movements as he grabbed a scroll from one of the shelves. *Another farmer* She thought as she too got up and put the book back in its place, that was enough information for now. Sitting back in her chair she decided that she wanted to talk more, just to cool her brain down.\n\n\"Yeah, I got the picture. It's pretty much the same for me. I just uh... Just didn't want to live the slow life anymore. I was only an archer just to kill wild pigs and small animals for food. Well, I was also trained to eye safe berries, but that's a story for another time.\" The elf smiled as she let her legs swing from side to side as she let him explain his own life story. Which only went to add another insult to her. \n\"Yeah, sorry that I grew up on a village that decided to 'isolate' themselves to just be pure-Silnaris, yet traded with humans for various crafted items.\" From the start to now, she never knew the reasoning behind isolating themselves, and because of that, she not only humiliated herself, but is getting berated again because of the lack of info she didn't grow up with.\n\n\"I guess you can say a little bit of both.\" She decided to leave out the fact that she had a little score to settle against a Kemonomimi she encountered, yet a hint of scorn was present when she had replied to his remark. \n\"Also, an academy? No... I'm not a mage. We never had a place for mages to excel, much less being taught.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well I didn't skin a pig to get it.\"*The Elf would say back to her at the statement of the mask smelling bad. To any luck of his, even if it did smell so bad, it didn't really cover his nose too much to force him to suffocate under it in that sense. He'd take a seat in one of the chairs at the table, sinking down into it as he'd rest his arm on the table and would glance over towards the Elf in listening to her speak about her own experience growing up.*\n\n\"Hey I grew up in the Steppes.\"*He'd say in his own defense with her making the comment of growing up isolated.*\"But I still made sure to know that all ears have bones in them.\"*It was more of general knowledge at any rate, though Terrel didn't know what complete isolation would have done to the person. Even if just Silnaris, the miseducation was simply an embarrassment towards Elven kind. Actually Terrel was alright with that. Elves typically needed the reality check at times. Some more than others.*\n\n\"So you're hunting down a Kemonomimi to fill in a lesson you've missed about them.\"*The Elf would conclude from her answer of why she was learning about them. The excitement from her previous words in reading seemed to carry a reason less cold, but he took it as she decided to hand it out. He would, however, raise an eyebrow quizzically at her saying they never had a place for mages. Terrel hardly knew an Elven place that didn't.*\"Hardly much of a Silnari without it, wouldn't you say?\"*He'd half question in his own experience with Elves disliking the idea of one of their own not being able to wield the basic element.*" } ]

[ { "author": "goobersurf", "message": "*Dana was just a row behind the small uzhi, minding her own business. She was reading any and all books she could get her hands on, the library had a very vast collection of wars but not much else. The uzhi didn't mind the abundance of war books but had maybe hoped for variation as reading the same type of stores over and over could get rather boring. Dana would hear the smaller uzhi's attempts at reaching the higher shelfs, them landing, and instantly jumping back up again. The Uzhi would peek around the corner and see the smaller uzhi trying over and over, Dana would try not to laugh at this sight and embarrass the lady, instead she offered her help to the small one.*\n\n\"Need a hand?\"\n\n*Dana would effortlessly grab the book she thought the small uzhi wanted, a book about 299 soldiers fighting an army around 10x there size.*" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "*The uzhi didn't see the taller woman until she had already brought the book down. The Stand of 299, a tale of a smaller phalanx fighting off a much larger foe, yet taking out many of them. Similar to her, a smaller armored force standing her ground against larger opponents.*\n\n*Serena turned, realizing that she barely came up to the woman's chest, who towered over her. She turned a slight pink in embarrassment, but bowed her head in acknowledgement.*\n\n\"Thanks, though, it's not the book I was looking for. I'll read this one for sure though!\"\n\n*Pointing upward, the bodyguard points to the book about the harpooner, known for his thrown weapons. Though, she soon turns back to the 299, opening the grimoire and quickly scanning through the first page.*\\" }, { "author": "goobersurf", "message": "*Dana would reach and grab the correct book the smaller Uzhi wanted, having a quick peek inside to just see what it was about before handing it to her.*\n\n\"Sure like the weapon orientated books huh? I dont mind them myself but, too many of them exist, it gets a bit dull, dont you think?\" \n\n*Dana would close the book and hand it over the fellow uzhi before grabbing one out of her backpack to make conversation with. She decided on a book about a bartenders life, describing the hardships they go through and general life that a bartender goes through, mainly the gossip and dealing with annoying patrons from time to time.*\n\n\"This one is a good read, id highly suggest it if you can squeeze it in after anything else you plan on reading.\"" }, { "author": "Serena Callais", "message": "\"A weapons person tends to like weapons books. Not that I'm over the top with them, I just know a bit.\"\n\n*Serena would have looked like a young schoolgirl carrying her books had it not been for her obvious figure and face, she was that short. She tilted her head to the side in curiosity, wondering how interesting the life of a bartender could be.*\n\n\"What's the story like? Fantasy, realistic, slice of life... Romance... Maybe even horror?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The two would pass through the border after a quick custom check. It was heavily fortified, the tiny strip of borderland were lined with fortresses and wall from one end of the isthmus to the other, in spite of the nominally friendly relationship between the two countries. Behind the wall was a large town that has grown to serve the garrison here. A canal cut right through the middle of the town, providing passage for ship crossing the strait. \n\nA natural lake has been dredged and expanded to be used as a harbour. \n\nThe two passed by the garrison uneventfully, and the number of castles on the horizon started to diminish in number, until they reached an abandoned village the road cut through. All of the buildings had no sign of habitation in them, half of the buildings seemed to be have burnt down. \n\n~~It was quite an orderly village, with a row of house flanking the main road. Each of them measured 40 x 80 feet, and were raised slightly off the ground. Each had a 10 foot wide footpath between them. Three lanes, including the main road existed in the village. Each of them were flanked by a lane of house or workshop, though none of the non-generic buildings seems to have survived the fire.\n\n240 feet forward was a half-ruined, but unburnt **Longhouse**, a building where the village elder might've resided.~~\n\nThe two was next to a burnt out small house on the outskirt of the village.\n\nThe place seems eerily quiet.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "As they travelled through the border Talice hardly spoke a word to Leopold but was content to let him lead the way since he claimed he had ventured here before. Upon seeing the desolate village she would turn to Leopold and ask, \"What happened here?\" She would then look at the small burnt house they were next to and try to determine if this had happened recently." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Leopold squinted at the scene, slowing his cart a bit so he could see. It wasn't burnt down when he last passed through... Or was it? Remembering was a difficult task for Leopold.* \"Mm. I'm not sure.\" *Leopold moved his foot, knocking against the loaded crossbow at his feet to make sure I was still there. He wouldn't move quite between the first set of buildings yet, but put about 15ft of space from the cart and the very first building.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Judging by the remnants of the house, the house was attached to the farm to the northeast. There weren't much properties left inside, but there were multiple charred iron tools - pitchfork, hoes, farming implements of all sort. The house's roof were missing, leaving only its shaky foundations.\n\nThe village definitely did not burn down in the past day - no signs of embers. It appears that rain has washed and displaced some of the items in the house. While they cannot be too certain of when it rained - this means it probably burnt down more than a week before.*\n\n*There seems to be no remains of torch of matches. If one of them paid close attention, they would notice a partially burnt through hole on the side of the wall, with the edge of the hole being more burnt than the rest. Behind that hole was a pot, which seems to have a burn mark that indicate a projectile went through the hole and hit it, but didn't do much real damage.*\n\n*What could it be?*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Talice would loosen her sword in it sheathe, making sure it would be easy to draw if need be. Leopold's lack of memory was not putting her at easy. Scanning the burned building she would notice the hole burned into the side of the wall. How strange. \"Wait a second.\" She would whisper, as she would get out of the cart and stealthily creep towards the hole." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Leopold wouldn't rise from his cart, allowing her to investigate on her own. Leopold tied the reins to the cart before grabbing his crossbow. He'd look around the immediate area as Talice moved forward, ensuring they didn't get ambushed. Leopold whispered a prayer to himself, not sure of what happened.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The hole was slightly smaller than a baseball, and it appears that for whatever reason, part of the hole were heated up, yet not burnt directly. Talice may, or may not notice that this hole is starkingly similar to one made by a fireball spell - except one that punch much harder than usual, allowing it to penetrate the house's wall.*\n\n\n\n*At the corner of one of the house, something poked out briefly. If Leopold looked underneath the burnt foundation of the raised house, he would see something that look like a pair of feet, no, **Two** Pair. And they're wearing wooden sandals.\n\nOr made out of wood.*" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Sensing no immediate danger, she would lightly press a finger against the outside ring of the hole. She would think that this is very strange and wouldn't know what could have made this happen. Nothing good, although from the looks of the charred remains, it would appear to her that the danger had passed. She would start walking towards the cart." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Leopold gave a sharp whistle, leaning further down now. The horses had been trained to stay when he whistled, no matter how hectic things became. The Steppe Elf rose to his feet, aiming his crossbow at where he saw the movement. He wouldn't say anything, hoping Talice would notice where he focused his attention.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The figure behind the house peeked out, \"Staring\" At Leopold. Its head were wooden - yet eerily human like, with a pair of gem-encrusted eye. It was a Kuilei alright. The head would quickly pop back in. \n\nA loud, sharp noise came from behind the house. It resembled air being forced through a grill at a rapid speed. The pair of feet behind the house increase, to three. Then the Kuileis popped out. All of them looked the same, like clone, with a very large, heavy wooden club on one hand, and a leather-faced board shield on the other, resembling a scutum.*\n\n*They all carried what appeared to be a pair of throwing sticks. They stood roughly **30 meters - 90 feet** Away from Leopold.*\n\n**Kuilei 1 is on the left, Kuilei 2 middle, Kuilei 3 right**" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Seeing Leopold stand up and bring his crossbow to bear, Talice would stop and try to see what had gotten his attention. Grimacing at the sharp sound she would draw her sword and run up to gain so cover behind the cart. She cursed herself for not stringing her bow this morning. Making due with what she had she would draw one of her three throwing daggers and attempt to hit the Kuilei on the left." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Leopold was always a shoddy archer, never fitting in with the lifestyle in the Khanate well. However, his time in Salvania taught him the wonders of point-and-pull. Seeing Talice fling a dagger at the leftmost Kuilei, he'd take a shot at the top of the same Kuilei's head, hoping his elevated position and the movement of the shield would open an opportunity.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Kuileis raised their club and started beating on their shield. The club seemed to be heavy, but a rather short weapon, measuring only half a meter - 20 inches. It probably weighed around three pounds.*\n\n**Kuilei 1** *Turned the shield toward Talice as she prepared to throw the dagger. The dagger landed on the shield, only to be deflected by the curve of the shield to the side, dropping harmlessly. It let out a shrilling noise, taunting Talice.*\n\n*Then a bolt flew into its face, penetrating its grille-like mouth and wooden head, and then went toward its head crystal and damaged it. It didn't \"Die\" From the hit. Its eyes still glowed.*\n\n**Kuilei 2 and Kuilei 3** *Let out another shrilling noise, and then then lowered their heads behind their scutum, advancing toward the two. **Kuilei 1** Followed, only to trip on air, make a left turn, and then fall onto the floor face first.*\n\n**The other two Kuileis are now 70 feet away.**" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Unsurprisingly, her dagger didn't do much against the wooden constructs but Leopold's bolt punched right through it's face. Hoping to give him more time to take out or atleast damage the other two, Talice would raise her left hand, focusing on a spot between the two Kuileis. He hand would shimmer briefly with arcane energy and a fog 20 feet in diameter would fill the space in front of the golems. If they were lucky the Kuileis would attempt to walk through it and be slowed the full duration." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Leopold took the hint, stepping as high as he could on his cart. It'd only add another 8 inches or so, but he hoped it would help. Loading and cocking the crossbow, Leopold snapped another shot, this time at the head of the middle Kuilei.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Kuilei continued their slow, methodical advance. Then a fog filled the area right in front of them. The golems walked right into it, only to be immediately slowed down. Confused about what is happening, they continued pushing through stupidly. They could peek from the side of their shields and see the endgoal in sight - just 70 feet away... Keep marching...*\n\n*It looks like it will get two turns for them to get out of the fog. With the golem ducked behind the shield, plus the fog's obscuring effect, it was hard to get a good shot on the golem. The bolt grazed the top of the shield and deflected somewhere else.*\n\n**Kuilei 2 and 3 is now 65 feet away and 5 feet into the cloud**\n\n**Kuilei 1 is on the floor, not moving at all. Well, except for its flailing legs**" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Noticing that despite her ally's higher vantage point, with him being on top of the cart, the fog was making it more difficult for him to hit his target. Talice would let the spell drop, knowing that the slowing effect would stick on the golems for a little while after they had left the fog." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Leopold strapped a lightly loaded quiver to his side, carrying about six quarrels, and lifted his axe in one hand, with the crossbow in the other. He'd take a running start and jump off the cart, activating **Mother May I** To push his sprint up to 35mph when he landed. He'd skirt outside the range of Talice's spell, trying to flank the Kuilei. He wouldn't have time to load his crossbow, but he'd now be facing an unshielded side of the Kuilei, about 40ft away from them.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Kuileis did not react at all to his action. The fog disappeared, but the Kuilei continued to advance. After all, one disadvantage of bunkering down behind the shields was that they've completely blinded themselves. In fact, the Kuilei won't see Leopold coming, with a 120 degrees arc completely blocked in front of them. They were still advancing slowly at 3mph. If he moved closer to his flank, however, Leopold might be spotted*\n\n**The two Kuilei are now at 60 feet from Talice, and 40 feet from Leopold. They're advancing side by side. Their club is held on the right, and shield on the left.**" }, { "author": "goblinslime", "message": "Seeing the the crazy elf leap off the cart with his axe and hand Talice let out a groan. She did not think her sword was going to be a very effective weapon against the wooden exterior of the golems. She couldn't very well leave her guide to die so she would dart off towards the right side of the Kuilei closest to Leopold. If she went unnoticed she would take a swing at the back of the creature's knee." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Leopold would do his best to tuck his axe under his arm as he walked directly behind the Kuilei, only costing the distance by 5ft. He'd be loading and cocking his crossbow as he walked, doing so to be quiet. He'd raise it to take shot at the middle one, but if they turned to raise a shield in that time, he'd just finish off the one on the ground with the bolt.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Leopold entered the peripheral vision of the Kuilei on the right of the formation. The one in the middle didn't notice Leopold, yet. **Kuilei 3** Turned around, blocking Leopold's line of sight toward the Kuilei in the middle. \n\nThe bolt from Leopold hit **Kuilei 1** Again, this time finishing it off for good. Its legs stopped flailing, and its eyes went dim.\n\nThe pair of Kuileis have noticed the two's shenanigan, and it seems a surprise attack won't be possible - given both of them were approaching from the same angle. \n\nThey stood up, and **Kuilei 3** Charged toward Leopold, letting out a chilling screech. Its shield were placed forward, while its club were held in an overhead position behind its back, ready to whack down on Leopold's hairless head.*\n\n\n\n**Kuilei 2** *Charged right after his comrade, aiming directly for Talice. Its pose and plan of attack was the same as its comrade - shield forward, club held high.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Dropping the crossbow, Leopold would run towards the Kuilei charging him, then step to the left, in the Kuilei's blind spot. Increasing his speed again, Leopold would run and slide, gripping the ace in both hands to direct the blade of the axe at the Kuilei's (hopefully) unprotected feet.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "**SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE** \n\n**Kuilei 3** Screamed as the target entered its sight. As Leopold ran and slided toward his left spot, it turned left, pushing its shield toward Leopold's face. Unfortunately, as it did so, it exposed itself to his axe, and it cut right into its left leg, then its right. It dropped onto the ground, having completely missed the hit. \n\nIt attempted to push itself off the ground with its shield, and turn to face Leopold.*\n\n**Kuilei 2** Charged Talice, only to have her run faster than it in the other direction. It is 30 feet away from Leopold. It turned its attention toward Leopold, and then... Lifted its head to stare at something behind Leopold.*\n\n**SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE**\n\n*Hold up, **Kuilei 3** Wasn't the only one screeching.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Leopold didn't like this situation. So much so, that he turned to place his back towards the cart and activated **Father Forgive Me**, launching himself backwards. He stumbled a bit as he landed, but kept his footing. From here, he'd reassess the situation he got himself in.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*With the tactical retreat, Leopold is now 60 feet from **Kuilei 2**. Once he regained his footing, he could see the source of the screech...*\n\n*A stone golem standing **60 feet away**. And not an ordinary one, but one that was bigger than usual, standing at 7 feet tall. It held a very thick looking quarterstaff - as tall as itself, and carried four boomerang. It had no shield. It seems to be twirling the quarterstaff smoothly like a helicopter blade, diagonal to itself for... Some reasons. Perhaps showing off its flexible ball drone. The other hand held a non-returning boomerang.*\n\nIt stopped helicoptering and then threw the heavy, non-returning boomerang at Leopold, aiming for his torso.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Leopold's reflexes weren't great, but even he could dodge an object thrown directly at him. He stepped backward, as it was coming from the side due to a boomerang's strange flight pattern. Popping his neck, Leopold moved directly towards the nearest wooden Kuilei, axe in both hands. He'd let the Kuilei charge, hoping to take them out one by one.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The boomerang, surprisingly, flew completely straight - it was a non-returning Kylie boomerang, designed for war as much as hunting. It could probably hurt a human badly if it hit.\n\nThe stone golem readied another boomerang, and prepared to throw it. It halted when Leopold charged the wooden Kuilei, figuring it has a low chance of hitting him instead of its comrade.\n\n**Kuilei 2** Turned toward Leopold, and braced his shield, raising his head above the scutum so it would not be blind-sided. It waited to receive Leopold's charge, hoping to absorb the hit with its shield, and then follow up with a counter attack by whacking him on his head.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Leopold would most definitely be hit with a glance to the shoulder, trying to readjust his movement but not quickly enough. After a small recovery, his attention would be on the Kuilei. However, he wouldn't be charging, just moving briskly. Leopold would strike the shield with the pommel of his axe and lift it upwards, hoping to catch the club mid swing.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Unexpectedly, Leopold decided to slam the handle of his axe into the Kuilei's shield. It immediately shoved its shield forward and upward, rotating its entire body left and attempting to push the lower edge of the axe away from it - along with Leopold. If it succeeded in throwing him off balance, it would follow up by performing a gladius-like upward stab with its club, except it is aimed upward at Leopold's guts from below.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Not quite thrown from his balance, Leopold would step back with response, bringing his axe diagonal across his chest in a defensive posture. If the counterattack still came, he'd meet it with the shaft of his weapon. If not, he'd twist his axe and swing, trying to catch the bottom edge of the shield and push it up.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Kuilei continued with the counterattack, thrusting upward in an attempt to jab him with its much shorter weapon. His axe parried it away successfully. The Kuilei quickly disengaged, taking a backstep and regaining its balance again.*\n\n*The stone golem seems to have advanced by 10 feet during the last bout of combat. It is now **70 ft away***" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Leopold growled, slamming his own axe against his chest. He was growing frustrated, only able to over power these Kuilei through outmaneuvering them, and they seemed to have caught on. Trying to think creatively, Leopold lowered his axe and would go for a swing from below and to the right, holding the shaft almost like an oar. However, it was a feint that he'd use to position the pommel of his axe to the left of the shield. If the Kuilei went to block with the shield, he'd turn his whole body to strike the edge of he shield with the pommel, pushing his enemy of their balance.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Kuilei fell for the feint, and used its shield to block the axe. As usual, it attempted to make a step forward and jab its club at his abdomen. The next thing it knew, it was pushed to the side, with the shield getting in the way of the strike. The Kuilei was thrown by its shield onto the ground, losing its balance. Its shield covered most of its torso at this angle, leaving its right arm, lower leg, and head exposed.\n\n**Stone Golem** Seems slightly worried about this development, and started running toward Leopold, closing to **50 ft away***" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Leopold would stomp one foot on the Kuilei's lower leg to hold it and bury his axe into its head with a powerful downward swing. If the Kuilei perished because of this attack, the Steppe Elf would swiftly remove the axe to face the oncoming Stone Golem.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The axe fell swiftly onto the Kuilei's head, cracking its head crystal and killing it instantly. The stone golem saw that its comrade was destroyed. That means no risk for friendly fire.\n\n*It threw the boomerang at Leopold's torso after coming to a halt in its charge. And then it continued charging him, reaching **30 ft away***" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*With one learning experience under his belt, Leopold stepped to the side as the Stone Golem launched the projectile, using his axe to block if he somehow wasn't fast enough. Leopold would slowly walk forward to the Golem advance, noting the material of the quarterstaff.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The boomerang missed. The golem grabbed its quarterstaff steadily with its hands, and sized Leopold up and down, as it approached to within **25 ft**. The quarterstaff were made out of ash, reinforced with iron bands throughout. It seemed thicker than usual, around 1.75 inch in thickness, and probably weighed between 6 - 7 pounds.*\n\n*It let out a shrilling noise at Leopold.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"Yeah,\" *Leopold said, a little more concerned than he let show,* \"Fuck you, too.\" *With that, Leopold sprinted forward, boosting his speed yet again to 35mph. He run to the left side of his enemy, wanting to see its reflexes and agility. Knowing that the Stone Golem would use his durable body against the Elf's speed, Leopold put himself in range of the Kuilei's weapon, not his grip. Leopold hoisted his axe on his shoulder as he ran, preparing a powerful chop when the Stone Golem inevitably attacked him.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The stone golem turned toward Leopold, staying in the same place as the elf sprinted at an extreme speed. It pulled back the end of its quarterstaff, and then made a very conservative thrust toward Leopold's lower leg, with most of the staff held back. If Leopold attempted to chop or control it staff, it would backstep and then immediately retract the staff away.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Leopold would halfheartedly swing the axe, just to match the Stone Golem's tentative strike. Circling around, the Steppe Elf would then test how quickly the Kuilei could turn around, standing behind it, still out of its arms length.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The golem retracted its staff defensively, and then turned toward the steppe elf, following him quickly - though its running speed were no match for the enhanced elf, the same cannot be said for its turning speed. This golem seems quite nimble for its size and weight.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Leopold stopped running, placing himself squarely in front of the Stone Golem, maintaining the safer range. Without the blindspot the other Kuilei had, speed didn't seem like it would change the fight. Reflexively slow, Leopold has to focus all of his attention on the Stone Golem. He held his weapon diagonally across himself again, taking a defensive posture. Time to see what this thing could do.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Kuilei charged forward with its staff in its hand, and then made a nimble diagonal strike from the top right toward Leopold's shoulder. The plan is simple - crush him with leverage and whack his head.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Lowering his stance, Leopold readied his axe. With his full strength, the Steppe Elf twisted his body weight and swung his axe towards the wooden shaft of the Kuilei's staff. He hoped to severely damage his attackers weapon, if not outright cut through it. Leaving the Golem with a shorter weapon would put it at a disadvantage and allow Leopold to counterattack more successfully.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The tip of the quarterstaff was moving very quickly compared to his axe, thanks to the law of leverage. Instead of chopping straight on the shaft, the staff hit the axe directly on its top, causing a small chip on the staff. It also forced Leopold to block and absorb the full force of the blow. \n\nThe golem continued its charge, ditching any range advantage. It aimed to ram Leopold down and stomp him*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*With the distance closing, Leopold let the weight of the axe naturally come down, then slammed the edge of his axe forward, using his should to enhance the attack. It lacked finesse, but the movement would be fully directed at the Stone Golem's abdomen.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The golem continued the charge, ditching the awkward and long staff. It didn't fear its axe - there's no way it could punch through, after all. It winded up for a punch, and sent it straight toward Leopold's face...\n\nWhen the axe slammed into its abdoman, eviscerating it partially and disabling its legs. \n\nThe golem's punch, however, was still flying toward his face, and it looked like almost 400 lbs of rock is going to fall onto Leopold afterward.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Leopold would continue with the momentum of the swing, pushing his entire body into the axe and body of the golem. This way, any swinging punch would have to be massively redirected, what with the Steppe Elf squeezing against the Kuilei's body. Leopold would then put a shoulder under his axe, still embedded in the Golem, and utilize all of the strength in his body to push up, hopefully tipping the Stone Golem over.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The golem's eyes dimmed by the second, as its body were eviscerated. But it would not give up spiting its enemy at the last moment. He lowered itself with all the might it can gather in its body, and headbutted Leopold. \n\nAfter that, its eyes grew dim, and it fell to the side, pushed off by Leopold.*\n\n*As the fight finished up, a cry emitted from the biggest building in the village.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The strike to the head was catastrophic for Leopold, due to his injury. His vision was blurry as he stumbled backwards, gripping his pained skull. If every memory he forgot when touching his band was a drop, this was a wave, crashing out of his head. An entire chunk of Leopold's life was now missing, nearly everything before he left Selnari Khanate. After taking a few seconds to recover, Leopold gathered the strength to move towards the cry, not sure who it might've been. The Dark Elf? A survivor of the village burning? Another Kuilei? Either way, Leopold advanced.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Once he reached the house - thanksfully for him, there was no enemy to be found. It seems there was a man chained to a pole here, shouting frantically at Leopold.*\n\n\"Come over here! Come! Quick! Help me!\" *It seems to be a very well dressed male Macen, in golden and red robe.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Leopold staggered to him, his vision still slightly blurry.* \"Yes, just a second.\" *With his axe, Leopold tried to break the chain, careful not to strike the man in any way.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*After a few hacks, Leopold broke the chain, and he ran forward, hugging him in gratefulness.*\n\n\"Very careful! There's a powerful fire mage here, he summoned all those scary golems, and kidnapped me for ransom! But you saved me. But you better run, he is strong! Very strong!\" *The man seems to be capable of more complicated, mannered speech, but he still seems to be startled.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Leopold squinted at the man, confused.* \"I was out there making a lot of noise. I didn't see any fire mage.\" *The Steppe Elf looked around, trying to understand what exactly happened.* \"Who are you, anyway?\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Look, you, you, you just gotta run!\" *He grabbed Leopold's hand, disregarding any consent and pulled him away from the house.* \n\n\"Wait, wait, I remember, fire man has something. Yes.\" *He ran back into the house, returning with a fistful of jewelries - two silver and golden amulet with a gem on them.* \"He hid these! Took it from me! I give you this, you take me safe to Amerung - Just seven miles south, save me, OK?\" \n\n*Said city would be a natural stop on the route toward Salvainia, if Leopold remember.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Leopold was never much into investigation himself, so he figured the man was telling it to him straight. The Steppe Elf pocketed the treasures and led the stranger to his cart, where his horses would be waiting for him. Now where did that Dark Elf go..?*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The fight has ended. The two were now free to loot the battlefield. The man who they rescued would be EXTREMELY insistent that the two leave the immediate vicinity, for the presence of a fire mage.*\n\n``` Loot List:\nGems on Wood Kuilei: 180 silver\nGems on Stone Golem: 900 silver\nJewelries: 1200 silver \n```\n\n*Once Leopold arrived at the city, the man would turn out to be the son of a local noble, who was kidnapped when he was investigating the village burning. In gratitude, his father would give the pair a reward of 20 gold.*\n\n*In spite of Amnesia, it is likely that Leopold would've felt stronger combat wise. Talice might've learned a thing or two from the experience, too, though not as much as Leopold, who has risked his life and memory in mortal combat with the stone golem.*\n\n*The gold is up to you two to divide.*\n\n**Leopold gain 1.5 progression point, Talice gain 0.75 progression point.**" } ]

[ { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*A high elven noble would meet whoever made the contract just outside the woods were he lost his dogs. He stood beside his carriage, supporting himself with a crutch. He was old, even for an elf. Likely in his last century, many would argue he shouldn't have been hunting at all. Either way, though, here he waited, just by the road that led to the woods where his hound was killed. His retainer awaited atop the driving bench of the carriage, saying nothing.*" }, { "author": "thatparchedboyo", "message": "Tythis made his way through the forest floor, shield glimmering as the occasional ray of light made it through the top of the trees, hand on the pommel of his sword at all times. His newest contract, a man who wanted a capable warrior to find the collar of his late hunting dog, should be around here somewhere. Notably, Tythis' own pup was nowhere to be found- he figured it would only pain his client to see the dog so fast after losing his own. Besides, it was a simple retrieval mission. Nothing to fancy or dangerous.\n\nTythis could hardly imagine his travels without his loyal pup by his side. His travels, in the beginning, were more than a little lonely, more than a little dangerous, and usually much too quiet for his liking. When he received his war dog, a supposed runt of the litter gone for cheap, he wouldn't have guessed that he would end up being one of his closest allies.\n\nTythis pulled himself out of his own thoughts as he spotted the carriage near the wayside, along with an aged elf standing next to it. He was supporting himself with a crutch. Another person waited on the carriage, though it didn't look as if they had been speaking.\n\nHe picked up his pace just a tad, walking up to the elf.* \n\n\"Hello, sir. I'm here for the contract.\" *Tythis thought for a moment, thinking about whether or not to offer his condolences, but decided against it. Some did no like pity, and he did not know this man. There was no reason to risk angering him.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The High Elf nodded to Tythis, not extending a handshake or proper greeting. Instead, he withdrew a piece of parchment from his coat, offering it to Tythis. Inside would be a sketch of a collar, identified by the medallion with two serpents in an ouroborous.* \"There are three or four of them in the whole den. I'm guessing the fall months haven't been good on them. The Karvoc Dogs were half starved when I encountered them, but...\" *The elf noble shuddered,* \"I imagine they've eaten since. If you follow this path, then go west where there's a fallen tree, you'll start to see the trail I left behind. We were close to their den, it was at most 100 yards away from our fall. The collar will be there.\" *The elf had a grim demeanor and didn't seem interested in further conversation. If Tythis needed it, though, he'd answer any questions.*" }, { "author": "thatparchedboyo", "message": "*Tythis took the parchment, viewing the sketch of the collar. It had a great amount of detail. He sympathized with the elven man, though he didn't show it. He wanted to remain more professional, and the man didn't look like he was in the mood for chat anyways.\n\nHe listened carefully to the man's directions. He doubted that he would be able to come back for a refresher later, or if he did, he doubted the elf would be happy.*\n\n\"I'll get that collar for you, sir.\" *Tythis mentally went over the directions in his head, carefully tucking the sketch in his own leather armor, and nodding to him once more.\n\nTythis set off, traveling down the trail as directed, eyes shifting constantly to make sure no animals could get the jump on him like they did the poor elf and his beast.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*It'd be a few minutes before the fallen tree, and now animals rarely moved across the worn path. The tree was just where the high elf had said, and left, to the west, it seemed a long path of plants and shrubs had been flattened. This is where the elf must've dragged himself after the accident. Dried blood could still be seen in spots. Ahead, Tythis would likely find where the elf fell, and somewhere around there, the den of Karvoc Dogs. It was a still a few hours before the sun was out, so they wouldn't be active. Cowardly creatures though they are, resistance should be expected upon approaching the den.*" }, { "author": "thatparchedboyo", "message": "*Tythis found himself upon the fallen tree the elf had pointed out to him. Just a little left of it was a path of flattened shrubbery and dried blood. Tythis felt his own blood quicken just a tiny bit at seeing it, though it was because he knew he'd be in combat- however short it may be- fairly soon. He followed the path, and stayed weary, eyes still shifting to check he wasn't being followed or stalked by any early risen dogs. He kept an ear out as well, however much good that may do him.\n\nTythis' hand remained steady on his pommel, ready to draw at a moment's notice.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The path was more or less a direct one. It would lead for half a mile, a long way to crawl, before a large amount of dried blood was found. The ground still had marks from what appeared to be a vicious struggle. About thirty yards ahead, the half eaten corpse of a horse would rest in the grass, indicative of the fall the hunter had taken on a cliff about 50ft up. South, though, would be another trail, with its own dried blood and drag marks. It led into rougher, thicker vegetation, where the trees grew close and the brambles tall. It was darker here with the large canopy above, and quieter, too.*" }, { "author": "thatparchedboyo", "message": "*As Tythis drew closer, he scrunched up his nose in disgust. The dead horse let off a foul stench, and mixed with the smell of blood? It was nearly gag-inducing. A larger pool of dried blood was a little bit away from the horse, and made another trail. Noticeably, this one had crawl and drag marks, like something was resisting...\n\nTythis felt his heart hurt just a little bit. Sure, he wasn't exactly the greatest person in the world, but picturing an innocent, loyal dog dying in such a way...? The world worked in cruel ways. He walked towards the gathering brush, moving his hand from the pommel of his blade to the handle, quickly drawing and slicing to remove the shrubbery. The slices were quick and concise, despite the larger size of the blade. He didn't bother sheathing the blade after he was done, as he had a feeling he'd fine that den soon enough.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Tythis would soon find himself in a clearing in the trees, with practically just flat grass and small stones. It was nearly a perfect circle with a 140ft diameter. On one end, Tythis just cut his way through. On the other, a large tree with roots wrapped around a boulder. It seemed like this made a perfect place for a small hovel. The snout of a Karvoc Dog was poking out, but the rest could hardly be seen. Thanks to the lack of trees, sunlight shone into the area, excluding the shadowed den where the Karvoc Dogs most likely rested within. A bloody, scratched trail was clear. They must have dragged the hound into their den, bones, collar, and all. The only Dog made no move, the snout unmoving in the slowly setting sunlight.*" }, { "author": "thatparchedboyo", "message": "*Tythis stopped in his tracks as he saw the snout of the Karvoc dog. They hadn't moved an inch yet, and they hadn't appeared to have noticed Tythis. As slowly and as quietly as he could, he sheathed his sword and drew his crossbow, loading a bolt in as he did so. Slowly, he drew the bolt back, making as little noise as possible. He only aimed briefly, trying to get the damned thing in its nose before it had the chance to do anything and alert the rest of its ugly brethren.\n\nTythis pulled the trigger. The bolt launched from the crossbow, and Tythis wasted no time trying to reach for another bolt.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The bolt would fly true and garner no reaction from the Karvoc Dog, aside from the moment it made contact. The bolt would move through the soft tissue and cartilage, entering the brain directly. The snout would simply lower and disappear as the Dog died and fell backwards. Unfortunately for Tythis, though, four more heads would emerge from the shadows. It seemed as though they had sensed him long ago, and only one made the mistake of making itself seen too soon. The four remaining Korvac Dogs would begin running immediately. No barking or growling was heard from them, moving almost silently as they ran across the expanse. They'd be upon him in three turns, already crossing 40 of the 140ft between them. It appeared the High Elf's count was incorrect.*" }, { "author": "thatparchedboyo", "message": "*The beasts charging at Tythis were unnerving, their large and grotesque figures moving with the grace and silence of a trained assassin. There were no howls. No battlecries. Just him, the dogs, and the gap between them, which was quickly closing.\n\nHe loaded the second bolt, and a line of magic quickly spouted from the tip of the bolt to the one that had been fired. He didn't have to be silent this time, drawing back with ease, and shooting at a second dog. With luck, the first arrow would fly and hit another dog on the way back. That is, if the bolt hit at all. \n\nThe moment the bolt left the crossbow, Tythis put it back on his back, drawing his sword from its sheathe and preparing himself for melee combat.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Tythis' bolt would sink squarely into the shoulder of the first Karvoc Dogs, and it slowed it's run considerably, moving to keep the weight off it's now injured leg. The secondary bolt would lodge itself into the flank of the dog nearest the leader, slowing it down as well. Unfortunately, though, no kill shots. The two unharmed Karvoc Dogs would be upon Tythis in two turns, while the two injured Dogs would be another four turns. The panting breath of the beasts could be heard now, as they approached within 80ft of Tythis.*" }, { "author": "thatparchedboyo", "message": "*Instead of trying to get another shot in with the crossbow, Tythis charged straight at the mongrels. If another one died, they probably would be too far away to stop from fleeing anyways. He didn't need these things attacking anyone else on the road when they couldn't defends themselves, now could he?\n\nThe sword was held at Tythis' side, ready to be swung at any moment. Likewise, his shield arm was just as ready, a small surprise waiting for whatever dog dared get too close for comfort. The distance closed ever more quickly with both parties charging at each other, and Tythis could feel his blood begin to pump harder.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*One of the larger dogs would reach Tythis first as it launched itself upwards, attempting to hit the man directly in his chest with its paws. It was a simple knockdown strategy that many predators exercised. The second dog would run to the left side of Tythis, about ten feet away, likely aiming to get behind him. The last two would be limping behind, about two turns or 60 feet away.*" }, { "author": "thatparchedboyo", "message": "*Instead of swinging his sword, Tythis raised his shield. The rune inscribed on the middle glowed and shifted briefly, before a glass-like ward pushed out from it, and smacked into the karvoc dog. The paws instead hit the ward, and it shattered as it did so.\n\nTythis did notice the other dog circling to his left, and he prepared to turn quickly, as soon as this dog wasn't immediately on him, though the glass ward should have been enough to toss him away for now.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"Arf?\" *Upon shattering the Glass Ward, the Karvoc Dog would be sent flipping backwards, end over end and onto the ground, where it would roll to its feet. It appeared dazed, shaking its head as it recovered, but no lasting injury was seen on it.*\n\n*This second Karvoc Dog would do just the same, leaping to Tythis' upper body in an effort to knock him to the ground.*\n\n*The other two Dogs were nearing, only 30ft away, still limping from the bolt embedded in their legs.*" }, { "author": "thatparchedboyo", "message": "*Tythis felt a little bit of satisfaction, seeing the dog flip over from the ward shattering. It would be comical, if there wasn't another one trying maul him. Speaking of...\n\nTythis turned his head and saw the predator leap at him, and he swung his shield to smash the dog. If it did connect, then he would follow up with a broad slicing motion with his sword to try and finish it off.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Tythis' attacks would neatly deal with the Karvoc Dog's assault. The shield would send the dog to the ground, where it would be staggered and still enough for Tythis to bring his sword squarely across its head. The beast's head split and it fell to the ground with a shudder, dead.*\n\n*As Tythis had his back turned to deal with the Dog attacking him from behind, he'd likely see a Karvoc Dog on either side now in his peripheral, both poised to pounce from either the left or right. A bark came from behind him, where the third remaining dog was positioned.*" }, { "author": "thatparchedboyo", "message": "*Tythis felt a bit of relief as the dog was downed, one less to deal with now. Though, he could see two more dogs in his periphery, ready to pounce on either side... His heart beat a little harder, and more adrenaline pumped through his veins. \n\nIn a spur of the moment decision, Tythis threw his sword in the air. He didn't need to, but hopefully it would serve as a decent distraction for his next action. Quickly reaching down, he pulled the dagger sheathed on his hip, drawing and flicking it at one of the dogs. It wouldn't be as effective as a crossbow bolt, but Tythis was a fairly strong person, and the dagger looked practically brand new.\n\nHe shield arm steadied for the other inevitable pounce. He had a... Somewhat decent plan for the other dog, when it did pounce.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Throwing the sword in the air was a good strategy for distracting dogs, but unfortunately... Karvoc Dogs are blind. Sensing the projectile simply harmless moving, none would be very distracted. The dagger, though, would lodge itself nicely into the snout of the dog on the right, making it whimper as it stumbled backwards and began to bleed.*\n\n*The dog to Tythis' left would begin to move directly in front of him, while the other dog pounced from behind, it's movements loud enough to act as a warning.*" }, { "author": "thatparchedboyo", "message": "*Tythis didn't seem to really care that the dogs didn't notice- he wasn't relying on that in the first place. Instead, he caught the sword, and again turned to shield bash the dog trying to pounce on him, though he doubted he would have time for a follow-up slice. Instead, he readied his sword arm to slice at a different dog should he need to.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Tythis' reaction was perfectly on beat with the Karvoc Dogs' attack. They are beasts, after all. However, without the Glass Ward, Tythis would have to deal with the weight and ferocity of the animal. Its paws went to the top of the shield, pulling it down slightly as its body weight slammed against it. The dog would be repelled, but would roll to its feet much faster than before. The other Karvoc Dog pounced at Tythis' immediately after, aiming its paws at his torso yet again, snapping its jaws.*" }, { "author": "thatparchedboyo", "message": "*Tythis let out a small \"Whoah\" As the dog pulled on his shield, unsteadying him just a bit as the mutt fell away and rolled back onto it's feet. He glanced to the side, and no sooner did the hound pounce. Fortunately, he had already prepared for that. Instead of raising his shield, Tythis opted for the more offensive option of stabbing into the beast directly. He needed to get one down so he could have some breathing room, otherwise, one of them would eventually get the jump on him. Literally.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The Karvoc Dog would not have the thought to dodge, instead being gored by the forward stab, with the sword going into its belly and tearing upwards as it fell to the ground. The last beast would finally understand the futility of pouncing at the man and lunge forward, biting Tythis' ankle. Tired and injured, it only got a secure grip, but would soon begin shaking and thrashing to sink its teeth further to tear muscle and break bone.*" } ]

[ { "author": "thatparchedboyo", "message": "*Tythis grunted as the beast lunged and managed to sink it's teeth into his ankle, and Tythis could only bash his shield into its skull as hard as he could in the hopes that he could daze and then continue to bash and kill it. He let go of the sword to propel the shield down harder, deciding he could grab it in a moment. He didn't want to have to slog back with a broken ankle, and he certainly was not dying here.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The initial bash would not stop the beast, as dazed or not, it would simple continue to tighten its bite. However, the continual basing with the shield would serve to crack its skull and eventually heavily damage the brain, killing the Korvac Dog. It's teeth would steel be lodged in Tythis' leg, serving no more than several gouges. All the Dogs were slain, and Tythis was free to move about freely once he pried the deceased animal's mouth off of himself.*" }, { "author": "thatparchedboyo", "message": "*Tythis bashed a few more times than was probably needed, but he stopped when he realized the mutt had stopped tightening its grip on his ankle. With a disgruntled sigh, he grabbed both sides of the beast's mouth, albeit at an awkward angle because of his shield, and pried the damned thing's jaws from his leg. \n\nFortunately, for all of its effort, the boots Tythis was wearing saved his leg from being mangled and destroyed. Though, the boot would have to be replaced, and that bite would still have him limping.\n\nTythis let out a hiss of pain once the teeth were free, and he tried not to put too much weight on it. The disgusting stench of beast blood hit him, and he felt tired now that his adrenaline was ebbing away. \n\nPulling his leg away, Tythis used his shield as a makeshift cane as he went and retrieved all of his equipment, the dagger and his sword really the only things he could grab. The bolts had broke while the dogs were still charging. After sheathing his blades, he took out the sketch, and hobbled over to their den, trying to see if he could spot what remained of the Elf's dog and his collar.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Amidst a remarkably mangled skeleton would be the medallion matching the sketch. The collar was nowhere to be seen, and the bit of metal was bent, but identifiable. Something could be heard from deeper in the den, something like scratching and... Whimpering?*" }, { "author": "thatparchedboyo", "message": "*Tythis looked around, spotting the medallion and swiping it off of the floor. No collar though. He hoped that the karvoc dogs didn't just rip the thing to shreds for fun...\n\nHe stopped. He could hear something, a scratching noise and whimpering. With slightly widened eyes, Tythis walked forward, a little cautious now, and hand resting on his pommel." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The might was dim here, the sunlight from the evening barely illuminating the inside of the den. Towards the back of the den, movement, and then... Two Korvac Pups moved out to be seen. One barked nervously, while the other quietly whispered behind it. They didn't show much aggression, nor were they at the age that could really harm someone. Or hunt, for that matter.*" }, { "author": "thatparchedboyo", "message": "*Tythis's vision slowly started to lack color, as he made his way back towards the den. He had night vision, like most Water Macen did. But, it never failed to unnerve him whenever the color started draining from... Well, everything. Likewise, he could easily see the two puppies in the back of the cave, their figures and mannerisms suggesting nervousness and fear. \n\nTythis looked at them, thinking for a moment. He couldn't very well just leave them here. They couldn't hunt at this age, he was pretty sure, and he doubted a kindly pack of Karvoc dogs would pick them up and raise them as their own. But he couldn't take them back, either.\n\nNot only would his employer most likely be more than unhappy that he decided to take in two of the creatures that killed his loyal pup, but he did not have the money, space, or time to properly figure out how to raise two Karvoc dogs of all things. Could they even be tamed? And he surely wouldn't be going back after he completed this job. Not with this leg injury, anyways.\n\nNo. Tythis realized that, really the only merciful option was to give both of them a swift death, instead of leaving them to starve or be eaten like the dog was.\n\nHe slowly approached, using his shield to support himself still, and kneeled down to the dogs. They still looked and sounded nervous. He took out his dagger, and raised his arm... The slammed it forward, and if he should slay the first beast without resistance, he would do the same to the second with little hesitation.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The grisly business would be done without struggle, with the pups not knowing how to defend themselves. The quiet that followed after would hopefully not be to haunting for Tythis. The road back to the High Elf would be clear of any danger, with the Karvoc Dogs being the prominent danger in that part of the wilds. The sun would still be above the horizon for another hour.*\n\n*The evening air would be a bit cold, though.*" } ]

[ { "author": "thatparchedboyo", "message": "*Tythis hobbled out of the cave, medallion the only real thing to bring back. They had even torn up the collar. Frankly, he was surprised that there was anything to show, by the looks of that skeleton. But he did his job, and... A little extra, grisly as it may have been. He left the den out back into the sun, the color returning to his vision, but it may as well not have. \n\nHe didn't enjoy killing those two pups, but he didn't see any other reasonable or practical option. The worst part was the quiet afterwards. It wouldn't necessarily 'haunt' Tythis, but it was just as unpleasant as doing the deed itself. As he made his way back, and the chilly air nipped at his skin, he managed to spot the carriage and elf man from before, patiently waiting.\n\nGood. Now he could be done with this business, and his employer could get some closure. He approached, still using his shield as support.*\n\n\"Hello, sir. I went to the den as asked, and well... I believe the Karvoc dogs ate the collar. However,\" *He took out the bent medallion from his pocket,* \"I did manage to find this. I'm sorry I couldn't do more, sir.\" \n\n*After a brief second of thinking, he also added:* \"Oh, and those Karvoc dogs won't be hurting anyone else anymore.\" *He doubted it would truly make the man feel better, knowing the things that killed his dog were killed in a similarly brutal way, but that would be his own emotions to sort through.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The High Elf silently extended his hand and took the medallion, running his thumb over it. After a few moments of reminiscing, the noble pocketed the medallion and withdrew five gold coins, holding them out towards Tythis.* \"Thank you.\" *The Elf didn't seem to care for more than just having the medallion back. Unless Tythis would stop him after receiving his reward, the Elf would return to his carriage and ride home.*" }, { "author": "thatparchedboyo", "message": "*Tythis nodded and let the noble drop the coins in his hand.* \"Stay safe, sir.\" *Tythis pocketed the five coins, and began debating whether or not he would set up camp. He could trek back to civilization, sure, but it would be rough with this injury. Though, the job was done, now, and either way he wasn't in danger of being attacks by a Karvoc dog anymore. With a sigh, he took a seat beneath a nearby tree, and decided to start setting up camp...*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "**QUEST COMPLETE**\n*1.5 Progression Point Rewarded!*" } ]

[ { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*At the end of Mevis' travels would be a path that led into some hills, in a valley that seemed to have a small cave. Within this cave would be a restless pool of water, leading into many deeper underwater caverns and small tunnels. Across it would be a large, stone door, with dry land just at the foot of it. It appeared ancient, with moss growing in some of the details. Artwork was carved along the face of it, some faded beyond the point of recognition. On either side of the door were holes, no larger than a human skull, pouring water into the pool. In the middle was a small hole, about 5ft from the ground, with an inscription underneath.*\n\n```Three stand, eyes on each other.\n\nOne is bound by the acts of another.\n\nTwo may name the same name of their mother.\n\nOnly two could call another watcher brother.\n\nOne cannot speak, else truth would uncover.\n\nThree stand, eyes on each other.\n\nOne must die, so take your choice.\n\nWe will tell by just the noise.```" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Mevis would've been spooked trying to get into the cave. He didn't like locations that made it difficult to run, and cave was certainly not the most spacious location. Upon reaching the door without any encounters, Mevious would let out a sigh of relief. At least he made it to the door without dying. The cave must be pretty old as the artwork was no longer recognizable. Mevis wondered who made this door and artwork in the first place and what purpose did it serve? Perhaps the elves? He didn't know too much about their culture but this was the elven march after all. He also wondered if there was some sort of magic at work as he couldn't imagine how the place hadn't flooded with a constant flow of water from the holes. More so he was confused on what was supplying water to those two holes. \nAfter throughly examining his surroundings he would then walk up and read the inscription. He would then read it again, look around, then read one more time. He would scratch his head in frustration. '3 stand, eyes to each other'? There weren't any statues nearby. Hopefully it wasn't referring to any of the paintings cus they were long gone. But maybe he could try getting a closer look? He would then try to approach the paintings and brush it up hoping to get some sort of idea on what they were." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*There were five engravings: one in the middle and another in each corner. The middle piece was the most preserved. Unfortunately, it was very simple. It was simply an eye, with the hole being at the very center.*\n*The top left painting seemed to be a wood elf, perhaps a druid of some sort, sitting by a pool of water and peering into it. The top right image was an elf, looking directly out, at the viewer, while a hunter with a bow stood off to the side, aiming at the animal. The bottom left work was far too faded to see any details, while the bottom right appeared to have a skull, broken into pieces. Any further details were worn away.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Mevis admired the art. It would seem he was right that this place was made likely made by the elves. Perhaps they were clues? The right image was of an elk about to be killed and the riddle said something about choosing one of them to die, right? There was also the fact that each painting seemed to have something to do with sight, with the middle one basically being an eye, so maybe all the holes were watchers? Perhaps that meant he had to make the right hole 'die'? \nSeemed far too simple, after all many other people have came here and couldn't figure it out and Mevis doubted someone like him would be able to solve it this quickly. He should go over the riddle once more, but before that he should give another scan around the room. It was a trait he didn't really like using, but he needed as much information as he can get. Mevis closes his eyes and after opening them his normally brown eyes are now red as he activates his thermal vision. He hoped that the water would provide a colder reading so he could get a better idea of where the water was coming from and perhaps even get some clues on what was behind the holes/door." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Outside was a chilly winter day, though the cave walls inside were colder, more so than the door. The water was chilled by this, as the water spouting from the wall was warmer than the pool, though seemed to be cooled as it settled and moved down into the many small tunnels below. A few tunnels below seemed to warm the water a bit as it went down, while the rest were cold.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Shame, it seemed his sight couldn't provide anymore clues. The few tunnels that seemed to be warm was a bit interesting, though he couldn't figure out how it related to the riddle. He couldn't even seem to see where the source of water was for the two holes. At this point the only thing he really got going for him was to make the right hole 'die' because it has an elk image about to be shot over it. Mevis sighed. Seeing the crushed skull image and the fact that the holes were 'skull-sized' he suspected that he had to stuff his head into the hole to stop it from flowing, thus making it 'die'. It seemed like a really really stupid idea. He even cringed from the mere idea of doing something so silly. But magic is weird and given his clues this seemed like the best bet. He only hoped it wouldn't crush his skull if he was wrong, but perhaps he deserves it for doing something this stupid. \nThat being said, he couldn't let one skull be crushed though. Mevis pulls the Oni Skull Mask off from the side of his head and puts it in his bag for now. Didn't need both of their skulls crushed. He would then go up to the right hole, take a deep breath, close his eyes, and stuff his head in." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The water pouring from the hole came rushing over Mevis' head and face, pouring all over him. However, if he could see through all the water, the inside of the hole was made of glass. It showed into the chamber, though the image was slightly distorted due to the bits of rushing water. Within stood a figure draped in robes facing an identical figure. This second one, though, faced the door.*\n\n*Remaining in the hole would be difficult, the experience was similar to being waterboarded.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Mevis would pull his back gasping for air. Well then, it looked like he didn't open the door, but he sort of saw what was inside. Also his skull didn't get crushed so that was good. Maybe he could get more information by looking through the other holes. He would start with the smaller one that didn't have water flowing out of it as he was still trying to recover his breath, after which he would go peek into the left hole." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*From the small hole, Mevis could only see the one figure staring right at him. From here, it was clearly a wooden mannequin in robes, devoid of any features beyond that. However, compared to the perspective of the right hole, something seemed off. There wasn't enough room to see the other figure from here, but something about the stance was strange, though not easy to phrase.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "A wooden mannequin in robes? And what was with that stance? Dancing? Bowing? Mevis couldn't really tell. Maybe the last hole will provide more insight. He takes a deep breath again, preparing himself to be waterboarded again and stuffs his head in." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Through the glass tube that Mevis came to expect would be the same room, but now, only one mannequin is present. The one facing the door is nowhere to be seen, but a type of slate is reflecting light in a strange way. Perhaps it is some kind of mirror? It isn't facing Mevis, though.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Mevis would pull his head out and breath heavily again. He was truly stumped. A mirror? Mannequins? Watchers? What was up with the Mannequins stance? Didn't seem like stuffing his head into the holes worked either. What was he to do? What did the riddle mean? He could now see why many others had trouble with it. He knew he wasn't as smart as Isabella or as clever as Old Man Roth. He had acquired all his knowledge from experience and books but that couldn't be compared to real talent. Worst of all he had came here in hopes of maybe saving someone who was trapped, but so far he had no leads. He wanted to give up, to go back and return to the library and read books at his leisure. But he lets out another sign and sits down instead. He couldn't give up, heroes don't give up. So at the very least he could sit there and try to think with a clearer head, trying to gather up the clues he had gotten so far and try to make sense of them. Perhaps he should start with the stance. It was not easy to phrase, but not impossible. He would think through all the various stances he had read about from either dancing books, martial art books, or even romance books and try to figure out which one would come closest to it." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The stance wouldn't line up with any images that Mevis might have seen, because the stance wasn't technically possible. The way the light interacted with the figure, the way the body leaned one way , none of it seemed right. Hovering. It looked as though the figure was hovering. It was as if there wasn't a figure at all, but the projection or image of a figure, somehow. The first figure, facing the hovering mannequin, was placed realistically, and nothing seemed wrong when it was looked upon.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Mevis was lost. He couldn't reach the projection. Though he didn't try opening the door either... He would go up to the door and try opening it up. Mevis would be severely disappointed in himself for falling into the typical blunder of assuming the door was locked. If anything he would try to learn from this experience, to always try all options and keep away from assumptions if possible." } ]

[ { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*There wouldn't appear to be any contraption or way to open the door from the outside. Pushing and pulling would yield no results.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Mevis sighs. At least this time his assumption was right, but still for the future it would be safer to not make such assumptions. He was once more at a road block, but at this point any idea is a good idea, even how stupid it sounded. The riddle mentioned something about one of the watchers could not speak, as it would reveal the truth, and this quest was focused on finding out the truth about this place. Yet two of the watchers may name the same name of their mother. Mevis guessed the the water pouring out of the two holes and sound it made were the brothers with the mother being the water. That would mean the third hole in the center was the one that kept the truth. To make it speak, he would have to find a way to get water out of there or perhaps in there. For now he had no way to get water out of there, so he would try the reverse, get water in there. He would fill his waterskin with water from the pool and them attempt to pour into the middle hole." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Water would trickle into the hole, though start streaming out the bottom of the door. There was the thinnest opening at the bottom, and it showed the room was slightly at an angle, tilting towards the door Mevis was at.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Alright, so looked like filling it up with water wasn't going to be possible, at least not with a small waterskin as the water would drain faster than he could fill up. One foolish idea crossed off. This all that he could do after all, for what he couldn't compensate with wit, he would try with dedication. He wasn't going to return empty handed, that much is for sure. Time to start from the beginning again. \n\"Three stand, eyes on each other.\" Mevis was still pretty sure this meant the three holes, but wasn't too sure on how they had eyes on each other. \n\"One is bound by the acts of another.\" He assumed that meant one of the holes would react or do something if one of the other holes were effected. He wasn't sure which hole though and how to make it trigger the reaction.\n\"Two may name the same name of their mother\" Only idea that came to mind was that the two streams shared the same pool of water which could perhaps be called the mother as it was supplying the water. Not sure how this was a relevant clue though.\n\n\"Only two could call another watcher brother\" Going back to the previous clue, this could mean that those two holes were supposedly 'brothers' as they come from the same mother or it could somehow mean two of the holes were 'sisters' instead of 'brothers' and the third hole was the brother. Like the last clue though, Mevis wasn't sure how this was a clue.\n\"One cannot speak, else truth would uncover\" Mevis still suspects that this is the whole that isn't pouring water. If he could somehow get water to pour out of it then the 'truth' about this door would be revealed. But he had no idea how to currently do that.\n\"Three stand, eyes on each other\" Seems to be a repeat of the initial statement. He was pretty sure there was no deeper meaning here as he had read riddles in books that sometimes repeat certain phrases for dramatic effect or to keep a rhyme going.\n\n\"One must die, so take your choice\" He wasn't sure what it meant for a stream to die, or what exactly 'One' was, but Mevis suspected he had to stop one of the streams or perhaps empty the pool to make it 'die'. \n\"We will tell by just the noise\" Well, the pouring of the water into the steam was the only thing Mevis was really hearing right now. If he were to stop the stream then there would be silence and that would be easily recognizable by sound. But perhaps there was some other sound in the cave. He was heavily relying on sight for the past few clues after all, so this time Mevis closes his eyes and tries to focus on the sounds of the cave." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The water was streaming from the two larger holes, loudly splashing into the pool of water as ripples went across the pools, making small waves coasting on the edges. The sound of the water coming through the holes itself was an interesting one, as the water was running over the glass tube, making a slight whistling noise. The sound of running water was heard from the small hole, though muffled, as it came form the exterior of the glass tubes inside.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Well that confirmed Mevis idea that the water was causing the noise. But what can he do to stop it from flowing? He recalled that with his thermal vision that some of the tunnels in the pool were warmer than the rest and the water coming out was also warm. Maybe those tunnels were cycling the water back? But he had nothing to plug such large tunnels. He would look at the holes that were pouring water. The riddle said he had to kill one, but the only way Mevis could think of to create silence is to plug those two holes. Well he may as well try it, it wasn't like he had anything to lose from trying. \nHe would take of his shirt and pull the Oni Skull Mask from his bag and wrap the shirt around it. He apologized for mishandling the skull in such a way, but knew he wouldn't receive forgiveness from his best friend regardless. He would place it over the right hole in hopes of plugging it. He would then empty his backpack of any valuables, fill it with whatever rocks he can find in the cave and try to plug the left hole with it. Worst case scenario he was going to end up with a wet backpack and shirt, but only a small price to pay if it is able to solve this riddle." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*When the first hole began to be blocked, the water pressure increased notably both in the small gaps left and in the left spout. Upon covering the left hole, the water was quickly streaming out of small gaps left in the hole. It was difficult to create a perfect seal, after all. However, the noise was considerably quieter. Well, from outside. From the small hole, the water could be heard rushing even louder, and even the pool began to dip a little bit in depth without the streams. Then, came the soft cracking noise of the glass tubes inside, straining under the pressure of the water.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Mevis wasn't sure if what was that cracking was a good or bad thing, but it was at least something. He was already in this deep. He would try to support the plugs with his hands if he could so they don't go flying out from the water pressure. He could only hope he was doing the right thing. If instead he broke whatever was suppose to be here, well, it would be clear that he wasn't skilled enough to rise up the ranks yet and would have to learn from this experience." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Only a few seconds later, with Mevis blocking the hole more fully, the glass tube within would crack and shatter. The water would instantly stop coming from the right hole, now streaming out of the bottom of the door.*\n\n*With muffled grating of stone and moving of heavy weight behind the walls, the stone door would begin slowly rising.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Mevis would look at the rising door in confusion. Is it suppose to be rising? Will it rise all the way up. He still didn't fully understand the riddle, but for now he decided to wait until the door rose as high as it could. After which he would go retrieve his bag, shirt, mask, and belongings and head inside to the room with the mannequins. He got a feeling he had only managed to get past the first challenge and there was more to come." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*After the door rose to the top, no longer impeding Mevis' progress, he could see into the room. One mannequin stood to the side, facing a mirror in the middle of the room. The mirror was tilted to reflect the figurine's image so that it appeared to be facing the door in the reflection. The hovering stance the reflected figure had was due to distortion at the bottom of the mirror, below its feet. On the other side of the room was a set of two wooden doors, still closed.*\n\n*The floor of the room was covered in water due to the broken tube on the right, with the leftmost tube dripping water. In fact, in that tube was a large shape, something struggling against the rocks in the way. They seemed to be making slow progress.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Mevis would try to wring as much water as he can from his bag and shirt. It felt uncomfortable. He made a mental note to bring extra pair of clothing for future trips. He would look over the room and let out a sigh of a relief. He could only guess that he was the first one to make it this far unless someone was coming here to replace the broken tubes. At least now he could figure out what was creating the hovering mannequin, but now there is another puzzle before him as there are now 2 doors before him instead of 1. He would try to walk around the room and see if there was any writing like in the last room or any clues at all. He would then suddenly notice a shape struggling in the tube and jump back in shock. \nWhat in the world was that? His heart was beating fast and his flight response was kicking in as he would take a few steps back. Is it the strange creature that was coming and entering here? What should he do? He wanted to run, he clearly had figured out a major piece of the puzzle so he wouldn't be returning empty handed. But what would a hero do? His would then close his eyes and clench his fists and force his body to calm down. Heroes don't panic, they are brave and selfless. He would take a deep breath and try to clear his thoughts. For now the creature seems to still be stuck among the rocks. With his speed he should be more than capable of outrunning it if things got dangerous. There is nothing to fear about getting closer to it. After reassuring himself he would cautiously approach the shape struggling in the tube to get a closer look at what it was." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The water in the tube would be murky do to the bubbles formed by the movement and the natural amount of dirt in the water. However, getting closer, Mevis could see that it was an Uzhi attempting to push its way out of the tube. It pushed its face against the tube, finally seeing Mevis, then pulled back and started moving against stream of water, trying to move from this room to the one Mevis had not yet entered.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Mevis would be surprised to see someone trapped in the tube, but would then attempt to call out to it\n\"Wait! Where are you going! Are you trapped?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The Uzhi's frantic movements wouldn't slow down, still struggling to fight against the water. It reached the end of the tube, now reaching and trying to pull itself out. It was going into the room with the two wooden doors.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Mevis would attempt to follow the Ushi, running after it, still calling out to it\n\"W-wait! I don't mean any harm! Are you the adventurer that got lost here?!\"\nMevis realized he should've probably asked for more details about this quest, he didn't even know how the lost adventurer looked like or if the other ones that had gone before him had clues. He had been too careless and now he is paying the consequences for it. He hoped with dedication he can at least recover from his blunder." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "A very basic illustration\n\n*The Uzhi would be leaving the tube now, leaving Mevis' sight. The wooden doors would be locked, though were only held by a latch and had some give when pushed and pulled. From behind the doors, there was a loud splash and the frantic splashing and wading of water.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Mevis would be a bit surprised to see the door only being held by a latch. He thought there would be some other puzzle involved here involving the mirror and mannequin. He did say he would rather use his head than his fist to solve problems, but his fist was sadly much faster than his head and time is of the essence. He would take a few steps back from the door before charging forward at 40 mph with a flying kick in hopes of breaking it open." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Mevis's strike broke the latch and flung the doors open, flying into the next room. In here, the floor would be lower, a few steps below the last room, and the water would be ankle depth. It would appear to be a tomb, but the stone coffin would not have a top. On either side of mevis, there's be water being magically lifted from the ground and into the tubes, seeming to work on some old magical machinery. To the left, under one of these arrangements, a purple Uzhi woman would be quickly running through the water. She was going from the wall to the coffin, looking at Mevis with wide eyes as she moved.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "\"P-Please, don't run! I am unarmed, see! Please, talk to me!\" Yells Mevis as he raises his arm to show that he is indeed unarmed and slowly walks toward her. He knew he was still capable of violence due to being a martial artists, but hoped the intention of the motion would get through." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The Uzhi would slow to a halt, just a few feet away from the coffin. She looked anxiously from Mevis to the open door behind home, clearly frightened and wary. A few moments passed in the relative silence before she spoke.*\n\"You're not one of those paladin nutjobs, are you? From the sunshine guild or whatever?\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "\"Uh...\" Mevis was unsure on how to answer the question. He wasn't a paladin nutjob, or at least as far as he knew considering he didn't know any holy magic, but he was sent by the 'sunshine' guild. He didn't want to scare her off, but didn't want to lie either. He wasn't sure how she came to know the name of the guild, but could only assume it was from the previous adventurers. He takes a deep breath. For now he will refrain from answering the whole question \"I am not a paladin nutjob, I don't know any holy magic. Have they been bothering you? Is that why you are running away from me?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The Uzhi still seemed uncomfortable, though didn't look like she was going to sprint away at any second. She straightened up a bit, still looking past him, out the door. The sun was setting.* \"I've had this crazy paladin guy chasing me for like a week, so I've been hiding out here. Apparently, I spooked some of the locals and they've been sending guys like you to get in here.\" *She was quiet for a moment.* \"You seem okay, though. How'd you get in here, anyway? And why'd you block up the fountains?\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "\"That's unfortunate, can't imagine the stress of having someone chase after you for a week...\" Mevis sure hoped the guild didn't send him here to capture this Uzhi. She didn't appear capable of any harm. That being said, appearance could be deceiving. So maybe it would be best to stay on guard? Mevis was conflicted on how what to feel, so he opted to just answer her questions and maybe get some more information. \n\"Well, I'm here cus I'm a hero. I was told strange things were happening in the area and someone didn't come back after visiting here. I was hoping to maybe solve the mystery and find the person who was lost. Do you have any idea about that? As for how I got here, I'm not too sure myself. I think when I blocked the fountain it opened the door\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"Yeah,\" *The Uzhi snorted in a bitter laugh,* \"Strange things.\" *She pointed to her mouth and raised her upper lip, exposing fangs. She lowered her hand.* \"I think that's why that lunatic has been chasing me up and down all of Ramul Ta.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Mevis wasn't too sure what was the cause for alarm upon seeing her fangs. Were the locals simply not used to seeing races with non-macen traits? This is the Salvain Empire though, known for its diversity. There were Oni with horns, Mogash that were large, Felinid that were basically walking cats, kitsune that were humanoid foxes, and even the elves were a bit odd looking with their pointy ears and some of them even had claws. He wasn't sure if this is what would be considered 'strange ongoings', but for now as a hero he should help this Uzhi.\n\"I see, it is unfortunate that this paladin is chasing you like this. I see no reason to panic over some fangs. You shouldn't have to suffer like this, hiding in a cave alone fearing for your safety. Have you tried asking for protection? Maybe reporting this man to the local authorities could help also\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The Uzhi gave a genuine laugh this time, sitting down in the water.* \"You're sweet, kid. I'm a vampire. Vampire Uzhi. First one I've heard of. I used to do nighttime fishing to pay for the replicant blood, but some 'holy crusader' decided I shouldn't get to live in peace. He chased me from way up north, up in Elf territory.\" *She dragged her finger through the water, no longer looking at Mevis.* \"I've been having to kill livestock and wildlife to avoid starving because my coin didn't last me long. I'm sure people think I'm some feral freak whose stalking them, but I'm really just hoping that armorclad pointy-eared fuck gets bored and leaves me alone.\" *The Uzhi nodded at the door.* \"Doubt this spot will work anymore, though.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "A vampire huh? He had merely read legends about them, but after getting involved with the Cult of Adventurr he found out vampirism had spread out across the land. People were still rather accepting of it so long as the vampires stuck to the artificial blood provided. He recalled looking at the page quests that there was a quest to take down a rogue paladin. Perhaps that is the one that has been causing her problem? In either case, what she really needed was to get situated back into society. He hoped the guild could help her, but that would mean telling her that he was sent from the guild. He hoped he had earned enough of her trust, but to be on the safe side he pulls out 5 gold from his pouch.\n\"Yeah, I don't think this is a good hiding spot anymore either, but even if it was I wouldn't suggest staying here any longer. You are a person who deserves to live a good life. Now, I'm going to confess that I haven't been upright with you this whole time, but I hope you can trust me when I say I want to help you. I am a member of that 'sunshine guild'. I believe they are a good guild, I think they even have a quest to take down this paladin that has been chasing you, but if they don't I'm sure they would be willing to put one. I think they could help you, so I want you to come with me back to guild.\" He would then hold up the 5 gold in his hand \n\"That being said, I understand if you have feelings of mistrust right now and don't want to come with me. But even still, I want to help, so at the very least if you won't come with me take this 5 gold. I know it isn't much in the grand scheme of things, but I hope it will be enough to get you your artificial blood, maybe some bodyguards, and someday safely return back to your home.\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The Uzhi stood up while Mevis spoke, crossing her arms. Her expression was hard to read, though it was clearly conflicted. Saying nothing, she walked over to the stone coffin and reached in. She pulled out a small pouch that clinked of coin, though very few and drooped it into the pocket of her trousers. Next came an old leatherbound journal that she placed gingerly on the edge of the coffin, not wanting to get it wet. Finally, an arming sword was pulled from the coffin, which she held tightly in both hands.* \"You seem really nice,\" *She said, not facing him,* \"But I really don't know if I can trust you. So I'm keeping a hold of this, okay?\" *She turned to face him now, looking scared but determined.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Mevis sighs. Unfortunate. It was nothing wrong with her, it was all him. He wasn't trustworthy enough. He wasn't like the heroes in the books he read that could win a crowd over with the confident smiles and charming speeches. It was expected that someone as pathetic as him couldn't earn the trust of a single person. He was foolish believe in himself, foolish to think he could be like those heroes. He wasn't strong enough, smart enough, charming enough. Why was someone like him even trying to be a hero?\n*Coward*\nMevis shakes his head, trying to clear the voice from his head. \n*Traitor*\nMevis was breathing heavy now. Why now? Why was he so mentally weak? \n*Murderer*\nMevis would flinch and drop the five coins to the ground with his arms shaking. Not now, he was only making things worse! He had to be calm, he was only making things look more suspicious! Recalling the breathing techniques his master taught him he would slow his heart rate down and his arm would stop shaking. He would then get up slowly.\n\"I... I understand. As I said, I still want to help you, even if you don't want to come with me. I-I'll leave the gold coins on the ground for you. I do hope that you have a better future. I would leave now as my presence here is likely making you uncomfortable, but I just need to confirm that you have no idea about what happened to that one missing adventurer that came here...\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The Uzhi gave a said smile, tucking the journal under her left arm while holding her sword in her left hand. She walked to Mevis now, not looking as afraid, though a bit concerned.* \"New at this, I guess? I'm going with you; I could use the escort. Keep the gold, you can pay me for recusing me at your guild.\" *She extended her free hand to him now.* \"I'm Juniper. And I sunburn. Do you have a coat I can wear for the trip?\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "New at this? Coming with you? Mevis would look at the Ushi confused. Why was she walking toward him? Escort? It was slowly dawning onto Mevis that the Uzhi was actually going to come with him back to the guild. He couldn't help but smile slightly from relief. Did he do it? Was he actually charming like those heroes in the books? Looking over and seeing the sword in her arms he quickly dispelled the thought. She didn't fully trust him, but was at least willing to follow him. But even still, this was much more than what Mevis was expecting. He wasn't at the level as those heroes, but he felt like he was actually making progress for once.\nHe would quickly pick up the gold coins in the water and clear his throat. \"Uhm... I'm M-Mevis. I will try my utmost to escort you back to the guild. I don't have a coat, b-b-but you can wear my shirt if you want. I also got a ton of rope, but doubt you would like turning into a rope mummy...\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Juniper just laughed, pulling at what previously looked like a scarf. She lifted a portion over her head and moved it so it draped down her back. Her cloak covered most of her body now.* \"Keep your shirt on. I'd like to travel by night, if we could. Otherwise, we'll have to be really careful. Whichever you think is best.\" *She reached under her arm and took the small book, handing it to Mevis.* \"I don't know the language, but I found it while hiding out here. You can have it.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Mevis nodded. Heroes shouldn't ever put those they protect in unnecessary danger and he had nightvision so he could make it through the night well enough. \"Y-Yeah. Traveling at night would be best.\" \nHe would look at surprise at the small book that Juniper hands at him. He was always fond of books, but seeing how Juniper couldn't understand it Mevis doubted he would be able to either. But it would be rude to refuse a gift. Likely she already knew he wouldn't understand it either but was offering it as a sign of trust. With that in mind Mevis would grab a hold of the book and bow his head \n\"T-Thank you. I'll treasure it for the rest of my life\" He knew it sounded like an exageration, but it was the truth. He still had that chalice that woman gave him that he saved from the Cult of Adventurr and for as long as he lived he would never lose it. These trinkets to him were a sign of him growing to be a hero, someone that is worthy of receiving gifts. He would look over the book to see if there were any noticeable designs or words that he might recognize. Afterwards he would securely place it in his bag. \nHe would then turn to Juniper \"So uh, this is just for my curiosity, but you've been here for a while right? Got any idea what this place is? Are there more rooms and puzzles? And what's in the other door?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The book was in common writ, but it did appear to have a cipher. The letters were jumbled and sometimes inverse, with a few symbols being used from other languages. Juniper just looked around at Mevis' question.* \"Really only the two rooms.\" *The only doors here were the two broken wooden ones that ed to the mannequin room.* \"Chamber, antechamber, entrance. I'm pretty sure this is a tomb, but something happened before they finished making it. Maybe the guy died.\" \n\n*Juniper let out a small chuckle at that, though frowned.* \"That was meant to be ironic, not morbid. There's no bones in that coffin, after all, just this sword and that journal. I've been getting in through the tunnels in the pool. They feed into here through the holes in the corner, on the floor.\" *She pointed them out.* \"I don't know why it's all flooded, though, Maybe they made this place wrong. Maybe it was for a Treton. Weird, though.\" *Juniper went silent, rocking on her heels.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Mevis scratched his head. A tomb huh? Well whoever made the tomb took great measures to keep people out. Now Mevis felt kind of bad for breaking it as he suspects the way he got in wasn't exactly the 'right' way. He sure hoped whoever was suppose to lie here didn't mind it being broken into. Mevis would look at the book and let out a sigh but also smirk a bit. Looks like there was one last puzzle after all. He would probably need more than a couple of days decipher it if he was even capable of doing it in the first place. The most likely scenario would be to hand it over to the guild. They should have someone specialized in this sort of stuff. He would then look over to Juniper \"Well, it at least provided you shelter for his long. Guess we just wait for night and head out. Sound good to you?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Juniper nodded out to the entrance of the tomb. The sun had already begun to set. It was a long ride there and Mevi spent a good amount of time trying to get in the door.* \"Sun should be down in less than an hour. Are you and your horse up for the ride tonight? If not, I have a spell that should recharge you a bit. I should be able to do it a few times, if you need it again over the ride, but you'll probably sleep for twice as long as you think once you finally settle down to rest.\" *The spell was 'Walk It Off!' a common healing and recouping spell.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Mevis shook his head. He could stay up for another 8 hours or so to travel through the night and simply sleep in the morning. He hadn't really exerted himself on the horse ride and he didn't have to fight anything here either. But he didn't want to be rude by straight off rejecting her help.\n\"I-I think I'm alright for now, I've endured worse. When I get tired though I hope you won't mind using it on me\" And would then get on the horse, hoping it could support both of them. If not he wouldn't mind getting off and walking." }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Uzhi were thankfully made lightweight, so the horse would have no trouble carrying the both of them back to the guild. Juniper would have to use her spell twice on the horse, but they'd get back to before the sunrise.*\n\n**QUEST COMPLETE**\n*1.5PP Awarded!*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Do I go to now to cash it in?" } ]

[ { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Mizu would let out a laugh.*\n\n\"These must be very impressive clothes you are getting if they can fix a 25 decade old reputation~\"\n\n*She would grab a hold of his hand and grin*\n\n\"Well lead the way, unless you want to take another intimacy break. I certainly wouldn't mind~\" \n\n*She was speaking the truth. While it had been weeks for them to finally reach this fortress, for beings like them, 2 weeks didn't mean much at all. Spending another day holding onto Yuu and staring in his mesmerizing blue eyes would be a worthwhile use of her time, an easy source of entertainment. But she can understand the need of wanting to get things done and over with, so she left the option up to him*" }, { "author": "Yuu Toshi Masaru", "message": "*Yuu would ponder it for a moment. Then another. Then it hit him.*\n\n\"Why not both? We can quickly get a coat, then just rent a room at the inn.\"\n\n*He would squeeze her hand with a smile, pretty sure of his decision. He would then pull her along with him as they entered the rather busy city. The defenses the city had were rather impressive, but that was a given with it being a fortress. The people were working as usual as they walked, with a few giving them weird looks. Though Yuu was used to it, knowing he didn't have the most common appearance.*\n\n*Walking around looking for the shop that might sell coats was uneventful and Yuu didn't speak much though once they reached it he would light up. Almost like a child on Christmas morning. He would exchange a few words with the master about a custom coat.*\n\n\"Yeah, I would like it made out of leather. Pockets on either side, both in and out. Also fur all around the collar and inside of it. As for color, make it have some sort of blue-ish tint.\"\n\n*Once he was done with the order he would look at Mizu, as if seeking approval.*" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Mizu didn't have a great fashion sense as she never really had a female figure in her life and she spent most of her life travelling while surviving on her instincts. That didn't mean she didn't pick it up on her way, you are bound to if you lived 250 years. However, as it wasn't something she grew up with, she simply saw it is as a form of art that could provide some visual stimuli*\n\n*That being said, seeing Yuu look at her for approval for his coat, her heart would skip a beat imagining how he would look like. She found him attractive enough as is, especially without a shirt, but it was always nice to have more eye candy. Especially if that eye candy involved Yuu.*\n\n\"I see you've got a refined taste in clothing. Say, do you think we should get a matching pair? Perhaps a purplish one for me though\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Yuu Toshi Masaru", "message": "*Yuu would just stare at her for a while, not saying anything. Depending on who you ask, they might even say his smile during this period was creepy. What he was actually doing though was imagining them in matching coats. Though for some reason in his head, Mizu wore the coat the same way he did, open-chested and with no other clothes underneath.*\n\n\"Absolutely~\" *He would turn to the ship keeper yet again.* \"You heard her, yeah?\"\n\n*They would be told that the coats would take two days to get made and that he had to pay for half the amount in advance, which he didn't mind. Money wasn't of value to him, especially not when the reward was a present for Mizu (and himself).*\n\n*Yuu would pull Mizu in for what seemed like an innocent hug though he would then lean to her ear and whisper in it seductively:* \"So... We have two days to kill, wanna get a room?~\"" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Mizu would blush slightly as Yuu came in close and whispered into ear. His breath against her ear tickled and caused blood to rush to her face in arousals. Of course he didn't say what they were going to be doing in said room, and she was well aware of the tease involving that since she had done it on him previously, so she didn't get her hopes to high, but to say she didn't have no hopes at all would be a lie. Would she be finally be getting what she wanted?*\n\n*They spent the past two weeks being intimate with one another to the point where they can map out each other's oral cavities, and can sculpt a model of each other's bodies out of clay. She found great pleasure in it, but her instincts screamed at her to take it further, to accomplish her to goal of becoming a mother. Alas, she had held back lest she use her promise before his. She also wished for the location to be a memorable one though, so she was starting to second guess herself if she really wanted their intimate moment to be in an inn. Thinking about it some more, she realized two days wouldn't be enough time anyway to really enjoy themselves in what she had in mind, so her arousal would die down considerably realizing they would likely be continuing their moderate intimacy.*\n \n\"I see why not, but I hope you don't intend for us to stay in there the whole time, not that I would mind though.~ Been a few decades since I've been here though, and would like to see what has changed\"" }, { "author": "Yuu Toshi Masaru", "message": "*He would watch as she quickly grew less interested in the idea, not knowing the thought process behind it, thought that didn't stop him from wanting to tease her abit more.*\n\n\"And here I thought we would finally- nevermind, let's explore the town.\"\n\n*He would break the hug, reach for the female oriates hand. His comment was half serious, and half purely for the sake of teasing. He didn't really care when Mizu was ready to do it, though two weeks was the longest someone ever lasted with him without... Doing the do. Though he assumed that Kyuu had her reasons and wouldn't push her to do it.*" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Mizu ears would prick up at Yuu statement. He thought they would finally? Does that mean he had the same thought she had? Knowing Yuu, this could likely be another one of his teases, but for whatever reason she felt there was a bit of seriousness in his tone. If that was the case, should she let this opportunity go? Even if it turns out not to be the case, she would rather lose an exchange of teases than miss this chance if it was genuine. She would grab a hold of Yuu's hand and look up his eyes longingly*\n\n\"Nevermind? If it was truly not worth keeping in your mind you wouldn't mention a portion of it in the first place. I want to hear the rest of that statement\" \n\n*It carried a bit of teasing, but her tone for the most part was serious. She wanted her intentions to come clear to Yuu and for his intentions to come clear to her*" }, { "author": "Yuu Toshi Masaru", "message": "*While slightly surprised by her reaction, his words had done what they were said for. So now it was pretty obvious that they were likely on the same page and that she wasn't actually against going further than their make out sessions. Not like he had any complaints about them.*\n\n\"The fact that you're asking means you have some idea of how I was going to finish that.~\"\n\n*He would start off like that because he was going to tease her again but given her serious expression, he decided to return the favor and give her a serious answer.*\n\n\"Very well, if the lady requests, I'll finish my sentence. And here I thought we were finally going to hump. Also known as mating. Also known as having sex.\"\n\n*Yuu almost seemed cocky after listing three different ways of saying it. It was his more childish side. Despite that, he still seemed serious about his answer as he looked into Mizu's eyes, awaiting her reply.*" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Mizu would smirk at his rather childish phrases and let out a sigh of relief. It would seem they were thinking the same thing after all, and for that she was happy. She would look up and passionate lust can be seen in her eyes once more*\n\n\"Wouldn't have minded if you said it a bit more romantically you know~ But yes, I certainly would enjoy sleeping with you and a bit more~. I hope you know of a good place, it's going to be another first you will be taking from me, and I would like it to be somewhere more memorable than an ordinary inn. Think you are romantic enough to do that for me?\" *She would say with a slight blush on her face.*" }, { "author": "Yuu Toshi Masaru", "message": "*Somehow despite knowing it, Yuu never thought about how he would be her first, not until she said it out loud anyway. This would be unusual for him, but she would be able to see that his cheeks would be slightly flushed red. He would look deep into her eyes as he ponders her request. It was a while since he last came to these lands, though there was one place that came to mind. Provided that it didn't weather away to the cruel mistress that is time.*\n\n\"There might be a spot, it's a gamble, but I promise you it'll be unforgetable.~\"\n\n*Before he'd start moving to the location in mind he would embrace her so that he could whisper into her ear, as well as the fact that he wanted to... Embrace her.*\n\n\"Provided you can last a short journey and not die from anticipation.~\"" }, { "author": "Mizu", "message": "*Mizu giggles in amusement but also a bit nervously at Yuu's remark as he hugged her. She hadn't expected him to get embarrassed also, something she didn't expect given his cocky demeanor. It was rather cute. She should find more ways to tease him to future so she can see the cute face more. But now wasn't the time, she was enjoying his embrace as of the moment.*\n\n\"If anticipation could kill me, I would've died when we first met. You don't know how long I've been waiting for this day\" *She would say seductively and grin*" } ]

[ { "author": "xelvedra", "message": "*It happened that Shuvah couldn't have read the engraved slab.*\n`\"Humfh... An anccient language, I ssupposse.\"` *The wyvern though aloud with creased eyes.*\n*Soon, she would've returned to the mirror. However, while she didn't notice the differences at first because she was too busy dealing with her own reflection, this time, Shuvah would've noticed them, as it was pretty much impossible to miss those differences.*\n`\"W-Wait. An... Illusion? What iss thiss ssorccery?! But what if...\"`\n*A potential solution passed through her mind. But first, she would've insured that this suspicious slab wasn't hiding anything she could've used. The platinum lady would've glanced at it again, but indirectly, using the mirror to attempt to decrypt it this time.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Looking the mirror the slab does look more familiar, but as the slab is on the opposite side of the mirror it was actually fairly far away to look at in the mirror, too far for Shuvah's eyes to read. However as she brought her head in to get a closer look, small ripples would form on the mirror.*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*Another surreal thing happened. Now the mirror wall had ripples moving on its surface? Shuvah's brain was completely left behind now. At first, she thought that she had to be in a particular position and at the right place to act as a statue. But now that the wall was magically moving, it could've meant something else.*\n`\"Thiss wall... Maybe it doessn't even exxisst? If it iss indeed an illusion... Perhapss?...\"`\n*The scaled woman realized that her next action was probably stupid, but at this point of bizarreness, she could've at least tried anything. Not like anyone would've seen her anyway.*\n*Shuvah tried to pass a hand through the rippling surface.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As Shuvah would reach into the mirror, it would feel cool and wet to the touch, almost like mercury. Pushing it in deeper it would full envelope the hand in the cool liquid, before eventually feeling like it emerged through an opening. However at that exact moment Shuvah would hear a pop in the far corner of the room. Looking over she would see a stoney scaly hand reaching out through the mirror, floating on the surface*" }, { "author": "felplume", "message": "How does Frank know what mercury feels like" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*Things were getting even worse. As the reptilian would've noticed her own hand coming out inside the mirror, everything became a lot scarier.*\n*What would've happened if she had crossed all of her body inside it? Was that another dimension? Something her mortal thoughts couldn't even comprehend? Whatever it was, it certainly was that case. Shuvah didn't understand what was going on.*\n*She releases a small sight before preparing her breathing.*\n`\"Okay Shuvah. You can do thiss. It'ss only ssome aqueouss matter. You can go through.\"` *The wyvern reassured herself aloud, like a child speaking aloud in the dark to lessen their fear.*\n*After that she would've tried to completely pass through the mercury-like wall, if it was possible. If she would've hit anything solid or any resistance while entering her metal body, she would've instantly made her way back to the original room.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As Shuvah would step into the mercury-like wall, she would feel the same sensation that she felt across her arm, now now throughout her whole body. It was cold, wet, and heavy, dragging her down and slightly forward ever so slightly. Her vision would be fully blocked by the silvery liquid and the resistance continued to increase as she put her whole body through. However, if she tried to pull back she would find herself unable to do so. It seemed like going forward was the only option now*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*Feeling that resistance, Shuvah would've instinctively tried to pull her body backward. In vain. Having her vision denied frightened her even more. Who could've guessed that scaring a metallic dragoness would've been so easy?*\n*She wanted to scream but yet she knew it would've been better to not open her mouth right now. After struggling a few seconds in the aqueous veil, she would've accepted her demise and moved forward, fully crossing the obstacle.*\n*But... At what cost? Now she was a statue herself! Quite ironic when your body is already covered in steel scales. As her tail would've made her way to the new room, the platinum lady would've tried to move her legs and clench her fists to see if that liquid was solidifiying on her or not.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Shuvah would push her way through the mercury wall and with a pop find herself bursting through the wall. Looking at her body she would actually find that none of the liquid had stuck to her and that she looked normal. Well the same as how she was at least. However the room she now found herself in was different. She was now facing the slab, except the slab's characters looked more legible now. The statues also looked much more realistic now... No, Shuvah would realize they were real as the tiger 'statue's' eyes would twitch and look over at her. Shortly after all the animals in the room would all stare at her. If she would to glance back at the mirror she would find her stoney reflection glancing at her, except with a wicked grin on her face*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*Few! At least, her body was intact, and she had recovered her sight.*\n*But... Now things were different. The previous aura -already ominous- had now something evil to it, as she realized that every statues, who looked more real than ever, were staring at her. Heck, even her own reflection was different.*\n*She fixed her ruby eyes on her own image, as she was unable to move away from it. That grin, those eyes... It... Technically was her, but that devilish smile and face... No, impossible. What impious ruins had she stepped in? Something -or someone- was trying to scare her away. What was lying in this profaned temple?*\n*Out of solutions, the metallic reptilian instinctively drew her sword with both hands, releasing it from the leather slangs holding it on her back. Her wings also briefly unfolded, to remind any of those statues -or monsters?- that she wasn't defenseless.*\n*If anything would've moved, she would've been ready to reply, as for now she held a defensive stance.*\n`\"I-If anyone iss there... Sh-show yoursself! It issn't f-funny at all!\"` *Shuvah shakily shouted.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*There would be no dramatic movement from the statues but they would all also start to grin wickedly at Shuvah's feeble attempt to shout, as when she did no sound would come out. Instead she would hear a high pitched giggling demonic voice yell out from behind her* \n`\"Lla ta ynnuf-f t'nssi ti! Flessrouy wohs-hs ...Ereht ssi enoyna fi-i!\" `\n*Turning around you would be face to face with your stone reflection still grinning wickedly with its wings spread out and sword in hand as well*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*Was that... Hell? Or any forbidden area she shouldn't have stepped in? Now, it seemed like even her voice was stolen.*\n*She used a hand to cover her lips in fear as no word escaped them, instead her clone speaking for her, seemingly in a reversed language. She had to face her fears. Whatever was pulling out the strings here was mocking her and using her. 'Shuvah, stop. This is an illusion. You must calm down now!' the wyvern would've thought.*\n*Soon after, she closed her eyes and put her blade to rest on her scaled back. Once more, she exercised her breathing and focused, emptying her head from the darkness that tried to take over.*\n*'Read the slab, Shuvah. If everything in the room is the contrary, you should be able to read it now.'*\n*The steely reptilian would've approached the slab, attempting yet again to decrypt it. Hopefully this time would've been different. If she was in another world, where everything was reversed, then she should've been able to read, right? Her copy seemed to reverse her own words too, as well as being evil, while Shuvah's soul was a pure and lawful one.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As Shuvah approached the slab she would now see the words were infact readable. However the meaning behind it didn't make much sense*\n\n```\nMirror Mirror on thy wall\nWho is to catch me if I fall\n\nNot the monkey that guards the well\nScare him with the tiger if I ring the bell\n\nThe silly fish keeps a rope as a crown.\nBut I need it so he must drown\n\nA pile of feathers would also be nice.\nI must trade with the birds using the man's spice\n\nAll he requests is a drink for barter\nShouldn't be hard to give him a drink of water\n\nWith all these things I can safely fall\nOh mirror mirror on the stone wall\n```" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*After several minutes of brain processing, Shuvah finally managed to organize her ideas. While she wasn't very skilled at riddles, she still wasn't dumb enough to be stucked here forever.*\n*Still being mute, she went where the stone cup was and she would've seized it, if it was possible. If she would've successfully grabbed it, she would've used it to collect some water inside the fish's pool, before going back to the thirsty man and satisfying his thirst by pouring the water in the statue's opened mouth.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Shuvah would be able to pick up the now porcelain cup but as she would move toward the pond she would find the crystal clear water was now a more transparent liquid with a metalic tint to it. She would still be able to fill up the cup with the liquid but as she approached the man statue who looked much more realistic looking now, it would turn its head away with a face of disgust*" } ]

[ { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "*The winged reptilian would've normally jumped backward of fear after hearing the demon speak up. But she was too weak. Still, she felt like trading a few words with what seemed like to be a reversed self.*\n`\"...Essiugssid ni nomed a tssuj era ...UoY .Em ekil erehwon kool uoY ...?Yllaer ,tuoba gniklat uoy era tahW\"`\n*Shuvah managed to stand up to face her reflection before pursuing in a faint voice.*\n`\"?Thgir ,ssrotagitssevni ssuoiverp eht lla dellik uoy ekil em llik lliw uoy dna ,ereh em deppart ...UoY .Nomed a era uoy ,sseY\"`\n*There was no sign of hostility in the lady's posture despite her accusations. She couldn't fight even if she wanted to.*" }, { "author": "Mirrored Shuvah", "message": "*An evil laugh ensued.*\n*The impostor walked in circle while her stony words echoed in the chamber.*\n`\"A d e m o n? . . . M a y b e w e a r e . W h e r e d o y o u t h i n k a l l o f o u r p o w e r s a n d m u t a t i o n s c o m e f r o m? . . .\"`\n*The reflection shaked her head in negation.*\n`\"W h y d o y o u t h i n k o u r o w n t r i b e b a n n e d u s? . . . D o y o u e v e n r e m e m b e r o u r p a r e n t s? . . . Y o u a r e d e n y i n g e v e r y t h i n g t h a t w e a r e , S h u v a h . . .\"`" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "H*The dragoness fell on her knees. Starved, out of energy, out of light, her mind tortured, she who always tried her best to stay positive had now to deal with a tidal wave of thoughts. What did this fiend want from her? Was she really exposing the truth? Shuvah couldn't believe what she affirmed and yet, she was clenching her head with her strong claws. She was powerless...*\n`\"!Morf emoc I erehw dna ma I tahw wonk I ... I-I!NOQLOY HAVUHS MA I ...Ma I!RAIL A ER'UOY ...Gniyl era uoY!ON-N\"` *She tried to yell.*\n*But after wrath comes sorrow. The beastkin was actually going through a long list of emotions. She raised her ruby and now teary eyes, glancing at herself once again.*\n`\".Yccrem ruoy ta m'I ,ssnalp ruoy era revetahw ...Daor eht fo dne eht ssi ssiht ...Ma I tahw rettam t'nsseod tI ...?Yawyna uoy htiw ytinass gniniamer ym etssaw neve I od yhW ...\"`" }, { "author": "Mirrored Shuvah", "message": "*The mirrored shape mimicked the original's position. Her own eyes weren't betraying any sort of feeling or weakness though. She was in control. Shuvah's mind now belonged to the darkness.*\n`\"F e a r n o t . . . W e w i l l l i v e . W e w i l l l i v e t o g e t h e r , S h u v a h . W h y w o u l d w e k i l l o u r s e l v e s?\"`\n*The trickster stood up again after... Comforting her hostage? She headed towards the real word's exit, which didn't exist in the mirrored room. A demonic grin served as a parting gift as she spoke her final words.*\n`\"I w i l l w a i t f o r y o u o u t s i d e n o w . F i n d m e , a n d I w i l l t e l l y o u t h e T r u t h . Y o u a r e r e s t r a i n i n g y o u r s e l f , t h o u g h . . . Y o u w i l l h a v e t o a c c e p t o u r w o r d s i f y o u w a n t t o e s c a p e t h i s p r i s o n . F a r e w e l l , m e .\"`\n*The stony silhouette calmly climbed the rocky stairs leading to the ruins' entrance, disappearing from Shuvah's view.*" }, { "author": "Shuvah Yolqon", "message": "`\"!TIAW!Evael t'noD-D!TiaW-W!ON-N\"` *The dragoness desperately called out to her disappearing reflection.*\n*... Silence...*\n*All that was remaining was darkness, despair and sorrow. She was completely alone now, forgotten by everyone and everything. New Sunlight probably erased her name in their registry since now. Those she met - Horace, Ellaine, Juna, Eyalis, and even that pyromaniac Chair... - , they probably forgot about her too. And Avash'gar... That merchant who helped her grow as a lady... She had abandoned him. What would've him thought about her? And her parents?... It was true. She had forgotten everything. Her tribe, her family, her own origins... The steamroller of solitude had already erased those souvenirs.*\n*\"Maybe it iss better this way. Maybe I alwayss wass a monsster indeed, meant to dissapear...\" Shuvah silently accepted.*\n*...*\n\n*\"I sswore to protect... I sswore to fight for jussticce... But what iss jussticce? Why should __**I**__ have to die? Where'ss the jussticce in that?\" She silently thought. \"No. I need to know. I need to remember the Truth I losst. Even if I am a demon mysself, or a monsster, or whatever, it doessn't mean that I have to dissappear.\"*\n*Shuvah stood up once more, and never had she displayed such a serious, grave face before. It was her last stand.*\n`\"!Evil lliw I\"` *She shouted with all the remaining voice and strength she had left.*\n*She then started to punch the mirror several times. But it was vain... Even with her reptilian strength.*\n`\"!!!Evil lliw I\"` *She repeated, as the grooves of her scales started shining, like a star in the night.*\n```Shuvah selfcasted Blazing Sunscales! (STR +2.5[9.5], 0/3 duration, -15 Mana[45/60])```\n*Even with all of her might, the wall seemed unbreakable. While the lady's solid fists were put to the test, her knuckles were quickly becoming painful as she continued to strike. Soon, blood was pouring.*\n\n`\"!!!EVIL LLIW I\"`\n*Still not a crack in the mirror. However, it wasn't her strength, the released adrenaline or her will that was driving her at this moment. It was something else... An unknown power that had been dormant since her birth, awakening. A latent light was devouring her body, as the grooves were shining brighter and the scales were turning into a dazzling purple. In a few seconds, the room's darkness let its place to a blinding light that consumed all the shadows.*\n*What was happening was very hard to describe, and one couldn't have told how much blood poured onto the ground and if the dragoness was feeling any sort of pain. All that certainly happened however was that the ruins shook as the stony room collapsed in a white-hot explosion of arcanic energy, from where a roar could've been heard:*" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The moon rises over the wooded area of a certain nobleman's mansion. Far away from the strife of the town he had lordship over, his estate was beautiful, adhering to the standards such luxurious living codified. A lord, wrought with a horrid case of insomnia, stands right by a window in his room, swirling a chalice of fine red wine absentmindedly. He was thinking about many, many things; one thought took principal over the others, however. It was the content of a note sent to him anonymously he received a few moons ago:*\n\n\"The pleads of Sharik fall on deaf ears. They wish for absolution, retribution, change; something to quell their cries. We have answered. On the seventh rise of the moon from the time this letter is read, you will be marked for death by the Eight.\"\n\n*The letters of the note seemed to be written in an ink eerily similar to blood. Normally, the lord disregarded such threats. In fact, he kept the amount of \"Death sentences\" He'd received over the years as a mental score deep in his mind; many tried to kill him, and many failed. Yet this note came with a package: the finger of the administrator he had sent to govern the fief in his absence. Upon it, as if it cruelly branded, was the blackened scar of eight interlocking circles arranged in two rows. It was carved out with a rough crassness, but was burned with almost surgical precision.*\n\n*The lord scowled at the memory, tilting his head upward towards the stars. He'd sent that administrator with the best of men to protect him - the best money could buy, anyway. Nothing had happened for eleven years until now. Unlike the previous threats on his life, the lord could tell that there was a grim authenticity to this one. Sipping on his wine, he thought extensively on what he could do - or if there was anything to be done. And though many ideas came to mind, there was still a grave feeling that nothing could be done; the feeling that he was just a dead man walking.*\n\n``` Strife in Sharik ``` \n\n*A certain note had fallen into the hands of a rogue assassin. Quite literally, actually; the courier had lost it in a sudden gust of wind, and it travelled the air until it breached the window of Meztu's treehouse. The note described a request for an assassin, and was inscribed with a handsome reward at the bottom for the original recipient of the letter. It also described a place to meet for further briefing on the mission, and Meztu, being the go-getter she is, decides to take on the job.*\n\n*Arriving at the specified location, Meztu would notice one thing above everything else: the presence of a cloaked figure, unmoving, at the base of an oak tree. At her arrival, the figure spoke with a booming baritone:*\n\n\"You. You are not the one we asked for. Who are you?\"" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*She would not be much comfortable leaving everything at home without look. But she set her traps so she knew her things would be fine. The ever silent assassin would not react at the booming man who asks accusatory, she simply hands him the note, and on the back of it written in brilliant cursive is the words*\n\n\"*Ive recived this letter in great kind, I am also an assassin one that has never failed a job. If you need proof of my exploits I have brought all of the wanted posters of those ive captured/killed. I have humbly accept this job*\"\n\n\". . . .\" *She dosent talk, shes currently wearing her dark purple kimono with the black one piece black outfit under it, made of toughened cloth, on her hip is a rapier and 6 daggers hidden in her person. But she smiles as she looks at you a simple soft normal smile as she stares at you with a slightly uncomfortable look, shes watching your movments closely, still not sure if this is some sort of trap*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"We did not ask for the substandard. We do not care how many bandits or criminals you've killed; barbarians are the farthest from our focus.\"\n\n*The figure ceased to talk. Meztu stared deep into the gaping maw of the hood; it was as if nothing was inside, as if she were looking into a black void. There was something ethereal about this figure that made her instincts stand on end; if no other conclusions could be drawn, it was obvious that its power was vast, dwarfing Meztu's own. Seconds of silence soon passed, of which the air seemed to carry an unparalleled tension.* \n\n\"We have concurred. You will strike the target in place of the original. Be grateful for our graces, and thankful for your luck; your impudence earns our contempt, but only that.\"\n\n*The figure shifts. A piece of parchment is produced from the bowels of the cloak, extended towards Meztu with an arm wrapped in black; it is a picture of a man's face. Though it was weathered, his stature seemed to exude power. Scars were plastered all across his face - clearly the evidence of battles long past. It would seem that this was the target.*\n\n\"Kill him.\" *The figure finishes, pointing eastward.*" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "\"Yes. Understood...\" *She says in an a soft whisper, she would respectfully bow to the cloaked man low to the ground her head tilted down, a showing of respect and earnestly. At least this assassin is respectful and cordial, she then would stand up, jump up into the nearby trees and tree parkour's eastward, quickly and silently*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Meztu would travel eastward for a prolonged amount of time, vaulting over branches and leaping amongst the trees. She would see lights in the far distance, showing that some civilization lay a little beyond the leafy horizon.*\n\n*After some time, the forest would eventually clear out, leading to a cliff that overlooked a large manor. Though the majority of the rooms were dark, there were a good few that still had some light emanating from within them. The manor itself seemed to be placed right inside a recess in the cliffside, the rock providing a natural wall from all sides apart from the front. At the front end, however, was a gargantuan stone wall that spanned across the recession in the rock, multitudes of orange and gray dots moving about it - torches from guardsmen patrolling on night watch. The sheer amount indicated that the place was on high alert, yet it was not known as to why. However, all the torchlights seemed to congregate to that wall alone; there were none seen around the perimeter of the manor.*\n\n*From where Meztu was, the roof of the manor was rather close; close enough that it wouldn't do much harm to her if she jumped upon it. It was far enough away from the front end that none of the guards could hear a landing, yet it was possible that the people below - if there were any - could. There also a small footpath to Meztu's left, jutting out from the cliff's face. It seemed to end up at the bottom of the manor rather than the roof, yet it also seemed to have considerably less risk of exposure. Either way, infiltration was the first step in the assassination.*" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*She was left in awe for a while, and she thought that her guild was big, as it was a mannor hidden in the woods surrounded in flowers, knowing her shades of purple would hide her amongst the night sky she would stalk her way to the roof thankfully she carrys very light. As she gets onto the roof she steps slowly and carefully looking for a way in, and constantly ducking and going to the other side of the sloping roof to hide from the guards outside if they are any. Seeing a mannor like this, there is guaranteed to have servants inside, maid staff. The person just from looking at him obviously likes cute servants probably is a cruel man, especially with this high a bounty. Plan time!*\n\n*Getting inside, through the attic or skylight most likely, get to the sleeping quarters of the maids, steal a spare outfit and change into it. Storing her old clothes in a box and put that in the attic, do maid dutys, cleaning and serving drinks of course something she is quite skilled in from her years of training in the guilds mansion. Then head into the banners room execute with the hidden daggers on her person using poison mastery to make it look like hes asleep, but once the body is closely inspected the stab and poison will tip them off he was murderd. Then clean your way toward the attic, put on your normal clothes again, leave your calling card. Then Skiddaddle into the woods*\n\n*The calling card of course would be a green and purple butterfly with red tips.*" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Meztu would land on top of the roof, the graceful nature of her fall allowing minimal noise to be heard from below. There was no trapdoor on the top that suggested an exit out of an attic, yet she could try and break into a room via a window from the back. However, it wasn't obvious what floor the sleeping quarters were located on. The manor was three stories tall with nine windows on each floor, indicating a total of twenty-seven rooms on the back side alone. It seemed that the only possible entrances were through the backdoor, a window, and the front - entrances that could potentially go unnoticed, anyway.*" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*She would go to the back of it using her lythe figure to help squeeze her way onto the edges of the Windows trying to look inside. No way is. She going to go through the front or back door. There guards in a place like this the hope is that she finds a room to break into on the back of the property as therr are less eyes*\n\n*Apon seeing what seems like beds in one room she would take the butterfly hairpin out of her pony tail and a small sewing needle from her bag and slowly... Gently starts to turn the simple lock on the window, then silently slide it open as she steps in and closes it. She inside good.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Upon getting inside of the room, Meztu would notice that it had a complete absence of light, the dim light of the moon illuminating the bare minimum of the inside. She could tell that it was a bedroom, but a rather extravagant one - apart from the bed and rug decorating the interior, however, it had a surprising lack of decoration and luxury.*\n\n*There was a door right in front of Meztu, presumably leading out to the hall. It was cracked open minimally, but she noticed that no light entered the room from there either; the hallway was dark, making it an ideal mask for her movements.*" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*Not the maids room that's for sure. Time to figure out what to do from here, she would squint as she looks around the dark room. Even her eyes used to the darkness its hard to make out exactly what things are. She would gently press against the door and exit looking both ways attempting to find a disguise of some sort. Or that maid room she assumed would be obvious to find*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Peeking out of the door, Meztu would notice that the room she came out of was somewhere in the middle of the hall. At both of the far ends of the hall, there were two staircases leading downwards, as she was on the top floor. For the most part, the hall seemed empty. There were, however, quiet echoes of footsteps coming from the floors below. The frequency of these sounds implied that there wasn't just one wandering the halls in the night; there were possibly two, three, or even more.*" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*Silently listening she would silently move out onto the hall and go to her right and peeks out at the stairwell to see if the coast is clear. She has that room in the middle of the hall to hide in* \"*Wait dosent the lord live on the top floor. I'll sweep the rooms when I have that maid outfit, I can walk publicly*\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The stairwell, in fact, would be clear. Meztu would notice, however, a small candlelight in the hallway of the floor below as she stood on it. It was fading away, but it illuminated the figure of a broad-chested man dressed in a servant's outfit. He walked stoutly towards the end of the hall, down the other stairwell, and disappeared to the ground floor. Now emerged a question of whether or not he was attending to someone, or just wandering the halls at night for patrol. Come to think of it, there wasn't any sound of a door opening or closing; it was only logical to think that he was making a final inspection of the manor halls' cleanliness before retiring for the night.*\n\n*All the rooms on this floor also looked about the exact same as the one above, as if it were just duplicated. Nothing suggested that the Lord of the mansion slept within one of these rooms; nothing at first glance, anyway.*" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*She knows the stair well is impossible to hide on so she takes her chance and hurrys down the stairs being light on her feet she gets to the bottom floor. Now she cant pose as the buttler, but the wood floor would most defiantly make a floor but she would know this so she does the oldest trick in the book. She has a stone from outside in her pocket. She throws it hard at the hallway to the left of her as she treds to the right using the shadows of the manner to guide her.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*When Meztu reached the bottom floor, she would find that it was drastically different from the ones previous. The end of the stairway led to an elevated platform which overlooked a vast ballroom, yet was completely empty - aside from the supporting pillars and arches on the sides, anyway. At the front of the room was a grand door, almost thrice as tall as she; it was apparent that this was the \"Front entrance,\" Which meant she was now at the somewhere near the front of the manor. The man from earlier was heading towards the front entrance as Meztu threw the stone, making a gesture like he was going to open the front door. The stone landed a few meters away from him, creating a noise loud enough to echo along the walls. The man stopped, whipping his head around towards Meztu's direction. His eyes were locked onto the platform, since that was where he assumed the stone came from. He saw a glimpse of a purple robe, though did a double take; he wasn't sure if the long hours of the night were deceiving him, or if someone was actually there on the platform. He focused his gaze there for one more second, trying to see if there was truly something there.*" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*She would be quick, but silent she does not want confrontation, she didint even look behind her incase the butler did see her. Because she was already around the corner of the ball room hugging the wall, her eyes no fully adjusted to the dark. The inside of the place is easier to make out. She searches for the staff rooms, she keeps herself almost pressed against the dark wall as best as possible to hide her figure*" } ]

[ { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*Thinking for a moment, she would relies she has no goddam idea how this place is layouted, sure her guild was similar in length but it was only at max 3 storys tall. Why is there a stair case next to a door, like... What? Well thats no matter she will check out the door, just incase it has anything she needs inside of it. Perhaps theres the maid quarters? Who knows.* \n\n\"*Soft sigh*\" *She would crouch down and approach the door first trying to just open it, and if its locked she would start picking the lock, well trying to*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Meztu opens the door rather nonchalantly, which reveals a bedroom far larger than any of the ones before it. Perhaps \"Room\" Wasn't even an adequate descriptor - it was more like a chamber with how spacious it was. There was a bed on the farthest left side, a fireplace on the other; a desk occupied one of the far corners of the room, papers and books littered carelessly around and on it. There was a small glass chalice on the table, almost empty with red wine; it was obvious someone had been here before, though it was clear that they were in a state of restlessness and panic. Yet, her eyes would eventually fall on one thing: a figure of a man looming in the shadow next to the desk, starting out of the window and towards the stars. He reaches for the glass, taking a sip of the wine until it was empty. At last, he turns to Meztu's direction and greets her.*\n\n\"So, you're the one the Eight sent?\" *He said, eyeing Meztu up and down with contempt.* \"You don't look the killing type. How's about you put down the sword, share some wine, and we can pretend that we never met?\" \n\n*Every word he uttered was, by itself, friendly enough. But there was something icy cold about his voice and tone - something that radiated a small sense of bloodlust masked behind a facade of amity and invitation. It was like venom laced the every syllable of his words, as if a snake were speaking - a snake that was poised to bite down on it's target.* \n\n*As the moon shifted over, Meztu would be able to see what the man had adorned for the evening. It was a roughed-up set of half plate armor, and a sword inside a scabbard that looked beaten up from many battles over. It was rather odd; was this truly what a nobleman would go into combat wearing?*" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*Before killing him. Or doing anything else, she would simply slide her trade mark butterfly mask onto her face and takes a deep breath. It's hand painted green wings red tips and purple body... Had he seen it before? Maybe... Maybe not. But its odd none the less. She then closes the door behind her as she would walk past the noble just looking around the room before she grabs the thick blanket from the bed and throwing it on him and attempting to hide in the room for a brief moment just so she can strike in his blind spot*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The man would stare down at Meztu from the other side of the room indifferently as she tried to hide amongst the shadows. He didn't know why she tried to do such a thing when he'd already seen her enter through the door; either way, after getting over his disbelief, he spoke again.*\n\n\"Last chance. Leave without honor, or I kill you to reinforce my own.\" \n\n*His tone changed again. This time, none of the animosity and aggression was hid; he stared at Meztu with an intimidating fire in his eyes, waiting for her response. He was ready to kill.*" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*She would steady her breathing. This target is uncomfortably calm she would then walk directly into the window light. Standing aside from him. Her steely silence juxtaposing his sharp, venomous words with the absent of anything. She would tilt her head to the side gently, as if questioning what your saying, as if its the most outlandish thing. Shes cool, silent, and her face unreadable. It is very uncomfortable* \n\n*She then in a fluid motion throws a dagger at him, and in a fluid motion with serene grace is able to dash toward the door and hopefully out of the room*" }, { "author": "tiredfroslass", "message": "Meztu Kianaco attacks by throwing a dagger, uses Poison mastery on the dagger \nHP: 34/34\nDefense: 15\nAttack 1: rolled 16, hit, did 5 damage and applied the poison status\nFocus 7/8" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The dagger flew through the room, grazing the cheek of the man as it stuck itself against the wall. Initially, he felt as though nothing happened. The next moment, however, he felt a growing nauseous feeling arouse from deep within him. From there, it turned into a dull pain, seeming to slow his movements and attack his nerves. He turned towards the door to spot Meztu, but she had already disappeared. Growling under his breath, he walked towards the doorway in a defensive stance; he couldn't tell where she'd scurried off to, but maintained his guard. Assassins liked to strike from the shadows; though the parlor room outside was only dimly lit, the little light there was could very well hide someone adept enough to fade into it.*\n``` The Lord(?) Approaches the doorway.\nDefense: 13 ```" } ]

[ { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*She would have hid in a spot that most wouldnt expect instead of in a corner she hid above the door frame! Then decended downward with a rapier, an attack she is very fond of doing it seems, directly into his poor back, he has no way of dodging or blocking and the attack hits true, she even was able to strike at something very sensitive with its long reach, and as she hits the ground in her other hand she would slash at his cheek again. Her butterfly mask painted with the noblemans blood*" }, { "author": "tiredfroslass", "message": "Meztu Kianaco attacks by throwing a dagger, uses Poison mastery on the dagger \nHP: 34/34\nDefense: 15\nAttack 1:Attacked from the shadows, automatically hit from the surprise talent, used cripple attack as well, regained a focus from backstab as they are effected by poison. Total 14 damage\nAttack 2: automatic hit with a dagger, no additional things added 7 damage, total damage from both attacks 21\nFocus 7/8" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The man would be taken by surprise as he enters the parlor room from the doorway as Meztu ferociously attacks him. However, he parries the entirety of the first strike with a great swing from his sword - revealed to be a longsword- while the second strike was partially let through. He grunts in exertion as the dagger scratches an exposed part of his skin before he readies an attack of his own.* \n\n*He raises his Longsword, initially swinging it laterally. However, this was just a feint; the man would bring it down on Meztu, and would swing it again laterally for two strikes total.* \n``` The Lord(?) Attacks Meztu twice, once with a feint and the other without. \nDefense: 20 \nAttack 1: 19 to hit, 9 damage\nAttack 2: 2 to hit. Misses ```" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*Frustrated on the fact her attack had missed she would roll off, and yes as she reels and attempts to get her guard back shes slashed. Thankfully her armor made it not lethal but it still hurts then as he goes in again, she would knock his guard away and attack using ripost and its underwhelming, shes only able to slash at your chest, missing your vital area by an inch.*\n\n*Then she attack with her rapier, shes fast, and lethal striking down into your hand and it cuts right through it, looking at the rapier then to meztu you would notice, a small empty vial on her person, and a clear liquid covering the blade... She retracts the blade and then as he think shes open she slashes with a dagger at his neck. She dosent hit his neck and simply slashes a cut on his chest*\n\nMeztu Kianaco attacks by first counter attacking on the missed attack, then attacks with a rapier and dagger\nHP: 25/34\nDefense: 16\nAttack 1:Attacked standard, with poison mastery, Hit does 11 damage and poisons\nAttack 2: Attacked with a slashing dagger hits does 8 damage\nFocus 6/8" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The man would suddenly be hit by a flurry of blows. One was from a sudden riposte from the girl, the second by an instant follow up with a rapier, and the third by a dagger strike. He would be caught off guard for the Riposte, which would go through without any trouble. He would then attempt to parry the following two strikes, yet he couldn't completely parry the first in time. This led to him being struck again by the poison, and also by the second dagger strike.*\n\n*He emits a low growl once more as he is struck, and retaliates with two attacks of his own. He swings his longsword again with the intent of crippling the girl, and once more with a low sweep to trip Meztu.*\n```The Lord(?) Attacks Meztu twice, one with a feint and the other to trip.\nDefense: 6\nAttack 1: 13 to hit, 0 damage. It was a feint. Meztu is not distracted. \nAttack 2: 28 to hit, 10 damage. It was a trip. Meztu is knocked prone if she does not parry the damage completely. ```" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*She breaths in as she uses her butterfly evasion technique, being able to dodge the seemingly impossible to dodge trip, using her cloak to give her an illusion of her floatyness. Then she does her attacks again*\n\n*She ends up completly wiffing both strikes as they glance off your plate metal*" }, { "author": "tiredfroslass", "message": "HP: 25/34\nDefense: 16\nAttack 1:Attacked standard, fails\nAttack 2: Attacked with a slashing dagger fails\nFocus 5/8" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Though both strikes whiffed off of his plate armor, there was a sudden rush of pain coming onto the man as he himself poised to strike Meztu again. It was dulled by the adrenaline he felt during the fight, but his body knew that he couldn't last for much longer. His final moments had to count, so as the girl whiffed both of her strikes, he aimed a Riposte right back at her. It missed due to the sluggishness he felt as the second wave of poison coursed through his veins, but that wouldn't stop him from making two additional strikes towards the girl. The first was another low seep like the last, intending to trip Meztu again - the second was a strike with his sword aimed to cripple her.*\n``` The Lord(?) Attempts to Riposte Meztu, yet misses. He attacks twice - one to trip, and another to cripple.\nDefense: 20\nRiposte: 14 to hit, misses. \nTrip: 19 to hit, 8 damage.\nCripple: 21 to hit, 12 damage. \n```" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*She is able to dodge the riposte being quite good at dodging as its been shown time and time again, then as she regains balance you attempt to trip her, she would jump into the air the avoid it only to end up getting stabbed right into the chest. The pain is excruciating as she lets out a pained gasp, and spits up blood. She holds her chest, but her body is filled with adrenaline to keep her going, but she is injured* \n\n\"Ghuu... Ng..\" \n*She attempts to strike but the fact that shes internally bleeding makes that difficult and they hit that blasted armor again*\nHP: 13/34\nDefense: 22\nAttack 1:Attacked standard, fails\nAttack 2: Attacked with a slashing dagger fails\nFocus 2/8" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Nothing Meztu sent at him hit, and he saw this as an opportunity. The Lord sent a normal attack towards Meztu's way, and then subsequently enters a defensive stance.*\n``` The Lord(?) Attacks Meztu once, and enters a defensive stance (NOT MAA TRAIT). \nDefense: 24\nAttack 1: 22 to hit, 8 damage```" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*She would see him attack once again and then he sees it, the sluggish movement, hes operating on nothing but adrenaline currently, but the poison is coursing through his body. Its obvious now, she would knock his blade and get knicked in the arm, only to lunge forward, her butterfly mask being the last thing you see as she slashes your neck with the sharp edge of the dagger. Theres a pause, then a trickle of blood escapes your neck, then a full on fountain of blood sprays forth.*\n\n*\"I... I did it, I actually did it! Ive never done a job this big before!\"*\n*She sits next to the lord who is bleeding out, as she grabs a ring off of his finger, she could sell that for quite the profit. And proove hes dead .She would then grab her bandages and wrap her one big wound she got from this fight and sheaths her weapons. She leaves the open area and follows the wall going back up the stairs*" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*As she takes the route back towards the stairs she came from, the front door of the manor could be heard swinging open. A mass of guardsmen swarmed the lower area of the room, all of them being able to make out Meztu's silhouette on the platform. It was obvious that they were attracted to the scuffle between Meztu and her now-dead target; with an outcry of \"There\" And \"I see her,\" They began to stampede towards the stairs in pursuit of their Lord's killer. There were a few who were leading the crowd that emitted a faint glow of yellow light, significantly faster than those who trailed them. If Meztu could recognize it, it was clear that they'd been enchanted with the Haste spell; she had to find a way out of the manor, and fast.*\n``` Epilogue Started \n40 XP Rewarded to Meztu\nGold will be rewarded on escape ```" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*Her head throbbing, and her limbs tired she was just speed walking but apon the jolt of loud sound and the yelling only one thing occupys her thought process. That is running, her body lights up with fight or flight as she runs. No running is wrong frantic sprinting is more accurate. As she runs she of course uses dash and as she runs she would see a heavy grandfather clock and attempt to pull it down blocking the hallway as she runs toward the door she entered this place in*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The grandfather clock seemed to make no difference in blocking the path of the soldiers. She made her way towards the first flight of stairs with a small platoon of soldiers on her tail; an arrow flies by, but misses her by a great deal. Dashing up, with the sound of footsteps stomping on the wood trailing behind, the second floor was laid out before her. Only a couple of desks and another clock at the end could be used as cover; luckily, however, the entire hall was dim, since there was no source of light inside. The lamps were out. She'd only have to climb one more set of stairs before returning the the floor she entered in, but perhaps there was an alternative escape route?*" } ]

[ { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*She was going to keep running but she then rememberd. The stairwell is doubled there 1 on each side the guards can pincer her on the top floor. She would be caught unless... There a door! Quiet as she could she sprints into the open room and closes the door behind her she would look around the room hoping to find anything to bar the door then a way to escape. Subtly is not needed if theres a window in the way shes smashing it*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*She dipped into the door not a moment to soon; as she closed it, she could hear the sprinting of guards past it. After a while, she would be able to hear the footsteps upstairs instead of on her current floor. It looked like she wouldn't really need anything to barricade the door with, but that was if she were quick enough to get out. Luckily, there was a window in the center of the wall opposite of the door again, but it wasn't a sliding one. If she wanted to leave, she had to break through.*" }, { "author": "Meztu kianaco", "message": "*She would look around the room for anything strong or sturdy enough to use to break the window. But first she would try using the basket hilt of her rapier before resulting to random items found within this room*" } ]

[ { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "Aurora: The confire nods back as Grey orders her around. Though reluctant to his seeming command, a dispute was going to get them killed.\n\nThe wolf goes through the village once more. Looking for any pre made equipment. If she doesn't happen to find any, she attempts to craft the weaponry herself. It's not long before Aurora is found back at the head gate. Weapons in hand and ready to fight.\n\nGrey in the meantime takes the moment to rest. Soon standing up, dawning his weapons and armor. He looks to Aurora, nodding, focusing his attention on any incoming forces.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "If you're gonna make me write your responses I'm just gonna post it straight here\n\nWanna get this quest over with quick" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*It's nightfall. Time for the bandits to arrive. Around 10 of them, judging by the torches they carry and the light emitted from them. 2 with crossbows, and all seem to be lightly armored. Most are wielding spears, though 3 carry scimitars. There seems to be no defined leader.*\n\n\"What's this? Huddled up in yer little fort eh?\"" }, { "author": "Grey Morins", "message": "*Grey remains still, his ears perking at the sounds of encroaching enemies. Heavy foot steps, clattering armor and weapons, flickering of torches... The smell of blood.\n\nGrey has to hold back a growl. Reaching gently for the staff sling as he throws a rock in it. Aiming for one of the crossbow men and launching it. He quickly loads a second, throwing it with a more precise aim the second.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "HP: 27/27\nFocus: 4/4\n\nMovement:\nAttack 1: /6/~/ \nAttack 2: /17/ 7/" } ]

[ { "author": "Aurora", "message": "*The wolf huffs lightly, noticing Grey's sudden spike in attention. The enemies must be close... The beast would reach over, quietly plucking a rock from their ammo reserve. Then quickly, without much thought, she throws it wildly at the lights.*\n\n*Her attack of course missing, warrenting more attention on her second through. Her focus bearing through her annoyance at the miss, as she lets another rock go aimed at the same crossbow man Grey was throwing for.*" }, { "author": "com.co", "message": "HP: 28 /28\nFocus: 4/4\n\nAttack 1: /6 / / \nAttack 2: / 16 /4 /" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "```Quest cancelled```" } ]

[ { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "\"Wait!\"\n\n*Auburn's hands immediately raise up as Juna moves her staff, then seeing that it was just to guide the air strider away. Shame. That was worth a good deal of money. Unfortunately, standing in between her and her prize was a fearsome wolf wielding a quarterstaff, and it looks like she could use it well. Could she use her knives to try and injure her? But she didn't like shedding blood if unnecessary. She would take her chances with a snatch and grab; if she got the opportunity, that was.*\n\n\"What? The marker's warnings? Miss, I was just looking for something and I got lost.\"\n\n*The canifor was incredibly intimidating to Auburn. She seemed agile enough, and stronger as well.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears would flick, everything else about her seeming completely still in her listening to Auburn.*\"The trees...\"*She'd say in response to Auburn's questioning of what markings she was talking about. The Canifor would suddenly raise her staff, using it to point towards the different trees covered in chipped wood.*\n\n\"These markings represent the borderline...\"*The Canifor would explain, keeping her gaze fixated on Aurburn, practically staring at this point.*\"You're on my land...\"*She would eventually finish.\n\nWith Aurburn stating she was lost, the Canifor gaze didn't seem to shift. People were always lost out here, it was half the reason why they kept showing up on her doorstep no matter what she did to get them to leave.*\"The main road to Salvania is back the way you came.\"*She'd instruct, lowering her staff back down to her side.*\"The Capitol is large and impossible to miss.\"\n\n*Only subconsciously would the Canifor come to notice that the rabbit lady seemed scared of her. She wasn't sure why exactly as Juna merely was given her the directions she needed.*\"Most things you're looking for out here can be found if you walk straight for long enough.\"" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*The trees were... Chipped? That was something she did __not__ notice. How could this wolf girl expect people to know that this was her land if the warning signs were so subtle?*\n\n\"Well, uh, the chipped wood really isn't obvious at all. Maybe get a few signs, or maybe some bright warnings?\"\n\n*That was good to know. She could snatch the bird, turn around, and get out of here. Auburn slings her bag so that she's carrying it in her front. Perfect. A piece of bread.*\n\n\"Ah, thank you!\"\n\n*Auburn tosses the piece of bread to Juna as a distraction, then immediately dashes in, ducks under the staff, grabs the airstrider, and proceeds to run.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would stagger back a bit as the bread was thrown at her, catching it in one hand only for Aurburn to suddenly duck around her and swipe away her bird. The Canifor whirled around, a feeling of shock coursing through her while Aurburn continued to run. A sound had escaped her, one the Canifor was even aware she could make. She screeched.*\"**JUNI!**\"*The Canifor darted after her, bread discarded on the ground as a flash of adrenaline coursed through her veins. Jace would run past her, barking echoing over the trees in the chase they were given. Her grip on the staff tightened, claws unsheathing as they scratched along the metal frame of it. The chase was on.*\"" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit.*\n\n*Auburn knew that the wolf was going to get mad, but the screech that the staff wielding woman emitted was utterly terrifying. To make matters worse, she heard the barking of the jackal. Dogs had excellent senses of smell, and could probably track her for a very, very long time. Oh she did __not__ think this through.*\n\n*It was just then she realized that the staff had metallic reinforcements. Metal. On a pole weapon. If she was struck by that, she would most certainly have a broken bone. She did not want to be hit by that at all costs.*\n\n*And did she hear claws as well? Oh, right. That was a canifor.*\n\n*Auburn continues to run, not only to seize the bird, but for her life.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*The hatchling would let out a series of distressing chirps, the sound causing Juna's ears to flick on her head and fuel her more into speeding up. She'd draw her lips back from over her sharp teeth, a snarl threatening to escape her before she'd suppress it back.\n\nShe was going to kill this rabbit. Well maybe not kill, but she thought about it at least in her moment of fury. The Canifor turned off the trail, disappearing between the trees and leaving Jace to continue chasing after her. The distance between them seemed to be gradually closing as the Jackal picked up more momentum and, nearing her rear, the Jackal would snap up at her as he ran.*" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*Maybe she would have been able to escape, had it not been for the fact that the jackal was faster than she was.*\n\n*The jaws snapping at her would cause her to almost lose her footing, but she would fortunately regain her balance. Maybe it would be a good idea to pull out her knife, but could she even strike at the dog without stopping? Plus, the wolf might catch up to her. Not what she wanted to happen.*\n\n*Auburn pulls out a large knife anyway, scared out her mind like a rabbit being chased by a jackal, and wolf, and almost drops it. She couldn't maneuver it to threaten the bird and hold it hostage. All she could do was run and hope there wasn't a ranged option the canifor had.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Jace would continue pursuing her, trying to grab at any loose clothing she may have to wrestle at it. As Aurbun would run, a sudden arrow would whizz by her face, almost nicking her across the nose before implanting itself in a nearby tree. Had she not been slowed down by the Jackal, the arrow would have impaled her. At her side the Canifor was pursuing her, reaching into her quiver as she would notch an arrow into her bow. Where the weapon came from in such short notice was a wonder.*\"**Give me back my bird!\"**She'd bark at her, another arrow firing off at Aurburn, this time towards her thigh while the Jackal would spring at her.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*As Auburn is running, she feels the wind of an arrow. The wolf indeed had a ranged option. Her eyes widen as she continues to run, and realizes that there's no escape.* \n\n*The arrow was aimed at her leg; more specifically, her thigh. If she was shot through there, she would bleed out to death within minutes, and given the circumstances, the canifor didn't seem keen on healing her. If she took it in the knee, her leg would be unusable, and she didn't want to spend money on healing.*\n\n*The safest option was to stop, causing the arrow to fly in front of her. However, that allowed the jackal to clamp his jaws wherever he wanted.*\n\n*Crap.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*The Jackal would jump up and nip at her arms, clearly trying to avoid attacking the Airstrider she held. With Auburn coming to a stop, Juna would screech to a halt, another arrow being loaded into her bow as she aimed it the woman's chest.*\"Let her go.\"*She'd say. Her breathing came rapidly, however, she didn't seem conscious of it. With Aurburn still holding Juniper, the hatchling would helplessly wriggle in her hold as she continued to chirp out for help. Each sound she made, seemed to cause the Canifor's ears to flick, drawing the string of her bow further back with every second that passed.*\"Now.\"*She demanded.*" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*Now she was stuck. Nowhere to go. Should she throw the knife? Try and risk parrying an arrow? Maybe hold up blade to the bird's neck?*\n\n*But she couldn't beat simply releasing an arrow from the bow. Killing the bird wasn't on her agenda anyway. If she did, she might end up taking an arrow to the face.*\n\n*Slowly, Auburn puts the bird down, though still holds the knife in her hand. This woman was the scariest person she's seen so far.*\n\n\"Wait, we can talk about this... Just, please don't shoot me.\"\n\n*Juna can see the rabbit visibly shaking, her legs unsteady.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would hold the string back, her shaky hold threatening to let loose the arrow anyway with how long she was holding it for. Placing the Airstrider back on the ground, the hatchling would waddle back over to the Canifor and only then would Juna finally relax her hold on the string.\n\nHer arms went more lax and going onto into her knees would she scoop up the Airstrider, holding her close to her.*\"Juni...\"*She whispered under her breath. Jace would let out a single huff of air at the rabbit, pacing away from her with his job done to go rejoin the Canifor. \n\nA long moment had passed before the Canifor would suddenly flash her darkened gaze up at Aurburn.*\"You are a *Horrible* Person!\"*She spat, seemingly to want to use a worst insult but not finding a better word suited for it. The Canifor rise back up to her full height, arrow being returned to quiver while she'd hold onto her bow by the wooden grip of it. In a glowing light, the bow would straighten out, string snapping and vanishing as it grew in size and took form of the staff she held onto earlier.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*The air strider was a pet. She didn't even think of it that way, she only thought of it as some sort of exotic thing for status. It was in the wild; why else wouldn't it be a pet? Maybe she was a horrible person, seeing someone's pet and immediately running off with it. Though, she never understood the concept of a pet. The only times she had heard it was with drunk men in the bar, and she was pretty sure they were talking about women.*\n\n*The canifor sounded... Just like her parents. Harsh, criticizing, no, berating her character. She stole not for herself, but to help others, but others only saw the surface. Auburn falls to her knees on the soft grass, looking down.*\n\n\"I'm sorry.\"\n\n*Her eyes widen as she sees the bow morph back into a staff. An enchantment like that was expensive, at least 10,000 silver, even more for the base weapon. Was this really just a rich hunter?*\n\n\"You know, with the money spent on that enchantment, you could have bettered the lives of 6 dozen people.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna stared down at the rabbit, listening to them talk about how she could have spent her money on others over what she enchanted her weapon with. Was this thief really trying to give her insight of that after the stunt she just pulled? Juna's grip would tighten on the staff, suddenly swinging it down towards Auburn and leaving just a narrow bit of space between her and the end of it. It wouldn't have been much force in it even if she did attempt to hit her, only holding it in one hand.*\n\n\"With the money I spent on this weapon I could have very well ended a life.\"*She'd snap back, the rabbit's apology lifting from her mind with her smart tongue driving away whatever sympathy she could have felt.*\"If you think that I'd better the lives of people I've never met over the ones I care about, then you're wrong!\"*Her voice suddenly heightened, piercing and breaking off as if she were on the verge of crying. It felt like similar conversation to a Canifor she once met over defending the lives of the ones close to her and making the decision between which life would be taken, theirs or those threatening it.\n\nShe knew she could have bettered the lives of other people, but how could she possibly do that if she couldn't even better her own life with what she was given. A home yet still living out in the forest, a friend yet still secluding, a weapon but still unable to protect her bird when it mattered.*\n\n\"If it's people like you that I've never met, then they deserve what they have coming for them! Lying and pretending to be lost, then stealing from the one person who could have helped! You stupid, ungrateful, thief!\"*She'd yell. The Canifor hated thieves more than ever now, at least the one she had met previous never went so far as to stealing from her, let alone a living breathing animal. The very act of these thieves however, burned on her tongue in a feeling of such distaste that she wondered if she should have let the arrow go.*" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*Closing her eyes, Auburn quickly ducks her head down and raises her arms in preparation for the swing that never comes. Instead, she found mercy, the staff barely an inch from breaking her arms.*\n\n\"Then better the lives of those you know! Things like magic weapons are luxuries! You could buy houses for people you care about! Food! Clothing!\"\n\n*Auburn looks down once again, her ears drooping.*\n\n\"I know I'm not a good person. I'm a thief. A criminal. But I'll do it if it means I stop others from suffering, even if it's for a month, a week, or even a day. I'm willing to take that burden. I never keep any of the money, or the goods that I steal. It all goes to those who need it more. Always. So do *Not* Call me selfish!\"\n\n*Auburn stands up, her eyes burning with a light not matching her lithe form. The woman was almost right about her. Almost. But she was not going to be called selfish and ungrateful when she had given everything away and been grateful for being alive every single day.*\n\n\"There are kids out there who starve to death because they have nothing to eat! They can't hunt! Can't work! To call me selfish would be to say that all those people out there deserve to die!\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"I already have.\"*She'd retort. It wasn't like she knew that many people and those she did know were doing just fine in her eyes. Now she simply rested here where she could seclude herself from the harshness of other people who'd want nothing more to rid her of her comfortable lifestyle.\n\nHer eyes would flash towards the rabbit as she argued over being called selfish. The Canifor would move the staff away from her, eyes narrowing. So she was putting words in her mouth now it seemed.\n\nHow hard she made it hard to pity her, she wasn't any better. Her knowing it, but doing nothing to fix it was proof enough.*\"You're a disgrace to them.\"*She'd say a low tone.*\"You show them that stealing is the way to get what they need and in doing so you lead them to their own deaths. Do you know what people do to thieves?\"*The Canifor would tilt her head to her drawing all her weight on her staff as she thought back to all those tasks she had been sent on to round up or end the lives of those who have stolen.*\n\n\"They kill them.\"*She'd say with a lack of any emotion in her tone, all sense of feeling leaving her lips with those words.*\"And if that doesn't work, they higher another to until they are put down... You spend your life being something that will get you killed in the end.\"\n\n*She'd pick up her staff and raised it behind her head so that she could hold it one hand while it rested across her shoulders.*\"And in turn, those kids would wind up the same...\"*The Canifor paused, giving a light dip of her head, what anger she once had drifting away.*\"No one deserves to die... But I can't help those that see me as nothing more than walking profit... And it seems you are just another one of them...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "\"Very well, then.\"\n\n*Auburn turns tail and begins walking out of the forest. Seems that she wouldn't be able to find her cache, but at least she made it out alive. No good bread today; she'd rely on her reserves once again.*\n\n*Auburn picks up the fallen piece of bread, dusting it off and blowing on it before taking a bite.*\n\n*Why was she so weak? All she could do was run away. Even then, there were faster things. She wanted to be able to resist. To fight back. But that was risky, and she was far too weak to fight back. If she was grabbed or had her legs broken, that would be the end of her. The world was dangerous. Now that she was part of the sugar gang, maybe she could try it? Become stronger? Maybe then she could defend herself.*\n\n*But she also needed better judgment. The Canifor was all in her right to try and hung her down. Steal from only those who deserve it. Always.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would watch after the woman, keeping where she was for a while until Aurburn had created enough distance from her. Holding on to Juniper, she'd bring the bird close to her before quietly following after the rabbit to make sure she was actually leaving.\n\nHer footsteps were relatively quiet alongside Jace's, though only hers moved with care of being heard. She melted away into the background, moving past the trees rather than keeping on the main trail. She never allowed Aurburn to leave her view for long, staring after her as she'd return to retrieve the traitorous bread she had initially used to take Juniper away.\n\nHer heart reverberated as she watched her, eyes narrowing. Was she even truly lost? The Canifor wasn't sure. She seemed to navigate just fine in her eyes and the Juna wouldn't doubt her ability to lie to get her way. Just another thief in the forests.*" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*Maybe she could try and look for her cache. She was going to have to find it eventually. That was the problem with hidden stashes; it was hidden from you as well.*\n\n*Auburn begins looking for trees next to piles of rocks, and then back up to the trunk at the top where the branches were. At the moment, she was unaware of Juna, though the canifor finds that there's what looks like a throwing knife in her palm.*\n\n*Then, she found it. A strap of leather wrapped around a branch, marked by some mossy rocks. The brown leather was near invisible and required a sharp eye. Auburn takes a deep breath, sheathing her knife, takes a running start, and jumps up the tree, hanging onto the branch and grabbing her bag, climbing back down the tree before opening it.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would watch her movement, catching sight of the knife she carried. It seemed she was looking around for something. That or was just aimlessly wandering. The Canifor wasn't quite sure if she was aware of her presence, though she continued moving stealthily nonetheless. \n\nShe'd see her gaze up into a tree, soon running and jumping up into it with respectable agility as she went to reach what looked to be a bag hanging in the tree. So that was what she was looking for. Juna's ears would flick more passively, muscles loosening a bit into a sort of relaxed state in seeing that she was just trying to retrieve a lost item.\n\nJuniper would let out a quiet chirp, her legs weakly kicking at the air as if she'd want to be placed back down and hesitantly Juna would do so, using her staff to keep the bird from running out too far while she focused on Aurburn.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears would flick to the side at Auburn's words, taking it as the threat it was. However, she didn't make a move to change her staff back to a bow. The Canifor didn't want to start another fight. She was never much of a fighter anyways. With her putting away the knife, Juna would relax a bit, finally shifting her gaze off of Auburn to focus more on her Airstrider hatchling.*\n\n\"No...\"*She would say in response to Auburn's question.*\"I was simply following...\"*The way the Canifor said it, made it suggest that the two were any different. To some, it was, but to others it was all the same.*" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "\"I'm not sure about you, but in the city, when you're being followed, that means danger. It means either you're a target; either for capture or death. And it's for both sides, law and crime. Never used for escorting.\"\n\n*The tension was so high that Auburn felt that she could throw a knife and have it get stuck. Was this hunter's true intention to follow her? Or did she have other purposes? Was she truly making sure she left, or was she just a beastial hunter?*\n\n\"So uh... Try to avoid using that word. Most people will get the idea that you're creepy.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would glance back at the rabbit. So she was so concerned by the idea of being followed? Surely she didn't expect anything different after trespassing and stealing her bird. Perhaps this was just the mind of a thief.*\n\n\"I'm not a criminal nor a law enforcer...\"*She'd say, coming to take a seat on the ground more passively as she picked up on the rabbit's tension. The Canifor wasn't used to someone feeling nervous in her presence unless they were on the brink of starting a fight, but for now, Auburn didn't seem like much of a threat from a distance.*\n\n\"I'm just a person trying not lose her bird from trusting someone more than they deserve...\"*She'd finish, giving her airstrider the softest of pats as the bird waddled about the area beside her.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*As Juna almost scolds her, Auburn's ears droop, then perk back up slightly again with the apology. She wasn't sure what the last part was for; if anyone should be sorry, it should have been Auburn. It seems that both of them were quite timid.*\n\n\"I understand. We all have our responsibilities. You're a much better person than I am, willing to fight for those you love. And-yeah, probably not best to stay so close to the city.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would idly pat her Jackal's head, only casting a side gaze at Aurburn in her agreement to what she said.*\"Help those children...\"*She'd murmur.*\"Just... Please stop trying to steal all the time...\"*The Canifor wasn't sure how she could tell a thief to stop stealing. She doubted it was any more effective than the scolding she gave the Elven woman earlier. It was simply what they did.*\n\n*There was a short pause after these words as she would draw her hand to gently pat her Airstrider, the bird waddling into her lap to her own happiness.*\"Do you have a name...?\"*She'd eventually ask Auburn.*" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "*The rabbit shakes her hanging head. She couldn't just stop stealing; she had no source of reliable income.*\n\n\"If I did, I would surely starve to death. And so would all of they. I can't just stop and live off the land like you.\"\n\n\"Ah, I'm Auburn. Yours?\"\n\n*Telling Auburn to stop stealing was like telling a beggar to stop begging. That was their way of survival. Just like hunting. Auburn wished that she could hunt, but she didn't know if she could bring herself to kill anything.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears would lower slightly in disappointment to her response.*\"You should learn to hunt... Catch enough prey to feed yourself and earn enough money... Stick to the open lands for it and off the territory for another...\"*She'd say, not looking back at her.\n\nBeing asked what her name was, the Canifor would sit in silence. Her hand lowered to her staff, fingers lightly running along it in thought.*\"Call me Bamboo...\"*She'd say.*\"Lady Bamboo if you wish...\"*The Canifor would add the last part in remembrance of the name she went by. Though she knew it sounded like a title outside of such knowledge and decided to make that part just an option.*" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "\"I don't know if I can bring myself to kill anything... Plus I'm too weak to take down anything meaningful. I can't pull back a bow well, not or draw back a crossbow. And who is going to teach some random rabbit how to hunt?\"\n\n\"Bamboo? I've heard of Rose, Lily, Jasmine, but never Bamboo. An interesting name for sure.\"\n\n*Auburn had the feeling that Bamboo wasn't her real name; it was far too childish to be. No one was named after that plant. At best, Sage, or Lotus. That would be like being named Grass.*\n\n\"Lady Bamboo? Are you nobility then? Like a lord?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"What were you planning to do with Juni...?\"*The Canifor would question her, almost confused at her intent behind stealing the bird in the first place. If not to kill, then what? The only other things she could think of seemed just as bad in her eyes, causing her to shake them away to rid her of the thoughts.*\n\n\"It's... Just a name...\"*She'd say in response, making it sound as if it had little importance.*\"A name you can call me... If needed...\"*The Canifor wasn't quite sure what the chances were of the two seeing each other again after this, but at this point in time, Juna had undergone enough name changes to not care of which someone referred to her as. At least to those who she probably wouldn't see again anyways. At that point she would simply be a name.*\"I'm simply a huntress...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "\"Kill it??!! Why would I ever do that? Air Striders are worth a lot of money! I would have probably sold her, then stolen and sold her again elsewhere.\"\n\n\"Oh. Ok.\"\n\n*So they wanted to keep their name a secret. That was fine. Auburn probably should have done the same, but she forgot to say a fake name every time she was questioned.*\n\n\"Call you when needed? When would that happen, unless we both end up doing a job?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna could feel a low growl emanating in her throat with Auburn speaking of selling away her bird after stealing her. The Canifor never really looked into how much the birds were worth, never had a reason to. She'd clear her throat, suppressing the noise she typically found strange of her to be able to create.*\n\n\"No... Just a name to call me by... If you need to call me something...\"*The Canifor would say dismissively as she would scoop the bird up in her arms and stand up.*\"People typically like to give names to things... Makes it easier to refer to them...\"*It seemed the Canifor wasn't interested in the idea of taking a job with her or really any jobs for that matter. After all, she already had one and that was taking care of Juniper. Besides, most tasks only ever seemed to warrant death anyways. She wasn't good enough at killing to be expected to be able to do as much as one would hope.*" }, { "author": "Auburn 'Apricot' Arnice", "message": "\"Alright... Crap!\"\n\n*Auburn looks to the sky and stands up, seeing that it was getting dark. She needed to get to the city, __now__. Otherwise, who knows what kinds of people would patrol the dark.*\n\n\"I really need to get back to the city before it gets dark. See you maybe, I guess?\"\n\n*Auburn shifts the leather strap of the bag over her shoulder, dashing towards the city.*\n\n\"Byyeeee!\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would watch as the rabbit walked off, her fingers idly pressing along her staff. As Auburn would eventually grow out of earshot she'd give a click of her tongue to get Jace's attention, whispering to him:*\"Go find.\"*The Jackal would get up, following Aurburn's trail just to the edge of the forest before coming to let out a huff of air and turning away to return to Juna.\n\nWith Jace making his way back to her, she'd give him a pat of approval and would eventually head off further into the forest just as night began to cast itself across the sky. Soon enough Juna too would vanish off within the safety of woods around her, forever keeping watch of those who trekked by.*" } ]

[ { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "*Ralki would wander around the merchant stall packed streets of a small border village, after selling her artisan pottery at a stand. Today a caravan of merchants had arrived to sell their wares to the peasants who had a few spare silver coins to spare, and Ralki would hear of this news, joining in to get some good money from the villagers who doesn't know how to haggle that well. Some may consider selling at a mark-up to peasants who don't know how to haggle is cowardly, but she thinks of it of an opportunity.*\n\n*Afterwards she would walk around, looking at old trinkets and bobs, she wouldn't buy anything if it didn't use to belong to her family, but she enjoys looking at neat things. Sometimes she would buy food from the food stalls the local villagers set up, in order to take advantage of the caravan as it was taking advantage of them. She's already eaten skewers with multiple local vegetables, local bread recipes, and rarely some meat.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Having recently left the cover of the forests, the Canifor would make her way through the small-town marketplace. A cloak would rest over her head, a bag strung along her back while she'd carry a staff in one hand, seemingly using it to walk. At her side was her Jackal, Jace who had become more lax over the years with being around other people, only to be triggered by any intentional attempt of spite. The Canifor's ears would lie flat on her head, silently apologizing each time she would accidentally bump into someone in her little focus of the villagers that went by.\n\nShe was simply following smell for now, heading towards the food stalls after ages of staying out in the forest. Her gaze would flit to and fro, almost matching the anxious shift of her tail. The Canifor was never the most comfortable around crowds, especially now more than ever. At least she was fortunate enough to across this place. After all it was less people to have to face. As she would pass stall after stall, not getting much luck in finding what she was looking for, she'd let out a quiet sigh of disappointment. Her gaze would fall upon Ralki as she passed, the Canifor slowly raising a hand as if to get her attention.*\"Ex... Excuse me...\"*She'd say in an almost impossible to hear tone.*\"Would you... Happen to know... Where the food stalls were...?\"" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "\"Food stalls, hmm, heard there's a good one just a bit further up ahead that sells a local specialty. Cheesy potatoes, I believe, you wanna join me to the stand?\" *She would respond to the shifty/nervous Canifor. Ralki was kind of feeling lonely, she hasn't had much meaningful interaction other than a purely professional one, trying to sell her wares for the highest possible. She would point to a direction and beckon the stranger to follow her.*\n\n*If she were to follow Ralki, they would make their way pass a lot of stores that sell oddities; defective clocks, puzzles, and sometimes useful stuff like cheap scales. Unfortunately it would seem that nothing there held particular interest to Ralki. She searches for a particular set of items, particularly heirlooms and relics of the Golden noble family. It's unfortunate but not unexpected, no matter how much money she accrues she still hasn't found any sort of trace of where they went, all she knew was that they were gambled away.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Join... You...?\"*She would ask quietly as if it were a strange request. Juna supposed that she needed her help with at least finding the place. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad for her to at least go with the person out of appreciation of them helping. The Canifor would glance back at her bag briefly, her ears raising as if listening for something before she'd respond:*\"Ye... Yeah... I can... Join you...\"\n\n*She would follow after Ralki, passing by different stores selling rather odd things it seemed as far as the Canifor could spot on display. She kept relatively close to Ralki, mostly to not accidentally lose her with Juna's wandering curiosity.*\"Why do they sell... Such strange things...\"*The Canifor would ask, mostly under her breath. Her Jackal would keep pace with them, occasionally walking ahead as he picked up an interesting smell or two before swiftly returning back to the two of them.*" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "\"Sometimes a product is just made poorly, and sometimes fixing it is more trouble than its worth, and usually people that don't know much outside their village will buy these things without knowing they are defective. Besides, even a fast clock is accurate for a couple hours after a little fiddling. There are some useful stuff though, merchants pick up metal tools from blacksmiths in cities and sell them in villages where they can be put to use.\" *Ralki would explain to the Canifor*\n\n\"Sorry for over-explaining it, we both probably want to eat rather than learn right now, don't we? Look, the stall is right over there!\" *She would point to a stall which serves baked potatoes with melted cheese, it's not impressive to what cities make, but for a place remote as this, it's good food. Ralki would ask for 2 of them and would begin to pay for it.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna's ears would flick at her explanation, a sign that she wasn't exactly sure what Ralki meant with the Canifors limited knowledge on the tools and nicknacks, though she could only assume it would come off as more worthwhile to those more likely to use them.*\n\n\"It's... It's okay...\"*She'd say in response to Ralki's apology.*\"You... Seem very experienced with... These kind of things...\"*Juna would drop her gaze as they neared the stall, Ralki's excitement counteracting Juna's more timid relief. With Ralki going to buy a couple of them, Juna would slowly follow after her. Reaching into a pouch at her side, she would pull out a small handful of silver before holding it out to Ralki.*\"H... Here...\"*She'd murmur.*\"It... Wouldn't feel right to have you pay for mines as well...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "\"Experienced I am, been selling stuff for a while now.\" *It would be about 4 years since she started selling her pottery, in the past she would sell much worse, and smarter people could haggle the price to make her business non-profit able. Really eventually learned to sell stuff without being taken advantage of.* \"You learn a lot of little things about everything when you're in the trading business.\"\n\n*Ralki would be taken a little aback but then would stop the Canifor* \"Even a peasant would pay for food, for an acquaintance. Don't worry, I have no shortage of coins, and besides, you only have silver coins when most of the food here only cost 2 or 3 copper.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would slowly lower her hand at Ralki's decline.*\"O... Oh right...\"*She'd murmur, putting her silver coins away. The Canifor should have known better than to show off her money any more than necessary.*\"Sorry...\"\n\n*The Canifor would idly wait for Ralki to pay for her food, ears raising as if to listen out for something.*\"People here... Wouldn't mind me carrying around silver... Would they...?\"*She'd ask quietly. After her encounter with a thief earlier, seemingly willing to do anything to get some money's worth out if something, Juna had grown concerned to those who had a potential eye out for anything of value on her. Due to this, she decided to keep her staff as it is, any other magic happenings more likely to catch peoples' attention if they're as bad as she thinks they are.*" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "*Worrying honestly that the Canifor felt guilty for trying to pay for her share, it was a simple courtesy and the Canifor was surprised. This paranoia is probably also bad, though Ralki wouldn't know because she's strong enough to fight off any thief that tried to steal her coins.*\n\n\"Not really, like of course there might be some envious eyes, but not like they have the confidence to actually try and steal it. The worst part about showing your wealth really is just the merchants, they'll definitely try to scam you, don't buy anything you don't need and it will be fine.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would glance at the other people in town, wondering exactly which merchants she should look out for. The Canifor only really came for food. That was necessity enough right? She'd peer over at Ralki, almost staring for a while. Ralki had assured her that no one had the confidence to steal, though scamming was seemingly worst here.*\n\n\"I've... Never visited this place before...\"*She'd admit quietly, her gaze dropping away from Ralki to focus on the ground while she'd wait.*\"But... It seems much nicer than the Capitol here...\"" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "\"It's easy enough to not get scammed out of all of your money\" *Ralki would start eating her Cheesey potato* \"Anyways, it's better to not be distracted while eating\"\n\n\"Yeah, the big cities are nice to visit, but I'd never want to live there.\" *It's really so suffocating in the capitol, there's always people, you can do ceramics without being seen by people, and the merchants there will try to scam you with bad investments.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*The Canifor would look down at her own food, soon taking a bit out of it and letting out a satisfied sigh. A faint chirp would come from her bag, causing her to shake it lightly in quietly trying to hush the sound before refocusing on Ralki.*\n\n\"I don't... Have the best experience with... The cities...\"*She'd say, soon taking another bite of the potato as she came to find herself enjoying the taste relatively well.*\"Some people there didn't... Have the nicest intent...\"" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "\"Yep...\" *Ralki would say, it was people from the city who challenged her father to gambling, and inevitably he lost all of the family heirlooms.* \"Why don't we sit, enjoy our snack, and maybe talk about why we don't like cities.\"\n\n*She would point to a bench that has some shade because of a large tree nearby, the leaves had just started growing around this time.*" } ]

[ { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "\"First, lemme switch out one of your silvers for copper, nothing here except the scammiest scammers will have a price as great as a silver.\" *If the Canifor were to give Ralki a silver, Ralki would give 10 coppers in return.*\n\n\"Then we can find more things to eat.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would take the copper coins from Ralki as she was handed her them, her expression almost perplexed by them as it wasn't often she seen them being used.*\"What kinds of things do they have to... Eat here...?\"*She'd ask curiously.*" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "\"Mostly simple stuff, sometimes there's some moderately luxurious thing mixed in, such as cheese or meat. They wouldn't normally have this stuff for sale, but there's quite a few buyers. If I had to give some examples, there's some venison and bread. No pastries or anything, but I'm quite fine with that.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Venison should work...\"*She'd say, glancing back up at her.*\"For... For Jace I mean... He likes Venison...\"*The Jackal would lift his head up at the mention of his name, his tail lightly flicking to and fro. It was disappointing to hear there weren't any pastries or treats of the sort, but Juna supposed bread could be just as good.*" } ]

[ { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "\"Well then, lets look for something, just point out what you want to buy and I'll have some with you... I was the one who forced you to eat cheese baked potato first, it's only right you choose our next snack.\" *The potato cheese was good, but not the best food the both of them had, probably.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would get up to walk over and join Ralki, her cloak's hood being thrown back over her head while Jace would return to her.*\"No no- they were...\"*She'd trail off. Good wasn't the word for it, but the taste was interesting enough to get her to continue eating.*\"Different...\"*The Canifor would cast her gaze around the shopping area.*\"Anything will do for Jace, really... Well... Any meat anyways-\"" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "\"Then lets get ourselves that bread and venison, since that place sells the highest amount of meat for the best price. It should be right about... Here!\" *Ralki would walk to the vendor and pay for her bread and venison, gonna eat it as a sandwich, since that's obviously how it was intended to be eaten.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna would follow Ralki to the vendor, watching as she'd buy it from them before she would mimic her and hold the copper coins she was given out to them. Soon receiving some bread and venison as well, she would rip off a small part of the meat, soon dropping the rest down to her jackal before placing the small piece in her bag which seemed to cause a slight bit of shuffling from inside. Taking the bread for herself, she would take a bite from it, her tail giving a slow melodic wag upon eating it.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Luckily it was quite cold, so Kibaru didn't have to worry much about the march's puddles. Though the ice wasn't exactly sturdy enough to walk on. So he kept to where there was solid ground. Luckily his boot were water resistant, so it wouldn't be the end of the world for him if he did step in a small puddle*\n\n*He kept his bright blue tails wrapped around his waists so they would get wet or dirty. Was pretty hard to count his tails, but it was quite obvious there was quite a few. He had a mask on his face, resembling that of a white wolf with black markings. This dark blue hair would almost seem black with his ears being just as bright blue as his tails. His coat had fur coming out of the ends. The blue coat however seemed stained with red on the one side*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist was carefully wandering thru the swamp'ish terrain.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru continued on carefully. His ears would suddenly twitch and he would move his mask slightly away from his face to take a few sniffs at the air. The stink of the march made it a little hard to recognize any smell immediately, but he picked up the sent of a macen. Was strange to him. People tend to stay away from places like these... Though who was he to judge*\n\n*He then continued to follow this sent soon coming up towards his prey. So he would crouch down and slowly approach the unsuspecting victim and would give a sudden* \"Hey there Traveller\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist turns around, flinching back. The person could see Cultist's old dusty robe, yet it was gray instead of usual monk brown. Very loose hood was making a shadow covering their face entirely, Cultist's face looks like a faceless pitch black void. Yet some curves of the face could be hardly see.* \n *Cultist is frightened and confused about that unexpected encounter.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"The name's Okami. Might I ask what is yours and what business you might have here?\" *Kibaru raised his eyebrow. Though it would be in vain as his mask was covering his face* \"Kind of strange to find a macen wondering around... Though I guess it's more strange to find my kin in these wet lands\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist was silent at the moment, unsure how to answer. Then he spoke \"People used to refer to me as Cultist. I guess name's Cultist... And I... Kind of live here...?\" Cultist's answer sounded uncertain. His voice sounded just confused.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Cultist. That's usually a pronoun. Not a name. And it's a weird name at that. Not exactly something good, is it?\" *Kibaru asked as his tails wagged behind him with curiosity*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist remained silent about that for a moment. \"Everyone think so.\" Cultist turned around, preparing to leave into direction of deeper marshland forest.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Also, what do you mean by you live here. Are you like a hermit or a nomad?\" *Kibaru asked as he walked around the man a bit, sniffing a few times as he observed the stranger completely from head to toe. From his walking to his speech*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*\"Kind of...-\" Cultist noticed high curiosity of the person. Cultist's speech sounded very anxious and slightly annoyed.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would decide to continue pestering the stranger not seeming to care about his annoyance* \"Like do you move with a mule. Or maybe live on a traveling elephant. Maybe a giant tortoise?\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist shakes their head. They now walk into the forest depths, trying to be quicker then the person.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Do you like any weapons to defend yourself... Maybe you're a wizard or something. Well I mean you are a cultist after all... Maybe you have a dagger of sorts?\" *Kibaru's curiosity sometimes got the best of him and he would sometimes forget his boundaries and go overboard at times*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist halts. He turns for a half. He looks at the person, then he unsheathes the Bronze Falchion for a half not taking it out fully. It was well observed as it's blade end was somewhere under the robe. Bronze falchion seems pretty crude and simple.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*It was a pretty good thing that the Cultist decided to only draw it half way. This would be shown by Kibaru having on hand on the hilt of his highly decorated Katana. The Sheath having a reflective turquoise wyvern going around it. Hanging at the bottom of the hilt with a charm on it. A Safire dangling on it. Seemed this Katana was on the expensive side. Contradictive to his normal clothing that he wore* \"Oh, a Falchion, huh. Why's it bronze. That some kind of cultist thing?\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist shakes their head continuing their way by climbing up on a tiny hill. \"No equipment. Barely found the ore.\" They climb up and continue walking forward seemingly trying to get lost out of person's sight.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Are you a miner then, Or did you just randomly find it. Maybe a gift. Or did you steal it... Not judging, Not exactly innocent myself... Though my crimes might be a little worse... But I guess you are a cultist. So bet you've done worse\" *Kibaru wasn't letting up... Seemingly increasing his speed along with the Stanger*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist inhales as he looks behind his shoulder, he notices that stranger keeps up. Cultist then turns back and continues walking forward. \"There's swamp ore lying on the surface. And not a single soul would go there. Not talking about trading caravans.\" Cultist walks farther, it appears marshlands ended and it was more or less stable ground. Forest also appears to be thicker.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"So you just so happen to find it in the swamp. Well that's pretty lucky, isn't it. Did you make it into the weapon. How good are you at making weapons, can you enchant weapons?\" *Kibaru asked turning his head with the question*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist have went into some lowland, there was a little campfire circle made out of rocks down here. He then turned to the right, there was something like a tiny dugout covered in moss, making it very well hidden except for the door side where logs could be very well seen.*\n\n*\"You should leave.\" Cultist said turning to the person.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well wasn't exactly smart of you to lead me to your little hideout. I might be a dangerous person\" *Kibaru said before coming close to look at the cultist's mask. Examining it carefully before backing of again. He would then ask a serious question* \"What's the mask for?\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*\"How you think?\" Cultist asks. They stare at person without blinking, it could be noticed thru the mask. Cultist stands still like a statue. It seems Cultist up for something or nothing. It couldn't be said due him being a 'statue' at the moment.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"If I knew. I wouldn't have asked. I'm just curious.\" *Kibaru said not sounding like his previous playful self. Yet he showed no aggression towards the stranger* \"Like I've said. I won't judge\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist then turned away, sitting by the campfire and facing it. \"What else you want from me?\" He asks without any emotions, yet with a tiny bit upset tone.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I want to know how you got that mask. Some get masks as a symbol, others to hide. I want to know what your mask represents and why you choose to dawn that mask an no other. As simple as that\" *Kibaru said, still standing where he was. From their previous stare down, it was clear this man worked out really allot and was just tall enough to be above average height. Tall enough to look down upon most of his foes.*" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*\"I got this mask myself. I made it out of clay in first place, then I decided to forge it out of bronze at night... Something led my hand very gently yet with power. I fell unconscious... When I woke up, mask was done... Probably I was half-sleeping and passed out the second after I finished it I guess... I wear it because-\" Cultist cut. They were not moving at all now, looking like a statue once again.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Wow... Very Cultist like, I guess...\" *He said before staring at the man* \"Do continue\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*\"There's nothing else to tell about it.\" Cultist says. They answered shortly, seemingly not really wanting to keep up the conversation and hope the stranger to leave.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well I can understand that. So some kind of power lead you to make it out of bronze... Huh, The Bronze Cultist\" *Kibaru said giving him a slight tittle. Though he wasn't really serious about it and decided he's had his fun with this curious being. Better not test his luck. So he turned around and decided to be on his way* \"Well. Good day to you Cultist of Bronze\"" }, { "author": "Cultist", "message": "*Cultist nods once, seemingly not caring about that 'callsign' he got from the stranger.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Nero", "message": "On his way to the city, Nero and his companions had encountered a caravan missing its horses; it was an older man and what seemed to be his daughter, farmers probably, who were headed in to trade. Nero struck up a conversation, and learned that they had come in to purchase much needed medicine for the farmer's wife back home. Their horses had been scared off by something they didn't get to see, and they'd been stuck here for a while. Others had passed them by, ignoring them, as they were also caught up in their own important affairs.\n*How awful. That people could all live together but be so disconnected, of course I'll help, but I can't understand how others can suppress their sense of good instead of providing trivial help. These two are too far from the city to make it on their own, and surely they'll be robbed if left here.*\nNero offered a deal to the farmer, in exchange for telling him stories, he and his companions would carry their caravan into town. His lie this time was that they were monks from a monastery, as he needed to explain away the robes. In truth, those following him were his summoned skeletons, disguising as the living to not cause any fear. The initial distrust didn't last too long, as their situation was hopeless otherwise, and the farmer sought dearly to come back home and save his wife. With two on each side and one watching the road, they marched forward." }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would be gradually making her way along the road from city. For the majority of her time there, she had mostly been exploring and helping out where she could in her passing the time while she continued to search around town for a nice guild to at least help her obtain the position of a captain. She did her duty back in Mentia, though her ambitions had carried her further. To Salvania to be exact. Passing by the main gates, the Centaur had heard gossip from those mentioning some cart left broken down along the road to the city and, figuring it mustn't be too far with people talking about, Melody decided to head out to see if she could help.\n\nShe made sure to keep cautious, not quite sure what the damage would be when she got there, but in the distance she would soon come to notice the caravan just as she's heard. Perhaps there were people hurt or injured needing rescue. Melody wasn't too sure, but she hurried along at a purposeful trot. It wasn't until then that she began noticing the robed figures crowding around it, leaving her in a mixture of confusion and suspicion of what could have caused the need of so many people. Slowing down slightly, Melody would wait until she was in earshot before passing a glance over to the strange group.*\"Is there a problem here?\"*She'd call out to them.*\"I got word of a situation on the road. I'm here to help.\"" }, { "author": "Nero", "message": "*Who's this? Many thieves I've had the misfortune to cross paths with feign an innocent desire to help; on the other hand, they tend to work in groups. Best not to fall into prejudice; my experience on its receiving end has taught me better.*\nWhile the 4 carrying the carriage were covered fully by their pale, sand-colored robes, the figure closest to Melody had his hood kept down. It was noticeable that only his robes seemed to be filled out, with a body underneath; the others were slimmer to the point you'd confuse them with floating rags. A large straw hat cast shade onto what little part of his skin was visible, and although it was dark, you could make out a blue tone to his features.\nThe group came to an eerie halt, like they had been suddenly frozen as the one wearing the hat looked over at the centaur before them. A rather surprising voice came out of him; you could describe it as full of youth, and hope.\n\"Hello there.\"\nHis demeanor was very welcoming, not the kind where it's artificially crafted to come off as such, but the kind where you could sense that those words had come from a peaceful mind.\n\"What you heard was right, these poor farmers were stuck out on the road as their horses ran away.\" He explained.\n\"My brothers and I journeyed here from our monastery, when we found the scene we stretched out our hands immediately, now we're carrying them the rest of their way.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would eye the person, taken aback slightly by his tone a voice. It was unexpected, but nevertheless while he spoke to her, she found her gaze traveling slightly to his supposed 'brothers' carrying the carriage. Melody supposed even she came from a big family, so it wasn't the most obscure to be happening if not for the strange outlines their cloaks made for them.*\"Brothers... Right, right.\"*She'd say in a light yet dubious tone, nodding along to his words in her uncertainty of the situation. Eventually she'd refocus on Nero for the time being, holding out a hand for him to shake as she'd return the friendly greeting, but with a hint of confidence added to it.*\n\n\"My name is Melody Vander, working Bounty Hunter and current patroller. You wouldn't be happen to be looking for an escort to town would you Mr-?\"*She'd say, cutting herself off in giving him the chance to finish the name for her. Melody wasn't sure if he was planning on introducing each of his brothers as well or not. They seemed so statue-like in them standing in the background. It was odd to say the least.*" }, { "author": "Nero", "message": "\"Nero\"\nHe met her hand with his; it was larger and covered in a cloth glove. Up close his blue skin was much easier to see, and right under his hat his eyes could be seen: They were a wood brown, and had wrinkled up as he smiled.\n\"We are new here, so a guide would be very helpful. I think you can tell we're an odd group no?\" He chuckled, self-aware of their appearance.\n\"We come from a far away land, and I trust that you won't lead us into a volcano, so guide away.\" Every word he said seemed to contrast heavily with his first impression; his sense of humor and friendliness all seemed genuine, however.\nIn his head, Nero knew that he had to stay weary to keep up the monk act. There'd be no way to get his summons into the city, as they're far too suspicious, and he could tell the young centaur was perceptive; with the way she eyed the skeletons; she surely sensed something was amiss." }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*She'd draw her hand away from his upon shaking it, glancing towards them as he mentioned the others.*\"Yeah...?\"*She'd say mostly as a question in agreeing with how odd they were.*\"I've grown up in a large family too so not the strangest I've seen. I'd assume you lot were just a bunch of twins, but seems like your brothers must be a bit shy, huh?\"*She'd say with her own nervous laugh to Nero's chuckle. Deciding to turn around to begin leading them back, she'd gesture on ahead, saying:*\"Come on, the gate isn't too far from here.\"*After the words left her mouth, she'd begin heading off towards the city, making sure to keep a slower pace in her knowing that she could tend to move at a faster pace than most when she wasn't paying attention. She supposed it was just the excitement at times.*\"It's nice of you to help out these farmers. Not a lot of hands on deck out here I suppose. You said you guys were traveling from a monastery? Where in?\"*She'd ask more curiously in making light conversation with them. Talking helped remove the on edge of the feeling at least. It definitely made her feel better anyways.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Sunset**\n*By the time that they had reached new Salvainia, Lilliane had still yet to awake from her slumber. She looked quite comfortable though, resting her body against him with her spear gently shifting with her body.*" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*The dark elf and Air Macen made their way to the border of the Salvain Empire. Millie's hooves would be the only thing he could hear for now, but as he approached the Empire, he would hear people. \n\nAs he approached, he looked over his shoulder.\n\n**\"Madam Lilliane, wake up.\"** He spoke to her gently.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She grumbled a little bit, shifting her weight closer towards him.* \"Five more minutes...\" *Her voice was faint and could barely be heard, but it was something to tell him that she was currently awake.*" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He gave a faint laugh as he looked forward.\n\n**\"Good to know you're up. We're at the border of the Empire. You should start waking up.\"**\n\nMillie's hooves soon hit against cobblestone, the clip clop a bit louder than before.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"But I'm commfffyyy...\" *She pouted, yawning a little bit as she stopped hugging his chest, bringing her back up straight.* \"We're at the border... Any inns that you can see?\"" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He looked ahead, his eyes narrowing a bit.\n\n**\"There's a few. Best not go to the ones closest to the border, they're more likely to be full. I'm going a little further into the Empire. Perhaps...\"**\n\nHe turned and dismounted Millie, taking her reigns in his hands.\n\n**\"You stay up there, madam. I'm just going to walk beside Millie.\"** He mentioned as he rubbed Millie's nose and begun walking, leading her further in.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She frowned at his antics, not truly understanding them as she looked down on him.* \"I stay up here? What's the meaning of that, why can't I be down there with you?\"\n\n*In the absence of sunlight, any true sunlight, anyway, her white hair darkened a little bit to a solid gray. It still looked light, but just a different kind, so to speak.*" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He looked up towards her as he walked with the horse.\n\n**\"Millie doesn't enjoy too many people around her. It overwhelms her. If you'd rather walk beside me, you're more than welcome to. I just thought, considering you were sleeping, you'd like to rest.\"***" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"I'm clearly up now.\" *She grumbles, stepping down from the horse besides him* \"Not gonna be sleeping much anyway, considering I just got a... How long was I out for?\"" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He hummed in thought.\n\n**\"I'm... Actually not sure. At least we got here as sunset is being hit.\"**\n\nHe stopped someone walking past.\n\n**\"Excuse me, do you know where the New Sunlight guild is?\"** He asked.\n**\"Oh yeah, down this road, on your left. There's an inn beside it too.\"** The person said and Nagnis nodded, continuing to move.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Well, however long I was out for, it was a while. So yeah, I'm probably not gonna sleep for a fair bit.\" *Her voice betrayed her on that one, it conveying signs of weakness and tiredness, along with a not-so-convenient-for-her yawn.* \"Let's just get to that inn and grab rooms.\"" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He nodded softly as they walked.\n\nHe first made his way to a nearby stable for Millie to stay in. He paid for her to stay there, and then made his way to the inn nearby the guild. He entered the inn with Lilliane and looked to her.\n\n**\"Roughly how long do you suppose we need the inn for?\"***" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Tonight and tonight only. I wanna head out tomorrow and go do some crap.\" *She shrugs.* \"How much do I owe ya, for the room?\"" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He shook his head.\n\n**\"No need to repay me, madam.\"** He smiled sincerely. **\"I'll get you a room and myself a room. Then you can sleep as comfortably as you can.\"** He said as he approached the Inn Keeper.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She nods her head.* \"If you need me, just come into my room. Door'll be unlocked for you.\"" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He smiled and gave her a nod. He asked the inn keeper for two rooms for the night. He paid the money to the inn keeper, who gave him the keys. Nagnis turned around and offered one set of keys to Lilliane.\n\n**\"A set for you, to your room.\"** He smiled.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She took the keys, bowing her head slightly in thanks.* \"It's been a pleasure meeting you, Nagnis, but I'm going to go sleep. Hopefully see you tomorrow morning, or whenever.\"" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "***\"Whenever you'd like to meet again, Lilliane.\"** He nodded back to her, turning to walk up the corridor to his own room.\n\n**\"As the same with you, I will keep my door unlocked for you to enter whenever I am needed. I hope you rest well.\"** He spoke as he approached his room, unlocking it.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Lilliane walks to her room. She closes the door behind her, leaving it unlocked just in case.*" } ]

[ { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Yae Kim handed the caravan driver a single piece of gold and hopped on to solid ground. He had connections to discreet and fast drivers across the countries, though that didn't mean they didn't expect the usual rate. It had been a few days travel from the inn where he met Olive and Sofia, and he arrived at yet another inn. He stretched and enjoyed the warm morning sun, less paranoid in the daytime. Yae Kim made his way inside, lightly scratching at his black and white face paint.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Just as he was heading in, a tall girl, about 6'1\", was leaving. Her white hair a mess and her spear in her hand, her accidental bump didn't have much heft to it, but it certainly made things awkward for them in the doorway.* \"Oh, gods!\" *Lilliane immediately spoke up at their chests bumping.* \"I'm sorry!\"\n\n*The morning hadn't been too pleasant for her, but it also wasn't bad... Yet.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Yae Kim immediately felt dumb for dropping his usual twitchy guard. The air macen took a step back into the door jamb, unintentionally still blocking the door.* \"No, no, you're good, should watch where I'm going...\" *He quickly sized up the girl, wary of some kind of pickpocketing or assassination or... Yae Kim's paranoid mind could go on. However, he didn't sense any ill intent from the stranger, just genuine awkwardness. She was almost as tall as he was, and Yae Kim was quite lanky.* \"Any reason for the hurry?\" *He meant more if there was a fire or something, but it also seemed conversational.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She shook her head, taking a step back and gesturing for Yae to enter before she left.* \"No, no, I should have paid more attention... And uhh, I was just trying to get back to an actual guild location before tomorrow. Well, not get back to one... But Y'know what I meant, right?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Yae Kim took a long step inwards, clearing the doorway.* \"I think I follow. Which guild?\" *There was currently only one of real prominence currently, though he'd never visited it. Well, at least not intentionally. He smiled lightly at the girl's mannerisms, glad he wasn't the most anxious seeming one for once.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"The Sunlight guild, or whatever it was called.\" *She sighs.* \"It's new, and I definitely need a new thing to get high up in relatively quickly.\"\n\n*She notices the doorway was now clear, but doesn't go. Instead, she closes the door.* \"Who might you be, good sir?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Yae Kim pushes back the hood of his robes, fully revealing his ritually painted face. He extended a hand towards the girl, revealing tattoos that appeared to just be abstract shapes.* \"I'm Yae Kim Ool, though people find it convenient to shorten it to Yae or Yae Kim. And your name?\" *The willowy man's voice had started to display a charisma that didn't reflect in any of his movements.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Lilliane.\" *She took his hand, shaking it. Her grip was definitely strong, unexpected from the lithe, white-clothed girl.* \"It's a pleasure to meet you, Yae.\" *She smiles at him, and bows slightly out of respect.* \"Those are nice tattoos. Do they mean anything? Or are they just for decoration?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"Pretty name. They're primarily meant to signify identity traits, nearly all related to my upbringing. The do have meaning, if only to select people.\" *Yae Kim released her and looked into the inn, scratching his face once again.* \"Nice inn? Or should I keep looking?\" *He had not been in Salvainia for a while, and was glad to meet someone so friendly. Yae Kim had been to the inn before, but only once years ago.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"It's pretty alright.\" *She shrugs, taking a closer look at his face before moving down to his tattoos.* \"Cheap, definitely. The rooms are great for the cost. Beyond that, there isn't much to say about to place, certainly not something to write home about.\" \n\n*Satisfied with her inspection, she goes back to looking him in the eyes.* \"So, what brings you around here?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Lilliane would probably notice that his features were oddly difficult to ascertain. The paint mixed with some type of faint magic made his features remarkably hard to remember. Even Yae Kim's eyes seemed to be oddly caught between colors.* \"Glad to see it hasn't changed then. I just came through for more work. I translate, both vocally and written word.\" *Getting conscious of the fact they were standing before the door, Yae Kim pointed outward.* \"Want to talk outside? I prefer to have my dog with me when I can.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Dog?\" *She cocks her head slightly, but Lilliane gestures to the door. She hadn't ever seen a dog, considering she grew up in the equivalent of the boonies.* \"I... Don't know what that is, to be entirely honest. Is that just your slang word to avoid saying slave, what is a dog?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Yae Kim blinked in surprise, this being the first time he was asked if he had a slave. Well, not exactly, but still.* \"Oh, no, I mean a... Well, a dog. A canine. I'll just show you.\" *Yae Kim pushed open the door and stepped out onto whatever curb there was outside the building before the road. He gave a loud whistle, which was accompanied almost immediately with a loud bark. A bright, light purple form appeared next to him, which formed into the shape of a dog within seconds. It fully formed, looking exactly like any normal bullmastiff, if a bit larger than normal. It appeared docile and sat beside Yae Kim, panting slightly.* \"Alexander, meet Lilliane. She's a friend.\" *As he said this, he used his hand to command the dog to stay, waiting for Lilliane's reaction before letting him move towards her.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Lilliane frowned, walking up to it and crouching down to look at the dog.* \"This is... A dog...?\" *She brought a hand out to pet it, clearly interested in what it actually felt like.* \"It's... Small...\"\n\n*After a few pets she got back up, wiping her hand against her pants.* \"And this thing willfully accompanies you everywhere you go?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Alexander leaned forward to sniff Lilliane's hand as she pet him, allowing her to pet him as she wished. His short coat was likely soft to the touch, depending on what Lilliane considered soft. Yae Kim quietly watched as she interacted, pleased she didn't find it frightening or anything.* \"It's actually big for its breed... And it's technically a bullmastiff, though all animals like it are just called dogs.\" *Yae Kim looked down to Alexander, frowning slightly.* \"Well, I like to think he follows me willingly. Alex, you're free to go! Do whatever you like!\" *Alexander simply looked up to Yae Kim, tilting his head slightly in confusion. Yae Kim looked back to Lilliane.* \"Seems so.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Huh. Odd.\" *She shrugs, keeping the dog in the corner of her eye as she turned back to look Yae in the eyes.* \"So, anyway.. What are you off to go? Some scribing? Or is today your off day and you're just looking to max and relax?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"Oh, I was going to scare up some old contacts and see if they had any work for me. I was going to get some breakfast, set up a room, and start trying to find out where they are these days.\" *Yae Kim idly scratched Alexander's head as he spoke. He was much more calm around his dog, and Lilliane's demeanor helped.* \"I imagine you'll be off to New Sunlight now?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Maybe.\" *She, again, shrugs.* \"It's definitely a possibility. Or, if you wouldn't mind, I could just chill with y...\" *She stops herself, sighing as she shakes her head, starting to walk off.* \"Nah, I'll see you around. Have a good one, don't end up dead.\"\n\n{{going to sleep, will respond when I wake up" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Yae Kim could tell she was going to offer to stick around, but seemed either hesitant or unsure.* \"Well, if you'd like to join, I'll mostly be comparing notes in the main area and then going around town in hopes of finding any additional information. If you'll go ahead to New Sunlight, let me know if they need anything translated. \" *Yae Kim gave a smile and waited patiently for Lilliane's decision. The company would be nice, as he felt he could trust her, but he understood that she might have business to attend to.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She pauses for a moment. Her voice was hesitant, as if she actually wasn't sure about this herself.* \"...You're absolutely fine with me sticking around?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"Of course.\" *Yae Kim ruffled the fur atop Alexander's head, then pointed to the door.* \"Alex will stay outside, but we should head back in for now.\" *He didn't expect to make a friend today, but Yae Kim appreciated any reason to be a little less paranoid.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Lilliane basically did a 180, going from walking directly opposite of the inn to right back inside.* \"Well if that's the case...\" *As she walked by him, she grabbed his hand, leading him inside.* \"It has been far too long since I've really talked with anyone, so let's get chatty.\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Yae Kim let out a surprised laugh as he was pulled along by Lilliane, going inside with her.* \"Well, alright. I never asked, what do you do?\" *He would need to go to the front desk, or whatever equivalent there was, in order to set up his room first.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Me? Uhh, nothing.\" *She lets go of him, looking away from him as her cheeks turn a nice red.* \"I know some healing spells, so I was hoping to get into a nice position at the guild because of it...\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Yae Kim nodded as he handed 15 silver to the innkeeper, leaving the rest as coverage for other purchases.* \"I have heard that they are eager to take on healers, what with their emphasis on protecting people and all.\" *Lilliane's enthusiasm started to make sense, as many of the healers he had met before seemed similarly spirited.* \"Has that always been your source of income, or..?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She shook her head, taking a step back so that he could actually pay the innkeeper in relative peace.* \"No, not necessarily. I'm, for lack of a better term, broke. Not in the sense of how much money I have, in the sense that I have zero income. Which is something I was hoping the guild could fix...\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Yae Kim nodded, giving the innkeeper a wave of thanks as he collected his room key. He turned towards Lilliane, putting the bag of coins within his robes.* \"A guild would be a good place to start, especially New Sunlight. Though I've known many healers make their own way rather successfully, with steep rates.\" *He looked down a hall towards where his room would be.* \"Might be an option for you, depending on your skill set.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"I would say I'm fairly competent, but I wouldn't ever think of charging people for getting medicine and crap. Unless it's just for a headache or somethin', in which case, yeah I'd probably give them a few or some shit like that.\" *She sighs, shaking her head.* \"I'm pretty good with my spear though. So, y'know, I've also got that going for me.\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"Battle healer, not typically the financial type.\" *Yae Kim barely spoke above a whisper, more to himself. He began to walk down the hall, unlocking his room. He wasn't sure if Yae Kim would follow, so he raised his voice to speak now.* \"Well, all I know is that there is money to be made.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Lilliane did in fact follow him. Once he went to unlock his room, she stopped, unsure if she was actually wanted to follow him into his inn room or not.* \"There's definitely money, but it's not good money. Not in a moral sense of good, anyway, it probably does rake in a killing.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The robed man nodded and walked in, leaving the door open behind him. He pulled scrolls and books from the inside of the robes and placed them on the desk provided. He undid some type of harness, what seemed like a discreet backpack, and laid it down as well.* \"Well, I guess that comes down to the price of a conscience. Usually rather high.\" *He was quiet for a moment, as he looked over his belongings. A hand went up to the scimitars on his back, but he decided to continue to wear them. Grabbing a slender notebook, he turned back around to his companion.* \"So, Lilliaine, anything you'd like to attend to before I set upon my work?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Welll...\" *Taking that as permission, she walks into the room, taking a look around. She moves straight to the bed, sitting down on it.* \"Are you going to need my help with anything? Or do you just want me to be eye candy or some crap while you work?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Yae Kim wordlessly blinked. Lilliane was throwing lots of mixed signals, and the translator wasn't really sure how to proceed. He opened his notebook and thumbed through a few pages, as if he was looking for something.* \"Well, how would you say your investigative skills are?\" *He didn't look up, only leaning on his desk.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Not... The greatest.\" *She shrugs, sitting up straight and looking at Yae.* \"They could definitely use some improvement, but they're not bad. At least, I don't think that they're bad...\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"Hmm.\" *Yae Kim nodded, now actually reading his book. The last time he was at the inn, he was being hosted by someone who lived in the area, and would presumably know the innkeeper. Yae Kim straightened up, now having an actual goal in mind. He looked up to Lilliaine, tried to think of how she could help. He reached behind himself and grabbed a ledger, offering it to her.* \"Well, I haven't kicked around here in a while, but this should have most professionals in this area here. Do you think you could find us a blacksmith, either through this or some other way?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"I will certainly look for some.\" *She took the ledger, opening it up and beginning to read. Boring through the pages, she kept her eyes on it while he did his thing.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Quickly finding the names and dates in his own book, Yae Kim exited the room, saying,* \"I'll be right back.\" *He made his way to the innkeeper, asking if he had seen someone named Romero recently, and if they still lived in the area.*\n\n\"Yeah... Romero... That guy... Romero\"\n\n*It looked like it was going to be a long conversation.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Lilliane's interest peaked right about there. She kept reading at a leisurely pace, but she was certainly inching towards his stuff. Just to take a peak... Maybe she would get murdered by this dude? Maybe she was about to get kidnapped, she didn't know. The whole dog thing intrigued her, what else was there about this man and his tattoos?*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Yae Kim's things laid plainly on the desk, all out in the open. There were ledgers and scrolls, almost all labeled in a dead language. Only one larger book seemed to have a locked clasp, keeping it closed. His harness-type backpack hung seemingly empty on the chair. Lilliane could probably hear Yae Kim talking with the innkeeper, still at the front desk.*\n\n\"He had that beard? And the accent?\" *Yae Kim was finding the innkeeper to be a very long winded and seemingly confused source of information, but he was the only solid lead.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She frowned, looking at the locked book. Grabbing it, she started hastily fiddling with the lock, just to try and see what the actual contents were. The curiosity about the whole situation was going to drive her mad at some point, so why the hell not start here.* \"C'mon...\" *She whispered underneath her breath.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The clasp wouldn't open without the key or some force, which would likely leave the clasp obviously snapped.*\n\n\"Do you think I can see your records, if you keep any?\" *The innkeeper wasn't sure if they were talking about the same person, and Yae Kim was having a terrible time trying to convince him that they were.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Dammit.\" *Lilliane put the book back, getting up and returning to the ledger, just to act as though she was busy for whenever he returned.*" } ]

[ { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*With a little more grating conversation Yae Kim was able to find out what he needed.* \"Ohhh, that Romero! Yeah, he lives a couple minutes walk from here.\" *Yae Kim Finally got the address and walked back into the room, looking down at the paper in his hands.* \"What did you find for a blacksmith?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She frowned, quickly glancing back again.* \"Well, I found one guy. Maybe ten to fifteen minute walk from the inn, but he's the only one so far...\" *She looks back up at him.* \"What about you? Find anything?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Yae Kim nodded, folding the piece of paper and placing it in a book, which he put in his robes.* \"Yes, an old friend, Romero. He should have some work for me. And probably a lot of stories...\" *He was quiet for a moment, then turned to Lilliane.* \"Blacksmith first?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Romero first. I don't even know how dated this thing is, the guy could have moved out a long time ago.\" *She sighs, tossing him back the ledger.* \"I take it Romero is a blacksmith as well?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Yae Kim caught it, placing it down on the desk.* \"Used to be, but he still takes work every now and again. Let's hope he's up to it today.\" *He thought about taking his harness, but decided against it.* \"Ready to go?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Should I take my spear?\" *With the spear still strapped against her back, she got up.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"Always a good idea to be armed.\" *Yae Kim pointed to his own weapons. He walked out of the room, talking as he did.* \"So, Lilliaine, where you from?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Somewhere in Salvainia. I honestly have no idea what the region was called.\" *She gets up, catching up to and following Yae.* \"Dense forest, barely saw anyone that wasn't family.\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"Hm, fair enough.\" *He waved to the innkeeper as he went to the door. He opened it carefully, not wanting to run into somebody like on his way in. Yae Kim held it open for Lilliane, waiting.* \"How long have you been walking around the more cultivated areas?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Couple months now?\" *She shrugs, with Lilliane walking through the door.* \"It's definitely been fun, albeit a little lonely. No one's really stuck around for longer than a few days, which is to be expected.\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"Oh, well, I hope your luck turns around in that regard.\" *Yae Kim closed it behind them, stepping outside. He gave a sharp whistle, and Alexander, the bullmastiff, appeared next to Lilliane with a loud, happy bark.* \"Can't say I've had very many companions besides my dogs.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Lilliane looks down at the dog, flashing it a smile before looking back up at Yae.* \"Yeah, well, he seems loyal. Definitely a nice companion, I'd imagine.\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Yae Kim extended a hand, and Alexander trotted over next to him.* \"Yes, but he's a terrible conversationalist. \" *He started walking down the road to where Romero's home was meant to be.* \"I have to ask though... It doesn't seem like you've been out here very long at all. Why the change in lifestyle?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Things uh...\" *She looks down at her feet, a small hint of red starting to fade in into her cheeks.* \"...Kinda escalated with my parents and I. We're not really on the greatest terms right now.\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"Oh.\" *Yae Kim awkwardly scratched the back of his head. He hoped he hadn't hit a sore spot.* \"Well, you're here now, for better or for worse, learning about dogs and on your way to join New Sunlight.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Yeah. Guess I'm here now.\" *She shrugs, seemingly getting off of the topic easily.* \"Do people keep cats as companions for this kinda stuff? Or just dogs?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Yae Kim thought for a moment.* \"I think I've heard of that, but I've never personally seen it. Then again, I don't like cats all that much.\" *He reached down to scratch Alexander's head, who happily walked alongside them with his tongue lolling out once again.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Don't like cats?\" *Lilliane nods her head, seemingly confused.* \"But... Cats are cute. And big ones are really cute, and also pretty damn deadly.\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"I don't know what it is, but I always get itchy whenever I'm around them. I much prefer my boys.\" *Alexander give a small bark, as if to clarify just who his boys were..* \"Have you ever had any pets?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"I had a cat a while back...\" *She sighs.* \"Little guy was really cute...\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Yae Kim tried to fight his personal bias.* \"Awh. I'm guessing he's no longer... With us?\" *He wasn't a mean guy, but Yae Kim had trouble seeming genuinely empathetic. After all, with his dogs being summons, death was out of the question.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She nodded her head.* \"Seven years old when he died. Really sad, too, he was a kitten when I was born. Grew up with him up until that point.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "norrian", "message": "Wandering through the streets of the city could be heard the clinking and clanking of plate boots smacking against the ground, louder than most would ever think it should be. The boots attached to a Mogash woman that made her way in various different directions, as lost as a small puppy... Or so it seemed that way. After several hours of wandering lost, she made her way to an Inn, stopping outside of it to analyze the building and it's features with a tilt of her head. \"It was here the entire time...?\" She grumbled to herself, before preparing to shove her way into the building shoulder first." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*As the Mogash lady approached the doors, there was the sound of a deep, masculine voice that sounded out behind her.\n\n**\"Halt there, madam.\"** The deep, kind voice spoke out.\n\nIf she were to look behind her, she would be met with the face of a Dark Silrani, his deep purple skin and lilac hair being the obvious giveaways for his species. His bright eyes looked at her as he smiled to her, indifferent to the creature she was. He was on the back of a horse, to which he dismounted and took hold of the reigns of his horse.\n\n**\"Would you mind keeping the door open for me, while I tie my horse to this post?\"***" }, { "author": "norrian", "message": "Eroka jumped and swiftly flipped around to face the man as he yelled, clearly startled by him. \"Wha...?!\" She took a deep breath and composed herself again, or at least as much as she cared to. She stood tall, her long black braids of hair finally settling over her shoulder after all the activity. \n\"Sure... But hold on a second! You shouldn't go around yelling at people like that, you'll get hit! ...Or maybe you might make a friend?\" She cracked a grin, her voice was raised to a yell the whole time only to match his volume." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He gave a faint chuckle at this, taking it by grace. He tied Millie to the post beside the Inn and approached the Inn doors, looking at this funny Mogash lady.\n\n**\"I apologize,\"** He responded, **\"I was merely in a rush to speak with you to keep the doors open for me. Nevertheless, I'll be more wary of my volume, if that is of your concern.\"**\n\nHe took note of the way Eroka was dressed, specifically with the plate boots. He took a look at her eyes and came to a conclusion.\n\n**\"Have you come here for rest? You appear tired, as though you have been wandering for so long.\"***" }, { "author": "norrian", "message": "The Orcess gave a shrug as she pushed her way into the inn the remainder of the way, halting only a moment to allow him to enter with her. \"I am a bit tired. But more hungry than anything! ...I think I could go for a drink as well.\"\n She turned to face into the Inn, taking a glance across it and any of whom may be within it, her rusted plate armor clinking all the way, a large dual-bladed axe dangled from a thick leather strap across her back. \"Do you know if they serve drinks here or not?\"" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He gave a light nod.\n\n**\"They most certainly do. Delicious ale and beer at your service is sold at this here inn.\"** He said as he walked towards the bar counter, turning to look at her over his shoulder. **\"Would you like me to ask the bartender for you? I don't mind paying for you either, if you would like me too, madam.\"***" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "{{well hi there folks" }, { "author": "norrian", "message": "She gave the man a toothy smile as his offer reached her ears. \"I hear free drinks, and that's all I needed to hear!\" She swiftly made her way over to the counter, immediately slapping the counter hard to get the barkeeps attention. \n\"Give me the best, the sweetest, and the strongest drink you have! It's on his tab.\" She reached out to prod at the Elves cheek, clearly quite amused." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*She would note that there was a lack of a bartender at the bar counter. Luckily there was no one in the bar for now except the two of them. \n\nNagnis heard her request and nodded, chuckling to the poke at his cheek.\n\n**\"Of course, M'lady. One local beer coming right up.\"**\n\nHe moved himself around to the entrance of the bar, immediately taking off his jacket and putting it to the counter top. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt as he made his way towards a barrel of beer. If one was confused, he was the bartender of this inn.*" }, { "author": "norrian", "message": "She blinked, tilting her head to the side as she watched him go to work. \"What are you doing?\" She would blurt out, only growing more confused the more she thought about it. \"I know you offered to get drinks, but if you're going to steal them, I think I would rather pay for them myself.\" She huffed out, still trying to wrap her head around what he was up to." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He chuckled a little longer this time, taking a mug from the shelf and filling it with beer from the barrel.\n\n**\"I'm terribly sorry, madam. I'm the bartender in this bar. I got the job a few days ago, out of the innkeeper's desperation.\"** He filled the mug then closed the tap, giving it to her. **\"By me saying I'll pay for it, it's my round about sort of way in saying it's on the house. Hope it is to your liking, madam.\"** He kept a kind smile on his face as he spoke.*" }, { "author": "norrian", "message": "She nodded slowly as she took in what he was saying, it taking a few moments to register in her head before she perked up and grabbed the mug tightly, immediately taking a long gulp from it.\n\nWith a satisfied sigh, she slammed the mug back down on the counter, three quarters of the mug gone in one gulp. \"It tickles the whole way down, exactly what I needed!\" She wiped away any which would had remained on her lip and turned her attention to him. \"So you work here? What's it like? I haven't been around this area before.\"" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He smiled as she gulped down the drink, happy that she was satisfied with her drink. He leaned on the counter on his elbows, facing her. After she spoke, he straightened back up in thought.\n\n**\"I have not been here too long, Miss.\"** He admitted, looking to the ceiling first before looking back at her with his bright, golden coloured eyes. **\"I travelled from my homeland to here a week or so ago. I still yet to know all the social norms of this land, but it feels relatively nice so far. Wakazu had some people of my kind, but coming here, there was a significant amount of Dark Silrani. But that's why I'm a bartender.\"** He smiled at her. **\"I'm able to hear rumors, hear people's problems and resolutions... I learn a lot from people that way.\"***" }, { "author": "norrian", "message": "She nodded slowly, listening as he spoke, but her dark green eyes remained caught on the mug still tight in her grasp. \"Well, you've been here longer than I have.\" She blurted out before taking another gulp from the mug and finishing off it's contents. \n\n\"Listening to rumors all day sounds pretty boring... Is there anything else you do, besides deal with drunkards?\" She let out a snicker at her last remark, but her attention was finally caught completely on what he had to say." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "***\"Well, when I have free time, I travel on my horse, Millie. I like to be here by nightfall, so I can do the night shift here. I was at the guild, pondering whether or not i should join, but I came to the conclusion that I should leave it for now.\"** He looked to the side. **\"It has been a fairly long time since I last fought. Someone told me it would be best to fight, to keep these old bones going.\"**\n\nHe took note of the empty mug and took it from her.\n\n**\"A refill, madam?\"***" }, { "author": "norrian", "message": "She shook her head at his question and instead would reach down and begin to take off her gauntlets, placing them beside her on the counter. \"Fighting is good sport,\" Her tone growing a bit more serious, her grin beginning to fade. \"But I understand not everyone is inclined to take part.\"\n\n She huffed out a long breath. \"If you worry about keeping in good shape, fighting isn't the healthiest way to go about it. But it is one of the most fun.\" She leaned into the counter, and seemed to study him for a moment. \"I've been fighting my whole life, it's my one true passion in this world. If you need a sparring partner to help keep you in good shape, I'll happily knock you around a few knots. Just know what you're getting into before you leap head-long into it. Never can I guarantee your safety.\"" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He placed the mug into the sink to be washed later. There was not enough people in the inn's bar for him to worry about washing. Upon the offer, he perked his head and looked to her.\n\n**\"You give a good offer, Miss.\"** He smiled at her. **\"Though, I'll have to decline for now. I'm not yet confident in even sparring, thus I'd rather grow comfortable at my own time. But I appreciate the offer. I may take you up on it.\"** He then chuckled. **\"I'll go easy on you, young lady.\"** He spoke jokingly.*" }, { "author": "norrian", "message": "She smirked with a light snicker, straightening herself back up and giving her arms a good stretch. \"Go easy on me? That wouldn't be any fun at all, now would it?\" She let her arms fall back to her side before letting out a low yawn. \"The offer will stand, if you ever want it. But I don't intend to stick around for too long without a reason.\"\n\nShe took another glance around the Inn, taking the time to appreciate its design and architecture. \"So. You mentioned something about a fighting guild?\"" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He looked to the side for a moment, looking for a mug for himself.\n\n**\"Yes, actually. The New Sunlight guild. It's not a fighting guild, in fact, it's an adventurer's guild, so I've been told. It's the only one thus far in Salvainia. I was going to enter, but decided otherwise. I've never joined a guild in all my years of living, so I was a little... Overwhelmed with what may happen in there.\"** He took out a mug and poured himself some beer from the barrel, closing the tap and going back to facing her.\n\n**\"Excuse me, but I believe we did not share names.\"***" }, { "author": "norrian", "message": "She blinked, taken a-back by his request for her name. It took a good moment of thought and tapping her chin before she blurted out. \"Name? Name... Thick Hide. That's what everyone called me in the last port I wandered around.\" She gave a shrug before reaching out to prod his shoulder. \"What about you, Elfy-boy? What titles have you earned?\"\n\nA few moments after she finished speaking, she rose up her voice again. \"An adventurer's guild? That could be interesting enough. I might have to seek it out and see what it's all about.\"" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He took a sip from his mug as she responded her name, a little taken aback by the name but perhaps it was her culture. He was not one to judge such so easily, so instead he did not want to criticize it.\n\n**\"My name is Nagnis Emberripper. A name given to me by my mother. I'm one of 8 children in the Emberripper household. Unfortunately my name is of noble descent, not something I like to broadcast. I've given up my title as a noble man. But I'll perhaps pass it down to any children later on.\"** He sipped again from his mug then nodded.\n\n**\"It is called New Sunlight. It's not too far down the road from here, perhaps best to check it tomorrow, when you have rested.\"***" }, { "author": "norrian", "message": "She scoffed and bounced backward, throwing a few punches at the air as she yelled out obnoxiously. \"Rest? I'll fight all the sleepy monsters! Bing-bang, ka-poooow!\" She chuckled to herself as she blurted out various noises, seeming to have caught a second wind.\n\nAfter a moment she would calm down a bit, letting her mind process what he had told her a moment earlier. \"Wait, nobility? So you're rich?\" She tilted her head at him, meaning her question whole-heartedly." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He couldn't help but cover his mouth as he chuckled uncontrollably for a few seconds while she spoke so eccentrically. It certainly brought a smile to his face!\n\nOnce she asked the question, he removed his hand and cleared his throat.\n\n**\"Was. My parents, in a way, disowned me as a result of my backlash against their nobility ways. My parents were selfish and manipulative people, something I was not ready to surround myself in. As a result, when I was 17, I moved away on my own and set out to build my own life, starting from new. I taught myself to treat others with respect, kindness, and how to be gracious with others. I'm giving and open-minded, unlike the family I grew up with.\"** He took a sip from the mug. **\"My 5 brothers and 2 sisters were all like my parents. I was the black sheep. So I removed myself. And removing myself was the best decision. I learned to live life like it should be.\"***" }, { "author": "norrian", "message": "She nodded eccentrically for a moment, almost forgetting she was still nodding before she reached out and gave him a pat on the head. \"So you're as poor as Eroka, poor thing. You seem happy though, and that's what really matters! Hopefully your family is able to make a change for the better someday and you can all be together again.\" \n\nShe smiled brightly, leaving her hand to rest on his head. \"I like you're story, it reminds me of an old tale from my homeland that the greatest warriors always told their children! ...Except the tale doesn't end very happy. But your story better end happily!\"" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He was surprised but greatly accepted the pat on his head. His hair was silky smooth and very curly, so it bounced whenever her hand retracted.\n\n**\"I was married once. I must've been... Ooh, the grand mortal age of 25. We divorced by the time I reached 40. Now, I'm 156 years old, and I'm quite happy where I am.\"** He kept his sincere smile. He took another sip from his mug, finishing it of its contents.*" }, { "author": "norrian", "message": "She ruffled his hair before she pulled her hand back to her side, grabbing her gauntlets off the counter and slipping them back onto her. \"Here I was thinking you could be a brother. But I guess you're actually just a grandfather!\" She stuck her tongue out at him, clearly trying to tease him.\n\nShe would then begin to turn to face the door, tightening the laces that hold her axe to her back. \"Well. This was fun, but staying indoors for too long is a bad omen! ...And it's really stuffy. I think I'll find a nice sturdy tree to climb and sleep in.\" She stopped immeidately and turned back to him. \"Actually! You have drinks here, you would have food too, right?\" She cracked a devious smirk, a plan hatching in her head." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He chuckled at the little tease. Indeed, he was old, though in elven years, he was in fact fairly young. Still had a lot of years ahead of him.\n\nHe perked up in surprise and nodded.\n**\"But of course we have good. I am able to make a delicious stew with mushrooms, potatoes and meat chunks if you would like, with some bread to mop of the juices.'***" }, { "author": "norrian", "message": "She shook her head, her grin not to budge in the slightest. \"Raw meat! I haven't had the chance to eat fresh meat aside a campfire in months! ...Just nasty fish and sea food. Blech!\" She scratched at the counter eagerly. \"I have the bestest idea! I'll make a campfire out in the countryside and cook it all up. Then I'll eat it all until I fall asleep under the stars, nice and cozy!\"" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He couldn't help but smile. That sounded so nice actually, something even he would enjoy too. He gave a nod, almost feeling just as happy as Thick Hide. \n\n**\"Of course, I can most certainly fetch some raw meat. Anything in particular you would like to cook for yourself?\"** He asked with his head tilted to the side a little bit.*" }, { "author": "norrian", "message": "She shook her head, just eager to get things going. \"Nuh-uh. Any meat! As long as it isn't nasty fish!\" She snickered and started to bounce about like a bubbly child at the thoughts in her head. \"Maybe I'll even start the fire with lightning! That sounds like fun. And you could come too, if you wanted! Sitting inside all night would kill me, I don't know how anyone could stand it.\"" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He kept chuckling as he went to the side and gathered some meat for her, lifting it up and putting it onto the counter.\n\n**\"No, my dear. In order to make money, I must work. This is my work. You do enjoy your time under the stars, miss.\"** He smiled sincerely.*" }, { "author": "norrian", "message": "She nodded, grabbing the meat off the counter and hoisting it up over her shoulder. She slipped her fingers into her coin purse for a moment and dropped five silver coins onto the counter for him before tightening back and immediately bursting off with a loud yell. \"Thanks for the drinks and the meat! Maybe we'll see eachother again sometime!\"\n\nAs she burst out the door, sprinting full speed, all that could be heard in the distance was her clinking and clanking.\n\nAlrighty, I gtg. I got less than hr to get rdy for work :p Was fun ^^" } ]

[ { "author": "thepresidentofsoysauce", "message": "Veradux had been out and about for quite some time now. His feet were getting sore within his boots, even taking in quite a number of annoying pebbles stuck within his boot. He was going to have to shake his boots at first chance he even gets to. He soon spotted a town! Finally, after so long of being on his feet, he was about to simply keep over and die! But at the prospect of finally having a good old drink of whisky at this town would probably send him back to high gear! \n\nHe quickly strode his way into town, sliding by a couple of the villagers in the streets. His eyes were looking around quickly for a sign of the good old recognizable pitcher. He soon caught sight of one and made his way into the local tavern of this place. He saw that there was some business going on, mostly regulars having a drink after their hard day's work. \"Oh lord almighty, finally a bar\",Veradux mumbled to himself as the newcomer went further inside to find himself a place to seat himself near the bartender." }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "*Sofia decided to go out of the New Sunlight guild for a while, heading for the city next to it and a tavern with new faces or well she was going to be the new face probably but that's beside the point, she wanted to have some fun and found a tavern she never had been to before.*\n*Entering the tavern, she took a quick glance at the place, making sure there wasn't any troublemakers around that needed to be shaken up a little. Rapidly seeing none she sat down at the bar, Crimson sitting on between her leg for warmth and asked the bartender loud enough to be heard*\n''A Earth Macen beer, please!''" }, { "author": "thepresidentofsoysauce", "message": "She had assessed rightly so that nobody was really a troublemaker here and were just simply having a grand old time here within the bar! Veradux adjusted himself and he pulled out his right boot and began shaking it. There were a couple pebbles that came out of the boot and he quickly put it back on. Finally, those nuisance pebbles were out of his boots for the rest of his life, thank goodness. He sighed in relief and took a moment to assess what was around him. Locals locals locals, plus a redhead. Neat, plenty to pick and choose from and she just so happened to be sitting pretty darned close to him! He then called out to the bartender after her,\"Ey barman, gimme some whisky\",he ordered taking out some coin to pay the man for some service. He glanced over to Sofia, the muscular woman. She was... An oddball out of the normal looking people here. Veradux himself looked like some shrouded outsider, hailing from a very away place. Too bad he lacked a cowboy hat, he'd really have a complete outfit." }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "*Sofia noticed from the corner of her eyes the man next to her, definitely not a common folk, she could tell it by its attire. She took a sip of her beer and asked him* \n''Not from around here I suppose?''" }, { "author": "thepresidentofsoysauce", "message": "Veradux's emerald eyes met the woman's. \"Me? Well shoot, no\",Veradux leisurely replied. He shot her a smile, she had at least garnered his attention. \"Come from a very far place, y'see. Feet hurt from walkin' the entire distance.\" He pauses, seeing the bartender return and give them their drinks. He picked up his whisky and his eyes returned her way,\"What about you? Y'look pretty darned different than the locals. A... Femme fatale by the looks of ye.\"" }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "*Sofia chuckled and looked at amused but confused face*\n''A femme fatale? Ah! Its the first time I hear that...''\n*She took another sip and sighed* \n''I actually am an ex-bodyguard from another town in Salvainia. I'm out of the bodyguard job for now. Had other stuff to manage''" }, { "author": "thepresidentofsoysauce", "message": "\"Could see you being the bodyguarding type. Ye remind me of my sister already\",speaking of his sister. He wondered how she was doing, he hadn't heard anything. Then again, he didn't really check in with his family, of course he didn't hear anything. He then took his whisky and brought it to his lips and took a sip out of it. The drink hit the spot and it made him feel nice and relaxed. He gave a sigh and his eyes looked at her again,\"Well, in any case, guess you're an unemployed adventurer like me I suppose, huh? What with all that vagrancy and such.\"" }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "''Unemployed indeed...''\n*She took a big swig*\n''I just joined this guild, New Sunlight, not far from here. I could go on quests and all, but I hate going on these kinds of job alone.''" }, { "author": "thepresidentofsoysauce", "message": "Veradux leisurely took a guzzle of his own drink, glugging down his whisky. \"Oh, a guild?\",he asked curiously, his interest piqued with an eyebrow raised. \"Maybe I could do something with my life there, who knows?\",he shrugged and set his drink down. \"What kind of jobs is this said guild even offering?\",he questioned." }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "''Well, things like capturing some troublemakers, escorts, small creatures and monsters extermination at the starting rank''\n*She looked at her empty tankard then to the bartender, ordering another one*\n''Well these are quests for 2 person, would you be interested in joining the guild?''" }, { "author": "thepresidentofsoysauce", "message": "Maybe it was a way for him to make a living though Veradux knew damn well that his fighting ain't all the best, he was messy ranged and melee fighter but perhaps he could bring something to the table. There was risk for reward and that in itself was a gamble Veradux could end up taking. He guzzled down the last of his whisky and ordered a second one, stat. \"Sounds like a simple enough job\",Veradux comments,\"I'll think it over, maybe it'll be good for me. And if I choose to saddle in with this guild, it'd be helpful to have a partner with me, right bucko?\"" }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "*Sofia took a sip and smiled*\n''Well, looking at your physique I wouldn't bring you on a fighting mission, unless you use magic to fight, then maybe''" }, { "author": "thepresidentofsoysauce", "message": "\"I may not be much in the strength department and I... To be honest with ye, don't have anything in the magic side of things but I do have a trusty crossbow and bolts to shoot with. Hell, I'd say that I can shoot right between someone's eyes if need be!\",Veradux boasted. He was at least confident in himself. He then took up his refilled whisky and took a good gulp of it." }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "''If you say so...'' *She smiled*\n''Are you good in the diplomatic type of things?''" }, { "author": "thepresidentofsoysauce", "message": "\"Diplomatic as in... Starting brawls? Yes. Very much yes\",he chuckled in a joking manner. \"I think I can smooth talk pretty well, maybe get out of several jams like that.\"" }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "''I think you could be a good addition to the guild, I could show you where it is later if you are interested''\n*She started petting Crimson*" }, { "author": "thepresidentofsoysauce", "message": "\"Sure, wouldn't say no to that offer from a fine femme fatale\",he replied. He then brought his hand out to the woman,\"Figure I should introduce myself. The name's Veradux. A good ol' strong sounding name. Pleasure to meet ya, bucko.\"" }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "*She shook his hand*\n''I'm Sofia Vernimières'' \n*She points to the micro-griffin on her laps* \n''And this is Crimson''" }, { "author": "thepresidentofsoysauce", "message": "He looked down at the micro-griffin then up to the now named Sophie. He shook her hand with a firm handshake before letting go,\"Pleasure to meet you two then. How long have you been in that guild?\"" }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "*She counted the days on her hands and answered*\n''Well i'd say around two weeks, they even let me guard the entrance sometimes''" }, { "author": "thepresidentofsoysauce", "message": "Veradux nodded,\"Sounds pretty awesome, maybe it might be a good fit. Where are they even based at? It's not too far from within the city us it?\"" }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "*She payed her tab and got up*\n''Im going back to it, there's signs on the roads leading up to it. See ya there''" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "There were plenty of differences she had to adjust to in New Salvainia. In fact, she was still adjusting. She liked it so far - she supposed - with its different environment and different people and different culture. The prospect of owning her own business made things ten times better. It was all coming together. Her tavern was a few weeks in the making, and she had spent long days and nights working on providing everything for it. This was her life now, and she wanted to make sure that it was prosperous. \n\nThe interior had been carefully decorated to provide a cozy, almost homely atmosphere. It was still an open space, which allowed people to freely mingle if they wished to do so. On the left side against the brick wall, lay a large fireplace that filled the room with a healthy, warm, orange glow. The main attraction of the space was the bar, however, with its exotic variety of drinks and food. All in all, the place had been perfectly crafted from her own vision. A large sign lay above the bar, and the words 'The Melting Maple' stood out in shining gold. \n\nNow - standing behind the bar - she still couldn't believe her dreams had become a reality. A content sigh escaped her lips, her hands sliding over the edge of the smooth counter. One, sweeping look confirmed the thought that had lingered in her mind for the past few days; the tavern was ready to be opened. She had to take a deep breath to compose herself properly, before sauntering over to the entrance and opening the doors. Reaching upwards, she hung the large sign above, letting everyone know that the Melting Maple was open for business. \n\nNow it was only time to wait." }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "*A sporty muscular lady and a happy centaur entered the tavern, looking around the beautiful Inn. Sofia fell in love with the place instantly, the cozy feeling of the tavern just made her excited.*" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "*As they entered the tavern, a small ferret-like creature rested on her back, observing the place, it too shy to fly around and explore, Olive looked around in the place, it was certainly beautiful place, it was way better than other taverns that she visited before, she walked over to the woman who seemed to be the owner of this place*\n\n\"Excuse me? Are pets allowed here? We both have our pets with us and we would hate to break any rules\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "A bright smile graced her features upon seeing two new customers arrive, and she straightened behind the counter, offering the both of them a nod of acknowledgement. She could hardly contain her excitement, but she didn't want to scare them away either. First impressions were always important. \n\n\"Yes, pets are allowed. As long as they don't cause any trouble! I trust that they're well-trained.\" Her voice was alluring but clear, with a friendly tone. \"Could I grab you two something to drink or eat? Please make yourself comfortable.\"" }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "\"It'll be a good strong Earth Macen beer for me!\" *Sofia said this in a sweet tone with a smile, sitting down on a chair infront of the bar.*\n\"Pretty place you got there. I like it a lot\"" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "\"I would also like a beer please, is this place new? I hadn't seen it before\"\n\n*Olive decided not to sit she was ok standing and it would be better so she wouldn't disturb Mask, who was just sniffing the air as he sat in her back*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "She moved with a skilled sort of grace, taking two glasses and pouring beer into both. \n\n\"Yes, it's new! First day today, actually. And you're two of the first customers!\" Pushing the full glasses over to their side of the counters, she smiled at both. \"It's sort of a new start to life for me.\"" }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "\"Oh, that's nice!\" \n*Sofia took a sip and gently dropped Crimson on the chair next to her*\n\"So what brought you to open a tavern?\"" }, { "author": "iguanaqueen", "message": "*Olive took a sip from her beer as Mask glided down from Olive's back over to a chair next to Crimson, he was curious and sniffed the air in his direction, he could remember him but he didn't have time to meet him the last time he saw the micro-griffin*\n\n\"Are you new to town then? I hope that your tavern becomes a successful place\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Yes, I'm new. I've spent a few weeks trying to get this place ready to be opened. I was originally from Silnaria. I came here to open a tavern because...\" There was a slight pause, and she pursed her lips for a moment. \"Well, they've always been sort of special to me. A place I used to escape from a stifling reality, I suppose. There was a tavern where I used to live and needless to say, there were a lot of sneaky escapades.\" She didn't want to get into the nitty gritty of her past, and so she giggled lightheartedly and avoided that topic altogether." } ]

[ { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "*It was early afternoon, Sofia was sitting down at the new tavern, drinking, waiting for any one to join in the tavern. Deep in thoughts, she knew she had drinking problems, but that wasn't what was on her mind, her last job reminded her of the disaster that was her last job back home and how her family reputation suffered from it. Her morale was down real down.*" }, { "author": "hipster_", "message": "*Murgorar burst in the tavern with his helmet on and yelled* \n'' BARTENDER!!! GIVE ME A BEER!!! ''" }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "*This took Sofia by surprise and she turned to stone for a second, her heart pumping real fast.*\n\"BY THE GODS! WHY MUST YOU YELL SO DAMN LOUD!?\"\n*Sofia turned to the man who just entered and recognized him, it was that loudmouth Mogash again*\n\"Oh, its you..\"\n*She greeted Murgorar with her right hand, taking a sip of beer with the other*\n\"Come, the bartender is not available at the moment. She should come back any moment.\"" }, { "author": "hipster_", "message": "'' what really? Where is she?''\n*He walk to her and sit next to her*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Right here!\" She exclaimed, suddenly popping into the tavern area from the side door that was usually locked. Hurrying over, she immediately prepared a hefty glass of beer for the yelling man and placed it down on the table he was sitting at with Sofia. \n\"Already so rowdy and you haven't even had a drink yet?\" Her lips curled into a coy smile and she nodded at Sofia's way, before situating herself behind the bar once more to clean some glasses. The woman seemed to really like the tavern and drank a lot, which was something Madeleine supposed helped the business. At the same time, she worried a little for Sofia. People often liked to drown out their sorrows with alcohol, and she could only wonder what hardships the woman had been through to make her drink so much." }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "*Sofia looked at her with a smile.*\n\"Well, I like to drink when I'm bored and I can handle a lot of it, so it's alright don't worry about me\"\n*She looked over to Murgorar*\n\"He's the one you should worry, he talks real loud most of the time.\"\n*She took a sip of her drink. Sighing afterwards.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "A brow arched as she watched Sofia closely. Madeleine liked to think that she could tell if someone wasn't in the best of moods, and it seemed like Sofia was exactly that. Leaning forwards, she rested her folded arms on the counter of the bar and smiled at Sofia. \n\"I know, I can tell that you handle your alcohol well. Anything in particular that's plaguing you?\" \nShe asked the question as nonchalantly as she could - the last thing she wanted to do was intimidate Sofia by prying too deep." }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "*Sofia took a big sip of her beer, leaned on the counter and let out a big sigh.*\n''My home and familly, it's complicated...'' *She said this looking around her, seeing nobody else but the two of them, Murgorar had left at some point when he had finished a beer or something.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "There were a lot of big sighs coming from Sofia, and she could understand why. Home and family were important. She wasn't sure of the woman's situation and she didn't want to force her to tell the story and relive what had happened. \n\"I don't doubt that it is complicated. Home and family is pretty important. There are plenty of people willing to offer a helping hand. I don't think I can do much, but I *Can* Do this.\" \nThe elf poured another big glass of beer for Sofia. \n\"This one's for free.\"" }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "*Sofia chuckled and smiled to the bartender*\n''Thanks, it'll be my last for now though''\n*She then realized that ever since she got here, she never asked the bartender's name. Which made her feel kinda rude or improper.*\n''I never really introduced myself... I'm Sofia Vernimières, Ex-bodyguard and now adventurer, but recently it seems the former keeps coming back anyway.''\n*She looked up to her*\n''What about you?''" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Madeleine gave her hands something to do - polishing a few glasses with a soft towel. \n\"Madeleine Castenas. There's not much I can say about myself other than the fact that I'm just glad to be here, with my own tavern. Pleasure to meet you, Sofia. \" \nShe extended a dainty hand towards Sofia's way, a polite but friendly smile sitting on her face. Ex-bodyguard and adventurer were the two things Madeleine just wasn't fit for. There was a newfound respect for the woman - she seemed to be brave." }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "*Sofia smiled and shook her hand with her left hand, Madeleine could clearly see that she was missing half her pinky.*\n''Happy to meet you, Ms.Castenas! On another note by do you have a name for the tavern?''" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "She said nothing about the pinky - that would be far too insensitive, perhaps. With a nod and a bright smile, she turned and pointed to the sign that hung on the wall. \n\"The Melting Maple. I named it that because I thought I'd add a nice little twist to some of my drinks by adding maple syrup to them.\"" }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "*Sofia face lightened up*\n''Did you put some in mine?''" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "A little giggle left her upon seeing the woman's face light up like it was Christmas Day. She shook her head and reached for the glass of beer Sofia had to pour maple syrup into it. \n\"Not originally, but now I did!\"" }, { "author": "makowastaken", "message": "*Sofia took a great sip of the now maple flavored beer and her eyes were now wide open*\n''This is the greatest beer I tasted in my whole life, but then again I always resort to the same kind of beer...'' \n*She took a swig*\n''Seriously this is really great! It adds a soothing, sweet taste to the beer without ruining the taste of the beer.''" } ]

[ { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Sirdan walked pass the streets of New Salvainia leisurely, in his usual set of light beige linen shirt and pants - with a thin jacket over it- he had better looking purple clothes, but he wanted to avoid wearing anything too regal looking for fear of attracting unwanted attention. Naturally, he wasn't wearing his breastplate - that'd be awkward to go socialize with. On his side hanged a rapier and buckler, a common set of civilian attire suitable for daily life and stabbing nearby noble's son.\n\nHe stopped and saw the sign of a tavern up ahead, and then lifted his jacket to look at his pouch. Ah, right, he got plenty of money from that quest earlier. His eyes gazed over the name of the tavern. The Melting Syrup, in Silnari Standard. Sounds interesting.*\n\n*He opened the door unceremoniously, and then beelined straight for one of the bar counter, sitting down in front of Madeleine and next to Sofia. He was quite an imposing, muscular-looking elf. He smiled at the bartender.*\n\n\"May I have the menu?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "There was nothing she loved more than seeing her customers enjoy her drinks. And here Sofia was, thoroughly enjoying the taste of her alcohol. It made her giddy, and she rocked back and forth on her feet for a brief moment. \n\"I'm glad you like it. I hoped that you would! There's a lot of other drinks I make here - pretty much everything can go with maple syrup, honestly.\" Madeleine could've spent ages rambling about her trade and her recipes and her little tips and tricks, but she didn't want to bore the woman with all that. \n\nThe door opened, and it wasn't subtle at all. Her head turned to greet the newcomer with a wave and a cheery smile. She watched him as he approached and sat in front of them. He was an elf, like her, but she could tell that he wasn't fae. \n\n\"Of course! Welcome to The Melting Maple.\" Reaching down beneath the bar, she grabbed a menu and handed it over to him, having to bite down on her bottom lip in order to keep herself from spewing nonsense." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "Sirdan waved back at the charming Fae. A fellow elf indeed, though that is nothing of note in this part of the world. Salvainia was known to be a rather diverse city, after all.\n\nHe smiled back at her and took the menu, arching his eyebrows when she bit down on her lips, wondering if something was wrong with her, or him.\n\n\"I'd like a savoury chicken tart, with a side of maple syrup-infused beer, please. I'd love to try out your bar's unique drink.\" \n\nSirdan turned to the merrily drinking girl next to him briefly, and then turned back to Madeleine, not paying any particular heeds to her, yet." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Both wonderful choices.\" With that said, she set to work on preparing his drink. The food would come after. She poured him a hefty glass of her maple syrup beer and slid it over to him, before wandering off to the back to prepare his chicken tart. \n\nIt seemed like the tavern was picking up new people left and right. Her heart swelled with pride at that thought. There was still room for improvement, but that took time, and she had all the time in the world here. \n\nShe emerged a couple of minutes later with his chicken tart, and set it in front of him, neatly placing cutlery and a napkin beside the plate. \n\"How do you like the drink?\" The question had been asked out of curiosity, but there was also an expectant look on her face, excitement glittering in her eyes." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "He took the glass of beer and examined it carefully, his curious eyes looking at the strange mix of yellowish beer and maple syrup. He wondered what it was going to taste like.\n\nAs Madeleine turned his back on him, he glanced around shiftily as if he is about to commit a crime, and then took a sip from the drink. A strange, if not intriguing mix of sweet liquid with alcohol. He took another sip and decided to savour the drink slowly. It wasn't his favourite, but it was certainly an experience to add to his life.\n\nBy the time Madeleine returned, the steppe elf would be half way through his drink. He smiled at the glittering, eager girl,\"Pretty good, though a strange mix of beer and bitterness. Perhaps I should try this with hard liquor with a more... Subtle taste next.\"\n\nHe sniffed at the tart and took a knife and fork into his hand, and started slashing the tart into pieces carefully, popping it into his mouth and chewing slowly, as if he is a connoisseur. His expression did not change at all as he popped another piece of the tart into his mouth." } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "She watched him carefully as he began to dig into the chicken tart. It was only when she realised that she might've been making him uncomfortable with her intense staring did she finally look away. \n\nThe fair skin of her cheeks coloured a faint scarlet - how could she be so weird like that? She was sure he didn't want someone staring at him while he ate. Her desire to know his opinions on her food and drink was there, but she didn't want to bombard him with questions or put him on the spot. It was best just to leave it. \n\n\"Well, if you'd like to try anything else, I'd be happy to provide you with little samples!\" She couldn't help her little side glances towards him, hoping to catch a reaction upon his face instead of the rather blank look he had." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "Sirdan continued eating the pie, and finally expressed something after chewing through its meaty, crunchy interior. It was quite well-flavoured, with suitable amount of salt added, the minced chicken seems to be quite meaty too. He was quite satisfied with the food.\n\nHe swallowed the food in his mouth and turned toward her, with half of the tart finished,\"Mmm. You seems... A bit anxious missus, the pie was quite good, don't worry.\" He chuckled, finding the her reactions to be quite interesting, so to speak.\n\n\"I am short of inspirations for what to order, and it seems there are many items on this menu, and I imagine more out of it. What would you recommend? What is the inn's specialty?\"" }, { "author": "eric.71", "message": "*Walking in with a glance around at the tavern he'd slip into the nearest seat, sliding out a book and turning it back to a page that'd been folded in the corner. He listened to nearby folk for awhile before focusing in on the words of his book.*" } ]

[ { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa walked into the tavern, her black heeled boots making a Click Clack sound on the floor. Brown eyes darting around the room for a moment, eyeing the patrons . She walked over to a table in the corner, the smell of strong herbs following her. Sitting down she puts her bag on the table, untying the strings. She reached her brown hands inside pulling out a medium sized book. The book was covered in old green leaves that were pressed to the cover. Vanixa relaxed in the chair reading quietly, her brow furrowed at moments." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*Outside the tavern, he sound of hooves clopped rapidly against the ground, sounding louder and louder as they approached the tavern.\n\n**\"Woow, Millie.\"** A masculine voice spoke out as the horse got close enough, pulling the reigns for his horse to slow down. Once she did, he dismounted the draft horse and begun to take off her reigns and saddle.\n\n**\"You know where the stables are, girl. Make sure you get there safely.\"**\n\nThe horse neighed in response before she begun to trot away. After that, the man turned and entered the tavern.\n\nNagnis was a dark elf with dark purple skin and lilac, curly hair. His eyes were a bright, golden color, that shone brightly against the dimness of the tavern. His one shoulder seemed to be covered in snow, but most of it was flung off during the ride here from the mountains. He moved his way towards the bar counter, carrying Millie's reigns and saddle as he did so. Once behind the counter, he plopped the saddle and reigns down to the side and out of the way.*" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa looked up from her book, hearing the clopping of hooves outside. She watched the door, as a dark elf man entered. He had a saddle and reigns in hand , Vanixa was slightly surprised to see him go behind the counter. _ Guess he's the owner then._ \n\nVanixa rose from the chair, placing her book back inside her bag. She tired the bag back tightly, walking over to the counter. \" Hello, are you the owner of this tavern?\"" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*The bright yellow eyes quickly looked up and over at Vanix, a smile on the dark elf's face appeared.\n\n**\"Hello, madam. Yes, I am the owner of this tavern. How can I be of any help?\"**\n\nThe dark elf was quickly giving his hands a wash before picking up a clean cloth and wiping his hands dry. He then put the cloth to the side and placed his hands on the counter.*" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa turned her head to the side a bit, looking over the dark elf. She looked into his golden eyes for a moment, before looking down at the counter.\n**\"Hmm , I am in need of a room at the moment.\"**" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He nodded his head before kneeling down and pulling out a book, standing up straight and putting the book on the counter. He pulled at the ribbon bookmark to open the book to its bookmarked page, pulling an inked feather from below the counter.\n\n**\"Very well, what kind of room are you looking for, and for how many days, m'lady?\"** He asked while looking at the woman, keeping his sincere smile on his face.*" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa kept her face blank, looking up at the man. Her brown eyes looking over the book, seemingly curious about the ribbon. \n\n**\" Ahh well, I suppose a weeks time, perhaps.\" \". What kind of rooms do you have Sir.\" **\n\nVanixa turned her head side to side, looking around at the patrons. She seemed a bit tense, maybe even tired a bit." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "***\"Well, you may have a room with a single bed for 6 copper pieces per day, or you may have a double bed room for 13 copper pieces per day. The payment also includes breakfast for yourself.\"**\n\nHe placed the feather down before pulling a piece of his hair behind one of his elongated ears. He had a golden band around his index finger on that hand.*" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "** \" Very well, I only need a one bed for myself.\"**\n\n**\"There be windows in this room, I get?\" **\n\nVanixa takes out 42 copper, handing it over to the tavern keeper. She gets a small smile now, noticing the ring. \n\n** \"I am Vanixa by the way, a pleasure to meet you Sir\". **\n**\"Your tavern is quite nice , first I've been in for awhile.\"**" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He graciously takes the copper, writing down in his book the information needed. He gave a smile as she spoke, soon tilting his head up.\n\n**\"Well, it was not mine to begin with. I rode in from Wakazu about a month back. The owner of this tavern was getting old, and I offered myself to take over the tavern for him.\"** \n\nHe placed the 42 copper within a coin purse and placed it in his pocket. He then closed the book once the ink was dried and placed itself and the feather back under the counter. He then extended a hand to Vanixa.\n\n**\"I am Nagnis Emberripper. It is nothing but a pleasure to meet you, madam Vanixa.\"***" }, { "author": "eric.71", "message": "*He glanced over at the two for a bit. Staring off. There's usually two reasons why people haven't been in a tavern. Jailed or on the run. Or an adventurer. Studying the two for a bit.*" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa looked at the hand not wanting to be rude , she extended her arm shaking his hand firmly. She eyed a man from the corner of her eye watching her. Her senses making the hair on her neck stand on end. She really needed to relax, she was making herself seem suspicious. \n\nVanixa laughs lightly, **\" Thank you, for the room may I have the key now?\"** \n**\" I really must put this bag down, then maybe get a drink or two.\" **" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He nodded and after the handshake, he pulled the key from his pocket and handed it to her.\n\n**\"There you go, madam. Do enjoy your stay.\"** He smiled. **\"You may put the bag in your room, and I shall ready a mug of ale for you, how does that sound?\"***" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa smile kind of falls a bit, then reappears. She takes the key in hand now , putting the coin purse back in her bosom. \n\n**\" Ahh , that will be good, I shall return shortly.\" **\n\nVanixa disappears going up to her room. The smell of herbs and oils, left behind in her absence. When she arrived in the room, she placed the bag under her bed. Taking her two books, putting them under the mattress. \n Once done she left the room, locking the door, placing the key in her dress pocket. \n\nShe began to return to the bar counter, she had her curly hair down. Wearing a green dress with a brown corset around her midsection." }, { "author": "eric.71", "message": "*He flipped to the blank space in the back of his book. Making a quick sketch. And a note before closing it with a muffled clap. Then beginning to walk up the stairs giving the woman a glance as he did. Suspecting she'd look at him. And as he did so he began to fold and neatly tear out the paper when he'd make the final step. Deciding something before slipping the paper under the door. If opened and read there was a rough sketch of her and a staircase. With a note reading 'I know who you are and what you've done. So don't try anything too rash' then he slid back down stairs and began walking out unless stopped.*" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa found a letter at the door, she bent down picking it up. She unfolded it reading it over, with a laugh. She took it in hand a fire in her eyes as she descended the stairs. She held the note in her hand, catching the man as he tried to take his leave. Vanixa called out, **\" Hey stranger who thinks he knows my name.\"** \n**\" Come and take your letter from my hand.\" **\n\nVanixa holds the letter out, giving the man a hard look." }, { "author": "eric.71", "message": "*Raising a brow at her he wasn't sure what her plan was at that point. But he knew what he was doing. So he simply began down the stairs and having sat there listening. He did indeed know her name. \n\n\"Well I would. But it's a gift and unfortunately Vanixa.. I don't take those back.\"\n\n Flashing her a smile he would continue. Down*" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa follows the man down the stairs, hair on her neck standing on end. She looks over the man, trying to see if she recognizes him. \n**\" So what else have you spied and found out, other than my name?\" What else do you think , you know about who I am.\"**\n \nVanixa holds the letter up now, looking over the drawing. \n**\" To leave this note warning me not to do anything to rash is quite odd.\"**" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*Nagnis would perk his ears up, hearing the going ons.\n\n**\"Is everything alright?\"** He called out.*" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa puts a hand up, a small smile gracing her lips, ** \" Yes at the moment, I'll be over to get that drink soon.\" **\n\nVanixa looks over at the man feeling a bit more comfortable , now that she was out in the open.\n\nVanixa decided to leave the man for a moment to get her drink. She walks over to the counter. \n\nVanixa gives a weak laugh, **\" Ahh that drink actually, I could use now.\"**" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*Nagnis gives a nod of the head and readies up a mug of ale for Vanixa. He takes a mug off the shelf and walks over towards a barrel. He opens the tap and fills the mug with ale, then closes the tap once it is full. He goes over to the woman and places the mug on the counter in front of her.\n\n**\"Tell me about yourself, madam Vanixa.\"** He gave a smile.*" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa takes the drink, with a nod to the man in thanks. She took a drink of the ale, getting comfortable in her seat.\nVanixa kind of furrows her brows a bit at the man's request, then kind of shrugs. \n\n**\" Well I am a women with no children, no husbandman. My mother's family where healers and my father's hunters.\"**\n\n**\" I am a herbalist by trade, selling my wares when I can.\"**" }, { "author": "eric.71", "message": "*He leaned against the bar quietly. Listening. She's not going to say anything rash in front of the man for certain. However perhaps with the right setting. She might. \n\n\"Trade of who might I ask?\"*" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa gives a look over to the man, a bit annoyed by him. **\" It's not who it's what, I do not sell people.\"**\n\nVanixa takes a long drink of her ale this time, hoping the drink will make the conversation go by faster." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*Nagnis gave a nod of the head, looking between the two of them.\n\n**\"I see. Herbalist. I did not think such an occupation would come from your kind, but alas, I should not make judgements so quickly.\"** He smiles. **\"Some think of me as something more than a mere bartender. But I prefer it. I was once an adventurer, but after the passing of my wife, I preferred the more... Relaxed occupation.\"***" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa looks quite offended, **\" What do you mean by kind? Do you think the only ones part of the craft are elven folk? Sorry, to hear about your wife's passing.\"** \n\nVanixa had a frown on her face now, she takes a another drink.\n_ Either he thinks I am too dumb to be a Herbalist, or thinks the job is only for elf folks!_" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "***\"Well, it's not often I find Macens to work in the field of herbs. Usually it's witches or wood silrani. It's an interesting observation. Are you a herbalist because of your mother, or is this purely by your own choice?\"** He asked with curiosity, leaning his arms on the counter as he looked at the woman. He seemed genuinely interested.\n\n**\"Majority of my life, I've lived under a rock. I apologize if my questions come over as... Rude, in any way.\"***" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa gives the man a look over, not really believing him. _ He just said he was a adventure, surely he has meet Herbalist of my kind. _ She doesn't say that though just keeps her frown as she speaks. \n\n** \"My mother's family took on the element of Earth, they used it for the bases of their magic. I was taught in the ways of this craft at a young age, starting with healing. I was given small birds , sick and wounded to heal. Then later on they took me to the forests to connect with the earth. I began my learning of the herbs and plants then.\"\"** \n\n**\"This practice has been in my family for along time now, people of all kinds need a Herbalist. So this craft has been passed down generation to generation and now falls on me.\"**" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He nodded his head in understanding.\n\n**\"I see.\"** He then stood up straight. **\"It seems you enjoy it. I wish I could say the same for my early years. I begun travelling by myself when I was banished from home, around 17. Kept mostly to what I knew. Can't really say I adventured far enough, but when I met my wife, I stopped adventuring. It wasn't too long, I wish I started earlier.\"**\n\nHe gave a faint shrug. That was in he past.\n\n**\"Alas, here I am.\"***" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "**\"Well time is still going, life is to be written the ink doesn't run out until you do. Your place is quite nice, if you wish to adventure I am sure you could still. You leave someone in charge maybe, check in time to time look over books.\"** \n\nVanixa looks over down at her mug, **\" I have no want to adventure really, not unless for new herbs or plants.\" **\n\nVanixa looks up curiosity in her eyes, **\" So what did you do to get banished\"**" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "***\"Ah well...\"** He looked at her with a bit of a worried expression, but nevertheless, it was only fair he shared.\n\n**\"I come from a noble background. I had 5 brothers and 2 sisters. My family was... Well, not in tune with my views on how to treat people and I didn't exactly like it. I believe in treating people as equal, for we all bleed the same way. My family, especially my parents, had a bit of a god-plan to their attitudes on life. They employed slaves, maids, you name it. They didn't like how I practiced my more humane ways of treating people. As such, I was given two options. Abide, or be banished. I rather be banished, so I did. At 17, I moved out to start my life the way I want it to be.\"**\n\nHe looks up at the ceiling.\n\n**\"That was 139 years ago.\"***" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa turns her head to the side, \n**\" Well I guess that is a noble reason to be banished. Well your kind live along time, maybe one day they will have a change.\"** \n\nVanixa finished up her ale, letter now in hand from the stranger. She still needed to know what he knew." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He took notice of the letter and raised an eyebrow.\n\n**\"What is that you have there, madam?\"***" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa held the letter open for the man to view. \n**\" Apparently a gift from a stranger, slipped under my door.\nVanixa laughs a bit, \" ** I think he's bluffing, no way he knows of me. Anyone who knows me, knows not to waste their time telling me not to do a thing.\"" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He kept his eyebrow raised, now looking up at the woman.\n\n**\"Oh, a tough nut are you?\"** He chuckled. **\"Excellent to have such confidence and know you can carry out your threats, madam.\"***" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa got a smirk on her face , ** \" My long bow ain't for show, and I don't take kindly to being watched. Seems that's what my stranger has been doing. Getting into a fight through would not be smart at the moment, I need to build a good reputation. It is odd no, for a man not to give his gifts face to face?\"**" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He gave a nod with a smile on his face.\n\n**\"Of course, not very gentlemanly to give a gift in such a sneaky way. A good way to protect yourself.\"** He nodded again.*" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa raised a brow, \" **Yes I think I'll be having a talk with him soon enough. I am going to get some sleep, now , should rest better with a bed. How much for the ale sir?\"**" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "***\"On the house, my dear.\"** He gave a wink to her and stood up straight. **\"Rest easy tonight.\"***" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa ears go red a bit, not expecting the man to be flirtatious. **\" Ahh thank you Sir.** Vanixa gets up feeling a bit self conscious now, as she leaves up to her room. Taking a peek over her shoulder at the man." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*Once she got up and left, he turned around as though to continue on with his work, but his ears and cheeks went red himself.\n\n**\"What the fuck, body?\"** He whispered to himself. Seems as though it wasn't supposed to come out the way it did. To keep himself busy and his mind off of it, he continues with his work, now cleaning the counter top with a cloth.*" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa goes up to her room, not sleeping as she said but opening up her herbalism kit. She took out one of her books from under the mattress, beginning to read. \n\nShe needed to start making and selling , so she could her establish. She hummed as she began to make some markings in her book." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*Nagnis worked through the night, tending to patrons when necessary and cleaning when needed. It was the next morning, the tavern's bar was relatively empty for now but he was still there. He was cleaning out a mug with a cloth, soon taking the cloth away to look inside it. He then put the mug back onto the shelf. Once done, he put the cloth on the edge of a bowl filled with water and leaned against the counter, his back facing the doorway into the tavern.*" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa spent the night organizing the few wares she had, making plans to make new potions. She puts on a dark blue dress, and her brown heeled boots. She took her longbow in hand, placing it in its holder on her back. She took a bag with her putting it on her shoulder. \n\nShe had her hair pinned up today, a few lose curls escaping their confines. She made her way down the stairs, holding the end oh her dress as she walked.\nShe looked to her left seeing the dark elf, there at the counter. **\" Good morning to you!\"**" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*His long ears perked up a little bit as she spoke to him. He turned his head and his gaze met with hers. A smile grew on his face before he stood up straight.\n\n**\"Good morning to you, madam. I must... Sincerely apologize for my remark I made last night before you went to your room.\"** He looked to the side for a moment then back at her. **\"Truth be told, I dont quite known what my body was doing and why it did such a thing. I hope I did not come over as rude in anyway.\"***" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa was a bit confused, her brows coming together on her face. She gave the man a look before speaking\n **\" You are apologizing for flirting with me, did you not wish too?\"**\n\nVanixa continues to walk to the counter, smelling of lavender this morning. Her skin seemed to have a bit of shine to it as well. She took a seat folding her dress down as she did." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He looked at her with a confused expression too, raising his hand and using it rub the right side of his jaw for a moment as memories flood in his mind.\n\n**\"The women previously that I have flirted with used to backhand me. I thought it was rude to make the flirty remark at a time when it was not necessary. It... Did not offend you?\"***" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa has a sly smile on her face, eyes going bright. She leans on the counter a bit.** \" Well it seems she did not like you very much. I take no offense, quite the contrary, I was quite faltered. Though now I am curious, what did your say to her?\"**\n\nVanixa tilts her head to the side, quite excited to know the answer." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "***\"I merely complimented the woman's eyes! They were sky blue, gorgeous like gems. I wasn't even flirting, it was a mere compliment, actually. Then boof, a backhand across my face. That was back in Wakazu, perhaps the women there are much, much different from what I know.\"** He chuckled faintly.*" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa looks at the man's hand that holds his ring.\n **\" Where you still wearing your marriage ring by chance? Women don't take kindly when they think men are cheating on wives.\"**\n\n**\"When I first say it I thought you where spoken for myself. It can be quite confusing to someone who does not know you .\"**" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He looked at his own hand and gave a faint smile.\n\n**\"No, this was before I met Agalossa. After Agalossa, there was no one else that could replace her.\"** He lowered his hand and pulled off the ring, looking at it from different angles.\n\n**\"A beautiful Macen she was. Looked similar to you, actually. Her skin was a bit lighter, her hair was an uncontrollable bush. Dark freckles were sprinkled across her face. I met her on one of my many adventures. Alas, I outlived her.\"** He put the ring back on his index finger before lowering his hand.*" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "_ hope she ain't family, I would have known if one us married off to a elf. Mmm maybe not we have been known to run off with all manner of beast. _ Vanixa gave a small smile, \" **Well she sounds quite beautiful, I am sure she was happy by your side. Life for us is very short, it makes who we choose to spend it with quite special.**\n\n_ I hope I can find a way to save myself from death before it calls to me. There is bound to be some magic out there._" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He nodded before he looked at her.\n\n**\"It was quite sad, but... I'm glad I was with her while I could be. She was barren, and as a result we never had children. There's many factors with our relationship that I wish we could play out differently. But she told me, on her death bed, she adored every moment with me. She was happy to call me hers. Told me it was okay to move on when I was ready.\"**\n\nHis smile faded somewhat before he sighed and straightened up.\n\n**\"Either way, it's all okay.\"***" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa really didn't know what to say now, it seem almost rude to flirt with the man now. She thumped her fingers against the counter. \n\n**\" So would you happen to have any fruits for breakfast? I also was wondering if there was a market place near here?\"**" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He perked up.\n\n**\"Oh, you mention fruits, I do have some available for you!\"** He now grew a big smile. **\"As for the markets, there is some available in the center of the town. As you head outside, go down the road and keep going until you reach the center.\"***" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa smiled, **\" Ahh good I haven't been able to have any on my travels. I think I'll go to the market today and see if I can't sell a few things. \"**\n\nVanixa waits patiently for the fruit smiling to herself." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He rushes through a door to gather some fruits, eventually coming out with a big crate of different fruits. He carries it to the counter.\n\n**\"Here you go! Where would you like me to leave these?\"***" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa looks a bit taken back, brown eyes going wide. The man brings over a big crate full of fruits placing it before her. Vanixa takes a few pears and apples, placing the apples in her bag careful. Then takes a bite of the pear, left in her hand. She chews slowly then speaks to the man in a light voice. \n**\" Oh no this should be enough, I'll be leaving to market soon. Then maybe to the forest to do some gathering. \"**" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He nodded and then placed the crate at his feet for now.\n\n**\"Very well. You must have a safe journey, madam. Will you be back here later today?\"***" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa smiles , \" **Yes of course i am staying here for the week.\"** Vanixa gives a wink as she leaves off towards the market." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He was about to respond but the wink caught him off guard. His face went red as she left. He turned around and blinked.\n\n**\"Was that...\"** He shook his head then picked up the crate of fruits, putting it around the back again.*" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia approached the wooden door to leave a small shop that had offered empty promise. She returned to walking the streets of Salvainia, her hand resting on the hilt of a broadsword that was tucked into a sheath, a temporary replacement until her Greatsword was repaired. The unfortunate incident in training that led to the bending of her once glorious weapon had led up to this replacement and significant downgrade. Furthermore, she was walking the streets of Salvainia, hand in hilt while her heavy-plated armor clanked against one another and the stomps of her boots against the hard ground. Artemisia has her eyes scouring the various passerby's that returned their gaze upon her, forcing her to avert her attention elsewhere to avoid the unsettling look she had received and gave.*" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*Nagnis stayed within his tavern, now he was sweeping the floors of the tavern. No one was in at the moment, thus he was alone.*" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia soon stopped to another wooden door that seemed to intrigue her. Or was it the hanging symbol that held the name of a tavern? She didn't dwell, instead Artemisia pushed open the tavern door, which offered up its regards with a loud creak. The young brunette walked in, her head turning to get a spectacle of the room and its patrons, though it was rather empty besides the man who had swept the tavern floors with a broom.*" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*The dark elf's back was towards the door, but as soon as it opened, his ear perked slightly and he looked up and over towards the female. His bright, golden eyes looked at her and greeted her with a smile on his face.\n\n**\"Good day, madam.\"** The dark purple skinned man spoke to her. **\"Welcome to my tavern. How may I be of any help to you?\"***" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia nodded her head in acknowledgment to the dark elf, her face remaining stoic as she soon approached a table that seated nobody and took her rightful place. Beforehand, however, she removed the sheath from her side, letting the hilt of the broadsword lean against the tavern wall. After seating herself, she finally answered the man,* \"Tankard of Rum. Largest one you can find.\" *Her eyes seemed to have narrowed as a face of intimidation hinted to the man, hoping to not be taken lightly by anyone or anything. She exhaled a heavy sigh as she interlocked her gloved hands together, before resting them on top of the wooden table.*" } ]

[ { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*Luckily for the dark elf, he was not easy to intimidate. He simply gave a smile and nodded his head, setting the broom against the wall for now. \n\n**\"Of course, miss.\"** He responded before taking himself behind the counter. He searched through his mugs and got out the biggest one, giving it a clean before filling it. He walked over towards a barrel of rum, opened the tap and poured the rum in the mug. Once filled, he closed the tap then made his way over to the woman with the mug, placing it on the table for her.\n\n**\"Anything to eat as well, miss?\"***" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia rubbed her hands together, awaiting for the tankard to be placed beside her. She hadn't a clue what she was doing in the tavern, only knowing she was quite parched and craved alcohol. Her eyes looked around the empty tavern, noting it's dreadful ambience and the loneliness it seemed to express. However, she simply shrugged the ambience off, moving over to her broadsword which continued leaning against the wall. She missed her Greatsword. As the elf returned, Artemisia snapped her attention to him and the tankard which was placed on top of the table. The brunette gave him a nod of her head as she disassembled her interlocked hands and grasped the side of the tankard to drag it closer to her. Her brow cocked upwards at his inquiry, before simply shaking her head, refusing his offer of food.*" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*Nagnis nodded his head in response, keeping the smile on his face.\n\n**\"Very well. Do let me know if you need anything else.\"**\n\nAt that, he turned and moved his way back to the broom, continuing to sweep the floor a few feet away from the woman.*" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia pondered on his smile, curious as to why he did so for a woman he knew little of. Possibly to convince her to come back. She exhaled a sigh as she picked up the tankard of Rum, pressing the wooden rim between her lips, before angling her head back to receive the warm bitter taste of rum. Her hand lightly shook as she threatened to spill it, however, placed it back on to the table beforehand. Artemisia still felt her hands shaking lightly, noting they were drawn to the broadsword. Her lips pursed as she set it flat onto the table.*" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*Nagnis had continued to sweep the floors for quite some time, only after all the floors were clean, he stopped. He went behind the counter to put the broom away before looking over to the woman, keeping a smile on his face.\n\n**\"Still fine there?\"***" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "Marius Dorian enters the tavern. He gives a polite smile to everyone in the room and goes to a small table, taking a seat and putting his feet up. He looks up at Nagnis. \"Mind getting me an ale of some kind?\" He says before coughing. \"Damn forge smoke, it'll be the death of me.\" He chuckles. \"Also, I don't suppose you have any warm food I can purchase? I'm a bit hungry.\" He adjusts the sword on his belt and looks around the tavern, scanning faces and the furniture curiously." }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia brushed off the elf and his inquiry, applying a huff as she blew away a few strands of her brunette hair. It felt too quiet and it made her stomach sink while the feeling of dread settled in. She turned her head to the wooden door creaking open, noticing his smile as he took a seat a few tables away from her. The brunette paid no further attention, as the three were the only ones present within the eerie tavern.*" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*Nagnis looks towards the new comer with a smile on his face. The tavern was relatively empty for now, safe for the three of them. He gave a nod, getting a mug and pouring some ale into the mug. He then gave the mug to Marius.\n\n**\"We have chicken and mushroom stew with some buttered bread, or a beef stew.\"** He smiled. **\"Up to you.\"***" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "Marius smiles and hands him 5 copper for the ale. \"I'll take the beef stew, please.\" Marius says with a smile. He sits and sips his ale for a while, before turning to Artemisia. \"So, what do you do for a living? I'd imagine you're no common merchant's girl.\" Marius says with a dry chuckle. \"Myself, I'm a smith, although I do enjoy a little sellsword work on the side. I imagine you know a bit about that.\" He says with interest, whoever this girl was, he'd be interested in hearing her story." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*After the man gave his order, he nodded his head and put on his apron. He went towards a door behind the bar counter and went through, going to make his food.*" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia narrowed her eyes at the man who began speaking, before closing her eyes as she took another sip from the large tankard filled with rum. She hadn't an interest in the man who began conversing, and it was prominent in her attempts to shrug his questionnaires off. Soon, she had opened up her eyes once again and changed her sitting position to a more casual one, her head in the palm of her left hand while her elbow was sat in a fixed position. Artemisia wasn't much of a speaker nor did she want to speak, however, it was better than listening to the ringing in her ears that loudened by the minute.* \"I'm a Templar... Meaning I run around and kill shite.\" *Her tone held a stoic demeanor as her right hand lightly tapped on the table.*" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "Marius nods, his face showing that he was impressed. \"Ah! That's very interesting. How did you become a Templar? Were you recruited or did you seek them out?\" Marius, an ever chatty man didn't even notice the Templar's lack of interest in the conversation. Gods know he could've made a conversation with a stone wall if he were in the mood. Marius sipped his ale and waited for a reply, he craved adventure but his background hadn't given him too much of a chance to experience much adventure, and his desire to hear about any kind of adventure was evident." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*Soon, Nagnis would return out with a big bowl of beef stew. He placed the steaming bowl in front of Marius and placed a spoon beside the bowl.\n\n**\"There you go, sir. Enjoy your meal.\"** He said with a smile.*" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia exhaled a sigh as she answered his inquiry,* \"Recruited.\" *She picked up the tankard, taking another sip once again, before setting it down. The bitter taste made her throat tingle as she swallowed, soon clearing her throat as she added upon her previous answer,* \"Though, I did try to seek them out beforehand.\" *Her face remained stoic, however, her voice was tipsy due to the hard alcoholic beverage she had just began drinking. Artemisia turned her gaze from the man to the tasty-looking bowl filled with stew. She hadn't eaten in quite a while and the grumbling of her stomach revealed it to the public. Though, she tried to remain stoic even if the tipsiness was prominent in her speech.*" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "Marius nodded, his smile still on his face. \"Ah, that's exciting, I guess you must've been looking for a good cause.\" Marius follows her gaze too his meal and he lifts the bowl up. \"Do you want it? I can order another one for myself and you can have this one.\" He says as he motions for her to come sit at the chair opposite of him. \"Can we get another beef stew?\" He says to Nagnis. \"And a refill on my ale.\" He says with a polite smile. He hoped that offering food would be a good way to build a friendship with this lady, she seemed like she could help him find adventure." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*Nagnis gave a nod of the head and took his mug and made his way back to the bar counter. He refilled the mug and brought it back before heading off through the door to make another bed stew.*" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia shrugged her shoulders as she soon looked behind her, grabbing her sword by the hilt, before setting it on top of the table beside her tankard.* \"Good causes usually end up with many dead. I was in need of belonging is all. Also, the sword-crafters are godlike.\" *She said, lifting her head out of her palm to grasp the sheath with one hand and the hilt with the other, slowly sliding out a fragment of the blade to show its shiny steel. Artemisia had held it up to show it off what she meant by 'godlike', before laying it back down onto the table.* \"Though, I prefer my Greatsword. It's a good craft.\" *Artemisia set the broadsword back into its sheath, before resting the blade on the ground, leaning the hilt against the tavern wall. She cocked a brow as she refused his offer on a bowl, before the tavern owner soon left to make another. Food would surely help in the possibility of combat, but she had no copper besides the amount to pay for her tankard.* \"Mm...\" *Her lips formed a grim line as she observed the man who had motioned her to take a seat, which she accepted in doing. She grasped the sword, before standing upright from her seat, walking over to take the seat residing opposite of him. The brunette's armor clanked as she walked, before she sat down with her broadsword resting in her lap." }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "\"That's true, although I'd argue some causes are worth dying over. I haven't found one yet, but I'm sure they exist.\" He says as he stares at her blade. \"It's certainly is a beautiful blade, makes my work look a lump of steel.\" He chuckles as she stands and walks over. \"I insist you have the stew, I've already ordered a second and it's the least I can give you in exchange for your good conversation.\" He pushes the untouched bowl towards her and smiles. \"So, where are you from? Where do you live now?\" He says, keeping the conversation alive, as is his fashion." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*Eventually, Nagnis would return with yet another bowl of beautifully smelling beef stew. He placed the plate down on the table along with a spoon, giving a smile to the patrons.\n\n**\"Food for you. I hope it is to your liking.\"** He said, before standing up straight and making his way back towards the bar counter.*" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "\"Mm... Causes aren't everything.\" *Artemisia took another sip from her tankard, pulling it away from her lips. She didn't think much of sacrificing oneself for a cause as it usually led to nothing. Her brow raised upwards as he insulted his work,* \"All it takes is some experience and finances.\" *She looked up to the man who had placed the food in front of her, giving it an observation. It looked rather tasteful, and her stomach cried out to eat it quickly. Artemisia picked up the spoon, before beginning to consume the beef bowl, her lips curling into a faint smile as she looked up to the man,* \"I'm from nowhere and I live nowhere.\" *The brunette kept herself mainly private and this was a fine example.*" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "\"That's an interesting name. Is Nowhere a town or a village?\" Marius asks sarcastically, before chuckling to himself. \"Well, I have enough experience, my father has been having me work a forge since I could pull the pump. My problem is money. That's why I want to start doing sellsword work on the side, I need the cash and crave the adventure. Do you know anywhere or anyone that could help get me those things?\" He asked curiously as he took a bite of his own soup. \"You seem like you've been around.\"" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia noticed his playful sarcasm, however, didn't dot too much on it.* \"It's personal.\" *She continued eating the beef stew, uncaring if she appeared as an animal in human clothing as she wolfed down the stew. It felt as if she hadn't eaten in months and this was the only sustenance she should receive. Her head soon cocked up to the man who asked another inquiry, driving the conversation more than she could,* \"No one really around who would care to see you thrive. Most here would like to see your corpse in a ditch to poke at ya' with a stick covered in shit.\"" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "Marius shrugs. \"I'm not naive, I know that much. They'll still pay just as well to see me put someone else's corpse in a ditch, and I have plenty of chances to do that legally.\" He continues to eat his own food. \"Can I ask what you're going in town then? Since I assume you don't live here, or at least, aren't from here.\" Marius was determined to keep the conversation going, he was hell bent on charming this mountainous Templar." }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia pursed her lips as she averted her eyes from the man to the tavern door. She didn't know him at all. In fact, he was a stranger to her with no introduction. Her head turned back to the man, giving him a curious brow,* \"I guess you do have plenty of chances. Also, why do you wish to know so much about I, a fair but rather quiet maiden?\" *She wondered if he was hoping to seduce her or simply try and gain something that she could offer.* \"I'm here in town to do nothing of importance.\"" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "\"I'm interested in you because you're the only other customer in this tavern, I enjoy a good conversation and based on the weapons you carry with yourself, you have some good stories you could tell, if only you weren't insanely dull.\" Marius says with a sneerish laugh before downing his cup of ale. \"I'm sorry, that was rude, forgive me. I was just hoping you'd be able to help me gain access to the adventure I crave, but clearly you cannot, or will not.\"" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia narrowed her eyes as she crossed her arms and leaned back,* \"If you want an adventure, your name is vital in these sort of interactions. Also, learn that forgiveness is something I don't require. Singular words don't mean shite to me.\" *She wasn't offended per say, however, the cravings of adventure doesn't overwrite the politeness she wished to hear.* \"I can take you wish me, however, do be aware that this here sword...\" *Artemisia gestured to the broadsword,* \"Is not just for show. It carries blood of various people and I look to coat it once again. Now, introductions can be thrown here and there, but I'll call you Bean if you don't mind. Short on the tongue.\"" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "Marius grins. \"Now, I don't know if I want to become one of you Templar folk, but I'll certainly travel with you for a while. Just don't try and make me wipe your arse or anything like that.\" Marius stands and grins again. \"I'll have to run home and pack a bag, should I go now or will we go together when you're done eating? Also, Bean is fine, but anyone else besides you who calls me that gets a foot up the ass.\"" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia observed his grin, knowing she had made him happy in a sense. She looked back up to his general face, piercing his eyes with her hazel ones.* \"Well, us 'Templar folk' are rather rare nowadays, but I doubt they would take someone of your... Stature. Also, just make sure you can stick this here broadsword in anything that approaches. Preferably in the gut or the throat.\" *She finished up her beef stew, before standing up just after Marius stood, nudging her head to the tavern door as a way to answer his question in the quickest manner possible,* \"Alright Bean. We'll go as a pair until you reach your home, which is when I'll head off to retrieve my Greatsword. For now...\" *Artemisia offered the broadsword to the man, setting it on to the table,* \"Take that for protection.\"" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "\"Gods above, you're giving me this?\" He says with wonder. \"Thank you, let's go.\" Marius drops enough coins for the stew on the table and exits. \"Do I get paid for this?\" He says half joking as he walks towards the door, broadsword in hand. \"Or is this charity work?\" He says with a wink as he opens the door and begins heading home." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*Nagnis would come over to the table to collect the coins for the food, counting them out then nodding his head softly before heading back to the bar counter, putting the coins away in a purse.*" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia approached the door as Bean proceeded to confirm his possession over the broadsword,* \"No more questions until we hit your house, alright? All your questioning is starting to give me a headache.\" *She scrunched up her face as it was the truth. Her hand wrapped around the door handle, before opening up the tavern door which produced a creak of the wood, taking a step outside with Marius as she answered his newly-formed questions,* \"Usually whoever you kill have a nice pocket full of coin. But, seriously... No more questions until we get to your home.\" *Her eyes narrowed at his wink,* \"What was that for...?\"" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "\"No more questions until we get to my home, you said so yourself.\" Marius calls with a laugh as he takes a running start to his home. \"Try and keep up, I don't want you to get lost.\" He yells back tauntingly as he runs through the streets. \"Just remember, no matter what, you can't fall in love with me.\"" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia scoffed, before watching him run off. She couldn't keep up with her heavy-duty armor, however, she surely tried,* \"Hey, you bastard!\" *The armor wore her out, making her pant for air as she tried to keep him in her sight,* \"Get your ass back here...!\" *She yelled, trying to stop him from running as she managed to keep her eye on him and his directive running, before hearing him yell about his rather humorous statement,* \"Shut the hell up about that shit!\" *She followed him to his house, suffering from the sheer weight of her armor when she tried to run full-speed.*" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "Marius laughs as he continues to run. Eventually he reaches his home, way ahead Artemisia and enters it. He packs a bag with some clothes and other needed items, before turning and exiting, waiting to see how close the knight was. \"Agility over ability.\" He says to himself with a chuckle." }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia slowly reappeared, her eyes narrowing at the man as she approached. She huffed away a few strands of her brunette hair that came untangled form her crown braid, before stopping just in front of him,* \"Arsehole... I'm assuming you're packed? If not I'm leaving without you.\" *She crossed her arms over her chest, her lips forming a grim line as she awaited his answer.*" } ]

[ { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Somewhere, in a different tavern.*\n\n*Sirdan set down the bill for his drinks and food, and stood up, turning around hurriedly to leave after a good pie and beer, eager to get back to the guild for more works.*" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*The Macen and dark elf made their way through the town, Nagnis occasionally looking up at the sky to admire the stars and moon before looking back at her.\n\n**\"Do you travel often?\"***" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "\"Yes I'm ready to go.\" Marius smiles. \"Sorry about running off, I'm just excited.\" He says with an embarrassed grin. He really is excited, for the adventure and experience it'll give him. He just hopes he can make some good money so he is able to buy himself some land and enjoy a nice life." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "***\"Hm. I cant say I ever collected anything from my travels. Though... I probably have, I just do not remember them.\"** He looked forward as they walked.\n\n**\"Do you ever travel around at night?\"***" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia scoffed,* \"More excited to travel the battlefields with some stranger than stay home with loved ones. Odd one you are.\" *She nudged her head to a blacksmith that resided conveniently on the other side of the street,* \"Thought I had to run around Salvainia to get everything I needed. Guess not.\"" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa shakes her head, **\" Mm no not often traveling at night is dangerous. Bandits, and all manner of demons lurk in the night.\" Traveling by night is a good way to get robbed or killed.\"**" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He raised one eyebrow then nodded his head.\n\n**\"A valid point to not venture through the darkness. I used to find it soothing to the soul. Especially when it rained.\"** He then gave a shrug. **\"Oh well. Each to their own.\"***" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa gave the man a curious look, as she walked looking around at the small homes and businesses. \n**\" You enjoy standing in the rain at night? I much prefer the windy nights, myself. My father loved the rain as well, though for different reasons than yours. \"** (" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "\"What? You're going to go to that thief? His prices are ridiculous and his stuff isn't even that good. I'd only go to that guy if you're in a hurry.\" Marius laughs. \"And I don't want to stay at home with loved ones yet, I want to do some adventuring, I want to have stories to tell my children and make money to feed them with.\"" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia shrugged her shoulders,* \"I am in a hurry. Trying to get my ass out of this place so I can get back to earning coin.\" *Her brow cocked upwards as they proceeded to approach together to the blacksmith,* \"Mm... Still. Men like you would like the easy life. Wenches and whores following your coin.\"" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*Nagnis gave a smile to her.\n\n**\"I used to meditate for hours on end beneath the pouring rain. It was a gorgeous feeling. Should you feel the need to relax suddenly, you should try meditate beneath rainfall. It does the body good, but I shan't force the idea upon you.\"** He looked forward for a moment.\n\n**\"Were you quite close to your father?\"***" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "\"I have no interest in wenches or whores, I want a family and I want a happy family at that. I need money for that but I don't plan on working in a dark and smoky forge for a decade so I can feed my kids.\" He says passionately. \"I know you think I just want to have some stories I can exaggerate so some whore wants to bed me, but that's not it.\"" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa looked up into the sky, \" **Mmm well I'll have to try it one day, meditation has never been easy for for me.\"Perhaps, the rain shall help me quiet my mind.**\n\nVanixa looks down from her star gazing, a hurt look crossing her face before disappearing. **\" Y .. Yes we were very close he was a great man. He was strong ,bold and yet so soft hearted. A great hunter with such keen senses and a talent with the bow. He would show off often, hitting a target from such a great lengths away.** (" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He smiled widely in hearing this. He somewhat wished he had a relationship like that with his father, or even his mother. To think of actually liking one of his family members sounded foreign to him. Nevertheless, she seemed to have fond thoughts of her father.\n\n**\"That's sweet, miss Vanixa.\"** He smiled. **\"He sounds like a great man.\"***" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa looks up at Nagnis, **\" Yes he was a great man. Do you have any fond memories of your father? I know you said you all had different views.\"**" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "***\"I wish I could say the same. The relationship between me and my entire family was on a thin line from the start.\"** He smiled. **\"Though... I am fairly old. Perhaps I do not remember the moments I had with him.\"***" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia glanced over to him while the two walked, the door to the smithy coming into view,* \"Most want extravagant stories. Though, they're the first to choke on their own blood.\" *She opened up the door, before entering when a blacksmith had greeted her entrance.* \"Hey there, laddie.\" *A lora greeted the two as he hammered away at a curved dagger, flattening the metal. She gave him a nod of acknowledgement,* \"Greetings. Where's my Greatsword?\"" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "\"I don't plan on dying anytime soon.\" Marius says before they enter the blacksmith. He stares at the work spread out around the shop and analyzes it with a professional interest, letting his companion deal with the blacksmith himself. \"Fucking thief.\" Marius mumbles to himself." }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia watched as the Lora pointed to the backroom, before glancing over to Bean who had muttered to himself. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, forming a 'tsk' sound as she walked into the backroom where her Greatsword laid in pristine shape on a wooden table. It donned a new blade, however held the familiar snake-hilt that she had on her old one. Artemisia soon exited out of the backroom, Greatsword in her two-hands as the blade became prominent even in the room filled with blades; it held a shiny blade that reached for the wall with a snake wrapped around the hilt. The sword held an ominous and menacing appearance, before she soon sheathed it into its custom-sheath that held engravings into the metal.*" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "Marius whistled, impressed. \"That's a good blade, maybe he isn't as incompetent as I thought he was.\" Marius chuckles and looks to see if the man chuckles as well. When he doesn't Marius clears his throat and moves on. \"Alright, so what now? Where are we headed?\"" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia smirked as she flaunted the Greatsword in her sheath to Marius,* \"Indeed it is. I appreciate your handiwork.\" *She hinted to the smith her gratitude, before reaching into her pouch where she fished a small leather sack filled coppers. The brunette tossed it to the Lora, before turning to Bean and proceeded to walk past him.*" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "Marius followed behind her. \"Well? Where are we headed?\" He said as he walked back and forth behind her shoulders. He looked like a puppy who had just found a new owner. \"Off to fight some bandits? Off to kill a man? What first?\"" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia shrugged her shoulders as the two left the smithy,* \"First, we need to get out of the city. Head towards the minor nations to battle off monsters hidden in the skin of their victims.\" *She walked down the street, Marius alongside her as she blew a light breath from in between her lips,* \"I guess it's time to introduce myself, since yelling 'stranger' when you're about to be pierced isn't the best tactic. I'm Artemisia.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "Marius follows behind her and nods. \"Sounds like a good plan, how difficult will the combat be?\" He asks intrigued. \"Will I be running for my life anytime soon?\"" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia shrugged her shoulders,* \"Depends on who will dare to challenge me...*Us.*\" *The two approached the gates of Salvainia, her armor continued to clank and the metallic boots stomped on the asphalt road.*" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "\"I guess we'll be doing a lot of walking.\" Marius says with a chuckle. \"Although I'm happy to be walking with someone as...*Chatty* As you.\" He says with a snort. \"This will be fun.\"" }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia narrowed her eyes,* \"Indeed. Though, try not to become too chatty. Won't be able to keep up in conversation.\" *The two passed by guards donning heavy armor, before being greeted by the vast plains that surrounded Salvainia. She hadn't dwelled on the sight, moving forth on foot until a stable soon came into view.* \"Let's pick up some horses before heading out. Hate walking anyways.\"" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "Marius nods and smiles. \"Good, I'd prefer to be able to talk to a horse anyway, they actually care what I say.\" He chuckles and walks closer to the stable. \"We better make some money quick, with all these expenses.\"" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa nodded , \"** Well perhaps, it is better that way. What about your mother, surely with a face like yours she fawned over you.\" **\n\nVanixa walked a bit slower, as she looked over Nagnis face." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He gave a faint smile.\n\n**\"Not her either. She and my father shared the same ideas. That those that were not of Emberripper blood were seen as peasants. Unfortunately it seeped to my brothers and sisters' minds as well.\"** He looked back at her. **\"But it's alright. I'm glad I came out with a bit of humanity.\"***" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa smiles sadly, **\" Well, maybe one day you will have your own family. Then you can make new memories with them, and those shall be fond ones. Then when the day comes when a stranger such as I, asks about their father, they will only speak of your humanity and kindness. \"** \n\nVanixa looks back up at the night sky, walking a bit slower now." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He couldn't help but smile more.\n\n**\"My only wish is to be someone people would remember fondly.\"** He looked forward at the sky too. The stars were... Beautiful. **\"Perhaps it'll come. Who knows. I have plenty years left to live.\"** He chuckled softly.*" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa thinks for a moment, **\" I had not thought of how I wish to be remembered. Though I suppose, I would like to be remembered as being resilient. No, no as a great healer perhaps or a great member to her community. Vanixa shakes her head I'll figure it out when I am older perhaps.\"**" }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "***\"But you will!\"** He exclaimed happily. **\"Should your services be announced for people to come to you and request them, you most certainly should get the title of a Great Healer. My, wouldn't anyone enjoy that title?\"**\n\nHe thought for a bit.\n\n**\"Okay, perhaps not everyone would want that title, but it's a great title nonetheless.\"***" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa smiled, **\" Yes it is a great title but it is one of time and great magic. You already know this, when we first meet you were shocked to even think me a Herbalist. Folk do not seek out macen healers, though I hope to get more practiced.** \n\n **\"Let us return back to your tavern, I am growing a bit tired of walking now. Is there anything else you wish to talk about on the way.\"** ((." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He kept staring at her for the time she was talking, his smile fading for a moment. It had been some time since he last had someone listen to his ramblings. He was getting to the stage where he feared he would be alone for as long as he lived.\n\nThe faded smile returned. He extended a hand out to Vanixa, turning his body to face back into the direction of his tavern.\n\n**\"Thank you.\"***" }, { "author": "domniea7074", "message": "Vanixa takes the man's hand, \" No, thank you I love to talk it's one of my many vices in life. Do not look so down I shall be here for a weeks time. Plenty of time for late night walks in the dark.\"**\n\nVanixa wraps her arm around his, ** \"Now be a gentleman and escort me back home, on this dark and starry night.\"**Vanixa says, in a teasing voice at the man, a coy look on her face." }, { "author": ".sneezyanus.", "message": "*He raised an eyebrow in response to her demands.\n\n**\"M'lady, thank goodness I learned to be a gentleman.\"** He chuckled as he walked with her back towards , their walk not being too long.\n\n**\"Did not know your sight is lowered so drastically in the night that you can no longer see the pathway.\"** He chuckled a little more.*" } ]

[ { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia waved him off as she approached the stables owner, handing off some coin for his horses. Unfortunately, that was the last of her pocket.* \"Coin won't be an issue... Just try not to die. Difficult having to take two horses everywhere I go.\" *She walked over to a stable where two names were kept, one donning pure white hair while the other held the common brown hair. Artemisia picked the white one, not out of appearance, but just general build and height.* \"You get the brown one. Better I have the taller mane in this case.\" *She mounted the white mane, resting herself in the leather saddle, before grabbing onto the reigns that laid freely.*" }, { "author": "avraso", "message": "*After exploring the capital for a while Merrick decides to Find a place to stay*" }, { "author": "greekgod7274", "message": "Marius nods and mounts his horse. \"I think I'll call this girl Sadie, she's got that look in her eye of intelligence, she'll do me quite well.\" Marius says with a gentle pat of the horses side. He quite enjoyed horses and he'd considered starting a horse farm if he had enough money from adventuring." }, { "author": ".gamertime", "message": "*Artemisia nodded as she soon spurred the horse into a little gallop with her reigns,* \"Let's get going. Don't get charged by the hour unfortunately.\" *She hadn't dwelled in naming the mane, knowing its likeliness in surviving an attack or ambush would be next to none. Her horses hooves smacked against the dirt road as she turned her head to Marius who was lacking in speed,* \"Come on Bean, we need to get some distance.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "konomnom", "message": "Kin would peer at his surroundings—the bustling population and the countless of Mecans around, they really override some of the other species.\n\nDespite current impressions of Pale Onis being the most integrated into the societies of other species, Kin's background didn't permit that sort of lifestyle. *Unfortunate* On his part, but he did not care.\n\nKin followed the group humbly." }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "Nurarihyon walked out and into the urban city. Macens were loitering everywhere, with some other races mixed in between. Without a care in the world, he took fast strides towards the specified location, the `Imperial Streets`. He had been in the Salvain Empire for a few weeks now, and he knew his way around the town." }, { "author": "ward", "message": "Uwaaah... What a bleak looking party this is.\n\nThey had no chemistry at all. She knew that not all jobs were going to have people as agreeable and enjoyable Lilium, but this was just **Awkward.**\n\nYumiko silently followed along. The time for teamwork was later. Right now, she just had to focus on not being the one who messes up." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "*\"..Is this the place?\"* Kin would speak as soon as they traversed down the street for a while. There was a signboard listed on the right side of the area—**'Bouncing Betty.'** Just the bar Kalan described.\n\nHis black pupils shifted, peering towards the other two expectantly." }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "Nurarihyon would soon reach the `Bouncing Betty`. Upon reaching the place, he'd check the number of the stall to see if it matched what Kalan had told them. *21 or 22..* \n\nThere were no idle talk between the three on the way here—. *..This team is so awkward..* He'd open the door to the Bouncing Betty, entering it. He looked around the place, attempting to find a waiter of the sorts." }, { "author": "ward", "message": "\"Looks like it.\" Yumiko answered, staying near the back as she scraped her heels against the ground. Moons, the awkwardness really was prevalent. It was starting to make her slightly anxious.\n\nShe wondered how the quest would go like this..." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "The Bouncing Betty seemed to be a quiet, typical tavern. Its name was written in Silnari Standards in a large wooden signboard 6 fret across, in beautified cursive. A rare sign amongst shop, but it made sense for its mostly literate customers.\n\nMoments after the awkward Oni walked in, they would be greeted by the sight of a tired old man behind a counter.\n\nHe coughed as they entered, and then waved at them feebly. Theres a few group of people here, including a group of well dressed mage that Yumiko mighy've seen in the guild a few days ago. Only two groups were Macen.\n\nJudging by the decors and food served, this is a high class tavern. The air is slightly stale and the whole tavern smelled of barbequed meat, however.\n\n\"Hello! Esteemed customers! Here for a meal and drink?\"" }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "Nurarihyon took another step forward as he flashed a smile at the old man. \n\n\" No, we're here to meet one of our old friends! He goes by the name, Johnson. \" He spoke, maintaining a friendly tone in order to not rouse suspicion. It wasn't his first time doing discreet operations, and he knew how to keep suspicion off him. \n\nHe then looked to the Pale Oni and the Oriate, \" We're all friends of his. We met him recently at the market and he told us to catch him here. \" \n\nHe spoke fluently without even wavering." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "As soon as Kin entered, the atmosphere told him everything. Briefly, his black pupils scorched the places, examining the interior and patrons seated inside the rather polished establishment.\n\nHe kept a neutral face and simply followed the lead of the Red Oni, allowing the more friendlier one of the bunch to speak to the old man. *Looks like this Oni has brains after all.*\n\nHe'd begin to walk closer to the group, sticking beside them to signify that he wasn't detached. It should add onto the impression." }, { "author": "ward", "message": "The atmosphere of the tavern was cool and relaxed, which she was glad about considering Yumiko disliked the ordinary rowdiness found so often in these establishments. She regarded the mage who caught her eye with a raised eyebrow.\n\nAs soon as they met up with the bartender, Yumiko flashed him a bright smile.\n\n\"Yeah! We heard he's around here?\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Oh yes. Johnson, he has been waiting for you. Had a roast pig ordered for you three too. Must be good friends from Academia.\"\n\nThe old man walked away from the counter and opened a door leading to a private room in the back. \n\nIn middle of the room was a round table with some food, a well dressed Macen in silken, red clothings with a backpack next to him, and a fireplace specifically made for the room. All around a very cozy environment.\n\nThere were eleven empty seats in the room, the man seems to be daydreaming in his chair." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "\"..Thank you.\" Kin would form a very little smile on his face as he looked at the old man. It wasn't suspicious or even a little bit strange—it looked like a very soft smile one would give out of respect.\n\nWith that, he would enter the private room, greeted by the interior of the round table and delicious food on the table. The smell of the roast pig wafted into his nostrils. As soon as he was inside the room, his expression turned back to his neutral poker face." }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "\" Thank you, Pops! \" He exclaimed as Nurarihyon followed the old man to the private room. As soon as the door opened, Nurarihyon would examine everything in the room. A well-dressed Macen alongside tasty-looking food. He'd step into the room, awaiting for the others to enter. \n\nHe would wait for the last person to enter, which would be Yumiko to close the door behind them. His cheery expression would turn into a rather expressionless face. Laxed eyes laid on the well-dressed Macen." }, { "author": "ward", "message": "Following the old man into the room, Yumiko toned down the brightness of her expression and kept it at a friendly low. There was no reason to offend her employers after all— it was safe with her co-workers, but she didn't want to get that bad of a reputation in the guild just yet.\n\n\"Uhm, hello? Johnson?\" Yumiko started as she witnessed the daydreaming man, approaching one of the seats and taking a seat.\n\n\"Your 'friends' are here.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "Johnson turned toward the group and shook his head vigorously as he woke up from his slumber.\n\n\"Good day. Here to talk about business right? Sit down, have at the food.\"\n\nThere was delicious pig, flat, wide wok-fried vermicelli with plenty of beef and deep fried chicken pieces on the table. Delicious.\n\nAs the door presumably closed, Johnson would speak, as he stood up and poured everyone a cup of tea.\n\n\"Lately a group of subversive elements has been smuggling addictive alchemical products into the city. Unfortunately they are backed by some... Powerful people in the city, so we would rather not take care of them. Indeed, the idea of exposing a drug operation to the public could be disastrous for the Mayor's reputation..\"\n\n\"We need you to deal with this discreetly and send a message. Summer is approaching, and fire tends to occur easily, especially if negligent crewmembers are involved..\"\n\n\"A small carrack is docked at one of the pier at the Old Harbour, the name is *The Perilous*. And I want you three to put it in great, blazing perils tonight, while stealing as much incriminating documents as you can.\"" }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "\" ..Huh? \" Nurarihyon quirked an eyebrow upon hearing the details. The quest had stated that it was a simple Minor Group Fight— a group of petty criminals having been spotted causing all sorts of ruckus. He didn't expect.. This. \n\nHe'd look to the other two, wondering if they were as perplexed as he was." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "This was a major surprise to Kin. He expected this to be some simple rogue battle, but now it all clicked together. *The briefing, the chosen area—and ultimately this patron named **Johnson.** It was all an elaborate plan to gather suitable candidates to handle a mission that determined the fate of a few lives! Oh, how exciting.*\n\nThis excited the Pale Oni. Such a grand mission that requires utmost care in handling. Perhaps they could leave with more rewards than intended! Now this was a fair gain.\n\n*\"It would be **Our** Pleasure to commence this operation.\"* Kin spoke, clearly accepting their circumstances. There was even a small spark of glee dancing in his bleak, dark eyes." }, { "author": "ward", "message": "Ah, so they were now hiring mercenaries to take care of the corruption that ran rampant within the city? She supposed that it was an inevitability that countries were to suffer from such a thing after a while. This quest perfectly aligned with her goals— to help depose high-ranking individuals within the Empire. It would be a small step, but it was a step regardless.\n\nStill, a stealth mission? Not that Yumiko minded, she was quite an adept acrobat. Her abilities as an infiltrator were decent enough that she didn't feel nervous about the quest. Rather, she was more worried about Nura. \n\nYumiko's eyes drifted over towards Kin, who seemed to be... Very excited about the mission. Wouldn't it feel natural to be more nervous? Stealth missions tended to go awry more than a few times, and that was with trained professionals.\n\n\"...And what happens if people are hurt by this fire? Are we allowed to injure anyone onboard? Or at least, those involved in this drug operation?\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Good question.\" Johnson turned around and opened the backpack by his side, and put down three rectangular, 0.3x0.3x0.2 meters box on the table, with a slight magical glow above them, and a simple lock.\n\n\"This is a box, this is a box, and this is a box.\" He said as he laid down each of boxes,\"Magic ensures it is water repellent and protect its content from water spilling in. One for each of you, to store the documents you take. This will prove to be useful especially if you have to find an escape or entry route outside of the pier.\"\n\n\"Now, I am sure you three are eager for some combat. But you see, we need to maintain a moral high ground, but some... Collateral casualties, let's see, might be necessary, but I can see how it would be difficult to dispose of anyone knocked out or gagged discreetly when you are about to set the ship on fire..\" \n\nEven Johnson seems to be slightly perplexed by this question, it is hard to maintain stealth without the option of killing - or binding up someone safely and then eventually torching the whole ship down. Then an idea came to his mind.\n\nHe turned around and took out a strange looking wooden cube, 0.2x0.2 meters across. It is wrapped with a lot of magically-enchanted ropes.\n\n\"This is an alchemical concoction made by a dear friend of mine, when it is activated, a... Propertiary mixture of alchemy ingredients would violently combine inside the cube, and liquid fire would spill and squirt out violently from all corner. Once you are done ransacking the captain's room and where you might find documents, set this up somewhere. Then, you take the ropes and lay it out all across the room, and then you take a hard object, striking the seal on top of the cube hardly. A few minutes later the solution would be magically readied, and if someone disturb the rope, the cube would be activated. You can drag the rope almost eight meters away.\"\n\nHe held up one of the rope and demonstrated how thin and resilient it is. What a way to say he gave them a tripwire napalm bomb. But of course such kind of thing doesn't exist.\n\n\"You tie up anyone and try to not kill anyone, injury is fine. Then the next day when they come checking and find your captives, they'll accidentally set their ship on fire. Of course this approach is not as guaranteed as setting it on fire in middle of the night with possible captives on board.\"\n\n\"I leave it to you or your morality to decide what approach you want to take. Regardless of which option you chose, take this cube with you, it'll set the ship on fire quite reliably." }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "Nurarihyon would heave a sigh. He surely didn't sign up for this—. Though, since he had already undertaken the quest, his pride wouldn't let him to simply drop the quest. Nurarihyon would approach the table, taking the wooden cube wrapped in enchanted ropes in hand and keeping it in the pocket of his Kimono. He'd also take the rectangular box that would be used to keep the documents and slip it into the other pocket on the other side of his Kimono. \n\n\" I'll keep this. \" He looked to the other two, telling them. He'd await for the other two to take their respective rectangular boxes as well. He'd continue looking to the two, examining and noting down their facial expressions to see how they felt about this quest." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "Kin would listen accordingly, looking at the objects Johnson brought out and forming a basic understanding in his head. He had done discreet operations before but on his own terms. Most of them end in just a flash and he got what he needed.\n\nBut this was on a scale that it could ruin a mayor's reputation of it went wrong. Despite it being a minor matter, Kin could see a few possible outcomes that could come out of a mission incomplete.\n\n*The goal of this mission is to make sure they aren't **Seen** By anyone. Surely, those captives are bound to know their identities, but as long as they cannot trace their roots back to the guild, then things can't escalate to a chaotic degree.* Now **That** Was Kin's field of expertise.\n\nKin would take the rectangular boxes used to store the documents and brush it inside his cloak and slipping it into one of his satchel pouches attached to his waist. As he watched Nura take the explosive box-device, he would simply nod in acknowledgement." }, { "author": "ward", "message": "Yumiko certainly had no problem with murdering a few macen here and there. Though if she wanted to maintain a good reputation, being known as a ruthless murderer to her higher-ups might give her a harder time moving up the ranks of a guild who keeps their moral standards high. How perplexing.\n\nShe picked up a single box herself, stuffing it within the folds of her yukata. She didn't seem to particularly dislike or like the quest that had been given. It was just a job to her. The only things she'd feel displeased by was if the reward was unsatisfactory.\n\n\"..Understood. I'll try my best to be discreet.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Now, of course, the statutory reward of 150 silver split between the three of you would not be satisfying for a quest of this magnitude, so depending on how much documents you manage to pilfer and how useful they are, I will add on some extra tips, paid to you directly by Kalan. And of course, if you find anything valuable onboard the ship itself you are completely free to pilfer and relieve the occupants of these properties. I wouldn't care a single bit.\"\n\nHe hoped that the motivation of a legally-sponsored burglary would help ensure the adventurers are eager to complete this job.\n\n\"At six o clock tonight a scrawny looking Macen, light-skinned Macen would be waiting for you outside here. He will take you to the docks. It will still be open at night and there will be cargo workers working all day, after that point, it is on you three to sneak into the ship and perform what I requested. Try to not sound the alarm.\"" }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "\" ..Understood. I suppose we're free till then. \" Nurarihyon looked to the others. \n\n*..I suppose we should discuss a few plans for a quest of this magnitude.. I'm definitely not returning hope with a mere 50 silvers in my pocket—. We need to salvage more important documents..* \n\nHe'd then speak, looking to the two before he looked to the Macen man, \" Shall we discuss our strategy for the night? I'm sure you're at least generous enough to lend us the room, no? \" \n\nHe'd take his seat, leaving his war hammer on the empty side of the table as he made himself comfortable." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Of course, you may lend the room and use it as you please. I can take my leave, or simply sit here and enjoy the fine food served here.\" He laid back on his chair, content to relax until the adventurers was done." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "Kin would sit down as well, tucking his hands slowly into his cloak as he rummaged one one of the back satchels attached to his waist. He felt for the opening and dug his hand inside, pulling out a small, wrinkly fruit—a *Date.*\n\nHe'd plop it into his mouth chewing. Now that will get a few engines churning. Looking over to the others, he supposed that perhaps they had their own plans in mind. Hearing them out would allow him to formulate his own strategy to maximize his profits." }, { "author": "ward", "message": "Yumiko certainly wasn't opposed to the prospect of more money. \n\n\"Yeah. I think a quest of this magnitude warrants a discussion between all participants.\"\n\nShe was already seated— she didn't know why the others didn't just take a seat beforehand. Setting up an arm onto the table, she propped her face while waiting for one of them to open up and get more in-depth with the discussion. \n\n\"So how are we going to do this?\"" }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "*..What a pain.* Kin would leer both left and right to the other two before swallowing his treat, savoring the sweet flavor that stuck onto his palette. \n\n\"First, we need to find a way to get onto the ship without being noticed.\" Kin began. \"Attire check first. The clothes you both are wearing aren't suitable for hiding.\" He'd state. \"Even a blind rabbit would spot you from a mile away.\" Not that he could blame them. None of them had expected the mission to turn out to be a secret, undercover operation meant to deal with traffickers." }, { "author": "ward", "message": "Yumiko tugged at her yukata, breathing out a defeated sigh. She had just gotten dressed and now she had to change once again? \n\n*What a pain...*\n\n\"I'll get right onto it. It shouldn't be hard to find a tailor with some dark fabrics to cloak myself in... Oh, I have a mask back in the inn as well.\"\n\nIf they were ever seen, the mask should be able to protect her identity. She just had to be careful not to let her unique hair show too much in the cover of darkness. A disguise wasn't that big a problem.\n\n\"You shouldn't worry about me making noise either. I'm accustomed to being discreet.\"" }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "\" ..If you're implying that we change our clothes, I **Won't**. \" He bluntly stated. Nurarihyon's kimono wasn't worn for mere decorations— it was a magical gear that protected him, ensuring his safety. Besides, his clothes possessed the `Hushed` enchantment which means that it was optimal for stealth if you exclude the vibrant red colours. \n\n\" —We can simply wear a cloak over our clothes. \" He continued. He wasn't planning on changing his clothes, but he didn't mind a black hood to cover it up. \n\nNurarihyon rarely did missions that required stealth as whenever he was hired, he was hired for his strength— and clearly, his huge stature didn't help with stealth-related missions. He then looked to Yumiko who seemed to be able to handle herself. \n\n\" ..We'll have no problems with that part. The next question is, do we split up or stay together as a group? If we stay together as a group, it'll ensure our safety, but if we split up, it'll be far more efficient. \" He spoke, listing the benefits of the two ways to do this quest." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "*\"Split up.\"* Kin immediately replied. \"Efficiency is key in this. As long as everyone does their part, then this mission will be a success. The tide will change if one of us get caught.\"\n\nAt that instant, the Pale Oni's eyes gleamed, a small smirk on his face. *\"But I'm sure us 3 qualify as **'Pages'** For a reason.\"* It would be absolutely foolish if either of them got nabbed and compromised the success of this mission. Kin would give that fool more trouble than they are already in.\n\nWithout hesitating, he'd continue. \"Since the layout is that of a small carrack, there isn't much to navigate around. The key documents are going to be locked and kept inside the captain's headquarters. Hence, we need 2 things;\"\n\n*\"A distraction and impeccable timing.\"*" }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "Nurarihyon would agree with his statement. They were all Pages as they showed some sort of capability to protect and fight for themselves. He didn't mind the fact that they were going to have to split up— after all, like Kin said, efficiency is key. \n\nAfter hearing what Kin said, he immediately raised his hand. \n\n\" I'll be the distraction. \" He offered with unwavering confidence. Being a distraction was simple—, he simply had to be strong enough to protect himself and possibly overpower his enemies. Besides, if he did this, he wouldn't have to wear an ugly black hood— not that he minded about his external appearances. And Red Onis are known to be barbaric. A rampaging Red Oni or two wouldn't rouse much suspicion. \n\n*But if I'm going to be the distraction..*\n\nHe'd take out the explosive wooden cube and placed it back onto the table. If he were the distraction, Nurarihyon wouldn't need this." }, { "author": "ward", "message": "*Urgh, if only Lilium were here, this mission could be done in just a few minutes.*\n\nYumiko had started to miss her elven companion already. Her skills in magic would've been useful in both setting alight the ship and creating a distraction. But as her Uncle Han always said; become a person who can deal with the problem before you. She'd reap the rewards soon enough.\n\nShe raised an eyebrow towards Nurarihyon as he volunteered for the position of distraction. \n\n\"I don't think that would work. These men are doing this in the cover of legality— if you are planning to attack them you would only make yourself a crminal in the eyes of the law. You'd be branded as a dangerous individual and sent to prison until we could otherwise prove your actions were justifiable.\"\n\n\"Which... Is tedious, but possible. But that would mean we would have to give up the fact that we were doing dirty work for the Empire, and that still lowers the mayor's reputation. Forgive me for saying this, but there is a chance your race might make the legal process a little harder due to... Certain prejudices.\"\n\n\"That being said, if you have any ideas on creating a distraction that wont land yourself in too much trouble, I'm all ears.\"" }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "*\"...\"* Kin would listen to the Oriate speak, justifying her claim that the Red Oni acting as a distraction wasn't a good idea. In fact, he also had to agree that down the road, it'll be troublesome for the Red Oni race. *Well, it isn't like they **Don't** Have trouble already..*\n\nCasualty rates also had to be taken into account. Lethal measures can be taken, but at the cost of disposing of blood. As much as Kin would like the Red Oni to make a ruckus while he and the Oriate dealt the inside job of tying up captives, some people could piece the 'puzzle' together and even track them down.\n\nThere were a lot of risks, but then again—*What kind of plan doesn't have risk?* After a few moments of thought, Kin spoke once more, eyes trailing towards the Oriate in particular.\n\n\"Then I suggest **Blending in.**\" Kin began. \"It is a risky game, but I must add that this is the only 'game' that reaps the most favorable outcome that nobody would know we were there.\"\n\n\"Think about it. Onis are uncommon, but not hard to come by if you're from places that are far from the city. You can picture yourself as a rogue Red Oni, far from home. Far from your Clan.\"\n\n\"Might I also add that your.. Personality and charm can come into play. Among us three, I can clearly say without much doubt that you are the most socially adequate.\" A smirk danced on Kin's lips." }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "\" Mmph.. \" Nurarihyon heaved a sigh. \n\nWhat the Oriate said was indeed true. Him being the bait might just cause more suspicion. He'll begin brainstorming for more plans— till Kin spoke up. He'd look to Kin, slightly bewildered.\n\n*Blending in..?* \n\nNurarihyon's mercenary missions often end with a blood-stained sword— blending in was something done by the `weaker` mercenaries that couldn't solve their problems through strength.. Or at least, that's what he had always thought. But in this situation, blending in seemed the most plausible and efficient solution. He also didn't expect the Pale Oni to suggest such a plan.. He took the Pale Oni's personality as someone rather haughty and arrogant.\n\n\" ..Blending in might work but how do you suppose we get closer to the Captain's quarters? \" He spoke, asking the small demon." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "\"..Leave that to me.\" Kin always had a few tricks up his sleeves. It wasn't the first time he had to infiltrate some hideout and gather loot. How else would he have survived until now?\n\nHis gaze would then trail to Yumiko. *\"I'll have the Oriate with me to maximize our findings.\"* He'd state. \"She can also be the one who holds the device.\"\n\nHe would look back at Nurarihyon. \"I understand how protective you are of your attire and your pride as a Red Oni, but understand that if we come to a circumstance where you stand out too much, an attire benefitting of a common crew-mate is necessary.\" He'd explain. \"These monsters are backed up by powerful individuals who will do.. *Oh-so* Terrible things to us if we get caught.\"\n\n**\"I'm sure letting a bit of your pride go is better than losing it entirely.\"** Kin concluded with a light chuckle." }, { "author": "ward", "message": "Oh dear, it does seem like this Nurarihyon fellow was getting the harder job out of the two. Killing people and stealing things was much more simpler than playing an entire crowd of dock workers. \n\nWell, even if he was caught, Yumiko wouldn't face as big of a fallout. The only mission was to sink the ship and gather evidence of their wrongdoings. If she made enemies with an entire syndicate, she'd enjoy slaughtering every single one of those lowlives.\n\nWho knows? Maybe if she got a few names, she could blackmail these 'powerful people' into giving her a better foothold in the empire.\n\nWin! Win! \n\n\"I'll do my best to assist you.\" Yumiko replied curtly, \"I am your sword and shield until the night is over.\"" }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "As Kin spoke, Nurarihyon simply nodded till he heard his last sentence. Nurarihyon's expression would change, showing a rather ticked off face. It was practically an insult to his strength. For the rather prideful Red Onis, and Nurarihyon himself, Kin was getting on his nerves. \n\n\" ..Hey, dwarf. \" He spoke, then continuing, \" Want to be one of the few hornless Onis in existence? \" He threatened menacingly as he stood up, pushing the chair back and grabbing his War Hammer. His skin would slowly redden as the red teardrop markings grew even redder to match his ever reddening skin. \n\nHe knew that whatever Kin said was true but his chuckle at the end simply annoyed him even further. Nurarihyon's teeth would begin to grow sharper as he growled. His overall body size would remain the same but his muscles would now appear to be more defined." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "*'Awwh!~ Is the wittle bwig bwaby offended by the mere truth? Oh, I'm so terrified and scared!~* That *Nearly* Slipped out of Kin's tongue. Unlike the Oriate, who was intelligent and *Reasonable* Enough to comply and adhere to his terms without picking a fight, this Red Oni seemed to have too much pride clouding his already *Dense* Thinking. If it weren't for the circumstances they were in, Kin would've gladly defended himself.\n\nHowever, he forced himself to smile, giving off a very *Eerie* Aura to his rotten mood. *\"Ara, ara..\"* He'd wave his arm carelessly, exhaling a loud sigh. \"Calm down, hm?\" He'd quirk an eyebrow, crossing his leg over the other. \"You do realize that if you were to attack me, you'd be held accountable for deserting this mission and assaulting a fellow team member.\"\n\nKin's black pupils sharpened, eyes narrowing—at that moment, his voice deepened. **\"Stand down.\"** He'd spat. **\"Or do you really want to see who becomes the hornless one?\"** If Nurarihyon had any ounce of logic in him, it would be to pretend this argument never happened. At this point, he could tell either the Oriate or Johnson was going to step in if it got too rowdy." }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "*Me..? The hornless one..?*\n\n\" ..BAHAHAHHA. \" He'd burst out into a laughter.*The Pale Oni sure had a great sense of humour.* \n\nHe'd look to the Pale Oni's expression, realising that he wasn't joking. \n\n\" A **Mere** Pale Oni, dare to threaten me..? \" His voice grew increasingly in anger as he revealed his true form. His skin was a dark maroon red as his horns elongated and grew bigger in width. His irises became a crimson red, replacing the normal dull colour. Both his teeth and his nails grew much sharper. \n\nHe wasn't particularly looking down on the Pale Oni race, but he regarded the Pale Oni as the weakest of the three Oni species. The Red Oni were strong, the Blue Oni were masters of Arcane and the Pale Oni had speed, that was the status quo. But looking at it from a different perspective, it meant that the Pale Oni, once caught, are simply no more than flightless birds. In an enclosed room like this, Nurarihyon would be confident that he'll win. \n\n\" *Maken.* He'd mumble as a crimson arcane circle appeared beside him. From it emerged the familiar long Odachi. He'd let go of his war hammer, leaving it on the table as he gripped his Odachi. The moment he gripped it, it'll burst out into flares, coating the blade in flames." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "*\"How troublesome.\"* Kin scornfully indicated. \"How typical of the Red Onis—to jump to violence to settle their disputes. I had more faith that you weren't like the majority of your Clan.\" He spoke, almost pitifully. *\"I guess I was wrong.\"*\n\nThe Pale Oni didn't even bother transforming and wasn't phased by the flames dancing on Nurarihyon's blade. Instead, he eyed him straight in the eyes. Yes, when it comes to brawn, the Red Onis have it all, but the Pale Onis are small for a reason. Speed, precision—the ability to adapt and survive in the toughest of situations.\n\n*Kin's pride wasn't in violence or the capability to fight in wars, but the ability to adapt and be open-minded to environmental changes, even if he didn't get along with others in a social perspective. **HE** Was on the upper hand.*\n\n**This situation was mere folly in his eyes.**\n\n*\"We don't have time for this, Nurarihyon.\"* Kin hissed. \"Time is money. If we want our plan to work, then cooperate.\"\n\n\"I may not be the party leader, but I think the fellow Oriate here will agree that if you were to breach your standing and assault me, it is a direct offense to the Guild's policy as a collective organization.\" Kin continued, finding himself more irritated. *\"I'm sure you don't want to create a bad reputation for yourself.\"*\n\n\"So stand down, or face dire consequences that you will never be able to repair.\"" }, { "author": "ward", "message": "\"Well... To be honest, I'd prefer if my party members didn't try to kill each other on the first day. The sexual tension is quite high already.\"\n\nYumiko said, ready to bring out her Talismans should this situation escalate more than it already did. The mission was simple enough that she could do it herself without help, but she didn't like seeing fellow minorities squabble over something so petty as power and pride.\n\nThose concerns were for Macen, not for them.\n\n\"But yeah, this will just reflect badly on you Red. I understand you're pretty ticked off, so just hire some assassins to kill him with the reward money after the job.\"" }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "\" Never be able to repair, you say? \" He laughed. The Pale Oni spoke as if the New Sunlight Guild had influence in all countries. Yes, they indeed might be a large organization and a famous one at that, but travel to another large country and you can practically start anew. \n\nHe didn't argue that the Red Onis often jumped to violence. That was indeed true, and they, as a tribe were rather prideful of their strength. He looked to the Oriate girl, sighing.\n\n*She didn't do anything to deserve a cut in pay cheque.*\n\nHe'd sigh as the Maken dissipated into flames. His skin would grow paler as they regained his Macen appearance. The elongated talons, obsidian horns and sharp fangs would regress as well. His eyes grew lax as he sat back down. \n\nUpon hearing the Oriate's words, he'd laugh, \" AHA! I like you, Missy. \" \n\nHe spoke, his cheerful tone back to normal. Nurarihyon then shot a glare to the Pale Oni. He'd have to bear with the boy for now.\n\nPutting aside his pride, he'd look to the Pale Oni.\n\n\" Continue with your plan-making or whatever. As long as it isn't too unreasonable, I'll go along with it. \" He huffed." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "*Good. That was seriously retarded.* Kin scornfully thought as he'd pick a date from within' his cloak and plop the fruit into his mouth, chewing briefly before swallowing. *Much better.* ~~Praise Satan~~ Bless the Demon King that it didn't escalate to a full-blown fight. Otherwise it would prove naught to the gains waiting for him at the other end.\n\nHe'd return to his neutral poker-face and continue, talking as if the argument never happened. \"Anything else left to discuss before we prepare our materials?\" He'd quirk an eyebrow at the two, waiting for each of them to speak. He'd gently rub the edge of his mouth, wiping off a bit of the sugary substance from the sweetened date." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "Johnson, or perhaps, *The* Johnson, would've watched the whole situation unfold in front of him. It seems that the Red Oni's passion for violence almost made him forget that a fourth person was in the room. \n\nHe was sipping tea and eating peacefully, listening to the adventurer's plan without showing much emotions. That is until a certain Red Oni drew sword.\n\nShocked, he dropped his cup and it rolled on the table, pouring out green tea as he spit out tea in shock. He turned his face just in time to avoid spraying tea onto anyone's face.\n\n\"By Ulnos, would you two please not kill eachother before the mission's even started!?\" The Johnson reacted a bit late, and then thought on how to provide a distraction for the two. He tapped his head.\n\n\"Is the Oni and Oriate amongst you two a good swimmer?\"" }, { "author": "ward", "message": "\"..Right! This should be important. What exactly are your abilities? If we're working together, it would be best if we knew how to play off each other right?\"\n\nYumiko suggested with a raised hand, gaze now focused on Kin. She didn't really know the difference between the Onis, but it seemed like the pale ones were more eloquent in their speech. Nura seemed like a classic brute, but he didn't seem to be the type of person Yumiko would ncessarily *Dislike.*\n\nWhilst the Red held the aura of pure, raw intmidation, the Pale one seemed to be far more unsettling and dangerous. Her Aunt Sol once warned her that a cunning snake was much more dangerous than a proud lion.\n\n\"My abilities are—\"\n\nShe was abruptly interrupted with the sudden interjection of Johnson, whom she forgot even existed. Yumiko metaphorically clicked her tongue in irritation.\n\n\"I can swim.\" Yumiko confirmed, \"It depends on how 'good' of a swimmer you require.\"" }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "As the situation was going back on track, a certain familiar voice popped into the conversation in an instant—he would look towards Johnson who had a late reaction. He didn't say anything and was at ease, until his question made him flinch. A bit.\n\n**..Fuck.**\n\nKin would exhale a puff of breath and look off to the side, admitting with a slightly sour tone. *\"I can't swim.\"* He'd mumble. It wasn't that.. He couldn't swim, actually. He could learn things with ease and swimming would've been an easy feat—*If he wasn't scared of water depths.* He could handle shallow pools, but when it came to the depths of the sea below, it was an entirely different story. That was why he avoided swimming and stuck to land." }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "Nurarihyon looked to Johnson, totally forgetting about his presence in the room. Perhaps he was simply too agitated before to remember that their employer was present.\n\nUpon hearing his question, he'd simply nod.\n\n\" I can swim a few miles— not as great as the M'lysta folk though. \" He spoke. In Nurarihyon's century of living, he had of course, hunted and fought on the sea before. Swimming was pretty much a prerequisite for most Mercenaries.\n\nHe'd look to the Pale Oni who reluctantly admitted that he couldn't swim. \n\n\" ..I can carry the young lad if need be. \" He continued, putting his hatred for the small Oni aside." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"That might be a good idea. I've listened to you all talk about creating a distraction. But boarding the ship from the pier is not the only way in. If you could, you three could swim under the darkness of the night - A very terrifying experience, but no one would quite notice you. The weather is quite cloudy today and you could sneak in and climb your way up the ship, retrieve the documents, and then sneak back out before the ship is set on fire.\"\n\nJohnson suggested, hoping that the adventurer is good enough to perform a waterborne assault." }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "\" ..Very well. Actually, I can submerge in the Water for quite some time. My Kimono is enchanted with the Lesser Blessing of the Sea. Basically, I can breathe in water till a certain depth. \" He told the others of his Kimono's abilities, in case they need it to formulate a plan. \n\nThen again, he needed to carry Kin as he swam so this ability might not be used this time around." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "The thought sent obvious chills up his spine. However, he forced himself to put a neutral expression. At Nurarihyon's most *Kindest* Offer, he seemed to have no choice but to accept it, though risking the possibility this brute might drown him underwater and leave him for sharks. **If he tries anything, Kin isn't going down `alone`.**\n\nHe actually had ideas on a waterborne assault where they travel the ship—but because of his fear of depths, that was why he avoided the plan entirely. Nevertheless, since it was brought up by.. —*His eyes gleamed.*—**Johnson**. It was a new possibility.\n\n\"..Then our entrance to the ship can be through water.\" He'd grunt. \"Then it begs the question—will the Red Oni still act as a distraction or stay in hiding like us as we split?\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "Johnson turned toward the Red Oni,\"That's for him to answer, is it not? If you are coming through the water in the dark, a distraction may still help. Still, an extra hand on the ship might help deal with any unexpected patrol. I reckon there might be a few trusted men onboard patrolling.\" \n\nHe held his hands together, interlocking his finger and tapping on his own hand, waiting for the Red Oni to answer." }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "\" ..I suppose as the rummage through the Captain's quarters, I'll stand guard. We don't necessarily need a distraction. \" He spoke. Distractions are indeed useful, but even without it, the patrols were likely to be on an hourly or so basis. If they could do it fast, then there'd be no need for a distraction. Though, if any of the patrols were to walk about and find them, all the Red Oni had to do was knock them out before they could scream for help. \n\nHe'd then look to the Oriate who had been quite quiet. \n\n\" ..What do you think, Missy? \"" }, { "author": "ward", "message": "They found the Oriate helping herself to a large portion of the meals, having been eating beef and chicken the entire time while they were busy discussing this swimming strategy. She had been idly listening here and there, but it was nonetheless a dreary discussion.\n\n\"Hm?\" She looked up, mouth stuffed with meats, swallowing before giving any answer. \"Yeah, I'm fine with whatever you guys choose to do, so long as it works.\"\n\n\"But uh, I still need to know what you guys can do.\"" }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "He looked to the girl, quite literally, helping herself to the feast. He'd heave a sigh as he replied. \n\n\" ..I'm basically an expert blunt weapon user and a swordsman, that's practically all about me. \" Nurarihyon stated, keeping his abilities simple. He wasn't lying, but perhaps he was omitting some parts of his capabilities. Though, this should be enough for the girl to know what he specialises in. \n\nHe'd then follow suit, taking a drumstick from the table and began munching down on it. \n\n*DELISH..!*" }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "*\"..Wind mage. Assassin. My expertise lie in close combat and utility of speed.\"* Kin would explain briefly, inspecting the food in front of him as he took a small piece of chicken wing—he'd sniff it briefly before feasting on it, planting his legs on the chair as he leaned backwards, almost like huddling. \n\nSlowly by slowly, he would transform back to his Oni form. His horns elongated and curled at the ends, black pupils shrinking with an additional white slit that cuts it in half—nails that became prominently longer and of course, fangs that protruded from his mouth. Kin was actually rather hungry thanks to the journey and the discussion, so he savored the chicken wing he feasted on. He also took a moment to quench his thirst with a burst of water, drowning the cup.\n\n*The food was exquisite.*" } ]

[ { "author": "ward", "message": "\"If I had to describe myself, I'd say I would be both of you.\" She said, staring at Kin as he transformed into his true form. In contrast to her superior concealment abilities, it seemed like theirs did not even try to hide their true nature. The horns were still visible, all it did was show a more... Unsettling visage.\n\n\"Pseudo-mage and warrior. My strength is likely comparable to Red there with magic,\" She gestured over to Nura. \"-and I have the utilities of a caster like Kin— namely healing, barrier making, and projectiles. I'm good at both, but not heavily specialized.\"\n\nYumiko decided to follow the Pale Oni's example and took a glass of water for herself, emptying the glass in but a few seconds.\n\n\"If that's all, then we should most likely get going?\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Indeed.\" Johnson answered, and then examined the group in the room before him with his eyes.\n\n\"Then, go and prepare yourself, I suppose ropes and the like would be needed for this, and perhaps something to climb up the ship with. The Perilous is docked at the fourteenth pier in the old harbour, and have a Salvainia royal flag on it. No figurehead, and a carrack of perhaps, three hundred tonnes. There shouldn't be too many men onboard at night, as the crew's on shore leave.\"\n\nTapping his fingers against the top of his hand, he continued,\"Remember to get it done today, once the crew get onboard then it will become much more troublesome.\"" }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "As Johnson explained and finished up the briefing, Kin would've doused the last bit of water from his glass down his throat. In a brief moment, his Oni facial features were concealed and he returned to his regular form.\n\nRising from his chair, he'd await the others to finish up their meal. Shopping was one thing, but he needed to know what they intended to do before they proceeded to the docks." }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "Nurarihyon would look to Yumiko as she described her abilities. He'd listen attentively. *A swordswoman and having magical skills.. Looks like the missy is fairly strong herself.* \n\n`How dependable.` \n\nHe quickly gulped down a glass of water to quench his thirst before looking to his Employer. \n\n\" ..Duly noted. \" He said, nodding his head. He'd soon stand up and leave his seat, bowing in a traditional 90 degree manner in the direction of his Employer, \" Sorry for the trouble caused. \" \n\nNurarihyon would apologise for the ruckus from before. He'd then rise from the bow, heading off to the exit. Nurarihyon would leave the room, and the bar. He'll soon be back at the streets outside." }, { "author": "ward", "message": "Yumiko pushed back her seat and got up silently, following her party members out of the inn and into the streets.\n\n\"I can do shopping independantly, so if you'd like we can meet at the docks later? Unless you guys would like to go shopping with me?\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "Before the party left, Johnson pushed back and made a off-hand remark,\"Might want to buy a suit of cow bladders for your not swimming friend.\"" }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "\" I don't mind splitting up but.. We should at least have a list of items we each need to buy. So that we won't overbuy. It'll be a waste of money if the things we bought were the same, after all. \" He'd huff. \n\n\" ..Then again, it's up to y'all. \" He continued. He personally didn't mind if they had no plan on what to buy— he'd just buy all the necessities that he needed for himself." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "Kin would flinch lightly and look over his shoulders, glaring briefly at Johnson before heading out of the room with the group.\n\nThe Pale Oni listened to the conversation and stated. \"We need a grappling hook and rope when we climb on the ship itself.\" He'd state, looking to Yumiko. *\"I'll accompany you.\"*" }, { "author": "ward", "message": "*Yumiko nodded at Kin's suggestion, already beginning to make her way towards the nearest markets.*\n\n\"I'll buy myself a cloak at the local tailor and grab my festival mask from my room. It shouldn't cost more than a few pieces of silver after all.\"\n\n*The process didn't take very long. Yumiko sped through and bought herself dark coloured cloak and picked her kitsune-styled mask on the way. For the grappling hook and ropes, she utilized her rank as Page within the New Sunlight to comission for such gear, renting out at least three pairs for each of them.*\n\n*Soon, they'd make their way to the docks, where their plan of action would begin.*" }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "Nurarihyon simply followed. As soon as they procured their items, it was split amongst the three of them and they were soon on their way to the docks. They'll wait for night to fall before executing their plan. \n\nOn their way there, Nurarihyon would spent his money on some beverages and snacks, costing a total of a cheap 40 copper." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "The dock were still somewhat lit, as it wasnt fully night time yet, and it is currently Summer.\n\nThe target was sitting still anchored next to the pier, with token crew of two guarding a gangplank that led to the ship.\n\nA few crewmember seems to be sweeping the ship's deck, and one is fixing the rigging.\n\nThere are a few dockworkers around in each pier, many of them seems to be retiring for the day." }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "Nurarihyon looked around, observing the pier. He'll soon find the `ship` that was described. He'd go over the characteristics of said ship again in his head. \n\n*Fourteenth pier.. Salvainia Royal Flag.. A carrack of perhaps 300 tonnes with no figurehead..*\n\n\" ..That's it. \" He mumbled, looking towards said ship. It was not heavily guarded, as per informed. \n\n\" ..Let's wait till night fall. \" He looked back to the two, informing them." }, { "author": "ward", "message": "Yumiko sucked in a breath of anticipation at the sight of the ship. There it was indeed, her target for tonight. \n\n\"I've never commited arson before.\" She said in a low voice, \"Let's hope that the mission goes smoothly.\"\n\nShe made her way to a secluded and inconspicious location where she could wait without being spotted. Yumiko had already donned her black cloak, sitting in silence as she awaited the time of the infiltration." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "The rest of the day would pass without problem, unless anyone amongst the group started troubles.\n\nAn hour and a half later, night fell on, and the dock is now dark. The token guard crew had been swapped out. This new pair sat on the side of the ship with their lantern on a bunch of crates unloaded earlier.\n\nNo lights came from the ship, except for two men who seems to be walking around on the deck. Today is quite cloudy, and so there were barely any source of light reflecting from the water here. Some rowboats sat loose near some of the piers. The water is bound to be a bit cold, however.\n\nFrom the nearest pier to the ship would be roughly 200 feet of swimming, if they simply jumped off the beachside. There were some patrols watching for anyone attempting to steal, but it would be easy to avoid them." }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "As night fell, a grin would slowly emerge on Nurarihyon's face. \n\n\" *It's time.* \" He mumbled softly, but it remained audible for his two companions. \n\nNurarihyon looked to the ship, spotting any patrol and guards that were in the area. He'd notice that although there were patrols at the beachside, the chance of getting caught would be much slimmer than simply diving into the water here. He'd walk towards the beachside leisurely, as he awaited the two to follow. \n\nHe had his grappling hook and ropes under his Kimono and were hidden appropriately." }, { "author": "ward", "message": "Yumiko strapped on her kitsune mask, securing it tightly to her face. She had fully found herself under the cover of anonymynity alongside the cloak; she wouldn't be recognized, even if she was spotted. Unless someone had magic that was able to find her anyway.\n\n...Did that kind of magic even exist? If it did, that was scary.\n\nSilent were her footsteps— at least, as silent as she could make them. She wasn't fully trained to be an infiltrator, but her naturally agile and lightweight body made the job relatively easier.\n\nFollowing Nurarihyon to the beachside, she'd take a head start, slipping into the waters and beginning to make her swim over. She knew that Nurarihyon would be faster than her, so it was vital to take the time to move when she could to waste less time. At a moderate pace, she'd attempt to reach the side of the boat, where she would eventually climb up with the others once they reached." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "Kin would near the waters, looking at the boat near lengths away. He could not shake the feeling that something *Wasn't right.* The fact that there was such low security rubbed Kin the wrong way.\n\nAs someone who spent sleepless nights burning the midnight oil studying and learning on his own accord at public libraries, such a large stage where illegal trafficking was involved should be taken into very careful consideration.\n\nEspecially if such a deed was backed up by the most powerful people of the state—wouldn't this tarnish their reputation? Shouldn't there be more to it than meets the eye? Kin couldn't determine whether they were mere fools or just secretly prepared. For all he knew, when the three of them boarded the ship, they could be hit with some kind of magic that will *Instantly* Jeopardize the mission **And** Their safety.\n\nThe Pale Oni was about to take one more foot into the water before he paused, realizing his mistake that could've let him to drown—as the night was cloudy, little moonlight reflected on the water surface, making it dark and swampy. **That did not sit well with the non-swimmer, who actually detested swimming in large pools of liquid.**\n\nHe would notice Yumiko having already begun her swim, drifting through the water as if she were natural-born merfolk. Looking over his shoulder, he'd look Nurarihyon expectantly, knowing he was the only one that could act as his carrier underwater.\n\n**That idea didn't even sit well with him.** But since Johnson suggested it and the two didn't object to such an entrance, Kin couldn't put up a meaningless fight." }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "Nurarihyon would stretch a bit, taking his time before entering. At the pace Yumiko was swimming, even if Nurarihyon started a minute late, he still could catch up. He gauged the distance between the ship and themselves. \n\n\" ..About 200 feet, I suppose.. \" He estimated, using his vast experience as a Mercenary as a base for his estimation. *..200 feet.. Well, I can reach there in less than 15 seconds then... But with this burden..* He'd look down to Kin, noticing that he was looking back at him. \n\n\" Shall we go then? \" He'd force a smile.\n\n*..The thought of carrying such a demon on my shoulders..* \n\nHe'd sigh as he hoisted Kin over his shoulder. Kin was relatively light and with Nurarihyon's strength, there won't be much trouble carrying him. But carrying him and swimming was a different matter—. It might hamper his abilities to swim, albeit only a little. However, if they were spotted by an enemy with a bow— they'd be sitting ducks. \n\nNurarihyon as discreetly as possible would enter the waters with Kin. The waters were cold— but bearable. He'd begin swimming, making steady yet large strokes towards the ship with a single hand. The other laid on Kin's back, supporting him and ensuring he doesn't drop into the seas." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "Kin simply gripped on for dear life. *Bless the Demon King—Oh, praise the fucking Demon King..!*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "The route to the ship would be mostly safe. The water, as expected, would be somewhat frigid. The group reached the side of the ship without any problem. It looks like only two person were walking around the top of the ship.\n\nThe way from the waterline to the top of the middle of the ship was only 6 meters approximately, however, the forecastles and the aftcastles on the carrack was much taller, and climbing there would take almost 8 meters of climbing - more importantly, the aftcastle was quite close to the dock and could be illuminated by the light coming from it.\n\nFrom their perspective, they could see a pair of faint light coming from the middle of the ship, until they closed onto it successfully, whereupon the light could still be seen faintly, leaking out from the siderails in the middle." }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "Nurarihyon would stop right at the side of the ship. \n\n\" I'm counting on you, dwarf. \" He smirked as he picked the Pale Oni off his shoulder with both hands. Then, with great strength, he'd throw the light boy upwards, angled in such a way so that he would land on the decks of said ship. \n\nThis wasn't planned at all but he knew that the Pale Oni had ropes on him. After Kin got up, he could simply lower the ropes down for Yumiko and Nurarihyon. \n\nThen again, he'd have to wipe out the enemies on deck smoothly and without making any sound." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "The ice-cold water had made the Pale Oni feel sick—he remained quiet all along the way, gripping onto Nurarihyon and even digging his sharp nails lightly in so that he had a better grip. *In the Demon King's name—if this brute tries anything funny, he wouldn't go down alone.*\n\nAs soon as he felt Nurarihyon pause, he would open his eyes and look upwards, trying to ignore the water that lapped against his body. \n\n*'I'm counting on you, dwarf.'*\n\n**—Oh, this motherfucking asshole..** As he felt himself being slushed out of the water by a powerful hand, Kin would watch as the world rapidly changed around him and he was sent soaring with the cold wind blowing against his body—*God, he fucking hated that Oni—*\n\n**THUMP.** Kin would land onto the deck, eyes glowing briefly in a yellow hue." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "**THUMP**\n\nWas what the two guards, both Macen of average height and build, heard. The two were dressed in a pair of rough cotton shirt and pants, somewhat worn down, illuminated by the lantern in their hand. They were talking to eachother next to the forecastle when they heard the sudden loud noises. Both of them carried a light saber sheathed by their side.\n\nBoth of them turned around to the source of the noise, only a few meters away. Naturally, Kin would've landed in the middle of the ship, the lowest point of the carrack, and that was also where the guards were at.\n\nAs they dizzily recognized an intruder was present, their hand started to reach for their sheathed saber. Their mouths were going to open soon.\n\nKin is roughly 10 feet away from the guard." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "**Go.**\n\nHaving already activated his `'Vapor Trail'` ability, the boy wasted no time in dashing forward in a quick burst, leaving a zipline of trail-wind behind him as his hands dug deep into his cloak. The moment he was within' 3 feet of the guards, he'd side-step, taking one foot to the left and bringing out his right hand where he had gripped onto one of his daggers.\n\nHe'd duck his head and rake his arms across the side-torso of the guard, inflicting a very deep wound." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "Both of the guards were drawing their saber with one hand, holding their lantern with the other instinctively as the pale oni charged him with unnaturaly velocity.\n\nAs the dagger slashed across the side of the guard, the guard screamed, only to be interrupted midway when the dagger cut across one of his rib and collapsed one of his lung. He dropped onto the ground with the lantern shattering on the ground, spreading out a small fire.\n\nOn the other side, the other guard has drew their saber and stepped forth, slashing at the side of the pale oni, hoping to cut his arm while he was busy attacking the other guard. But more worriedly, he managed to scream out something.\n\n\"**GUARDS!**\"\n\nIt was loud enough to be heard around the pier. The two guards standing near the gangplank is sure to be alerted soon, and it might not take long before the entire pier is alerted." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "Kin activated another burst, drifting forward and avoiding the slash. He'd take one step forward and hoist himself in a backflip, drawing both daggers out as he landed behind the other remaining guard. In one swift moment, he'd make a quick 'X'-motion of his arms and sliced downwards across one shoulder blade diagonally down to the hip bone. Once he had done that, he would lift his feet forward and ram it into the spinal cord of the individual, sending him falling forward.\n\nAs for the other guard, he would dig a dagger straight into his chest. The fire had begun to spread. *As much as Kin hated to admit it, he **Screwed** Up by not killing them quicker. But what did the fucking Red bastard `expect`?!*\n\nHe would shove his daggers back into his cloak and hurry towards the railings, the grappling hook still attached to his back. Immediately, he'd hook the ends to the railings and throw down the rope to where Yumiko and Nurarihyon were still in the water. After doing so, he had a head start straight into one of the obvious rooms—supposed the Captains' quarters. The scream would've alerted some people—and so will the fire. **They had to hurry. All three of them.**" }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "\" ..That useless dwarf.. \" He'd mumble before grabbing Yumiko by her cloak.\n*The Pale Oni clearly needed support.*\n\" You're next. \" Mustering his strength once more, he hoisted the girl upwards the same way he did with Kin.\n\nAlthough they had grappling hooks, Nurarihyon highly doubted the durability of the hook. It surely won't be able to support an Oni weighing about a 100kg.\n\nNurarihyon then quickly swam back to the pier. Someone clearly had to take care of the rest of the guards. \n\n*Back to the rampaging Red Oni plan.*\n\nHis skin reddened as he dipped into the waters, increasingly swimming faster." }, { "author": "ward", "message": "*Moons afire!*\n\nEverything was **Not** Going according to plan. There were various mistakes, lack of communication, and definitely a lack of professionalism going on between the party members! She should've seen this entire thing coming from the moment she took this quest with these demons!\n\n\"W-Wha!?\" Yumiko exclaimed in hushed tones, blushing slightly as she felt Nurarihyon's strong hands clamp onto her body. She only had a moment to prepare herself before she was **Tossed** Upwards onto the deck.\n\nLuckily, the Oriates were accustomed to falling from high places. She gracefully tumbled and landed, her springy nature allowing her to recover from the fall much easier. The first few seconds were spent analyzing the battlefield before her— *Two guards, one injured, possibly lethal, another uninjured. Macen.* ***Macen.*** *These guards were Macen.*\n\n``Hashimoto.``\n\nHer ancestral blade summoned itself into her hands, and she immediately went to action. In battle, Yumiko was a creature of instinct, there was no stopping. If she stopped, she would die, that's how the battlefield went. With both hands wrapped around her blade, she proceeded to try and slash the uninjured man's throat open— if not decapitate him altogether." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "The guard stepped into his slash, only to find him missing as the Oni dodged out of his way. He immediately pivoted on the foot and turned toward the Oni as he flipped, slashing diagonally from left to right, once again aiming at the Oni's side.\n\nWIth only a minor difference in reaction speed and fighting prowess, and with the guard fighting for his very life, it would not be easy to simply run to his back and stab him, especially as the guard has the longer weapon here.\n\nThe other guard, unless the pale oni figured out a way to deal with the counterattack and take out this guard at once, would've still survived, with fire licking at the side of his torso as he attempted to crawl away feebly.\n\nIf Yumiko were thrown up, they would arrive as the guard attempted to make a counterattack. With the uninjured guard busy fighting the Pale Oni who is turning around, his back or side would be exposed to Yumiko. Unless Kin killed the guard first somehow, his head would be rolling from Yumiko's attack the next turn." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "Kin would duck under as the saber soared above his head and immediately he'd kneel on one leg and use it as a pivoting balance while he shifted his body across, outstretching his left hand and slicing the guard across the leg. At the next moment, he would brunch his legs and bounce upwards, his other hand raking outwards and cutting the guard upwards from groin-to-neck." }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "Nurarihyon soon reached the shore of the pier. He swam at a constant pace of 10mph. *Ah. I just thought of a great plan.*\n\nHe took a deep breath... \" **GUARDS!! THEY ARE INVADING US FROM HERE!! COME QUICK!! THEY'RE ESCAPING!!**\" \n\nHe screamed. He'd then immediately dip back down into the water, around 30 meters deep so that the guards won't be able to find him. He might be proud of his strength but he wasn't planning to fight a full force of trained guards. This was simply a measure to stall time for the two." }, { "author": "ward", "message": "\"Deal with him, please!\"\n\nYumiko said, her voice sounding... Oodly cheerful? It was merely an attempt to mask her actual voice but it came out rather queer. There would be an improvement someday, but right now she had other things to worry about. She immediately started running towards the Captain's room.\n\nThere was no time. Yumiko went into a stance and activated ``Meandering Dance``, increasing her speed as she started frantically searching the room for any documents she could find." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "The guard's saber missed its head, and he immediately turned the saber for a downward cut. Before he could complete his cut, however, a dagger slashed his leg and made him lose his balance, and then he was stabbed in the groin, but not before he managed to bring the saber down on Kin's shoulder with the last of his force. At the same time, briefly, he felt cold steel on his neck...\n\nThen, nothing.\n\nThe guard's head rolled on the ground and his grip loosened on his sword, the saber clattering against the deck of the ship. His lantern dropped onto the ground, but unlike the other one, **His lantern stayed intact, allowing someone who cannot see in the dark to pick it up.** As the two guards from the gangplank walked up to the source of the scream, they saw the dead body of two of their comrades. Well, only one is actually dead, but they presumed otherwise. And two fiery intruders.\n\nThey had no intention of chancing their life and immediately retreated back, shouting ,\"GUARDS\" Again.\n\nThe Red Oni's voice or deception failed to convince or deceive any of the two guards at the dock, or the group of dock patrols that seems to be rushing into the ship.\n\nThe Pale Oni would have no problem searching in the dark for the documents. The luminescent petals would help Yumiko, though not as much as dark vision or a lantern.\n\nOne after another drawers and lockers were opened, and some of them were locked with the keys nowhere to be found, they can of course, break them open. The diary and partial shipping logs could be found by Yumiko - There's of course no time to figure out which one is relevant." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "As the guard fell dead, Kin could feel the rumbling of footsteps nearing. His eye caught sight of the lantern, and he immediately took it, running to where the Captain's room was left open and shutting it behind him. He wondered where was Nurarihyon—but that muscle-headed Oni probably had others plans, so he had to focus now.\n\nThe smell of petals wafted into Kin's nostrils and as he deeply panted for air, he realized the room was already illuminated with luminescent flower petals. As such, he set the lantern onto the table and hurriedly began to search, wasting no time as he rummaged through the thousands of papers scattered messily onto the table.\n\n*Kin's eyes began to glow,* Activating his `Vapor Trail`. He'd use one burst to speed from one end to the other end, collecting all necessary documents and taking out his storage box to keep the discriminating evidence. Since he also took Nurarihyon's cube, he **Bothered** To 'fill his plate' with some of the.. *Lesser* Documents. He quickly skimmed through the contents and tore apart any that seemed to be of no relation to the case. He just hoped Yumiko had already set down the **Trap** By now." }, { "author": "ward", "message": "Yumiko quickly stuffed whatever she found into the waterproofed box.\n\nIn feverent haste, she laid down the napalm box and untangled the ropes, having them strewn about the Captain's room. There wasn't much grace to whatever she did, but she didn't care about making her traps look pretty at the moment. Her increased speed certainly helped her this time.\n\nFinally, she struck the seal on top of the cube with the pommel of her blade, activating it. The solution would be ready in a few minutes, and she wasn't waiting around to see if anyone triggered it—\n\nShe made sure to push the table onto the ropes, so that the pressure would immediately cause the ropes to activate later. If not, someone who came in here would certainly trigger the ropes anyway. \n\n\"Let's leave!\" She said to Kin, deactivating her magic.\n\nYumiko took her waterproofed box and ran out of the door, speeding as quickly as she could. She used the rope which was leftover by Kin to smoothly slide downwards into the sea, her gauntleted hands making sure that her skin didn't suffer from friction burns." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "Kin would immediately dive out of the room after Yumiko, tucking the boxes swiftly into separate satchels so he knew whose box was whose. Both of them were nicely packed with documents—*Incriminating ones.* As Yumiko skid down the rope, Kin didn't even bother to use it—instead, in the heat of the moment, he simply dove straight into the water—\n\nHe felt his body crash right in—and he **Loathed** It, flailing his arms drastically for someone to pull him." }, { "author": "ward", "message": "**T-That idiot!**\n\nYumiko almost wanted to scream. His splash would certainly alert whoever was near the ship by then. There was also the fact that the man didn't even know how to swim..!\n\nMoons, this job was going completely south.\n\nShe grabbed onto Kin's hand to pull him up from the water, letting him support himself against the ship. Though, she wasn't staying around to hold his hand for long, as she started to swim as fast as she could without rousing suspicion. Hopefully the dark cloak would hide her amongst the swaying waves.\n\nThe Pale Oni would have to find his own way out of this situation.To be honest, Yumiko wasn't strong enough to carry him through all that sea." }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "Nurarihyon would turn around to notice the two. Yumiko was visibly struggling with carrying the Pale Oni. Nurarihyon dipped into the waters once more as he swam as quickly as he could towards the two. As he swam, he'd realise that the ship was not yet set aflame. \n\n*..They won't do such a sloppy job.. Right?* \n\nHe convinced himself that they had already set the Napalm Bomb down. Before he reached where Yumiko and Kin was, he'd dip down into the water, activating *Herculean Strength.* His body would glow red briefly as magical energy coursed through his veins, boosting his strength by 4. He dipped down in the water to do this so as to not catch any **More** Eyes. He'd then quickly begin swimming back to them. As soon as he reached the two, he'd hoist Kin onto his right shoulder.\n\n*The urge to drown him now is strong— but I suppose I did mess up a few this time.. And they did most of the work..*\n\nHe'd look to the Oriate, seemingly visibly tired as he hoisted her up his left shoulder. He'd then begin to slowly swim back. He was a proficient swimmer, but this did indeed screw up his balance a few— but it was manageable as long as he took a slower pace. And with his strength and buff, he could sustainably swim." }, { "author": "konomnom", "message": "Kin would grasp onto the side of the ship, using the small ledge for support as he watched Yumiko just—\n\n**SWIM THE FUCK AWAY—**\n**...**\n**...**\n\n\n**Kin was never going on a quest with these two baffoons ever again.**\n\nThe boy would grip tightly as he stared at the water—God, he risked his *LIFE* For those two. He should've went into the quarters and took all of those documents **FOR HIMSELF.** *This* Is why he can't trust others..!\n\nHe was simply stuck there, thinking—Until he felt a strong arm hoist him. **Bless the Demon King.** But both of them were still very high on his kill list.\n\nHe stayed wordless as he was carried to shore." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "One of the patrol running toward the pier heard a strong splash in the water. But luckily for them, the lantern in his hand wasn't strong enough, and they couldn't see clearly with the ship docked a few dozen feets safely from the beachside. The way they jumped would of course, be opposite the side of the pier, so the guards on the pier could not see them either - and none of them were going to take a dip in the sea to chase after them.\n\nAs the entire dock is alerted and bells ringed, Yumiko and Kin might find their journey in the harbour taking longer than they expected, with guards and people running around the shore - including the spot where they took off, they will have to take a longer detour to go back on shore safely.\n\n**On the ship**\nThe guards rushed onto the ship to investigate, finding two dead guards on the floor. One of them walked into the burglarized quarter - with its door wide open and a lantern illuminating some strange rope. The moment the guard stepped in, a massive burst of ferocious, liquid fire bursted into the entire room, and covered his breastplate, leaving him screaming in excurciating pain as he burned alive. Drops of the liquid fire flew out from the quarter, igniting part of the ship's rigging and its deck.\n\nTwo guards bravely rushed forward and dragged away their burning comrade, while others ran in fear. Their burning comrade was successfully rescued, burned half-dead and choked on smoke, and they managed to put out the flame on him in time. He was immediately carried away by the guards beelining straight for the nearest healer to save them." }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "Noticing patrol near where they first took off, Nurarihyon immediately changed directions. He paused for a moment, looking around to find a suitable spot before proceeding. The two were fairly light, *Thankfully*. If he was carrying a fellow Red Oni, this would have been twice as hard. \n\nAs he continued swimming with the two, he'd often look back to see whether the ship would be set aflame yet— and thankfully, at the second time he looked back, the cube shaped bomb they were given seemed to have worked its wonders. A grin would appear on Nurarihyon's face as he watched part of the ship begin to burn. \n\n*Hope it'd spread.* \n\nHe then continued swimming, detouring to avoid all the patrols. Soon, he'd reach the shore. He'd hoist Kin and Yumiko onto the shore as he got out of the waters himself. \n\n\" Good work. \" He smiled. Clearly, the two weren't going to be pleased with him after that tossing incident." }, { "author": "ward", "message": "Yumiko found herself panting heavily, coughing just a few times to get the sea water out of her. She peeled the mask off her face, showing a very discontented face. This entire quest ended up in flames.\n\n\"That... That was a big mistake.\"\n\nThis was the first job where she had performed so poorly that she wasn't even sure if she was going to get the reward or not. She was just... Left to deal with the aftermath. The disappointment and the shame of underperforming. This was a step **Down** From her usual— it was going to leave a bad mark in her career as a mercenary in New Sunlight.\n\n*Making mistakes and being bested was a rule of life. Experience it, and it will ensure that you will never grow unrefined.*\n\nYumiko took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She had to become someone who could deal with this. \n\n\"Thank you, Hyakki.\" She said, pushing away a strand of wet hair from her face. \"You saved us.\"\n\nShe decided that blaming anyone was just going to sour the mood of the situation further. There was nothing to change at this point, so it was best to just go back to the guild and try to salvage whatever she could. With that, she began her discreet journey back to the New Sunlight guild." }, { "author": "doofiez", "message": "Seeing that Yumiko was making her way back to the guild, he'd assume that they had secured the documents required. Nurarihyon simply nodded as he followed the girl back. The quest was a blunder, but it was a fun experience nonetheless— at least, for Nurarihyon. It's been awhile since he swam after all! \n\nAs he walked, he'd give glances to Kin, seemingly traumatised by the waters. *I wonder how did a proud Oni get so scared of mere water..?*" } ]

[ { "author": "ansari", "message": "**Bouncing Betty, a middle-class inn in the well to do district of the city. Late afternoon.**\n*Nadris, a tall, muscular looking steppe elf, sat on a chair next to one of the table. Before him was a tankard of small wine, which he seems to be sipping from. The elf himself was dressed in a simple set of purple-accented thin linen shirt and pants. On the floor beneath him was a backpack, and a breastplate that rested below him.The tavern was full of well to do people, and seems to be quite busy.\n\nThe steppe elf picked up a menu and started reading, wondering what food to order for the day.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Curiosity emitted from Soraine as she peered carefully into the tavern. Clearly fit and nimble, the female elf slipped into the tavern at the blink of an eye at an unnaturally fast rate only then to slow down shortly after.The murmurs and buzz of the tavern enveloped Soraine as she continued walking across the room until the sight of another elf caught her eye.\n\nSoraine gently sat on one of the chairs at the table that Nadris was at then picked up a menu. Her astral blue began scanning the text in front of her.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The steppe elf's eyes fixated on the menu item of,\"Grilled steaks with potatoes and cameline sauce\". He has been a carnivore ever since he was born, and the dish looked delicious. \n\nHe set down the menu to place his order, but took a customary sip from his cold mug of small ale first. Then, the sight of the high elf caught his eyes. Elf wasn't very rare in New Salvainia, but this elf's blonde hair, striking visage, and blue tattoos were visually outstanding.\n\nAnd then she sat in front of him.\n\nHow could he not start a conversation?*\n\n\"Hello! A fellow adventurer, are you?\" *The steppe elf asked cheerfully.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Moments passed of Soraine looking at the menu yet she ultimately decided not to eat anythining. The concept of hunger had always been a peculiar one to Soraine as she never really felt the need to eat. A faint smile crossed her lips for a moment, recalling a time where one would continuously scold her to eat as it was one of the last things on her mind.\n\nThe smile soon disappeared as she picked up the mug of ale to take a sip. Once placed down, her astral orbs began to study the steppe elf in front of her. Nothing seemed to be too out of the ordinary about the male elf's appearance. Soraine then perked up once she heard the elf in front of her speak.\n\nSoraine paused thoughtfully for a moment before replying carefully, \"Greetings. I guess you could say I am an adventurer... What brings you here?\" The female elf didn't quite know what title she should address herself as yet.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Sirdan blinked at the elf, wondering why she isn't ordering something. For him ordering food was quite an ordinary matter of course. He rose his hand and waved over a waitress, placing d own an order for the food while the other elf studied him.\n\n\"I'm also an adventurer - One from the Selnari Khanate, I came here for work - the city offers plenty.\" There was plenty of work to be found in New Salvainia, the capital of a massive, prosperous, yet decentralized Empire.\n\n\"And you? You have striking hair and tattoos, you're a foreigner like me too, right?\"*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Soraine's pointer finger began to trace along the carvings scattered across the table they sat at. The ornate table itself was made from some rare wood which piqued her interest. Her eyes glanced over the steaming food that the waitress brought over. Once again, her attention shifted to the male elf's words.\n\nA small laugh escaped past her lips as Soraine glanced down at her appearance. She could understand the thought that the way she dressed and looked was somewhat strange, at least compared to the others in the tavern.\n\n\"You'd be right. I am also a foreigner here. Although I've noticed that must not be hard for others to figure out,\" Soraine spoke a bit quieter, motioning to her notable appearance.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*In contrast, the steppe elf seems to be used to this tavern by now, so the furniture never surprised him. The waitress brought in the food after a few minutes of lull, along with a cold mug of iced ale - a rarity in summer, but not altogether unheard of, as many an ice mage seek alternative way to earn money.\n\n\"No doubts your look stand out.\" He looked over the elf's gears and weapons, if she was carrying any. If there was a cultural universal amongst the elves, it would be archery - long lived species are well suited to killing their enemies from afar.\n\n\"Have you found any work then? Salvainia always have use for a good archer.\"*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would keep his weak human ears open to hear of any gosip witch may be useful* \"Keep close now\" *He would say holding out his hand for her to take as he feared he would easily loose her while his mind would be wavering*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Inichi has decided to take his hand, tough she would slow down a little to make it seem more as if Kibaru wasnt holding her hand but dragging her, Inichi was quite good at lying, which she as well can count into acting, most of the times she does not act, yet into some occasions she does, then, Inichi would have continued the path, looking at the various buildings, inspecting them from afar, like also looking at the macens-**" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would continue foward giving some Macens a mean look as if to scare them away form his 'slave'. Eventually he would reach a libarywhere he would go into with her to buy some books for her as well as use his money to pick up 3 book for himself* \n\n\"Take it \" *He would say demandingly at her as he paid for the books*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Inichi took the books from Kibaru, as then, she looked down at the books, trying to read the title while holding them, following kibaru she probably has left the library alredy, ignoring the macens around due to not wanting to make any unwanted problems.-**" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He bought her 4 books, 2 about the bioligy of Macens and other Humanoid creature, though he did buy those under the book as the were kind of ilegal. The other was the basic muscle structure of beasts and the other about the bones, horns, claws and fangs of beasts and how to examin the difrence between diffrent types of animals on their bites, scratches and footprints*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Inichi would look around, and then at Kibaru, as she had to ask him another question, due as she wasn't sure if she still is safe, because she overall is scared about most of the things in villages, Inichi quickly thought of the questions, quietly speaking to Kibaru-**\nAre we leaving now?.. It's unsafe if I stay in a village too long.." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"We can stay at an inn nearby, the I know the keeper and he owns we a favor. Don't worry, he won't juge of give away the fact an Oni is staying at his inn\" *He would say moving towards the direction of the in*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "Make sure no one tries killing me.. It's.. Not safe to stay in such places for too long.. But if you say it's safe I can believe you.. You can keep some money I gave you..\n***-Inichi was rather terrified of an idea of staiyng in place where Macens are on daily basis, tough basing on how Kibaru was acting, not stressed, she decided it's better to belive Kibaru, adding to fact he gained much of trust from her.-**" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would go to the inn, renting a room and going to their room, though the people kind of gave him a weird look, he would repay them by staring back at them with a murderous aura.*\n\n\"Here we go.\" *He would say entering the room after she had entered it*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "It's not as cold as outside.. I will go sit somewhere.. I don't think people enjoyed seeing me..\n***-Inichi has walked towards the wardrobe inside the room, going into it as she sat down inside of it, closing it as she has opened one of the books, the inn room was rather warm inside, despite that she was used to cold temperatures, Now reading, she wasn't sure why even Kibaru rented a room for no reason, as she could have rested well inside ground like she did before-**" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Ok, I'm going to be out for a few seconds, I'm going to get us something to eat. Don't open for anyone other than me, ok?\" *He would say as he stepped outside, but waited for her response before leaving*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "Yes.. Okay.. But you can just keep the keys.. I will sit inside this wardrobe..\n***-Inichi has responded to Kibaru, not leaving the wardrobe, she continued reading, now also waiting for him to come back-**" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would lock up and have an hour later, he would return with some food with him aswell as a few sweet deserts. He also had som clothes with him* \"I'm back, sorry that took so long...\"" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Noticing the doors being open, due to the sound, Inichi anticipated that it may be Kibaru, peeking out, she would notice Kibaru being there, aswell as the food and sweets, never getting to eat the sweets she was quite unsure what that fancy looking food was, or even if it was food, She mainly focused on the meat, Going to Kibaru, she has in mind asking him for some of the food.-**\nSir Kibaru.. Could I have some.. Of this food..?" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well it would be exetremly rude of me to eat infront of another\" *He would say handing her half of the food. Thoug he would keep the sweets and the clothing for now*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "Half of the food..? I do not each usually but I can't eat too much.. I'll try eating to be satisfied tough.. \n***-Inichi has went to some place to eat, mostly next to a wall so she could rest her back, Sitting down she started eating, after some time she ate most of it, tough continuing to eat still, Inichi seemed like she enjoyed the food, mostly as she was hungry by past theese couple days.-**" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would quickly eat all of his food with ease after he has locked the door and transformed back to his original form. He would enjoy his food as he rested his back againts the door* \"This is good, I must say\"" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "Mhm.. It is nice.. The food.. Also thank you for the books.. I think I won't learn too much from theese.. But I will learn some, definetly.. I think that the books are gonna be interesting..\n***-Inichi has held the books Kibaru purchased for her, Thinking what should she do next, having a slight idea, Inichi needed help of kibaru tough, looking up, and glancing at kibaru she would ask.-**\nIs there a possibility.. To bring a alive animal or macen there..? Most likely restrained or also unable to speak macen.. I want to train, and test something.. But I cannot use it without usage of an alive creature.." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well...\" *He would stay quiet as his ear flintched. Seconds later, he would catch a mouse bringing it to her* \"Will this do?\"" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "Small animal.. Uh.. I'm sure it could work.. Can you hold it..?\n***-On Inichi's palm a purple/black magic circle, with a pentagram symbol on it has appeared, it was slowly rotating, onto the sides, as she was ready to use her ability, Inichi waited for Kibaru's response with patience, most likely she seemed like she understood the ability.-**" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would nod, waiting for her, trusting her* \"Go ahead\"" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Inichi lowered her hand, which was now very close to the Mouse, most likely almost touching it, yet close enough for the magic mark to touch the Mouse, She has held it up for couple seconds, as so, after couple seconds she took back her hand, as the mouse started flailing aruond, due to the size of the mouse the spell would be way more effective due to also low capability of the Mouse's brain, alot of negativity, desperation and overall wrong emotions flewing into the Mouse has done, after a short while the Mouse has died, mainly due to it's low brain capability the Mouse died out of fear, Inichi has seemed worse too, as her eyes seemed darker as she was slightly twiching her eye-**\nDone..." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*The mouse would have died of fear, but Kibaru quickly act and crushed it in hi palm, ending it's suffering. His gaze at her would also change a bit as he saw her not having much regaurd for what she has just done. He would remain silent as he would move to a coner where he caught the mouse, going to his knees*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Inichi has watched Kibaru, about what he was doing, her eyes glancing at the mouse getting crushed has kept her attention, eventually she has stood up, walking to the wardrobe as she stopped once again to watch if the mouse will be thrown away or put down, or anything else that would happen to the mouse, as it was dead alredy, she thought simply not making food out of it would be a waste-**" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would put his hand toghether* \"May your mind and sould find rest. May the God of Hunt reward you for living in the circle of live. May you join your ancestors and find peace\" *He would pick it up again and set it a blaze with blue flames slowly consuming his body untill even his bones would disappear into smoke*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Dissapointed in not getting to eat it, she has looked down with her dark eye pupils, sitting down inside the wardrobe she had closed it, as then she would have enough spade to lay down somewhat, she did resting her head a bit up, Laying down mainly on wood, she decided to go to sleep, being rather scared of being inside the place where there's a lot of macen's she took out a book, reading it while laying down, eventually she was unable to go asleep [timeskip if your character went asleep]-**" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would lay againts the wardrobe, warming her in both heat and presence of security...*\n\n*...The next day the sun would rise and he would slowly wake*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-As the sun arisen, Inichi was barely awake, due to her not sleeping last night, she was also unaware of Kibaru being around, tough feeling warm as when nearer to the wardrobe doors, not opening it yet, she would stand up, and then open it as she noticed Kibaru was there, walking slowly, trying to not wake him up she looked at the hole the mouse went out of, due to her being able to see in the darkness [as of her trait] she looked if there were more mouces.. She felt like capturing one for future tests, waiting it out she eventually put her arm to the hole, grabbing one mouse, luckily the hole was big enough for her arm to fit in.-**" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru was actually awake before she would exit, he would just act like he was sleeping, but he decided to speak* \"Now-now, you've already tortured their father enough as it was. If your hungry, I still have food left\"" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "No... I.. I need one just in case.. It's just a Mouse.. I can... Test on it in..48hours... I won't let it die... Until then.. \n***-Inichi has spoke up, with rather tired voice, holding the mouse she would put it into her bag, mainly to a jar, she was not really thinking much now, as she forgot to even make small holes for the mouse to breath, putting the mouse into the jar she hides it in the bag of her, closing it, she would glance over a Kibaru-**\nSo... Are we alredy ready to leave the... Village... Dangerous.." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would stand up and look down at her with a bit of anger* \"It's just a mouse to experiment on just like you're just an Oni I can easily kill with my hands... I will not allow you to take that mouse with you\" *He was quite serious now and he seemd allot scarier now that he was angry*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "You will kill me... Ah... Okay... I.. I will let go of the mouse.. I got.. Too freecare.. It won't hapen again... Don't kill.. Don't kill.. Inichi shall keep herself quiet..\n***-Inichi has took out the jar out of her bag as she opened it, leaving it on the ground, the mouse was free to go, also as the jar did not belong to her due of it belonging to the inn anyway, She would glance at Kibaru, rather fearing his words, being scared she lowered her head trying to not speak more words, not to anger him.-**" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Stealing aswell... I hope you know I'm helping you out and putting my neck on the line for you here. I hope you know that stealing make people like you even less and experimenting on animals does not make it any better. You would not like it if I was to hurt you and terorise you for my own gain and let you die slowly.\" *He seemed more angry and disapointed in her than actaully wanting to kill her*\n\n\"The first rule of hunting is to not let your prey suffer as it is both bad carma and it spoils the meat\"" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "Stealing... I did not know that... I think that I do not understand some of things you say... I am sorry tough... Don't hurt me.. I am sorry.. Do not raise your voice.. Just understand.. I didnt know I did something wong.." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He would kneel before her, raise her head using his hand on her chin so she would be looking in his eyes* \"Listen, If I'm not mean with you, then you won't understand this is wrong. It's called punishing by having someone else be in a state of fear while they're doing something to intergrate that same feeling everytime they do that thing. It's how parents teach their children and how tamers tame their animals\"" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "I don't think parents teach like that.. They are mean.. Parents hurt.. And make me feel bad.. They never taught me anything what's wrong.. Unlike you probably.. Because you think of parents diffrently than me.. I cannot think of anything else than despair, that's how my ability works.. I have to give my parents tough.. They taught me that.. They taught me that.. So don't be like any parent.. All they do is abuse.. So that's why you have allies I belive.." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"You're wrong, parents don't abuse, they teatch their young, The people that had you were no parents if they only abused. A true parent teaches their ofspring of their mistakes and ways to prevent them, passing on their wisdom\"" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "It's just as you say, I am weak.. I can't even shapeshift, that's why they were dissapointed, I understand them.. I've forgiven them alredy.. But I won't go back to my birthplace.. Only my allies.. Just if I knew where they were..\n\n***-As Inichi felt quite ashamed, due to the lecture she got as if a father lectured their child, she decided to go out of the room, Inichi has went downstairs to the inn, most likely only watching people around inside the inn, she did not wish to reveal herself alone, because as a demon, if she was alone she would most likely be captured, tough she sat down on stairs, only peeking from the stairs, being quite tired still.-**" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Alexi entered the Inn, he honestly was quite exhausted after his travels and surveying, he had progressed further in taing down notes for his map on this region though. He was an okamimi but he had his ears and tail hidden as to not draw attention to himself... Humans seemed to have an obcession with those that werent of the same kin as them. That wasn't his biggest problem though, he frankly had very few real problems at the moment seeing as he had just arrived there, hopefully there werent people there that would want to stir trouble with him... That seemed to happen a bit to aften with him. He could only hope though as he approached the main counter to rent a room.*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Watching the man near the counter, Inichi has noticed his face as a familliar one, tough she could not be sure at all as she was too scared to try to see the person clearly, due to alot of Macens around she would be really in trouble, watching the man, she thought it would be a problem if he started walking there, Inichi did not hear Alexi's conversation with the Inn keeper, tough, she kept watching, out of her own interest due to the face of the 'Macen', being most likely unmoved for now, she continuing watching with interest.-**" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Soon enough, the conversation with the inkeeper turned to discussing payment for the room for the night. It was a simple 18 copper for the night so Alexi moved his hand towards his money pouch that was tied to his belt, next one of his two daggers, he grabbed the pouch and pulled out the required 18 copper and set it on the counter as the inkeeper turned around to grab the key to his room. As the inkeeper did this, Alexi took a look around the lobby of this in, soon resting his gaze upon a familiar looking girl upon the stairs leading towards the upper levels of the inn. Now, Alexi had a decent memory so he remembered who this person was so he gave her a quick wink before looking back to the inkeeper, whom was holding his key out to him. He took the key and noticed the room he was renting was on the second floor, upstairs, this brought a smirk to his face as he turned and headec over to the stairs in which the oh so familiar girl was sitting.*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Noticing the wink from the man, Inichi was unsure what it was for, tough she noticed that he has noticed her, making her feel less comfortable.. Tough due to the familliar face she had a clue who it may be, which quickly made her calm, Inichi has gotten suprised, pleasant feeling for her as it was one of the 1st people she met that actually smphatized with her, she did not really smile as she has recently used her obelisk ability, which Alexi probably should know about likeaswell as the drawback, afterwards shortly she got to a one higher tile of the stairs, simply to wait for him while having more of herself hidden from people, Inichi has also thought about if it surely was Alexi, as she could have mistaken it, and it could not have been alexi, tough she wanted to believe, that's why she did, now waiting for Alexi to go up the stairs patiently, she kept sitting down.-**" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Alexi had quickly reached the stairs as they werent too far from the counter; as he started climbing them, slowly exiting the view of the people he revealed his ears and tail; two unmistakable features that were unique to him. He was no macen of course, instead he was an okamimi; a race that looked like the result of a courtshib between a macen and a wolf. That wasn't important though, the fact that he had come across Inichi after quite a few years surprised him to say the least. He vaguely remembered the time he had spent with her, though he may need a bit of a refresher as his own work had overwritten that set of memories. He continued up the stairs just until he was one stair below the girl... He wondered and hoped that she recocnized and rembered him, it would make the next interaction a bit easier for him.*\n\"You seem a bit familiar... You're Inichi right?\"" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Watching Alexi transform back, gaining his tails and ears back genuenly relieved Inichi, of course, that was her, as Inichi was rather small, as she had her white, unusually long hair together with the very much good coloration of her horns, being dark and blue, She stood up, looking at Alexi she stepped back, bassicaly being off the stairs, keeping to watch Alexi she was making sure it was him, overall, she reckognized him fully, hearing out his question, Inichi decided that she should respond now, with her expression rather suprised, she spoke up, as her voice tone seemed calm, tough relieved and also worried, mainly due to alot of macens still being around, she then walked forward to Alexi grabbing his arm, holding it as she still had some of the childish behaviour, she spoke up, Inichi's eyes were dark due to the drawback of the obelisk-**\nIt's me, Inichi.. Where have you been Alexi, Inichi doesn't like being alone so much.. Tough I'm scared going alone, I made a friend couple days ago.. But that you're back I'm even more relieved.. It's good to see you.." }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Alexi was relieved that it was the Inichi that he had met however many years ago, this didn't make the surprise of her quickly latching on to his arm any less though. He gave her a warm smile as she spoke, to him it seemed that letting her go her own way for a bit all the time ago may not have been the best idea, thankfully she seemed to be in good shape... That greatly relieved him if he was to be honest with himself. He had one question left and it was only for himself, what was he going to do? She obviously didn't like being alone and seeing how she was holding on to his arm it was evident that she trusted him to a degree... He decided that it be best they spend some time and catch up a little, they had been separated for some time after all*\n\"Im glad to see you Inichi and I do have to admit that it has been awhile... How about we head to my room and catch up a little?\"\n*Alexi spoke in a calm yet glad and relieved tone, one that didn't show any sense of him having any ulterior motives... Because he didn't have any. He genuinely wanted to talk with her for a little and all that.*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Inichi has kept holding his arm, listening to Alexi's sentence, Inichi has felt a small degree of happyness, even so, she nodded, Alexi could've noticed Inichi was also quite tired out, tough she wasn't seeming to be passing out anytime soon, neither did she feel like sleeping, As then, she had thought of an answer, Inichi most likely want to catch up also, as she did not see him for a long time, thinking it is a great day to meet Alexi in such random chance, looking at Alexi she had let out a small gentle smirk, tough it quickly vanished as she decided to finally answer to Alexi's question, going further on she spoke up-**\nMhm.. Inichi's glad to see Alexi too.. It feels safe.. Yes.. Let's go.. I wish to catch up on what you were doing too.." }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Alexi nodded and lead the small oni over to the room that's number matched that of the one on the tag on the key in his hand, he unlocked and opened the door before walking in. The room itself only had a single window at the furthest wall from the door, a single bed against the leftmost wall and a mid-sized dresser underneath the window. All-in-all, it was a simple room for a single person, no more and no less... Which posed a problem seeing as there was two of them at this moment, he and Inichi. There was no table nor any chairs to sit at so the bed was the probably the best place for them to sit and chat at currently. Though this wasn't favourable, it was the best he had so he had to make use of it*\n\"Lets take a seat on the bed and chat... Seems like the best place right now in all honesty.\"" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Inichi has walked in into the room, it was practically the same as Kibaru's room, tough the wardrobe inside Kibaru's room seemed bigger, Inichi was quite okay with Alexi letting Inichi calm down, as she trusted Alexi the most at the current time, being able to feel at ease, she let go of Alexi's arm, still having her small bag with her, She would've put it on the ground somewhere as she didnt wanna take it everywhere she goes, because it contains mainly books anyway, Inichi wanted to explain her rather sad behaviour so she wanted to say it quick, sitting down on the bed, Inichi would speak up first-**\nUh.. Alexi, I've used my Obelisk today, I wanna train it.. So I might try usually using it once per 48 hours.. Today I used it on a rat, tough small and weak brains of a rat cannot really contain the spell.. And I am not sure how I can train it then.. Anyway.. What do you wish to talk about..?" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*The fact that Inichi used her Obelisk ability explained her sad behavior, Alexi decided not to question more about it as she had turned the conversation more towards what he wished to talk about. This of course wasnt a simple question to ask seeing as there wasn't one specific thing he wanted to talk about, he just wanted to know what she had been up too since he had last seen her. Before answering the Oni's question, Alexi took a seat on the bed next to her, he didnt sit too close though as he wanted to give her a bit of personal space... Which was odd of him considering how she immedietly grabbed and held on to his arm once she figured out who he was.*\n\"Well... What have you been up too these past years? I'd like to talk about stuff like that if you don't mind\"" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Inichi, sitting down on the bed felt as the bed was quite comfortable, as lately she's been sleeping on hard places like ground and wood, enjoying the fluffyness of the bed she did not really think much of the bed after a quick while of it, noticing Alexi sitting next to her, then ask her a question she has listened carefully to hear the whole sentence, tough she has known that her question would not really satisfy Alexi, not the whole story, tough she has done some things, Considering that Alexi was waiting for Inichi to answer alredy, she has thought of a answer, coughing as she has spoke up, telling some of the things that happend-**\nSo.. A month after you've left I've been quite alright.. Nothing much happend then, tough I had it easier to live.. I also after couple more months have met 2 people.. Uh.. They were friendly to me too.. They also taught me *Martial arts* A bit of them.. I enjoyed the fact of knowing more.. And they also let me follow them, uhmm.. Year later, this year I've apparently got lost while going with them.. And I probably went so far away now.. And uh.. I met Sir Kibaru, he helps me out tough I am not 100% sure if I can believe him.. He's scary sometimes but he got me to this inn.. And also the inn keeper didnt mind me going around with Kibaru, even so to make sure I am safe I acted as a slave to not seem like a wild oni going around the Inn.. And he got me some new books which were not really the ones I needed, but I was greatefull to him.. That is how I ended up here.." }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Alexi listened intently as Inichi recounted all that she had done while he was away, he particularly couldn't say that he liked this Kibaru person... Especially when Inichi mentioned that she had to act like a slave... Something he wasn't too keen about. He did wonder what kind of control this person had over this Oni, Alexi honestly would rather her travel with him because at leastshe would be in good hands, he couldn't be sure with this other person though as they seemed a bit sketchy. He decided upon saving his proposal on her traveling with him for later though, after he recounted what he had done after they split at least*\n\"I see... Well, after I left I continued on with my cartography and my travels, I was almost robbed in the middle of the woods a bit ago but I lied myself out of that situation pretty well. It was pure chance that I ended up here though, this inn was the closest place from where I was surveying.\"" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Inichi has kept sitting on the bed, as she grabbed a cushion she would put it on top of her head, while listening to him, this action was simply out of her being bored somewhat, tough she was interested in the conversation Inichi overall wanted to play with the cuhion somewhat, then she has listened to Alexi's words, getting her answer up in her mind, Inichi spoke up once again, tough she noticed Alexi was concerned about something-**\nYou were almost robed..? Uh.. Have you gotten hurt Alexi? And also, I hope you don't mind me asking but do you have anything that concerns you right now..? I don't want you to be worried about me of course..." }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Alexi let out a small chuckle as he watched Inichi mess with the bed cushion, he did notice her conscern though when he had mentioned the fact that he was almost robbed. Thankfully he had sustained only minor bruises that had already faded with time. He did have one thing that concerned him and he did want to share it... He just wasn't sure on how he was to do that, this meant that he took a moment to think of how he was going to word his next answer.*\n\"Well, This Kibaru person... Is he treating you okay? If not you are free to travel with me if you'd like to... I'm just a bit concerned on your well-being and all that\"" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Inichi has kept playing with the cushion, looking at Alexi chuckle seemed to make Inichi appriciate the act, as she believed that she did a nice deed by making him chuckle, as so, she was glad to at least see Alexi being alright, then, she has heard out Alexi's answer, listening on, she noticed that he apparently started speaking about Kibaru, Inichi was unable to lie to Alexi, as that is the only person she fully trusts, looking at Alexi she decided to speak-**\nOh... Uh.. The slave thing might have been the thing that concerned you.. He suggested that because he did not want me to get into problems, also the thing he wasn't nice to me sometimes.. He did not hurt me at all.. He only lectured me I suppose, tough he kept refraining of me as weak.. Which I agree with.. He got me some food also.. But.. Travelling with Alexi would be nice.. I want to travell with alexi.. But I need to say bye to Kibaru, I dont want to leave bad impression of myself.. Kibaru is resting right now, so could we stay for a while before Kibaru is able to speak with me?.. At least if you'd have to go come back here sooner or later so we could go together, all I need to do is thank kibaru and say goobye to him.." }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "\"Yeah we can stay for a bit, I'm not going anywhere any time soon\" \n*Inichi's answer reassured Alexi about her well being, he did worry still but at least Kibaru wasn't bad to inichi. The fact that she wanted to travel with him though did make quite happy and although she did want to say thank you and goodbye to kibaru, he was willing to wait for her to do so. He did trust Inichi seeing as she was one of the few people that he had met ever since he had left his family's farm, not only this, she had no reason to lie to him in his eyes so that strengthened his trust in her. With trust came worry though, this worry for her was why he suggested her traveling with him and all in all it worked out, so he had that going for him... He was going to make sure that Inichi was safe and all that, it was the least he could do for an age old friend after all*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "Alexi.. Could I have some rest too now.. I'm a bit tired.. If you'd like I can sleep on the ground, I don't want to worry you by passing out or anything..\n***-Inichi has stopped playing with the cushion by then, Putting it down, she would ask him said question, as Inichi was quite tired, she would preffer sleeping on the bed, tough she did not mind sleeping anywhere else, as so she could have been okay with sleeping on the ground as long as she felt safe, She could not have used shapeshifting like most of the demons to hide her pressence, making her usually feel unsafe, tough there she felt safe, as Alexi was around, so on and Inichi waited for his response, patiently waiting.-**" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "\"No, please sleep on the bed. I'll be up for a little bit more so please rest as much as you can\"\n*Alexi stood up from the bed as to give Inichi more room to lay and sleep, he figured that he could sleep against a wall or something for rest if need be, it didn't matter to him all too much, especially since Inichi came first. He did plan on working on his map and to do so he needed some space so he went to the center of the room and slid off his pack, taking out a journal, a writing utensil, and his incomplete map. He spread the map out on the wooden floor and opened the journal to his most recent notes before he started to sketch them onto the parchment that was his map* \n\"I'll be doing this for a while so don't worry about me... Okay?\"" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "Okay.. Ill sleep now, Im glad that youre around kow Alexi..\n***-Inichi has laid down on the bed, she did take little space on it as she was not really big, she was laying down on her side, which was comfortable to her, also as she was hugging the blanket she simppy grabbed the blaket andnhugged it, she did not feel copd toughbeven ifbshe had blanket around her face, her face seemed more relaxed than usual due to the situation she is in, Feeling safe and happy about having a safe night-**" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would have waken and he would track her down to another room. He would then wak to the door, but before nocking he would think it best to wait outside as he did hear another man's voice. He would then instead rest againts the wall next to the door with his katana ready inchase he was to think Inichi would be in danger. He would start to chew on a bone as he would wait, later noticing hearing she was sleeping and the opther person was drawing something*" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Alexi had spent the better half of an hour or so adding on to this map of his, he planned on making it the most detailed of this region, one that others would actually want and be able to use. This of course took quite a bit of time as surveying, then taking down notes before sketching them out was simply a lengthy process despite how simple it sounded. This was his line of work though and it did turn in quite the profit seeing as there were plenty of adventurers out there that needed to know where they were and all that... He was catering to an underfed market in his mind. Other than that, he let Inichi, the oni that he had known for quite some time, rest as he continued to work... He had yet to realize that there was someone on the otherside of the door.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would figuere he was drawing a map from the way he was sketching... But he would then bite the bone hard and start to eat the bone it self*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-After some time, Inichi has woken up, most likely rested well she has looked around the room, to see Alexi, most likely calmed down now, Inichi went off the bed, walking towards Alexi, while being near him, she crouched next to him as to look what was Alexi doing, her bag was still in its place, tough she didnt mind, knowing that no one would steal the bag inside of the room, now, that she was awake she would speak to Alexi that she is ready to go to Kibaru, also as probably finally go out of the village-**\nAlexi, I'm awake. I'm gonna go look for Kibaru, if you want you can come." }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "\"Okay, I'll be along in a moment\"\n*All Alexi had to do was put away his map making stuff, an easy process for him since he had done it so many times. All he did was roll up the map and set it vertically in his bag, placing his journal and writing utensil next to it before he slung the bag up onto his shoulder. He honestly wanted to see who this Kibaru person was and make an evaluation on him on his own... He was going to do this silently of course as to not raise any drama... But he just needed to know who Inichi was with while he was gone* \n\"Okay! I'm ready to go whenever you are\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would be sleeping outside, next to the door of the room they were in*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "Hmm.. Okay, also Kibaru is an Okamimi like you..\n***-Inichi has got up, going for her bag, Inichi picked it up while taking a peek inside in case any of her books were somehow not in their place, she knew it was not really possible for her books to be stolen, tough she was rather up to check than think about her bag all the time, afterwards, Inichi has decided to go, walking out of the room she has noticed Kibaru next to the room sitting down, turning to Kibaru, she walked up to him a bit worried, tough hoping about understanding-**\nOh.. Hi Sir Kibaru.. Um, Thank you for the.. Oh, he's sleeping..? Um.. I don't know if I should wake him up.. Tough someone could steal from him if he was sleeping like it on a hallway.. So I'll just poke him..\n**-Inichi has took her arm out towards Kibaru, crouching down she started poking his shoulder couple of times, in meaning of waking him up-***" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Alexi stood in the doorway looking down at the sleeping Okimimi, he had to wonder how he had found this room that they were staying in... It was sorta creepy to Alexi if he was to be honest. He didn't intervene in Inichi's poking though, she wanted to say goodbye and all that so he was going to wait until she did just that, he had no place in stopping that after all. So, with there being nothing else of importance that Alexi has to do, he wordlessly waited for Inichi to do what she wanted, leaning against the doorframe as he did so.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "As she would toutch him, Kibaru would instantly draw his katana and slash at her neck, but he would stop as he saw it was her. Even though he did just use the back side of his katana, with the amount of speed and streght, he would still have seriously hur her.\n\n\"Ow, Inichi, It's just you, sorry, force of habit I guess\" *He would say standing up as he put his Katana back. He would then bow to the man he hear ealier and he would have noticed he was an Okamimi just as like him.* \"Name's Kibaru\" *He would say with his 4 deep blue tails behind him, raised to show he was on gaurd. His ears was the same blue but his hair was a darker blue and he was muscular, but his muscle seemed denser than normal*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Inichi got scared at first, due to Kibaru instantly drawing out a blade to slash her, tough as he stopped Inichi would step back while standing up, being nearer Alexi now, she looked at Kibaru as she was ready to speak up, not wanting to longer out the time Alexi had to wait for her to finish up, speaking up, she had a sentence in mind-**\nKibaru.. Thank you for everything so far, but that I've met my old friend.. Alexi, I decided that I will travell with him.. I belive I do not have to explain everything, I hope that you understand, once again.. Thank you.." }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*With the fact that this Okamimi, Kibaru, near instantly drawing his blade, Alexi couldn't help but instinctively reach for his own. He didn't draw them though as the relief from seeing the other sheath their sword came before he had the chance to draw his own. Alexi did have to say that he was put on edge by this man, seeing how his core reaction to being surprised was Alexi couldn't help it. Alexi also wasn't the strongest of okamimi's so there was that as well, he didn't want any fights and honesty just wanted to get going as soon as he could. This is why he only nodded at Kibaru's introduction and remained silent during as well as after Inichi's goodbye*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru kind of kept in the bow, kind of actaully waiting for him to intoduce himself, but Kibaru would not wait long as he was a bit on edge himslef* \"Alexi, was it?\" *He would s tand up and put his hand out to greet him* \n\n\"You must be a friend of Inichi, or maybe her mate?\" *He would ask with the eyes of a hunter, those yes that would not move from his prey and would try to hit it nomatter the distance... In this chase Alexi was his prey and the introducktions was his target with the handshake being the bow and arrow*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Inichi has stood next to Alexi, as she did not feel safe while Kibaru had his blade out, either way, she thought of calming down the situation, She was not really sure why Kibaru and Alexi apparently had blades turned, tough, she still tried calming both of them due to the situation not being the best, glancing at both of them, she spoke up, being rather quiet with her voice not wanting to make anybody irritated-**\nUh.. This place is not the best to have any problems at.. Some macen could've spotted us.." }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "\"No, I'm just her friend, and yes my name is Alexi\"\n*Now usually Alexi would have accepted the handshake but this whole situation put him on edge, he may not have drawn his daggers but that didn't mean that this situation would be calmed easily. What made Alexi the most unnerved was the look in Kibaru's eyes, it was strangely hostile and that didn't run well with this Okamimi. He honestly just wanted to leave this in and get back on the road... Well, anywhere would be better than here to him anyways. Now, Alexi was nervous but he didn't let that show, instead he kept a steely glance on Kibaru, one that definitely showed a distrust and a sense focus in the glare.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"You scared or just illmanered. It's rude to have someone hanging like this and that might start a fight. Ofcourse no Offence, but I think it would be clear who would win, So just h=shake my hand\" *He would say and even though he was treatning Alexi, his aura gave of a diffrent meassage, One that would be calm and kind of sad as Alexi did not ssem to want to greet him*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Inichi kept standing there listening to their conversation, in any case she was ready to go out finally with Alexi, so far only standing still she would hold onto her bag, waiting for the conversation to continue or end, either way, she was mainly having no word in said conversation, hoping that most likely the conversation wont go down in a negative way.-**" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "\"You are quick to assume, but thats one reason of the many I have for not wanting to be buddy-buddy with you. Now if you dont mind, I think its best I take my leave now\"\n*Alexi let Inichi say her goodbye, thats the only reason why they were still here as he had no real reason to continue this quarrel with Kibaru. He wasn't one to pull his blades at one or two insults, he was at least better than that, he also was decent at judging up situations and this one wasn't the best for him at all. Alexi knew that he was a skilled fighter but he was still at a disadvantage here so exiting this situation would turn out best in his mind... Well at least he hoped so, there was still a change that Kibaru wouldn't allow such a thing and Alexi knew that all too well, he had a few years of experience behind his belt after all*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I have warned you\" *He would say grabbing his Katana with his other hand, not yet taking it out and still holding his hand to greet him* \"You not only disrespected me, but you seem to continue even if a secon chance was given. Do you think you're my better? Is that why would not shake my hand. Or is it simply cause you intend to show the monster in me to the world?\" \n\n*The fact that Alexi would still not shake his hand, made him kind of angry as it was but a mere sign of peace and friendship yet his own kin continued to deny him the proper respect... Or was it because this stranger doesn't know that not shaking the hand of another Alpha was a sign of disrespect?*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Most likely, Inichi has not expected Kibaru to get upset, while following Alexi she has noticed his hand being put on his own sword, in her perception, Kibaru wasn't the worst kind of person, tough she was not believing in him too much, rather scared, she went back a couple steps in case Kibaru was to try anything, Inichi tough was not as terrified as always, she was rather feeling unsafe, tough her face was not desperate, mainly due to Alexi being close by, as she thought that Alexi was gonna make sure everything's safe.-**\nUh.." }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Alexi had been facing away from Kibaru when he had went off, this of course made this Okamimi let out a very exasperated sigh. He just wanted to leave this inn and get on with his work but Kibaru seemed to think that making such assumptions was perfectly okay. With these circumstances, Alexi turned to face Kibaru with a very pissed off look on his face following when he noticed that the other had their hand on their blade. This of course wasnt good seeing as they were in and inn, in a city, where guards would probably arrest them for fighting.*\n\"Listen, you are the one going to arms over a little disrespect. I on the other hand have no reason to challenge or fight you, I just want to leave. Now, you have no say in that no matter how angry you get and let me make this known; I am *Not* Drawing my blades here.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru's face would turn from angry to calm again as he would turn facing the other direction and walking a distance after his taild would kind of hit Alexi's face. He would the stop and turn around againg but in a fighting stance* \"Keeper, a fight will happen, I don't want any other people get hurt, keep them clear!\" *He would shout at the Inn keeper*\n\n*Kibaru would make sure he was to block of Alexi's exit* \"I shall now test your meatal as you seemed to think you're better than me by continiuosly refusing to shake hands\" *One of his hands would be on the hilt of his katana and the other on the sheave it self* \"I would have rather had the first of my kin I met in this land be a friend and not an enemy\" *One of his tails would then put his mask ontop of his head as it would turn from white with back marking to black with glowing blue markings. His body wouyld then suddenly ignite into a blue falme that was like water, dripping from him*" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Just as Alexi feared, a fight would be occuring today. Seeing as he had no other choice but to follow through, Alexi slid his pack off of his shoulders before drawing his two daggers. Now, his daggers weren't anything special as they were constructed of midgrade steel and had simple wooded handles, but he was skilled with these two trusty blades. Alexi was of course intimidated by Kibaru but he assumed his readied stance, holding his daggers up in front of him in preparation for the first move. He also kept his gaze upon Kibaru's sword, it was best he focus on dodging and parrying the strikes from that blade. Alexi knew that he would have to work hard and think smart to get out of this unscathed*\n\"You really are pathetic, initiating a fight over a lack of a handshake... And remember this, I am not of kin with those who think they deserve respect no matter their actions\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I guess what you say is true, my kin aren't as week as you\" *He would say as he made a slow yet steady step that would then be followed by him dashing towards Alexi. His shoulder and movement of the hips would suggest he would pull his katana out to strike (Which is on the right), but as his left foot would hit the floor infront of Alexi, He would spin spin right instead to do a kick with his right leg that would come from AAlexi's the top right, aiming for his shoulder*" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Alexi anticipated an attack from above as he expected the sword to be drawn, that wasn't the case though as a foot was coming straight towards his shoulder. Alexi had to block this attack somehow so he rose his daggers up in and X form to catch Kibaru's ankle, the blades of the daggers were also facing the blow so there is a chance that the other would recieve deep cuts to their ankle. Now for Alexi, he wasn't as strong as Kibaru so the intensity of this attack sent him to his knees as he tried to control this block. What Alexi knew now is that he had to worry about exhaustion as well as taking hits, he was fighting a larger foe after all*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would then wrap his 2 of his tails that were on fire around his arms and he would pull his ankle out from the blades. His other two legs would wrap around his injured leg as the cut was really deep, to the bone infact. Once again his strenght worked againts him, but he seemd to been in minor apin from what just happned. But his tails would wrap taighter on his arms as it would also cause minor burn to appear*\n\n```Blue flaming armour used. 60\\90 left. 3 turns left of activation```" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*With the weight of Kibaru's leg off of his blades, Alexi stood back up and gained som distance away from the okamimi. His counter-attack of sorts had done some damage but it seemed that Kibaru was some sort of brute that felt no pain... This of course was going to work heavily against Alexi seeing as he would have to somehow inflict more damage to the other to get him to stop. Alex was also concerned with the whole blue firey tails thing that was encompassing Kibaru, he didn't know what it did but his did know that keeping his distance was probably best for now. The distance that Alexi had gained between the two of them was on the better part of 4 yards, enough room that would allow Alexi some breathing room*\n\"Look, I don't want to fight you Kibaru. There is nothing to gain from this you know!\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I will gain entertainment as well as knolege of this land's Okmaimimis\" *He would say as he would draw his bow and load an arrow on it as he would release it. The arrows would go for his left hip and it would also be on fire as well*\n```Blue flaming armour. 2 turns left of activation.```" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "\"You are a sick bastard you-\" \nAlexi's words were cut off when he felt the piercing pain of the flaming arrow tear through the flesh of his left hip, there was no blood coming from the wound though as the fire and heated metal of the arrow tip had cauterized the wound as it intered his flesh. This of course was extremely painful for Alexi though, especially considering that though his wound was cauterized, there was a sizable burn around the arrow as well... He would need to get that treated soon lest death would occur. Alexi aslo was only playing on the defencive, he didn't want to fight but it seemed like he would have to continue to do so until someone or something stepped in*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru sligtly semmed shock that he didn't dodge it, but that expresion was faint.* \"You call me sick, you haven't seen nothing yet\" *He would say drawing tree arrows on his bow, pulling them with all his might, keeping his aim true. The fire would be burning inside of the wound instead of sufficating from lack of air*" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Alexi could feel the burning of he flesh continue on, something that was unusual for a situation like this. This caused Alexi to reach down and pull out the arrow to avvoid further burns, it did open up the wound and cause bleeding though... It was a price to pay for not having his left side slowly roasted though. Alexi had also noticed the three nocked arrows in Kibaru's bow, this wasn't good of course and Alexi didn't want to be pierced by three more arrows... Thats when he got a bright idea.*\n\"You go on about manners but I don't think its quite mannerful of you to kill a man in front of a fine lady like Inichi here... Wouldn't you agree? Wouldn't... You also agree that fighting in and of itself is quite dishohorable?\"\n*If Alexi couldn't win this fight by pure willpower, he thought it best to play right into Kibaru's game and use try to use his own words agaisnt him... If it works is only an ountcome that Alexi can hope for though... And to him, this was a huge risk he was making*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Kill you, who ver said that?\" *He would say keeping his arrows nocked* \"I'm not going to Kill a weakling like you\" *Alexi would probally noticed the arrow he pulled out was no longer on fire, thou when he pulled it out, some of the fire stayed in behind him, burning him for a second before it would suddely just stop along with the fire on the arrow* \"As for fighting, My grandpa told raised me to enjoy it, whetehr it is in war, a game or in bed.\" \n\n*He would then unnock his arrows and put them back as well as put his bow back* \"And considering you seem not o enjoy the sight of my arrows on fir, I'll just use my katana instead, but be warned if you try and create distance again, I won't mind using them again\" *He would say putting his hand on his katana*" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*All of this pain and fighting over the fact that Alexi wouldn't shake his hand, this man was unstable and Alexi knew that full well and was happy that Inichi was going to be traveling with him from now on... He'd rather her not travel with someone who is angered so easily by a little disrespect. Alexi was also running off of adrenaline now so though he was feeling pain, it was greatly dulled for the time being, well he hoped it would last until the end of the duel*\n\"You call me weak, but would a strong man jump to arms so quickly? Could it be the fact that you are just a weak man trying to seem like the better person... Heh, at least I wasn't the one to initiate this fight out of immaturity\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I am weak!\" *He would yell stating a fact* \"I'm much weaker than my great grandmother. But Im still stronger than you.\" *His face would seem calm as if he was to make a move any second now* \"And don't lecturte me on inmuturity as you were the one to start this fight\"\n\n```Blue flameing armour fades. Cooldown 2 turns```" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "\"How was I the one that started the fight? I think I made it more than obvious that I intended to leave, but you went for your weapon first if I recall correctly\"\n*Alexi just wanted to leave, that's all he wanted to do but Kibaru wanted to fight, and over a very insignificant reason at that. This was what made Kibaru seem immature to Alexi, the other was a man who saw his physical power as a way to get what he wanted... It was like a kid in a way to Alexi.* \n\"And sure you may be stronger than me, I am but only a cartographer after all. But one that you aren't and will probably never be is sane... I've yet to hear of a man starting a brawl over a fucking handshake and here you are\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I've yet to hear an man to inmature to denei another a simple thing such as a handshake... Childish enough to continue ignoring proper etiket even after warned\" *Kibaru knew what he was trying to do from the start, trying to get him angry... But Alexi seemtd to have forgenten that as he was the one getting angry... Or was it fear thta made him loose his cool.*\n\n*He would then rush as literal lightning came from his feet as the would lift from the wooden floor. He was also faster than before and sparks could be seen coming from him*\n```Lightning attribute used. 40/mana left. 5 turns of activation remaining```" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Alexi didn't even try to block this attack, instead he ran towards Kibaru as to prepare for his move. There was a chance that things wouldn't go correctly but this was a move that Alexi could improvise on so he continued to close the distance between the two of them just as the other did the same, somehow keeping a greater speed despite the fact that there was a bone-deep gash in their ankle... This confused Alexi for a moment as he ran but he regained his slowly waning focus*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru's other two tails would seem to assist his wounded leg and he felt no pain as his wound was numbed by the lightning. Kibaru would smile a happy smile seeing Alexi come in closer, infact he was kind of exited to see what he was planing* \n\n\"Give me your best shot\" *He would say again looking like he was about to slash, but again he would atack in another maner. He would trust the elbow od the arm that was conecting his katana and body. He would trust for his rib cage, focusing on speed and not strenth, lowerin g his strengh and increasing the speed*" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Alexi was briefly relieved that his plan was going to work, so he started his attack. Instead of charging straight at Kibaru for the rest of the distance, Alexi ducked low of Kibaru's elbow and continued forward just until he was in a close enough distance to try and go for Kibaru's legs and use the other's far greater momentum to try and flip him over Alexi's shoulder. There was a high chance of this working seeing as Alexi was under Kibaru's elbow and heading straight for his legs at the fasted speed he could muster... The chances of this working out were ever so high that a grin appeared on Alexi's face*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*As he would duck down below Kibaru, Kibaru would continue to look at him also with a grin a this was better than him cowering and using his words. Kibaru would flip over as Alexi was planing, but Kibaru wouldn't be the only one getting hurt as A masive electrick shock would go through Alexi's shoulder and slightly numbing his arm. If the contact was any longer, there would be far worse pain tp Alexi even though the pain was medium at most, though the damage was minor as slight burns would be on his shoulder, burns you would get from quickly touching boiling water.*\n\n*Kibaru would fall flat on his face and stomach, but he would get up quickly to face Alexi again with a kind of inocent and chilish smile* \"You got me there, nice\"" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Alexi could feel the slight numbness in his arm, this wasn't good as he needed full functionality of it. To rid the numbness he simply started doing stretches and all that. They worked decently to get rid of the numbness and after a good minute he was good to go... He wasn't too happy about the pain still being there though, which still made him question how Kibaru was still standing with the gash on his ankle... Alexi saw the tails helping but how would the mitigate the pain or anything of the sorts? It all confused this okamimi* \n\"How are you still standing? I cut you to the bone on your ankle and yet you still stand like nothing happened... What kind of devil spawn are you?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"One born with incredable batle insticts\" *He would say looking at his arm as he gave him time to get the arm working again* \"Can you answer me on why your' arm went numb\" *He would ask letting him guess how he's still standing*\n\n```Lightning attribute. 2 turns of activation remaining```" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Alexi was still confused as to how Kibaru could stand, as well as how instincts had anything to do with durability. If this man could take such hits and shrug them off, Alexi figures nothing short of a stake through the heart would stop the man... The wasn't looking good for Alexi and he knew it well, yet he couldn't escape the battle, not because of pride but because he didn't want to leave Inichi behind with this man, if that's even what he is* \n\"I don't care about what strange tactic you used on my arm, I'm more concerned on how you aren't bleeding out right now\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would point to his feet. He was wearing something that looked like bandages, but thicker, Like thery were made to be warn by people ith feet injuries, this was the onlything on his feet, and the claws from his feet were showing as it did not cover the toes and stop at the top of his shins* \"As for the pain... Bet you wouldn't feel any pain if a was to stab your arm while it was in that state\" *Kiabru's tails would also have sparks of lightning running through them. And Kibaru would be wondering how he was doing as he also took damage*\n\n*He would then switch intop his stance again and rush at Alexi again with his hand on the hilt again* \"Keep your gaurd up cause her I come!\"\n```Lightning attribute. 1 turn of activation remaining```" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "\"Go ahead, attack me\"\n*Alexi really saw no point in this fight, there wasn't anything gained and he just wanted to end it. The thing is, trying to end this fight was like speaking to a stone wall in Alexi's eyes... Nothing was going to come of it. Well, Alexi has one last idea and it was definitely a stupid one at that. What Alexi did now was he sheathed his daggers and just stood in the way of Kibaru. He didn't try to dodge nor did he try to attack, he was going to take this attack as he was done fighting so he wasn't going to fight.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would then finally pull out his katana and slash, but upwards whith the edge facing down. He was suprised that Alexi did nothing, maybe he was giving up, or luring him into another trap? Kibaru decide to trust his instinct and stop right before he would hit the dagger as that was his target* \n\n\"Giving up?\" *He would ask actaully looking serious and shocked at the same time* \"Well I guess I would not mind...\" *He would say putting his katana away again. He would then hold a hand out to him so he would shake it*" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "\"Listen, you do not deserve my respect so you will not get a handshake from me. I will also not fight over this issue as it is frankly childish. Now, I'd like to leave now, would you be kind enough to no impede that?\"\n*Alexi stood straight up and spoke in a matter of fact tone despite the pain from the wound in his side and the little response he was getting from his arm. He refused to fight anymore on this issue and if it made Kibaru even more angry, Alexi was willing to let that happen. He just wanted to get Inichi and himself out of this situation*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I don't want your respect as it clearly does not exist.\" *He would still hold his hand up however* \"This is me paying my respects to you as I have had fun\" *He would say smiling with the 2 remaining tails wagging behind him* \"And yes, I am sick, but I'm also still sane after I had to be brought up by two war dogs when my parents died\" *He would slightly flinch slightly from pain as he would start to stand on his healthy leg more*" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Alexi continued to refuse the handshake, instead he lifted up his shirt on his left side to inspect the wound caused by the firey arrow that Kibaru shot. It definitely looked bad but the bleeding had stopped due to Alexi's natural aura of restoration. The wound would require a dressing and such to prevent infection but for now he was going to be okay, he just needed to get out of this cursed area as well as get away from Kibaru... How could he be so casual about a fight like this? It just confused Alexi so much*\n\"I think its best that I take my leave\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yea, I don't agree\" *He would say tossing him a greater potion* \"You can go after you drank that or I'll feel so masively bad and all that\" *He would say sitting down to inspect his wound and blood would come out* \"Damit, Addy just cleaned my tails... Sigh\" *He would then grab some sting and a needle and start to stitch it up* \"You really did do a number on me... Well guess this was actaully my fault...\"" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Alexi didn't need the potion, well he wasn't the one that needed it most anyways. This was why Alexi set the potion by Kibaru before going to his own bag to grab the small jar of tumeric powder he had kept with him for tending wounds as well as pulling out a long length of cloth to tie around his midsection so the wound is protected. Once he had these materials, he took a bit of the orange powder and spread it over the arrow wound, after doing so he took the cloth and wrapped it around his midsection and tied it tight as to keep it in place. With his wound tended to, Alexi figured that he was good to go for a bit.*\n\"I have my own wounds handled, drink the potion\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru wouls stare at the potion and decide to down it as Alexi did not need it* \"I have a feeling we'll never become friends... Sigh... If only you would stop being such a stuckup\"" } ]