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[ { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "***-Inichi litteraly did move an inch after they have started the fight, most likely loosing the trust in Kibaru, seeing as he attacked Alexi, at least in her eyes, also as hurting him, she went over to Alexi grabbing his arm, while being quite terrified, Inichi did feel anger, altough she was not capable of really showing the anger, most likely due to her being scared of anything that could happen to her or Alexi if she did anything, holding Alexi's arm tight, she started being worried about him-**\nAre you okay? Alexi?.. I shouldn't.. Have let you meet him.. I didn't know he'd hurt you.. Sorry.. Sorry.." }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "\"Hey don't worry about it Inichi, this all wasn't your fault at all\"\n*Despite feeling the burning pain coming from the arrow wound in his side, Alexi gave a smile to Inichi. He figured that something like this was going to happen so he was ready for it, he knew he didn't stand a chance at winning yet he still had to defend himself somehow and he did. It was now time for the two of them to leave though* \n\"We should probably get going though\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Are you sure you don't need help with that wound?\" *Kibaru would ask looking at him a bit conserned. He would the look at Inichi and wonder what her opinion was about him now... Well it didn't really matter as she would have left either way*" }, { "author": "ramiayana", "message": "Okay.. As long as you're safe, You taught me how to hunt so you can just rest somewhere after we are gone..\n***-Inichi has started walking downstairs, not thinking much for now, she would've held Alexi's hand still, tough the walk was quick, she hoped for Alexi to walk quick too, mainly as she did not want too much attention, due to her being an Oni of course, tough she understood that most people thought of her to not be dangerous as they thought she is a slave, hearing Kibaru, she stopped looking back, deciding to speak-**\nPlease.. Leave me alone.. I appriciate you did not let me die, but I cannot be near you.. Alexi might get hurt more if we're here.. \n**-After said words, Inichi walked out of the Inn, going out of the village as quick as she can, tough carefully as she was concerned about Alexi's leg, she decided to walk into the forest, to get far deep into the forest-**" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Once out of the inn, Alexi let out a huge sigh of relief as the feeling of confinement finally left him. They could finally get back onto the road and not have to worry about fighting anymore, though Alexi had to worry about the arrow wound that was in his left side though. Alexi knew that he had not won the fight in a literal sense, but seeing how he came out still standing, he counted that as a win for himself. There was only one thing left for him to do and that was to continue on, which he did now with Inichi with him*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*KIbaru would finsih fixing himself out, but he would jump to his room on one leg. He would continue to rest in his room and tal to himself* \"How can someone say a handshake is but a simple thing and then refuse to shake someones hand... It was understandable i lashed out at him as it's my culture to pay respect to other alphas and if you don't then you're ask to be killed... Sigh... Maybe he felt scared... Or maybe he just wasn't an alpha, but a beta?\"\n\n*Kibaru would then eventually fall asleep*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "As Jade walked through one of the smaller side-streets in the bustling city in Salvainia, she looked down at the silver cradled in her hands. She frankly had no idea what to do with it.\n\n\"Get something for yourself. A necklace or some sort of fragrance,\" The General had said. \"I'll be delivering our briefing to some dignitaries today, about our training. It would be best if only humans and macens attended. Come back in a few hours. Then, we will depart for home in the morning.\"\n\nAnd so, that's how she'd ended up here. The general stayed with a cousin of his when visiting the city, but lived in his own manor away from this concentration of people. Jade wasn't used to these surroundings yet, and so had stuck to the side streets for the time being..\n\nThe oriate swallowed, thinking. _What am I supposed to buy? How much does a necklace cost... Or a fragrance?_" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Sephi had been wondering through the city for the better half an hour by now, she was still dripping wet from washing up on the relatively nearby shore and frankly, she had no idea on where she was in this world. She could clearly understand the language that people wrote and read in, but the think that was her biggest problem right now was that the coins in her coin pouch were foreign and thus rendered absolutely useless in this world that she had found herself in. What she did have going for her though was that all her armor and sword were in good shape, she also somehow kept her head-piece which was frankly extremely important to her. Well, despite being absolutely broke, Sephi saw that she could at least to pretend to be a human which was what most people seemed to be here in this city... She wasn't sure on how people would react to seeing a kitsune here quite yet.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Jade turned the corner and bumped into a passer-by, causing her to stumble back and drop some of her coin. The fur on her ears and tail bristled, and she nervously looked up at the man she'd run into.\n\n\"Watch where you're going!\" He said gruffly, pushing his way past her and purposefully scattering some of her silver with his foot.\n\nThe oriate gasped and turned, crouching down to pick up what she'd lost. \"My apologies,\" She said, hoping the man would turn around and forgive her. However, he continued to walk away, his back square and unapproachable.\n\nThe young woman sighed, standing back up to her feet once she had what had fallen. She eventually looked up and saw an armored woman approaching, seeming just as disoriented as Jade was. _Should I talk to her?_" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Sephi had heard a some sort of commotion nearby which of course had drawn her attention a little, what she had seen was a smaller woman with more animal-like ears and such... Something like a kitsune, but not. This woman had apparently bumped into a man and the man didn't take kindly to that which then seemingly caused him to make a bit of a seen... Sephi didn't really like the looks of that one bit.\n\n*Now, Sephi couldn't say that this was definite or anything, but it did seem that most humans didn't really see the more animalistic races as equal... Which wasn't a surprise to Sephi seeing as it was the same in her homeland. Thankfully she had the ability to conceal her ears and tail and at least disguise as a human, which was probably better than not.*\n\n*Despite all this, Sephi felt a bit sad to see how the younger looking woman was treated... But she couldn't exactly jump in to help without seeming suspicious, she did look like a high class noble after all with the fancy armor and accessories that she was wearing, but in reality she was dirt poor in this new land. After some quick thought, Sephi decided upon at least asking if the younger woman was okay, so she approached Jade.*\n\"Hey, are you okay?\"\n\n*As Sephi said those four words, it was more than evident that her accent didn't match that of those who lived in this region, which made her stand out a little. This was less of a worry though as Sephi knew that she could conjure up a story easily enough if she ever had to tell where she was from, she would just need to see a map of this region and all. But anyways, she was more focused on the wellbeing of the smaller kemonomimi in front of her*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"U-Um..\" Jade murmured, looking up at the woman. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, one of her ears flicking as she noticed how Sephi spoke. _Strange... What sort of accent is that?_\n\n\"I'm alright. I should really look where I'm going..\" Jade said. Her nose twitched slightly as she gathered a little whiff of the woman standing before her. She smelled of sea salt and... Something Jade had never smelled before. Her first instinct was that this was a spy of some sort, from some distant, hostile land..\n\nThe kemonomimi was wearing a plain cream colored dress, with nothing nearly as protective as the woman's armor, but still. _Should I tell the general? Should I detain her right now?_\n\nJade swallowed and clenched the silver in one hand, staring up intently at the woman. \"Who are you? U-Um.. If you wouldn't mind telling me, ma'am..\" She asked, forward, but still seeming apprehensive. Her gaze drifted away nervously." }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*The apprehension in both the woman's voice as well as her whole demeanor really made Sephi nervous, she had spent the better half of a day in this new world and she was probably oh so close to having the guards called on her... Which was possibly for the better seeing as she would be sleeping in a sheltered place, even though it would be behind bars*\n\"Oh... Uhh\"\n\n*Sephi wasn't going to lie with this question, but if it lead to where she was from, which she half expected, she knew that a lie would be needed. How did she expect the second question somehow? Well she saw the young woman's nose twitch, like she was smelling something coming off of her, Sephi could do something similar due to being a kitsune and all... But she didn't due to wanting to seem as human as possible. As for the question, she was just going to answer it was naturally as she could*\n\"I'm Sephi, may I ask who you are?\"\n\n*Unlike a slick spy that would usually speak smoothly or with confidence, Sephi was nearly a nervous wreck and that was evident in her voice... This didn't match her looks though because despite her nervousness, she was trying to show confidence in how she stood, but that was pretty hard to do in the situation that she was in at least.*\n\n*All in all, Sephi really didn't see this conversation ending too well... Half because of the suspicion that the other was showing and half because Sephi was a foreigner, and she knew full well that she was probably the most suspicious person in this town right now due to that fact... But alas, she was also probably the least likely to start a fight at this point, she didn't know how powerful people were here after all*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Jade brought her hands up to her face, clasping them next to her cheek as her ears perked. She gave a little tilt to her head, her eyes closed as she smiled wide.\n\n\"Sephi; that's such a cute name!\" The kemonomimi cooed, her tail swaying back and forth as she thought about it.\nIt didn't take much to distract her, after all.\n\n\"My name is Jade,\" She said, soon snapping back to attention. Seeing the woman in her armor made Jade almost want to salute.. But here, out in the open an with a stranger, it was sure to look odd.\n\n\"Are you here on business? To see His Imperial Majesty? You seem... Lost,\" Jade murmured, tilting her head in the other direction now. Her ear with the metal tag on it flicked again, as she wondered what the General might think of her bringing home a visitor. Perhaps he'd be able to assess better if this stranger were friendly or not.." }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "\"To see who?\"\n*Sephi hadn't realized that this place was a monarchy... Then again most places were so she shouldn't have been surprised in all honesty, she did have a lot to learn about this place though and meeting the person in power may have been best for her. She did realize that though meeting the one in power could be good, there was also a chance that it could turn out bad for her as well, she was a foreigner after all, someone without a past and with no known family... It would be easy to either enslave her or simply make her disappear, neither of these things are what she wanted at all.*\n\n*Sephi had also been caught off guard by Jade's reaction to her name, she hadn't really seen it as cute or anything before but she guessed that to one who hadn't heard it before it could be seen as cute or soft or what not. That wasn't a high priority though, she had to get herself situated and it seems like Jade here was the best person to help right now*\n\"Well anyways, it's nice meeting you Jade. As for if I'm here on business... Well that's sorta a complicated matter because I only just got here... By washing up on the shore\"\n\n*As Sephi replied, she could see the metal tag on Jade's ear, it looked like it would have been painful to put in but Jade seemed mostly unbothered by it. The thing was though, the tag reminded Sephi of that of which one would mark their cattle with so that anyone who found a lost cow could see who it's owner was... Was this young woman in a similar situation with having an owner and such? Sephi didn't really know nor did she jump to conclusions because she simply didn't know the ways of the land here*\n\"But yeah... If you could, I would like to meet this Imperial Majesty\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"The Emperor. You know, the one who made Sylvainia... How do you not.. Know?\" Jade said. She was becoming concerned now. Either this woman was truly clueless and confused, or her facade of ignorance was too obvious. Jade's stomach felt uneasy. Neither option was exactly ideal.\n\n\"Well, you can't just go and meet him. You'd have to request an audience. And getting one, _if_ you get one, may take months. Unless you're here for business, I'm not sure he'd even want to speak with you...\" Jade said, rubbing her chin as she thought.\n\n\"But.. You could meet my master, General Bougaine. He might be able to help. He's busy, right now..\" Jade said. She paused for a few moments, her voice softening.\n\n\"I don't understand... You washed up on shore.. Was there a ship wreck? Where were you sailing from?\" She felt like she was asking a lot of questions, but there was so much known about this woman.. She wanted to be as prepared as possible." }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "\"I think there was a ship wreck, I remember some of it... But I can't say I know where I'm from, I can't remember that too well\"\n*Sephi couldn't have been lying at this point, she had tried to remember where she had come from before, when she had washed up on the beach, but all she could remember back to was her being on a ship before it collided with something and ended up wrecking somewhere out at sea. After that she remembered bailing and floating on a large chunk of wood from the ship before she blacked out and woke up on the shore. This being all she knew, of course she would be confused and even clueless, she wasn't from here after all*\n\n*When Jade had mentioned meeting her master, General Bougaine, Sephi saw that as the second best thing that she could do in this sort of situation. What worried her though was that her attire looked and probably was that of a General's armor set, she wasn't sure what she did before today but it probably involved some sort of fighting seeing as her armor was pretty protective.*\n\"As for General Bougaine, I would like to meet him whenever it's convenient. I would also like to make it known that I would like to meet him on peaceful matters... If that helps at all\"\n\n*Despite the composure that Sephi was showing, she was just going off of what felt right in her gut. She didn't know anyone here so she was feeling the same about Jade as she felt about her, only it was less suspicion and more of a sense of slight curiosity overlapped with immense worry. This worry coming from the fact that though Sephi wasn't dead in the water, she still wasn't sure if she could make a living here easily... She would rather not remain homeless in the winter and eventually freeze to death.*\n\"And I guess meeting with the imperial majesty can wait...\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Great!\" Jade exclaimed, though the excitement didn't quite carry over to her face. After seeing that this woman had clearly been through something traumatic, she felt determined to help. Besides, as an important-looking human, she was being nice to the kemonomimi, and that was something Jade would easily remember.\n\n\"The General is busy right now. But, he told me to buy something with this silver,\" Jade said, holding the silver out to the woman. Her hands were wrapped up with bandages, and her nails were sharp, primed for combat.\n\n\"Do you know how to buy things? I've never done it on my own before. He told me to buy... Oh, what was it..\" Jade murmured, trying her hardest to remember as she closed her eyes shut. Suddenly, she opened them. \"Yes, I remember now! A necklace or a fragrance. Can you help me find those?\"" }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "\"Yeah... I think I may be able to help a little\"\n*Sephi was a bit clueless as to how the monetary system worked here in Salvainia, but she figured that it shouldn't be too hard to get the hang of... She hoped. As for the items that needed to be found, a necklace or fragrance, she knew that was needed and she could probably guess on why this general wanted either of these items... But she wasn't going to take wild guesses on such a matter, she was going to help after all*\n\n*What she needed to figure out though was where they could find these items, she had no idea what the layout of this city was so it may take her a bit of wandering around to find a marketplace or something similar to that. When they find that, Sephi knew that she could help at least pick something out. As fo what that something should be, she knew that a well crafted necklace should work best, half because of the looks and half because of it's longetivity.*\n\"Okay so in my opinion we should get a necklace instead of a fragrance, a necklace is both parts beautiful and long lasting after all. We also need to find a jeweler or some place similar to get the necklace if you do agree on it\"\n\n*Sephi may have been clueless earlier but now that she had her mind set on the task on hand, she knew what needed to be done to accomplish said task. She wasn't too sure on how this General would react to her helping though, but Sephi decided to think on that later because she and jade needed to buy either the necklace or fragrance and then they may just be set in stone and ready to go!*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Beautiful and long lasting...\" Jade repeated, nodding to herself as she did her best to be reasonable in her own mind. She began walking in the direction of the more wealthier properties, staring down at her silver again, as if admiring it.\n\n\"This is the first time the General has let me go out on my own. I want to do a good job. I want him to be happy with me.\" Jade said, her face set with resolve. \"If we want to find a jewel... Er? We should probably go this way. People with more money live this way.\"\n\nJade's tail swung back and forth as she walked, eager to prove herself as someone capable of accomplishing things on her own... Even if she had some help." }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "*Sephi followed along and as she did, she hoped that Jade would have enough money to get something good because she knew that she hadn't any money to spare to help pay... Probably because she had no money local to this region at all. She could solve that problem later though, especially when there were other things to focus on. As they walked though, Sephi saw just how foriegn the architecture was in this region... It was familiar to her but it was also obviously different to her... She just couldn't place her finger on it though.*\n\n*One thing that Sephi had noticed about Jade though was just how happy she was, especially for being what she presumed was a slave. Of course she was assuming some things, but it was near obvious to Sephi that Jade wasn't treated badly, which was also reinforced by the fact that she was actually allowed to go out and about to do shopping. Other than the whole possible slave thing, Sephi could definitely see Jade being a normal townsperson... Which may have been an odd thing to think, but it was at least on the better end of things in Sephi's mind.*\n\"With they way you are, I bet the General is already happy with you. Along with that, We'll do a good job so he is extra happy with you\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "_\"Extra_ happy?\" Jade looked over toward Sephi, blinking a few times. She'd seen what it meant for the general to be pleased with her. But to reach something even beyond that? Jade could hardly imagine it. Her cheeks immediately flushed, and her ears pinned back toward her neck.\n\n\"Oh my...\" The kemonomimi said, releasing a pent in breath. \n\nShe paused as the two passed by a shop, instead of a temporary vendor's stand. There was a diamond etched into a sign hanging out front, and through the window, there stood a couple inspecting what seemed to be a fairly large stone atop a display case." }, { "author": "ryromancer", "message": "\"Mhm! If we get this right, then I bet that he'll be extremely happy with you!\"\n*Sephi was of course going off of guesses and such, but her attempts to make Jade all giddy worked. She didn't do this for any real reason except to just make the her happy... Though seeing Jade's reaction was a bit odder than what Sephi had expected. Nonetheless, she planned on helping Jade get this errand done right!*\n\n*When they had reached what seemed to be a Jeweler's shop, Sephi stopped and peered through the window to see if her assumption was correct, and by the seems of it it was! Now there was only one thing that she had to worry about now, and that was the cost of a necklace. She didn't know how much Jade had but she did really hope that it was enough now that they were there.*\n\"I think this is the shop right here\"" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would arive in the city with his tails wagging and with Addeliza in his arms. He would have forgot to put on his mask completely and it would instead hang on his pants* \"We're also going to need to get you a mask, Addy\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Well you should probably wear your mask\" *She would take is mask and put it on his face* \"But why would I need a mask?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*As the duo peacefully chatted on to what Tsu vaguely thought was mask shopping, she wandered to the nearest weapon stall in a purple kimono style dress, idly inspecting the wares. Seeing as neither of them seemed the heavy combat type one would find leading armies, they didn't register to Tsu as she wandered aimlessly around the area.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He would see the girl in a purple kimono and it would remind him of home as well as attract his attention to the weapon shop* \"We also need to get you a weapon, a decent one\" *He would say turning to the weapon shop*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Wait but why do i need all of these things?\" *She would look at the girl that he was looking at* \"Hey don't go cheating on me\" *She would poke his cheek and smile at him*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Tsu would flinch at having two gazes land on her, as she was trained to detect assassins on the battlefield. She attempted to think of a reasonable outcome. Her mind drew blank at any time she attempted to think, so she relied on her instincts. As she still was facing the same way she was facing before, she cleared her throat, and said in a slightly raised voice,* \" I know you are there, assassins!\" *Slightly startling a nearby shopper as she spun around excitedly, but her expression returned to a bored disappointment when she saw no assassination attempts aimed at her*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would let out a snork as he saw her do this. He would then clear his throat before speaking under the mask* \"Addy, I wouldn't be able to cheat on you\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Besides i know you wouldn't anyways. I would like to go speak to her she seems like a nice person\" *She would then begin to walk towards the girl and she would wave at her*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Tsu was startled slightly to see the girl walk oh so calmly toward her. She seemed to be attempting to speak something, but all that came out was a soft* \"Urrr...\" *Sound that would possibly sound more like a cat's purring. She was still on guard, as if afraid the other girl was going to surprise attack her.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would then laugh at her being so tense, the mask probably didn't help either* \"You could swear you're a rookie adventurer that's carrying her life saving with them\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would walk to the girl* \"Hi! I'm adeliza it's nice to meet you and this is my husband kibaru\" *She would smile at the girl with a friendly smile and hold out her hand so that she could shake it but only if she felt comfortable*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She looked slightly irked at the (what she felt like was) sudden confrontation, and, hearing words that didnt sound familiar to specific words from the language they were speaking, she attempted to sound them out, slightly raspy from lack of use of the voice,* \"Add-lie-zaa.. Ko, er, Ki-bar-ruu..\" *It was clear, despite her assassination announcement from earlier, that she rarely spoke. She let out the purr-like noise from earlier still.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Addy! There is a reason I wear this mask... Agg, baka\" *He would say sighing before putting the mask on one of his ears, revealing a face thaf was different from the normal of this land, his left eye had a scar under it* \"That's an interesting Kimono you got there... But do me a favor and don't attack us, or you will lose all your fingers, ok\" *Even though he threatened her, he gave of an chill and friendly aura*\n\n\"What's your name?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Tsu looked from the girl to the boy with the mask, vaguely figuring out what he said before answering, or attempted to answer,* \"Tsuuuu...\" *But someone could easily mistake it for releasing a pent up sigh.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*To Kibaru the only confusing part was how long it was* \"So is it Tsuuuu, or Tsu?\" *He would ask as he he wondered why she had this slow tone of speech, was she just like that or was she mocking him*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would hold Kibaru's hand to calm him down and to make sure he wouldn't do anything he would regret* \"It's very nice to meet you\" *She would smile at the Tsu*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She didnt seem to know about how she responded, so she had a look of confusion before sensing possible hostility from Kibaru. She repositioned herself in a defense state once that would only work with a spear or naginata, with what seemed to be flickers of possible weapon materialization. Before any mana was put into the weapon, however, she stopped and let her arms fall to her side in a surrendering position*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would rest his hand on his katana, but only as to show he was armed* \"Calm down little Tsunami, no one's going to hurt you, well as long as you don't try and hurt them, not would you stop jumping around like that, you're attracting to much attention*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Tsu indeed felt stares from various market people and bystanders, but they were ignored as the only person who she deemed a threat was Kibaru. She backed herself against a wall as she seemed abnormally tired. She looked at him for a long moment before saying in a raspy voice,* \"Silnari..?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He would be confused a bit. His aura was not one of hostility, but of curiosity* \"What about them?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Tsu understood his general aura and replied best she could, slightly sliding down the wall she was rested on in exhaustion.* \"Those who burn easily\" *She seemed to think he was inquiring her as to who they were.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He would be even more confused and he would sit down in front of her, gesturing that she could too sit down so they could tak* \"Can you explain please, Tsu?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She slumped down promptly, and promptly murmured,* \"The ones.. Where are the.. Where's the Great Catastrophe?\" It was clear that she was very tired now." }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would move quickly beside Tsu so that she could lean on Adeliza if she needed to and she would turn her gaze to Kibaru \"Don't she's exhausted we need to take her somewhere so that she can sleep properly\"*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah, could see she was tired... Sigh... Well then, I'll carry her, so don't get jealous, ok\" *He would say standing back up and kneeling in front of her, waiting for her to respond if she wanted to be carried in his arms or walk herself* \"Don't worry, I won't bite you, Addy is almost the only girl I would bite\" *He would say smirking at Adeliza*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Tsu complied with him seeing as she would be at least attacked if Kibaru meant any harm. She attempted several times to move forward, only achieving a motion that resembled rocking back and forth.*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "*She would blush and look away when he said that and she would then notice that Tsu was having trouble moving so she would help her to move by putting her hands on her waist so that she could use her arms to stabilize herself*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would hate to see hrs struggle, so he would pick her up into his arms, Princess carrying her* \"Right, to an inn or to our house...: *He would ask Adeliza before turning back his gaze at Tsu incase she wanted to say something*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Well i think it's best that we go to an inn since i wouldn't want to scare her\" *She would then look at Tsu to see if she was alright with that*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*By then she had blacked out, and didnt seem to be able to reply to anything at that time. She was soundly sleeping, regardless if she wanted to or not.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I don't trust inns, besides, it cost more money for my kind sometimes, a specially if they see 2 of us... Sigh. But first we need to grab some food\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Alright you leave her here with me. I'll watch over her while you go and get some food\" *She would kiss his cheek*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"No, I would seem storage, besides, what man would I be if I left two girls alone, we both go, but you're buying\" *He would say as he would use his tails and arms to but Tsu on his back*" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Alright\" *She would head to a shop that had food and she would get some meats and breads and fruits and she would pay and go back to him* \"Done\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He would have also picked up some new clothes for himself, though they didn't have jackets like the blue leather he was wearing.* \"OK, then let's go home then\"" }, { "author": "beans16", "message": "\"Alright let's go\" *She would take the clothes that he had bought and she would carry them as well as the food she had just bought and she would proceed to head home with him following behind her*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*They would both leave and go to" } ]

[ { "author": "ansari", "message": "*A town hall in one of Salvainia's coastal town, close to the capital*\n\n*A notice board was placed in front of the town hall, posted with different notices about available works and posting. Most of them only had a brief title and \"Inquire within\" Written on it. A helpful guard stood nearby, ready to guide any illiterate adventurers to their ~~doom~~ employment.*\n\n*One notice posted was for an ordinary caravan escort mission. Another was by a representative send from \"Up north\" Requesting \"Capable and well trained mercenaries\".*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Kondor had trodden his way in, looking up and around at the satisfying design of this hall. It wasn't often he came to a place like this, due to how often he was hurt travelling.\n\nApproaching the notice board, his hulking figure glaring down at the notes that were present. Though it wasn't a strong point, he could read with enough time given. After having stared at the notes for a solid three minutes, he decided to look into the one from \"Up north\" A little more, asking the guard who stood by.* \n\n\"Excuse me, you give help with this?\" *He asked, a gruff tone to his voice, though that was hurt how he spoke,* \"Where I accept this?\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The guard looked at the new, hulking figure, visibly and audibly gulping in surprise, and perhaps, terror.*\n\n*He turned toward the note he was pointing to, trying his best to not remind himself of the drastic size difference.*\n\n\"You go inside and look for a bugman. He looks a bit like a human, with big, round, brown antenna on top of his head. Four arms. His name's Zerkim. He is the one you want to look for. He might be asleep.\"" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Receiving this response from the guard, Kondor was happy. After a heavy pat to the shoulder and a light chuckle to pair with it, he walked into the building, and began to look around, asking some people where he might be.*\n\n\"Thank you, guard! Very useful, yes.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The guard shaked a bit, and then let him into the building. A front desk was present, and it seems a young, blonde-haired man in half-plate was chatting with a Qua, who indeed, had four arms and big, brown antenna, wriggling and dancing in the air as he discussed with the man.*\n\n*The Qua turned toward Kondor,*\"Hello, isss you looking for jobsss, yezzz?\"" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Rather ironic, two people who didn't properly speak with their grammar correct. Very good this was, as he looked down and smiled through the gaps of his helmet.* \n\n\"Yes, you read my mind! I looking for good, fun job.\" *His smile somehow just emanated warmth despite his intimidating frame.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Qua seems to be unintimidated by the giant. He turned toward him and offered a chair. A very sturdy one, as town hall tends to be a rather multicultural and multiweight place.*\n\n\"You is adventurer looking for job? I have good job. Long travel, good pay. Long time, high danger.\"\n\n*The human adventurer turned toward the giant, widened his eyes, and then turned back*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*The Oni had a wide eye as he looked at the insect-like humanoid. Just about every word said there had been harmony to him.*\n\n*He placed himself down on the chair that was offered, now at eye level with the Qua.* \n\n\"You say everything good! Haha! We are glad to take job, good?\" *He seemed to have just ignored the human, continuing his conversation with the Qua.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Qua nodded and wriggled his antenna.*\n\n\"Yes. But I must tell you details. Or is not fair for I put you in danger.\"\n\n\"My tribe is from far up north. We live next to knifeears.\"\n\n\"ELF! HIGH ELF!\" *A knife-eared, grumpy looking female adventurer yelled at the Qua.*\n\n*The Qua clicked and clacked, and then continued,*\"High elf, they send raiders east, to our villages, take my kins, sell in their market.\"\n\n\"We need good warriors, but we bad at making weapons, we do not know civilized tactics. All good and smart kins leave south. But we have gold, and herds, and good food to offer. If good people from south come north, and help us with raid. Yes yes?\"" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "\"Is fair, fair. Your people attacked by elf, I help fight. Strong as bull, fierce as condor. I not know tactics much, but I fight very easy, and have good weapons. Is it good?\" \n\n*Kondor asks for confirmation, checking if the Qua had any complaints about the gear that he had. It was his full plate armour, of course, with Donner and Schlag equipped on both his arms, made just for his close quarter brawl.*\n\n\"My name is Kondor. What is your?\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Qua examined the giant's weapon. Or to be correct, glanced it over. It was quite obvious this giant was well equipped.*\n\n\"Yezz, yezzzz, very good, you will be listening to one of adventurers hired by uzzz. Smart man and Captain, he not here. He go to district to mate with woman with money.\"\n\n*He explained.*\n\n\"My name Zerkim, nice to meet you Condor.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "\"Ah, man with horns.\" *Kondor chuckled at his statement, though it didn't make much sense.* \"Human words weird. Don't like them.\" \n\n*Nodding to the Qua, his shoulders relaxed as he tilted his head to one side, then the other, inspecting his contractor. What an interesting species they were, he should study about them. That would be after he could speak, though.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Qua wiggled his antenna in equal confusion at what the giant meant. He pretended to understand and nodded.*\n\n\"Then, first pay is one hundred silver, we have ship, taking you from south to north, we land maybe few days later, Macentown. Then we gather and go deal with raid, yes?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "A dimutive figure in black plate armor strode right into the building with a smile, her blonde ponytail bouncing behind her. A spear in hand and resting on her shoulder, a plethora of weapons also bristled from just about any place they could be worn. Except for her tiny size and apparently young age the word 'mercenary' as almost stereotypically fitting. She looked to be Macen as well, and her ear twitched at the talk of silver nearby.\n\n*Oh, a job being arranged right now? And it's going to be a trip across the seas? I have to see if I can force my way into this one!*\n\n\"W-whoa! You're *Huge!!*\" She suddenly blurted out, noticing the giant in the room was not actually a statue like she first thought. \"I had no idea mountains went for walks! You, sir, are majestic. I'm Roach, what's your name?\" She continued on brazenly. The girl seemed to hold nothing back, that much was for sure." }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*His conversation with the strange yet oddly natural form of the man interrupted, Kondor turned his head to the side. His shoulders almost glistened in the light of the sun, one of the few parts of his body not covered by the full plate that he wore. Though his face was hidden behind a metallic mask, his eyes could be seen, quite small for the size of his head, like crimson buttons with a hole pierced through them by a pin.*\n\n\"Huh? Oh, hello. My name Kondor. Who you are?\" *The neck of the giant pivoted slightly to the right of the mercenary as his eyes turned to stare directly down at her.* \"You come apply for job?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Job?\" She replied mindlessly as she kept looking over the giant man. She wondered idly if he really was Macen. Perhaps his mother was an actual giantess?\n\n\"Job... Oh yeah! Yeah, a job! You should take me with you!\" She finally announced and placed a free hand on her hip. She looked at the other in the room for the first time.\n\n\"Oh hey, a Qua? Neat. The job is one hundred silver each, right? Great! What are we doing? And it's great to meet you Kondor, was your mother a giant?\"\n\n*Oops, I said it out loud.*" } ]

[ { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Qua turned toward the newcomer. He had never inquired about the race of the giant, and decided to let her answer it.*\n\n\"Yes, yes. One hundred silver each, we pay first, then we take you north, to where my kins are.\"\n\n\"We feed and pay you maybe ten or twenty silver a day, is depends on how good you are, and feed and give you bed. We go deal with elf slave raiders. Then you keep what you take from then. Yes, fair deal?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*What!? That sounds like a great deal if there's not too many slavers! But I better not let him know that.*\n\nShe put on a face that made her look unimpressed, and nodded thoughtfully. \"One hundred silver each up front is not a bad start. But try to keep in mind you are getting high quality swords for hire. Don't let my appearance fool you, I have as many skills as I do weapons. And Kondor? Come on, one look and you can tell this guy knows his stuff. It's not just that, he's a biiiiiig guy, and if you want to keep him at his best I'd suggest upping the daily pay a bit. I sure as hell don't want to see him hangry, would you? Also it's not like slavers will be any problem for us but how many are we gonna have to cut down?\"\n\n*Hm, that should do. I don't know Qua very well but I think we can negotiate a little on the price now. I wonder how well equipped these slavers are going to be? Some nice gear to sell isn't a bad reward, I just hope they're not too tough to fight. Not so sure my reputation could take another failed job and survive.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Qua listened patiently to what Roach had to say, clicking his antenna together, clearly in deep thought.*\n\n\"Then, what you know of magiczzz? I have see many men and women in big armour, big sword, but if you no know magic, you is just normal soldier, then get normal payz\" *The Qua explained. Although the tribemen would get to keep some of those loot from the slavers, he wanted to ensure that this operation end up in the black for them, and preferred to spend as few of their precious liquid cash as possible... Tribesmen are not known for being exceptionally rich, after all*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Oh I got this.* She thought, allowing herself a cocky smile for their employer to see. \n\n\"Hah! I know my magic, sir, that I do. Tell me what you want. Burned slavers, frozen slavers? Maybe you need to stop a scout or sentry from running away? I can do that, too. Oh, and last but far from least..\" She leaned towards the Qua with her hands on her hips and looking just as full of pride and confidence as one could be. She may be exaggerating the power of the magic she knew, but she did keep her skills sharp.\n\n\"..I know healing magic. Why, I'm practically a battle mage *And* A combat medic. And the invincible Kondor is with us, so you are very lucky.\" She stood up straight and patted his arm as if showing him off. She was entirely glossing over the fact that they had only just met." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Qua clicked and clacked, and from the corner of the room, another Qua responded with incessant clicking. It seems they were communicating in a non-verbal manner for some reason. Perhaps to avoid people spying on their conversation.\n\nAfter a few minutes of awkward silence and clicking, the Qua turned back to her.*\n\n\"Then we pay thirty-a day, if what you speak is true, yes?\"\n\n*A simple response.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Oh crap, I don't know their language, and they're hard to read. What the heck are they saying?*\n\nDespite her nervousness she kept up the prideful, confident show and waited patiently. When the answer finally came she felt relieved and pleased. The starting deal was already good and they had just made an even better offer for her boasting. She looked thoughtful again and stroked her chin before looking up at Kondor.\n\n\"Well, what do you think, big guy? My talents may be top notch but you're probably going to end up doing the most work. Is thirty a day enough to borrow your immense power?\"" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "**At this entire conversation, Kondor was just confused. His brain hadn't been keeping up with what the woman had been saying, let alone follow along with it. Words splurged in one ear and straight out the other as she spoke. When he was patted on his arm, his head turned towards the short lady, blinking in confusion. However, when the Qua spoke, somehow it was a bit simpler for him to understand.* \n\n\"Ah, thirty silver, is good, is good. I take what offered, yes?\" *Having processed what was being said by now, his eyes widened in realisation.* \"Kondor is strong like bull, but magic for strong like dragon.\" *He flexes his arms a slight bit before nodding in agreement with the payment.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Qua turned toward the woman and Kondor in confusion. It seems he isn't too satisfied he just got increased pay forced out of him by two of his hired mercenary. Bummer. He will have to get more loot to make up on this.*\n\n\"Then you must of knowing that if you sell loot we may taking commission. Small, maybe ten percent, yes?\"" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*The original value that had been offered was good enough for Kondor either way, and he's far too gentle a giant to actually take too much in such a way.*\n\n\"Eh, Kondor don't need loot. You take gear, items, stuff to sell. All I take is pay, and looted money. I not a greedy man.\" \n\n*What he was saying was that if he were to loot, it would just be money that he found. Any items would be given to the Qua. He felt that was fair.*\n\n\"And only pay extra if I earn. I useless, no money needed.\"\n\n*Of course, that meant that if he turned out to be useless, he would be fine not being paid, since he also wished to see the world and travel.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Is fair deal. Very fair deal. Maybe too fair \" *The Qua said. If Kondor was willing to concede his share of loot and help him save money, then he certainly don't mind*\n\n\"Me sure you big and useful. That always useful against *Knifey*\" *The Qua whispered the last word, lest he incurs the wrath of another elven adventurer again.*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "\"Hehe, yes, yes. Fair deal. I take useful stuff, but Kondor is no good at selling or money, so only useful stuff for I. Everything else, boss get.\" *Though he wouldn't deny extra pay, he sure as hell wouldn't cause extra difficulties if it just meant more work for his contractor. Really a healthy soul.*\n\n\"Elves too soft. Like stick. They snap, easy. But arrows annoying, painful. Stick to you for while.\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*He clicked and clacked for a little bit again,*\"Then for fairness, we will give you some gold from when we sell gears that is belongs to you.\" \n\n*Perhaps this mercenary is too innocent. He really need a baptism by fire, so to speak.*\n\n\"Then, we will be going at tommorow, at noon, at the port, we meet up there, yes. Noon bell will ring and you be there in fifteen minutes, yes?\"\n\n*He was referring to the bell rung customarily when it is noon time in the city.*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "\"Noon bell, yes. I know.\" *His head bobbed up and down as he planted the thought into his memory to make sure it wouldn't escape his mind. Fingers tapping onto his helmet, the rhythm he tapped specifically to help him remember. It was a technique he had learned, associating rhythms with memories, and it kept stuff in his head.* \n\n\"Everything is fine. I is glad to work with you!\" *A wide smile revealing jagged and serrated teeth from behind his mask, he put his hand out to shake the Qua's.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*He shook the giant's hand back. His grip was surprisingly firm, though obviously uncomfortable due to the difference in size and height between the tw.*\n\n\"Now I talk to this new girl and get them set up, you can rest in the meantime.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Roach made a small, surprised noise at being likened to a dragon. It was unexpected and she felt flattered. \"S-sure, I know my magic and I know my weapons, but I think you are the one more like a dragon, am I right? Strong and big and tough and beautiful. Yep, Kondor is the best dragon.\"\n\nRoach grit her teeth a little at the Qua's counter offer involving loot. The daily pay was a good gain, but the real reward was in the potential goods that they could pick off the dead. \n\n*Damn, did I piss them off?* \n\nShe was about to debate the change until Kondor derailed her train of thought. She looked at the giant in surprise, realizing for the first time the kind of person he was. It warmed her heart a little, though it made her head anxious, realizing he was probably easy to take advantage of. \n\n\"My my, you're even luckier that I thought; Kondor is so generous! I can't even argue against that, so I'm good with what the big guy wants.\"\n\nShe nodded as the final arrangements were made. \"Noon. Docks. Got it. I'll help you remember, too. Where are you staying, Kondor?\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Qua had nothing more to say after finalizing the arrangement. All that remains to be arranged is transportation.*\n\n\"So you, human woman, I'll be going to arrange transportation. Yez yezz?\"" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Similarly to the Qua, Kondor really didn't have much more to say on the matter, just scratching his head, thinking where he would hang out as he waited.* \n\n\"Yes, I go hang around town. Kondor not staying anywhere.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Yes yes.\" She nodded at the Qua with a smile. \"We will see you tomorrow, boss. Now then...\"\n\nShe put a hand on the edge of Kondor's armor and gave it a good tug. She had no chance to actually move him but she only meant to let him know she wanted to go outside with her. Once they were outside she took a deep breath and sighed contentedly. Then she turned to Kondor, getting a better look at him in the light.\n\n\"You don't have a place to stay? That won't do at all. I have a room at one of the inn's, so you'll stay with me, mhm. We should get cleaned up, too, since we're going to be travelling.\" She smiled up at Kondor, hands on her hips." } ]

[ { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Following behind her with a look of curiosity in his piercing red eyes, Kondor's arms could just be seen swaying from side to side ever so slightly, fingers twitching slightly with the steps he took, almost as if he were tapping to a song. In the light, it was easier to see his form. His shoulders were exposed, unlike the rest of his body which was covered in metal plating. The skin was rough, as though it had been scarred so much that such a form had become natural. On top of that... It was red. His skin was red, just like an Oni. But if he were so, his horn was nowhere to be seen.*\n\n\"Kondor finds place at night, is fine, yes. If Roach wants, I sleep on floor. Bed not important. I sleep on ground since I was child, so really, no problem.\" *He didn't seem to be lying, nd the rusted gear that he wore, including a pair of heavy looking gauntlets, with a pair of serrated blades on the back of his hand running down to his elbow made to tear into flesh positioned on top of them. His body was surprisingly actually hunched over due to the sheer amount of muscle that caused him to have a hunchback.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Roach did notice and she did wonder, but she didn't really want to ask about his skin. He seemed really nice and it didn't *Feel* Like an act. So she ignored it and led him along, hanging off of Kondor as if they were close whenever people gave him looks. She waved cheerily at the stunned inkeep as she led Kondor (carefully) through the building and upstairs, promising to cover for the big man staying the night.\n\n\"Heeeere we go. It's simple and a little hot, but decent as rooms go. The only reason I'm putting you on the floor is, hup!\" She took a moment to catch a breath after tossing the mattress to the floor. \"That bed is just too small for you. But this should be nicer than hard wood. Good rest is important before a job. Oh yes, and so is getting clean! They have a bathhouse downstairs' even a laundress for hire. Here.\" She took several dozen silver and forced it into Kondor's hand. \n\n\"Take your time, enjoy the hot water, and let me know if anyone messes with you, okay? While you wash I'm going to clean up our armor and weapons, sound good to you? I'll wash up myself after you get back.\" She nodded once and started unfastening the many straps that kept her armor snug to her body.\n\n\"You need help getting the plates off?\"" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "Walking by the people with their weird expressions, Kondor mimicked Roach in her little wave, raising his hand and shaking it whenever she did, looking back and forth between her and the people. The closeness at which she was hanging onto him didn't seem to affect him, especially since the last person he had hung out with, who just disappeared the day after. Though his head bumped on the ceiling as the pair went upstairs, he wasn't really bothered by it at all.\n\nStaring at the silver that had been placed on his hand, Kondor smiled and shook his head. \"No, no, no need for money. Kondor is having plenty, have it.\" Saying so, he pushed the silver back into her hands and pulled on a pouch that had hung beneath one of the plates. From the jiggling sound, it seemed like there was quite an amount there.\n\nWhen she mentioned getting his armour off, his eyes did seem to widen in surprise. Waving his hands a little bit in the air, he said, \"Ah, yes. Would like help. Kondor... Never takes off armour. Just river in wild, so no need. Thank you.\" He then pats his helmet, \"But not helmet. Helmet I take off.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Whoa, he really is a pro, just like I guessed. I know those muscles weren't just for show! Even if it is a magnificent show.*\n\n\"Alright then, I'll help you with everything else. You know I did say I'd be covering for you, even if- kwahh!?\" She exclaimed suddenly, mortification etched deeply into her features. \n\n\"D.. Did you just say.. You *Never* Take off your armor. K-Kondor! That's not good for your armor and it's even worse for you! Haaahh!\" Concerned for his well being and partly for his equipment she set to work quickly, nimble fingers aggressively working rusted clasps and straps.\n\n\"I will be working on your armor first, I didn't realize the rust was so deep set. Do I have enough oil? I think I do. You need to get yourself cleaned up really well, and make sure you dry off thoroughly, too.\" She piled the plates as she removed each one and checked his skin over as she worked.\n\n*Jeez poor guy. No one taught him how to take care of himself or his things, did they?*" } ]

[ { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "He was rather startled at how active she had been in removing his armour, reflexively raising his arms in order to facilitate the removal of it. He really didn't feel like it was a bad thing that he didn't take his armour off, he was actually quite used to washing himself along with the thing.\n\n\"Aaah, what you doing? Is quite ticklish, yes?\" He gets out a few chuckles as more and more of his plate came off, each bit revealing scars, bite marks, and in some places even burn marks. \"Kondor is embarrassed.\" \n\nIt wasn't that he wasn't taught how, he just found it more convenient. On top of that, he never really spent much time with any one individual." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "She couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected reaction from the giant man.\n\n\"So you're the ticklish sort? I'll have to keep that in mind!\"\n\n*But those scars, I wonder if his whole life has been fighting, just because he's big? Reliable, but seems unfair for such a nice guy.*\n\n\"Alright, now go be embarrassed in some hot water!\" She said with an encouraging pat. \"Wait, I don't really mean that literally. Just go wash up.\"\n\nWith the last heavy plate added to the impressive pile she started rooting around in her duffel bag. Extracting brushes, cloth, and flasks of oil she then plopped down next to the armor, took a deep breath, and started cleaning it all properly." }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "Nodding with an appreciative smile on his face, the man then lumbered his way off to the showers. Underneath his armour he had only actually been wearing some old looking trousers, but at least it's better than not wearing anything.\n\n\"Thank you. Is grateful, really.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "- - - **The next morning** - - -\n\nThe tiny Macen resting her head against Kondor's side finally stirred after having been up late, diligently working on there equipment until it looked almost new. Her long blonde hair she had let down was a right mess from sleep, and in a plain red tunic she looked no different from your average civilian compared to her armed and armored appearance last night. Or rather, next to Kondor, she looked like an average child. \n\nWearily she sat up and rubbed her eyes. She turned her head to regard her current adventuring companion to see if he was awake. She lightly patted his side.\n\n\"Morning, my friend. Sleep was good?\"" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "Turning his head slowly to face the tiny lady, Kondor nodded in response to her question. He would have insisted that she slept instead of working on his armour, but since he had pretty much lost track of time in the baths, he himself had only actually came back way past midnight. Patting the woman softly with his gargantuan digits, he stretched himself, groaning slightly as he prepared to get up.\n\n\"Yes, yes, I sleep good. You?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Whoa, hehe.\"\n\nShe couldn't help but laugh a bit at being patted on the head by a hand so large it blocked out the sun for her. Not to mention almost no one ever gave her headpats. From anyone else it might seem weird but from Kondor she sensed not even the barest hint of ill will. It was nice and it made her smile.\n\n\"I slept like a rock once I got around to it. Hopefully not too late, though..\" She replied with a stretch. She went to the window to check the position of the sun.\n\n*High up there already, but not 'high noon' yet. Lucky. That sure was a lot of work last night.*\n\nShe yawned and turned around, half leaning, half sitting on the open window sill.\n\n\"Hungry?\"" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "\"Ooh, yes, always hungry. And thank you for armour.\" Standing up from the bed and scratching his back as he looked at the pile of now shiny plates, he couldn't help but smile at the thing, remembering when it was first given to him.\n\n\"What food you like?\" He asked while placing the gauntlets on his arms once more. He was fine going on without the armour, but his weapons were to keep.\n\nHis helmet did seem to be slightly loose, so it was evident that he had taken it off yesterday, albeit not somewhere she could have seen him. He strapped on the bottom part of the thing, before sorting through his stuff, deciding what to take and what to leave. Coin bag, definitely take. Anyone dumb enough to try to mug him would probably end up being the one who was mugged." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Aha, silly question, of course you would be. I guess I was asking what you wanted in a roundabout way. I'll try to remember to keep it straightforward. As for what I like? Hmmmm... I'd have to say most things, but when I'm in town I like to try stuff I can't easily have out in the wild, stuff that takes more preparation like sauces of fresh baked goods. Oh eggs, definitely we should grab a few eggs while we can.\" Briefly she reconsidered, considering Kondor, and laughed lightly. \"Or a few dozen.\"\n\nShe pushed off from the sill as Kondor selected a minimum of gear. From her own things she picked only a belt with a pouch attached to it and some light boots better suited for local travel. And of course the room key. She led him out and locked the door behind them before heading downstairs, tea and eggs first on her mind. She made an effort at fixing her hair as they went, though she knew it was mostly futile." }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "I'm the end, he ended up just taking his gauntlets and money, as well as a pouch which contained a few materials for emergency, such as a few darts and a couple metres of rope. \"Kondor likes anything, meat better though. Beef, cow, anything. Kondor will eat it. Or, we could hunt food.\" \n\nHe didn't actually have any hair, in contrast to Roach, though that wasn't something that was visible. Lowering his head as he went down the stairs, he just ignored any staring that he might get." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Mm, not a bad idea. Farm cattle are way better than wild, and they can marinate the meat in all sorts of tasty sauces. We should try slow cooked pork with the sweet and tangy glaze sometime. Practically melts in your mouth. But it sounds like steak and eggs for today.\"\n\n She droned on happily, scanning the downstairs dining area. It seemed a busy morning, but thanks to Kondor being Kondor most people made space for them. They got many glances, a few double takes, and even one or two long stairs. It seemed a few people had something on their mind seeing them together, but thankfully held their tongues for now.\n\nRoach found a free table for them both and waved down a serving girl, who did not look happy about it. She ordered green tea, steak marinated in a bourbon sauce, and scrambled eggs. She then asked if Kondor wanted the same or something else, before tripling the size of his order. \n\n\"Phew, clean, well rested, and soon to be well fed. Our boss sure is lucky. So, how long exactly have you been a swor- er, a mercenary?\"" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "Agreeing to have the same food as Roach had chosen, while also feeling ever so slightly guilty for the commotion which the two had caused, Kondor tapped his fingers on the table happily, while waving at the serving girl, no ill intent directed in any way.\n\n\"Kondor has been mercenary... 12 years. Kondor is 36 years old. Wander, quest, fight, so on. Looking for master, I am. He very good man, make me these.\" He shakes his wrists a bit, indicating that he meant his gauntlets. \"They called, Donner, and Schlag. Very good weapons, just good for me.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Twelve years? That's about half as long as I've been alive! And you got *Named* Weapons from your master? Shoot I've got a ton of em but nothing with a name. Maybe we can look for your master together after this job? I have nothing else planned after and what falls in one mercs lap can be done better by two, am I right? Speaking of we should probably gear up and head to the docks after we eat, I know it's at least late morning.\"\n\nThe small mercenary certainly liked to talk it seemed. She likewise sermed to find Kondor to be very interesting, or good company, or both. The many people around them stealing glances or giving looks went largely unnoticed since she had initially identified them." } ]

[ { "author": "ansari", "message": "A group of adventurers has gathered in front of the town hall, at the scheduled departure date for the adventurers. If Kondor came here, he'd be waved over by a Qua he'd seen in the hall before." }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Seeing the group of adventurers which were waiting in the hall, and more specifically his employer, he followed along, making his way into the group.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The leader gave them a brief briefing,*\"Right. All of you are coming onboard a ship we've chartered, that'll sail north to Gumrak. Normally, nothing should happens on the way there, but pirates activities has been heavy, so an attack might happen.\"\n\n*The leader led them aboard a large carrack, which would set sail after a few hours of goods-loading.*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Stepping inside the ship, Kondor took a look around to make sure that things were in order and his gear was all good. He took the chance to look at the people he was going with, just in case, as well.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*A motley mix of different adventurers. Most of them were Macen, barely armoured or armed. Some of them seems to have magical power of their own, as a group of three young men showed by displaying their ability to enhance their sword strikes.*\n\n*Kondor would be treated to meals of plenty of grain, a decent amount of preserved fish and fresh meat, along with preserved vegetables on the way.*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Rather content with the food he was getting, on top f the payment, Kondor was plenty happy on the ship. On the day to day life, he was quite likely to help around with manual labour such as with ropes.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*For the next two days of the journey, everything would be peaceful, with nothing much happening...\n\nOn the third day, with wind blowing in from the west, a large carrack would appears on the horizon. It has razed, lowered fore and aftcastle, and is faster than usual, with more rigs, and its deck cramped with crew. It made a beeline straight for the transport carrying the adventurers, and then hoisted a black flag. Where would Kondor be?*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Kondor was on deck, spotting the ship approaching from the gaps in his mask, before bellowing out to the rest of the ship in case they hadn't seen it yet.* \n\"PIRATE ATTACK!\"\n*Rather quickly, he tied the ropes he had down so they would not move, and prepared his gauntlets for a fight.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The ship continued to approach, and the Captain debated his move. Turning east and steering into the coast of the desert doesn't seems to be wise idea, and the ship seems out run anyhow.*\n\n*He rang a bell,*\"PIRATES ATTACK! TO YOUR STATIONS!\" *The adventurers started to rush out from the lower deck one by one, cramping together to form an improvised shield wall, while ranged weapons equipped adventurers gathered behind the shield wall.\n\nOne of them seems to be arguing with other adventurers about how much space he grabbed. He is carrying a sling in his hand, along with a large bag of lead bullets.*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Kondor takes a step behind the shield wall that had been made, and walked up to the man with the slingshot.* \"Oi, quiet. Fight enemy, not each other!\" *His voice was deep and guttural, unlike his usual casual and soft tone. He was really awaiting more for the pirates to send their grapples to board the place in order to fight now.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"I tell you, I need twelve feets to myself to swing this thing around! Just get out of my way!\" \"But what about my men who need space here!\" \n*Some of the men in front looked back as Kondor approached them, wondering what they were arguing about. After Kondor arrived, the slinger backed off to another side, while the archer moved right behind the wall. It seems size always work for resolving useless arguments.*\n\n*As the pirate approached within 600 feet, the slinger would be the first onboard to start shooting. His hands glowed green, and magical power infused his sling. He grabbed a heavy looking lead bullet, and loaded it into his cord. He swung it around his head once, before flinging the bullet out at an alarming speed. Its effect were shown a few seconds later, when one of the Qua on the opposing shield wall suddenly dropped backward. Then another, then a third. The rest of them immediately raised up their shields, forming an wooden wall to defend themselves from the slinger's onslaught.*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Facing the nearing enemies, Kondor couldn't really do anything until they got closer... Unless, he were to pick up one of the cannonballs and hurl it towards the enemy ship. His gargantuan digits curled around one of the cannonballs, holding it behind him before rotating his body to throw the metal thing at some of the enemies that approached.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Kondor grabbed one of the heavy sling projectile, and hurled it at the enemy ship as they fell into range. It fell down in a ballistic arc, landing on the head of a Qua with a satisfying thunk. A satisfying thunk that wasn't heard by Kondor, unfortunately. Someone in the pirate's formation dropped down with a heavy concussion and skull fracture, and was promptly dragged away to the healer's room.*\n\n*When the ship approached within 100 feet, they started shooting grappling hooks, forcing the two ship closer, while the adventurers ringed a deadly amount of projectiles on the Qua. The Qua responded in kind, many of them using a hand to hold the shield, and two of theirs to operate a bow, outshooting the adventurers and forcing many of them to take cover behind pre-prepared wooden pavises.\n\nMoments later, the ships crashed together, with the Qua jumping onboard and charging around, scattering the formation of the adventurers. One of them charged straight ahead at Kondor from 30 feet away. He held two 1.8m long spears on his upper arm, a 0.9m long sabre, and a kite shield.*\n\n\"You big man! FIGHT ME!\"" } ]

[ { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*In the mayhem that ensued between the ships as they crashed together, pirates crossing over to his in a way that could only be described as very tempting to give a light push over the edge, Kondor unsheathed the blades on his arm, their simple mechanism that kept them folded up so as to not be cumbersome flipping them out like a butterfly knife. With this, his jaw opened wide to release a loud roar, his veins glowing a deep crimson and the blades of his gauntlets emanating bloodlust, showing off the same, red glow.*\n\n```Strength +4, 3.75 mana per turn.```\n\n*Taking a deep look at the opponent who had called him out, Kondor analysed his situation. The two spears were most definitely longer than his arms could reach, but their problem laid with the fact that he wore heavy plate armour, his prized Arkoyr, which was twice as heavy and tough as normal. A piercing weapon was not a great matchup against this. However, that sabre, it posed a threat. With saliva dripping through the holes in his mask, Kondor charged towards the warrior, his arms placed in front of him almost to mow the man down, crossed so as to throw off the two spears if they were to hit him.*\n\n*With his body tilted in such a way, his height was much lower than normal, as most of it was pointed towards the abdomen of his target. His left arm would rise up, once at a sufficient distance, to slice at the wooden poles of the spears, leaving his right to defend himself against the sabre.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*While one Qua charged straight toward Kondor, other were noticeably wary of this full plate armoured, large and strong looking warrior. A small group of three warriors bypassed them to engage some lightly armoured warrior behind him.\n\nThe Qua stared back at Kondor, breathing in and out intensely, while letting out some guttural screeching sounds in an attempt to intimidate him. The moment Kondor charged him, he let out a loud scream...\n\nAnd turned around, running toward a group of three other Qua, all carrying their siganture sword-and-shield and dual spears. The three Qua stared at their fleeing comrade, and Kondor, with the look of.\n\n\"What have you brought upon us?\"*\n\n*The Qua stood unsteadily in their formation only 20 feet away from Kondor, practically cowering.*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Confused at the sudden retreat, Kondor genuinely believed that this was a tactical move, much like a backdash to overwhelm him after his charge ended. In such a vision, his eyes lit up in excitement at his opponent's \"Genius\" Move, but he knew this wouldn't work, charging further, his back straightening again to prepare to swing his arm with all his might to batter the insects off the ship, like a spider in a bathtub.*\n\n\"Haha! You smart, but Donner want to meet! Say hi to Donner!\" *Saying this, his arm struck the group to the side, or at least three of them, because the final one was left to meet another very special friend of Kondor's.* \"And this! This Schlaag! Schlaag don't like hitting! It like stab! Stab stab stab!\" *And there went his blade, headed directly for the insectoid's abdomen. These were really fists of havoc.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The formation again, scattered at Kondor's charge. Normally, one would keep track of all individual, but the Qua were metaphorically scattered like ants before the might of Kondor. \n\nThe other three fled away to another corner of the ship - they carried no weapon capable of **Hurting** Kondor, while one was unfortunately, left up to be caught in his charge. He immediately raised his shield to block the gauntlet slash meant for three of his friend, while pressing his sword against it to support himself.*\n\n***THUD***\n\n***CRACK***\n\n*The Qua survived the hit, visibly sliding back on the ground from how powerful it was. The gauntlet managed to cut completely through the kite shield, cutting open the Qua's forearm in half, while snapping the sword he used to support the shield. But he is alive.*\n\n*And he isn't having any more of it.*\n\n\"I SURRENDER! LET LIVE!\" *He screamed.*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*With his charge evaded by the three other Qua, or more accurately, ran away from, he had shown surprise and to some level, frustration. About to swing down his other arm to stab down into the Qua's head, his movements were interrupted by the shouts of the fighter.*\n\n\"Surrender? Ah, teacher says to 'Be merciful on those who surrender.' Bah, Kondor likes honour. Back to your ship you go!\" *Saying such words, his hand instead scooped up the man and launched him back to his own ship, throwing him at one of the groups which manned the weapons of the enemy vessel.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Qua screamed in panic as Kondor picked him up, not knowing what kind of fate is about to befall him. The Qua, however, was quite heavy, and Kondor just wasn't quite strong enough to throw them across the ship yet..\n\nThe Qua was thrown from his grip, flailing as he flew briefly, before landing in middle of the two ship, dangling on top of two grappling hook rope, holding on for dear life with his remaining three arms. Two comrade quickly rescued him.\n\nThis was an art of releasing a prisoner of war for him, but to the rest of the Qua, this was more of an act of sheer terror, a demonstration of force. Perhaps gunboat diplomacy - but there's no gun, only boat.*\n\n*There's not a Qua in sight who look eager to fight Kondor. Meanwhile, on the other ship, it seems a group of better-armed veteran pirates are gathering, all of them with helmet, breastplate, and a mace*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Taking a look at the new opponents, Kondor cooled down a little, having had a much needed stress release already. For fighting a group of enemies with maces, he would have more of a problem since he had far more resistance to sharp weapons than blunt. Looking around for anything useful, Kondor decides on just skipping the wait for them to come to him.*\n\n*He runs up to their ship, jumping over the border of his own, but quite sadly the power of gravity becomes his greatest enemy, as he begins a great descent. Which is where his weapons come in just nicely, embedding the two gauntlet blades into the side of the enemy ship, and beginning to climb up, leaving large holes behind where he climbed, using these as foothold too.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*A few adventurers looked at Kondor with wide eyes as he performed the risky move of jumping over, instead of attempting to walk over on a gangplank or something. Regardless, it seems he has survived the perilous move.*\n\n*The Qua did not react to his move at all, thinking he has fallen into the sea below. Instead, they formed up a battle line. Each of them were wearing cheap, almain rivet armour that protected their head, torso, upper thigh and upper arm reasonably. All of them had an arming sword and a mace. Instead of spear, they held a mace and shield on their upper arm, while their lower arm held dagger dedicated to dealing with Kondor.\n\nThey formed up in a line, preparing to cross over to the other ship when Kondor managed to climb up to the deck again.\n\nThe group stood 20 ft. Away*\n\n*Their formation was much steadier, and they stood side by side, covering eachother.*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*It was a lucky gamble, but honestly more fun to do because why the heck not, and as he prepared to fight against these enemies, he thumped his two fists together, activating his second trait.*\n\n```General speed bonus, +0.4, 3.75 mana per turn. Total mana now: 85/100. Consumption rate from now on: 7.5 per turn.```\n\n*Making his attack first, he raised his fists into a boxing position, defending him against attacks to his head or neck which were the most dangerous points for him. As he approached the group, he first wanted to know how many there were, dashing sideways to attack the one on the farthest end of their formation first, while keeping an eye on the others who now were behind his target. (Essentially, he moved to besides their line so they can't move without getting closer to unprotected borders of the ship, meaning they could be pushed off, so he's getting behind their line. Line 'em up.)*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Encouraged by Kondor's reign of terror, some of the adventurers crossed ship, attacking other pirates onboard the ship, leaving Kondor free to focus on the four in front of him.*\n\n``` All Qua will be counted in order they're behind the first one. The one on the farthest end would be Qua 1 ```\n\n***Qua 1** (The one he is now engaging) turned toward him, holding up his shield. He took a backstep, trying to clear out room for his comrade, while holding his shield steadily.\n\n**Qua 2 and 3** Circled to Kondor's left, while **1** Backed off toward the aftcastle. **4** Considered moving to the other edge of the ship, flanking Kondor from the left, but decided against it as he could be pushed off. Instead, he stayed behind **1**, trying to cover him in case Kondor charged him. Both group maintained a distance of 12 ft from him if possible.*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Seeing this impeccable teamwork in play, Kondor scoffed respectfully. Of course, a scoff is going to be interpreted as mockery by anyone else.* \"I like you!\" \n\n*His first move was to dash towards* **3** *In a sweeping slash to the Qua's calves, his arms larger than most of his limbs allowing him to have such a reach in order to attempt to trip up the enemy, while his focus kept his other arm held in a defensive position so as not to get major damage from one of the other maces, while poised in a way that it could quickly slash at the neck of* **3** Had it fallen to his sweep attack.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "***3** Fell against his charge. He held up his shield, only to have it swept away by the gauntlet, followed by a quick slash to his neck. He was instantly killed. In front of him, **2** Charged forward, slamming his shield into one of his gauntlet to control it, while swinging his mace down at Kondor's shoulders.\n\n**1 and 4** Charged after Kondor, and then quickly went for his legs, stabbing their dagger behind his knee in an attempt to immobilize this overpowering monster by attacking his weak points - where the knee plates were linked with mail*" } ]

[ { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*It was at this point that the sustained usage of his boosting magic proved its usefulness, as his increased general speed allowed him to make his movements much earlier than he usually would, making a quick movement with his right arm to donk* **2** *In the head, grabbing it and swinging it around to defend his knees, making a meat shield out of the Qua before he had even died.*\n\n*Of course, now he only had one arm at his disposal in order to deal with the two Qua, and this would be especially tricky even though his gauntlets had two blades each. Raising his arm up, he simply made sure they could not reach his head with their maces, while lunging the insect shield onto the others in an attempt to throw them off their balance.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Kondor successfully grabbed **2**, who impacted **1**. **2**'s legs were broken from the impact, and 1 would be knocked down by the quick and strong Kondor, his plan of attack foiled by the usage of his teammate as a weapon.\n\n**2**'s impact with **1** Was enough to deprive **2** Of most of its momentum. **4** Managed to reach Kondor, and hit him in the knee with a hard swing on the mace. It might be enough to jam the joint a bit, or perhaps hurt him badly - but not likely enough to crack a bone. Afterward, he quickly attempted to run away while he still can, dragging **1** Along the way.\n\n**\"IBEEEEEEEEEE COME!\" A loud, thunderous shout came from behind the double doors leading to the aftcastle cabin**\n\n*The door on the aftcastle opened, and a large creature crashed through it. A brayer standing at a mighty 2.2 meters, with brown skin. He wore an **Incomplete, ill-fitted breastplate**, that looks like the product of someone fusing two smaller breastplate together. He wore a nasal helm with aventail, with special accomodation for his horn. His body was covered in what could be described as some sort of linen and cotton \"Armour\". \n\nOn his left hand is a **2.6 meters long** \"Quarterstaff\", though it resembled a piece of log being swung around, more than an actual quarterstaff. He held it with only one hand. The staff were reinforced with iron bands throughout, and were so thick it could've easily weighed 15 to 20 pounds. Its surface looked strangely slick and reflective, as if some sort of magic has been used to enchant it...\n\nAnd the Minotaur seems to be holding it one handed nimbly.*\n\n*He turned toward Kondor, staring at him from 50 feet away*\n\n*On the adventurer's ship, a group of alarmed adventurers rushed to a springald on the aftcastle, and quickly started cocking it, unbeknownst to the minotaur, whose vision is totally focused on the giant little shit who just wrecked eight of his crew casually*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "With the hit taken to his knee from the mace of the warrior, Kondor was at a disadvantage. His movement was still fast and powerful, but he had certainly gotten a limp from the damage, Perhaps it had torn a muscle.\n\nTurning to face his opponent, the giant Oni was filled with rage, blinded to other enemies as the bottom of his mask leaked saliva as he drooled madly, grunting with each breath that expanded his chest and parted his shoulders from the sheer amount of air being forced in. Oh the look on his eyes, even through the rusted helmet that looked like it was part of his head, the beady red stare pierced straight through to the Minotaur. \n\nAnd so the battle started, the air screaming as it was violently pushed aside by the charge of Kondor, his arms, arguably his strongest weapons, bundled up together as though he were doing a rugby tackle. But though his reasoning was clouded by rage, his instinct told him to take this position so as to be able to quickly adapt to a swing from the side in order to avoid being struck.\n\n\"RRRAAAAAAAAHH! KONDOR CRUSH UGLY MAN!\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "Blinded as Kondor was, all the other enemies was eager to avoid Kondor after seeing what happened. Only this minotaur seems willing to challenge Kondor. Even Kondor's allies shied away from the fight, preferring to fight the other easier crewmembers instead.\n\nIt was a duel between the two now... Save for the possibility of a Springald being shot at the Minotaur.\n\nThe minotaur gripped his staff tightly with his hands, and then took a backstep, steadying himself as Kondor charged toward him. He took a deep breath, and then swung his heavy staff from the lower right, aiming at his knee, where Kondor would have a harder time reaching with his gauntlet - He wasn't afraid of it being blocked, because of his great strength and the staff's sturdiness, he was reasonably certain it would crush through and hit... And hurt a lot...\n\nBut the Minotaur have more than one trick up his sleeve...\n\nHis skin would turn grey and silver-like, as if steel were layered on top of it. His movement slowed down a bit, but not enough to stop him from fighting effectively.*\n\n**\"IBE STEEL SKIN LOSE NO FIGHT!\"** \n\n```\nMana: 80/100, Steel Skin activated for 4 turns.\nStat:\nStrength: 10\n\n\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "Kaleidoscopic vision flooded Kondor's diminutive mind, the result of wearing a helmet that let in light only through small holes. Overflowing and dripping rapidly from the bottom of his mask, the slobber he released increased his savage appearance. The energy through his blood still ran rampant, flowing freely and violently, converging in his veins and into the gaps in his muscles as they contracted heavily. \n\nHowever, the Minotaur's trick also provided a massive disadvantage. Kondor was far faster to react than him. On top of this, his strength still trumped that of the Minotaur, even after the ridiculous increase. As such, his beast like movements went through with not only unpredictability, but also monstrous velocity.\n\nThe floorboards splintered from the force applied as his gargantuan arms pushed down at the floor to throw himself up, both arm blades extended out and pointed at the Minotaur's neck in such a way that even if the blades were to miss, the impact of just the fists would both come down on either side of the enemy's neck, most certainly breaking it.\n\n\"**WELL KONDOR HAVE FLESH AND METAL!**\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The minotaur's staff speeded pass the jumping Kondor, missing it with a whoosh as it whipped through the air. The giant was much faster than expected. The minotaur's arms slammed down on the deck quicker than he thought, and the charge staggeringly quick for a creature supposed to be as bulky as he is...\n\nHe saw the blade clamping down on him as he committed to an unstoppable jump attack. The minotaur crouched down, and swung the staff upward toward Kondor, while ducking to avoid being clapped. The staff's shaft would now be flying upward at Kondor's groin, while Kondor flew toward the minotaur...\n\nLikely slamming him down onto the ground stunned, but not quite dead, as he would've dodged the easy to telegraph gauntlet clap.*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*For a few, brief moments, Kondor revised a thought in his mind. Did he want to have kids? Hm... No! A man has no need for balls in battle! In the position that he was in, Kondor had only one way to be able to parry the attack. Kicking the staff, which would accelerate him towards the ground much faster, at the big risk of failing and taking a golden battering to the nuts.*\n\n*In the heat of battle, the adrenaline paid off, as he parried the attack with a kick on the staff, and rolled on the ground behind the Minotaur, embedding the blades into the floor to slow his movement before turning back.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Minotaur dropped onto the ground, and then turned back toward Kondor as he recovered from the strike.\n\nHe took a few steps back, now standing around 10 feet away, with his staff ready for another swipe. He is wary of close quarter combat with this not so gentle giant.*\n\n\"Crew! Take him down!\" *He ordered, only for no one to respond. All of them are too busy fighting other adventurers, or perhaps not up to the task at all*" } ]

[ { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Making himself aware of his surroundings was what came first next, analysing the ship, its mast, how close they were to it. Circling the Minotaur, Kondor positioned himself in front of the ship's mast, with full knowledge that a strike from that staff was most likely going to smash the thing and hard.*\n\n*His blades were two on each hand, in order to have the functionality of being able to lock a weapon in place with much more ease. It was for this reason that Kondor felt confident in being able to block the attacks that would be sent forward, and kept himself at a distance of 15ft when he moved himself to the mast, hoping that the Minotaur would close the gap himself.*\n\n\"Any person interrupts, their skull becomes bowl for brain soup!\" *Rugged in his tone compared to before, Kondor was quite clearly in a serious state.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The Minotaur sized Kondor up and down again, wondering what to do. Charging up and attacking with the mast in the way would not be to his advantage. \n\nHe glanced at the fight around him, time was not to his advantage. He took a deep breath, and walked toward an adventurer fighting a pirate on the side, away from Kondor, twirling his quarterstaff threateningly." }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "Kondor was taken aback by this movement, insulted that the Minotaur would assault another during their fight, not only because it was dishonourable, but because it also insulted their fight up until now. The rage he had coursed through his blood further.\n\nYet he knew that this was a bluff, and he could not move forward so foolishly. And so, he too did the same thing, stepping away from the Minotaur and towards another pair of pirate and adventurer, approaching from the side to deliver a piercing punch to the abdomen of the Qua pirate, and another to its neck. Twisting the body, he wrenched it's head off in a gory movement, before gouging the insides out, spilling them onto the ship's deck, limbs removed as well, before placing the remaining exoskeleton on his arm, giving him a heavy, but clearly sizeable shield.\n\n```Qua \"Not Quite Living\" Shield acquired.```" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "The minotaur, seeing Kondor just casually annihilate another pirate, walked toward the adventurer, and swung at the adventurer from behind with the staff, cracking their ribs and shattering their innard in a single stroke. He roared at Kondor, before approaching another pair to intervene in group fight. He just wanted to provoke Kondor into attacking him, instead of duelling him next to the mast.*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "Kondor was stupid, but he wouldn't fall for a good like this. Taking a heavy step each second, his arms performed execution after execution, stabbing through the guts, grabbing their heads and smashing them to the floor. His will was unbroken. Running into a group of pirates, he tackled them, making them drop their weapons before grabbing two of them by the heads and dragging them along the floor. \n\nNow, he approached the Minotaur once more. The two Qua pirates in his hands were capable of little resistance, as he raised them up and clanked their heads together, not to kill but to incapacitate. Living meat shields. His attack began, holding both of them in front of him, while paying attention to where the staff was coming from." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The minotaur did the same, finishing one after another adventurer, occasionally glancing over at the other super person on the ship. He seems to be growing tired of the casualties now.\n\nHe raised his staff, preparing to confront Kondor once more, now in the open without a mast to restrict his staff.*\n\n**WHOOSH**\n\n*A blur flew in front of Kondor, and then the minotaur, crashing into the deck and punching a hole through it into the deck below. The massive spear-like projectile stuck out of the upper deck, in front of the minotaur, a menacing reminder that he is targeted by artillery right now. The minotaur glanced over at the source of the blow - the springald being loaded earlier, and see the adventurers readying another projectile.*\n\n\"COME AT ME!\" *The minotaur called out again, while standing some fifteen feet away. Inside, he was afraid. He has to defeat this monster somehow, or eventually fall victim to the springald. Maybe he should surrender..*\n\n**But that isn't fun.**" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Kondor cackled, almost maniacally as his charge began, running at the Minotaur at the top of his speed, head low and arms above, the unconscious meat shields protecting the sides of his body as he ran. If he received a swing to the side, he would intercept it with one of the pirates and stab at the minotaur's lungs. If he received one from above, her would intercept with one of his gauntlets, and stab the minotaur's chest directly. If he were to receive a thrust, he could easily thrust it right back, and pummel the Minotaur in the chest with it before stabbing his spleen and then head. He had each and every angle covered.*\n\n\"RRAAAAHAHAHAAA! CRUSH YOUR COCK WITH A ROCK I MUST! MAXIMUM PAIN YOU MUST ENDURE, SEA THIEF!\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The minotaur stared at the charging giant, and then steeled himself - literally, recasting steel skin to save himself from this maniac. He had... No idea what to do.*\n\n\"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRHGGHHHHHHHHHH\"\n\n*He raised his staff up high into an overhead swing, aiming to swing as hard as he can as he counter-charged into Kondor, so to hit his head, while his steeled body crashed into the giant. It was a stupid move... But he's got steel skin.*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "Steel skin or not, what it would be striking was not Kondor, but Donner, his right gauntlet, entrapped in the gap between the two terrifyingly thick blades and throwing the attack off to the right along with the unconscious pirate, ramming into the beast and headbutting it.\n\nSchlaag came right after. The blades schlinged as they scrapped off of the exoskeleton of the shield which had covered them before, before a powerful punch came to the side of the Minotaur's ribs. Cold metal came into contact with its skin at the gap in the breastplate, penetrating through with a painful sound of flesh tearing. At this distance, Kondor breathed down on him. The staff was no use so close.\n\n\"You fight well...\" *His rough breathing could be hear, and he had clearly broken a rib or two in the whole fight.* \"Your soul is strong, it will live long in the afterlife.\" *He felt a sense of respect, but that was completely overwritten by his primitive pride. Donner was then thrusted at his neck to deal the final blow.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The staff crashed down with massive power, and would end up pushing Kondor's arms forcefully, possibly tearing a tendon or two. Right afterward, the two giant collided, and then the punch came to the Minotaur's ribs.\n\nThe minotaur coughed and gagged, for the steel skin was not enough to stop the blunt impact from impacting them. Ibe was wearing breastplate, and the steel skin blocked the blade. But a Kondor (TM) gut punch, is a gut punch. \n\nHe backed off, stunned, and then attempted to headbutt Kondor, interrupting him from attempting to finish him off. \n\nWith staggered, hasty breath, he tried to surrender.\n\n\"Surrender! Surrender! Haaah... Agh..\"" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "Unfortunately, it came too late for Kondor. His tank was starting to run low, and he did not care for this man's life in his bloodthirsty state. Laughing erratically, Kondor mercilessly ignored his pleads for surrender.\n\n\"You no spare me. They no spare me.\" *He gestures to the pirates.* \"No one spare me. So, I spare no one.\"\n\n**Fshing**\n\nKondor punched the blade into his neck, piercing between two pairs of the Minotaur's spinal bones, severing the nerve, and cutting off the brain's connection to its body." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The minotaur looked at Kondor as he made his speech. \n\nNope.\n\nHe leaned backward dramatically, and then literally dropped into the sea before he could kill him. A large splash were heard. At least he left his staff on the ship.*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Kondor was understandably pissed about this, roaring loudly as he threw himself at the ocean. He didn't even manage to take the head as proof of the kill.*\n\n*Nevertheless, he picked up the staff with his left arm, as his right was now quite wounded, and thrashed it against the mast of the ship, before running to the bridge for his own ship again, his blood returning to its previous state, losing the luminosity it had previously shown.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*With the captain dead or floundering in the water, the rest of the Qua surrendered. Luckily, due to both side's desires to capture each other, there were few killed on each side - except those killed by Kondor in his rampage. There were tens of dozens of Qua prisoners, held at sword point to man their ship.\n\nThe captain, after looking the amount of casualties sustained and how slow both ship would sail, decided to turn around and cancel their trip to Gumrak for now, instead going back to a closer port to Salvainia to rest and recuperate.\n\nAs the ship approached a port in the north several days later, the Captain called for Kondor to come to his room.*" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Kondor complied, entering the captain's room, bandages on his right arm and not wearing his usual gauntlet on that specific arm in order to allow it to heal safely. He had a few worries that the rampage he had done would cause trouble for him, although his biggest worry was that he could get sentenced and punished for it. Nevertheless, he entered the room, and awaited for his orders.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The captain sat in front of his table with a kind smile and a glass of steaming milk, along with freshly slaughtered and then roasted pork - recently stolen from the pirates' ship.*\n\n\"Ah! Kondor! You are here. Thank you for your good work. If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have defeated the captain and we would be in troubles.\n\n\"We fished their captain half-dead out of the water, he would ransom well in Salvainia. And here is your reward - please, have at the pork and food, it is your reward.\"\n\n*He took out a chest with jiggling gold coins inside, and put it down on the table. It sounds and looks heavy..*" } ]

[ { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "*Standing in front of the chest as the money inside it jiggled around, a pretty penny to anyone who would have seen it, Kondor was both confused and amazed.*\n\n\"For me? This all? So much money!\" *He stared down at it, alternating between the money and the food, though ultimately he began to dig in, while still looking at the coins every few seconds.*\n\n\"He strong, but worth this much? How much gold there?\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Yes, this much money.\" *The captain said as he opened the chest, revealing a grand total of fifty gold coins. All real, though not exactly polished.*\n\n\"This is your reward for your efforts - the crew think you deserve it.\" *The captain said,*\"We were all impressed by your performacne during the fight.\"" }, { "author": "lunarverna", "message": "\"Ah, thanking very much, yes, yes! Kondor is grateful! Pays for many day!\" *Gawking at the money once more, yet still filling himself with the food, the mouth plate of his mask removed, but not the whole things.*\n\n*His teeth were surprisingly clean, although obviously sharp and jagged. Perhaps it was his race.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "\"Well! When you get on the shore, go enjoy a big meal. You deserve it - Just make sure not to lose the coins, alright?\"\n\n*He sipped from his mug of small ale,*\"We'll serve a big meal before we go back on shore tonight. Make sure to eat up a lot - the adventurers will be dismissed after we dock - unfortunately we have too many wounded and dead to continue on to Gumrak.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi rides the horse around town, trying to find the Oni butcher. He adjusts his bladed gauntlets, tenses his shoulders and coughs. Although he shouldn't shed blood here unless absolutely necessary if at all, he fears he might be forced to get into a combat situation, so he's on guard.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*He'd have no trouble navigating the busy, moving city streets. The foot traffic practically carried him to the butcher's place, where a crowd of six or seven people were yelling and throwing various rotten vegetables at the storefront. The one window looking forward was broken with a sheet laying over it, a popular target for the projectiles. They were cursing at the owner as well, accusing him of this and that. It was clearly a more radical group of anti-Oni citizens, though there were no guards on this street.*\n\n*Hitoshi was to escort the owner, Ramafes, to the gates on the other side of town. The Oni was likely inside.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi ties the horse up just outside the store, and walks towards the butcher's shop door, his ears tilting back in annoyance and his brow furrowing as he shoves past the small crowd of harassers. He normally doesn't mind loud noises or crowds, hell, he often likes that, but this nasty jeering and yelling rubs him the wrong way. Witch hunts are always nasty unless you're bad enough to be part of them.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Hitoshi would feel what was probably a rotten plum hitting the small of his back as he made his way. A burly looking Macen with half a mustache (left side) would be glowering and yelling.* \"He's selling Macen meat, you freak! Get out of here!\" *More jeering from the crowd, but no more projectiles at him. They would land close, though.*\n\n*The door was, obviously, locked. An alley went around to the side, or Hitoshi could alternatively knock, but it would be hard to distinguish from the thumping of produce. The sheet over the window blew in the wind, stained in various colors.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi just takes the alley and sees if he can get in from the side. No use trying to knock on the door when all hell has broken loose out front.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*A rotten cabbage would follow Hitoshi as he walked around, bursting on the wall next to him. The alley continued to the next street, where a carriage sat. However, after a little bit of walking, he'd find a side door with a slotted window, currently closed. Arguing could be heard inside, but it didn't seem very aggressive.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi is about to raise his hand to flip off the group lobbing rotten produce at him, but stops himself, realising that provoking the already angry crowd isn't a good idea.\n\nHe uses that same hand to knock on the door, deciding to tilt his hat to the side, covering his face from the crowd, just in case yet more **Very friendly** Folks felt like giving him more of a warm welcome.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The arguing indie would stop for a second, followed by the slot opening. A pair of red eyes looked through, analyzing Hitoshi.* \"You the guy?\" *The voice was gruff and suspicious.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"From the New Sunlight Guild? Yeah.\"\n\n*Hitoshi tries looking back up at the man through the slit.*\n\n\"I've come to stop them from... Doing violent things.\" *He peers at the mob outside.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"No, we're attracting them.\" *With the slide of a bolt, the door unlocked, and the Oni pulled it open. He was large, not shifted to look like a Mogash or Selnari, but in his natural ogre form, tusks, horns, and all. The woman and children behind him, though, were shifted to look more sociable, with hoods over their horns.*\n\n\"I don't want that mob trailing my family, escort or not. You Sunlight guys are okay, but not subtle. My family will take that carriage,\" *The Oni said, pointing to the end of the alley,* \"While we're walking out front. That gonna work for you?\"\n\n*The Oni was planning to divert all the mob's attention to himself, with Hitoshi as his guard, while his family left quietly through another gate.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"That works. I can do that.\"\n\n*Hitoshi nods his head, arms folded. He was willing to take the brunt of some commoner's muscle for this man to keep his family safe.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Ramafes nodded before turning to his family and explaining some instructions. As they grabbed their things and and filed into the alley, towards their cart, one of the Macen out front stepped into the alley.* \"Hey, there he is!\" *The Macen was waving more people into the alley now, though no one else had rounded the corner yet.*\n\n*Ramafes made himself as large as possible, standing in the middle of the alley and growling. His family was attempting to stay out of sight while they made their escape.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Of course, a 5'7 kitsune isn't as large or as unnerving as an Oni, so he leaves the intimidating part to Ramafes.\n\nHowever, he does crack his knuckles, scowling at the mob, not only ready for a fistfight but almost wanting to beat these assholes up. Hitoshi was no saint himself, but he couldn't help but despise the people who jumped on such a ridiculous bandwagon as an Oni butchering people, internally deeming them as complete morons he would absolutely love to rough up a little.*" } ]

[ { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The rest of the crowd gathered at the end of the alleyway, watching Ramafes and Hitoshi. A few of them still had rotten produce in their hands, but none were yet brave enough to throw it. It was far easier to stain a wall than it was to directly piss off an Oni. The burly Macen from before stepped forward, though, with a stone in his hand.*\n\n*Ramafes put his hands behind his back and untied the knot holding up a bloodstained apron that had covered his shirt and trousers. He let the cloth fall to the floor, saying nothing to the Macen. This made the harasser angrier.* \"Both of you are freaks!\" *He wound up and hurled the stone at Ramafes.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi watches the stone fly at Ramafes, scowling at the thrower. He debates giving the man a taste of his own medicine, but, again, doesn't want to escalate the situation. He just opts to get verbal. Not that he's certain it'll work, to this idiot he'll likely just be a \"Funny foreign man\".*\n\n\"You! Watch it!\" *He points at the man and yells furiously.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Ramafes was struck in the face, with the stone hitting his chin. It left a small cut and seemed like the area might bruise. The Oni stepped forward, confident that his family had gotten into their cart by now. Everyone in the group reflexively took one step back as Ramafes went towards them. He took a look around the crowd, then wiped the blood from his chin and licked his fingers.* \"Hmm,\" * He muttered, looking straight to the Macen who was leading them,* \"I much prefer Macen, but I don't shy from the taste of blood.\" \n\n*Ramafes took another step, driving the crowd to backpedal out onto the street.* \"I wonder, boy, if you like the taste of your own blood.\" *Ramafes glanced back now, not seeing the carriage, then winking at Hitoshi.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi gives back an incredibly fast wink, and follows the Oni, cracking his knuckles. He clicks his tongue, wondering what show of power he could use to scare these people a bit... And then begins motioning at the shadows from the alleyway, muttering under his breath. Seconds later, a tendril forms from said shadows, wrapping around the kitsune's arm.\n\nHe uses the tendril to wrap around and grab the stone which hit Ramafes in the face, and then swings it like a flail for a couple seconds, before launching it at the thrower's stomach. Not hard enough to break bones or anything, but enough to wind the man.*\n\n\"Don't try it, *Friend.*\"\n\n`Hitoshi uses \"Get Over Here\", and expends 10 Mana. 115/125`" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The crowd was now visibly freaked out, with a couple running off and down the street. The others were unnerved, but not backing down yet. The Macen bent over with a cough upon being hit, growling as he stood up straight.* \"We'll see what the city guard has to say about a couple of monsters like you.\" *The Macen waved the others to go with him as he marched up the road, away from Hitsohi and Ramafes.*\n\n*The Oni chuckled quietly.* \"That tentacle kinda creeped me out, too. The leader, Wullen, has friends in the city guard. Not many, so it'll take a while for him to gather them up. Still, we should get moving.\" *Ramafes pointed where the two weaker willed Macen ran.* \"We'll be going this way.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi smirked. Most people find his Jutsu creepy, and he didn't mind that. Hell, it was a strategic advantage at times. He follows the Oni, looking behind his shoulder the entire time.*\n\n*Hitoshi admittedly enjoyed throwing the rock, and likely would've been far more violent with it had he not explicitly been told to meet attacks with equal force. Cruel? Yes. But so was ruining a man's life over rumours and racism.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The two would walk in silence as they made their way through the road, with people giving them a decent berth. Oni weren't rare, but most used magic to conceal themselves to a lesser, more sociable form. Ramafes was attracting a fair bit of attention as an ogre, with people whispering as they passed.* \"Wullen has friends who'll tell him where we are. Bett er than him searching around and finding my family instead.\" *The pair were about halfway to the gates they were leaving through.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"What do we do now? We've made the town... Not happy.\"\n\n*Hitoshi clicks his tongue, as if to mull over that point. Not happy was an understatement. A kitsune that manipulates the shadows and a \"Cannibal\" Oni... Yikes. Perfect for sensationalist rumours. If anything, Hitoshi weirdly anticipated seeing or hearing some outlandish rumours about himself. Some of them get pretty funny. Either that, or just nasty, as is the case with the butcher. He quickly rushes off to retrieve the horse, and returns, holding onto its reins but not actually riding it. That's New Sunlight property, god damn it, and Hitoshi didn't fancy his first impression being \"Forgot their horse\".*\n\n\"You want to ride it, or will I?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Ramafes shook his head.* \"Wouldn't want to trouble the poor beast so. You go ahead and ride.\" *The Oni squinted up the road, towards the gate. A few riders were coming from a side path, heading towards the gates. A couple guards trailed behind them, and a familiar Macen was at the lead.* \"Think Wullen found couple buddies...\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*As Hitoshi rides alongside the Oni and notices the riders, he groans. Hooray, everyone's favourite racist is back...*\n\n\"Mm-hmm.\" *Hitoshi sighs, a little perturbed with this man's insistence on getting in their way.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*By the time the pair reach the gates, four guards would stand in their way, while two stood by the open gates.* \"Halt!\" *One of the four stepped forward, gesturing for them to stop with his hand.* \"You've been accused of assault, threatening the life of another, and causing general disturbances throughout the city. We will be detaining you for questioning.\" *Wullen stood to the side, wearing a shit-eating grin while watching this go down.*\n\n*Ramafes growled, whispering to Hitoshi.* \"Usually they're not so bold. Mostly, they just make sure that no one patrols near my shop, but never this.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi sighs, glaring at the guard who addressed him and the Oni. He calls to the guards.*\n\n\"What will you do to us?\" *Hitoshi wanted to know the best course of action here. If it was safest to just allow themselves to be arrested, then Hitoshi would be arrested. Of course, he hated complying to these arseholes. But he had a job to do, and any course of action that would keep this man alive, Hitoshi would do. He whispers back to the Oni, admitting that he thought the men had some bad ideas up their sleeve.*\n\n\"I think we should see what the choices are first. I can change my plans fast.\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The guard at the front smiled.* \"Well, we'll have to take you to the barracks and get information out of you. You'll be staying in the holding cells, a couple days at most. Not like you two were going anywhere, right?\" *The guard now stepped forward a bit, lowering his voice.* \"Of course, you two could just turn out your pouches and we can collect the fine, send you on your way.\"\n\n*Wullen seemed alarmed. He marched up to them, now talking in a loud whisper.* \"Robbing them? Letting them go? What the hell? I want them in prison.\" *One of the guards pushed Wullen back now.*\n\n\"Shut up, we're handling this, like you asked.\" *The two started arguing now, too quiet for Hitoshi or Ramafes to hear. The Oni just glared at the guard, not saying anything.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi clenches tightly onto the reins of his horse. He didn't think there was much choice in this scenario except to listen to what the guards had to say, and he certainly couldn't pay them off. However, he wouldn't do this without Ramafes's consent. He whispers to the Oni.*\n\n\"I think we should just go with them. If anything bad happens... I can stop it. You saw what I can do.\n\n What do you think?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"And where are we keeping them, your house?\" *The guard was now yelling at Wullen.* \"We've got until the captain—\" *The guard stopped shouting, realizing how loud they were being. He then went back to whisper yelling at Wullen.*\n\n*Ramafes started speaking now.* \"My friend and I will comply. Escort us to the barracks, if it pleases you.\" *The Oni was trying to be much more civil with the guards, but visibly annoyed. However, Ramafes' compliance made the guards uncomfortable.*\n\n\"Look,\" *The leader said, still being quiet,* \"We're trying to be nice. Just give us what coin you've got, and we won't have to throw you in prison, yeah?\" *The guard was also looking around, noticing the onlookers. It was a strange and public scene taking place.* \"Let's just be quick about it.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi rolls his eyes toward the guard leader.*\n\n\"I don't have any money, or I would have paid you by now...\"\n\n*Hitoshi sighs again. He was being dead honest when he said he'd just pay the \"Fine\". Again, he would rather just beat them up. Hell, he's more than capable. But he's over that life now, that life where anyone who slightly \"Wronged\" Him died.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Ramafes blinked, only now realizing something. He nodded to himself, then spoke up.* \"Arrest us, then. We're ready to be detained and questioned.\" *The guards awkwardly shuffled at this, with only their leader keeping a poker face.* \"All the silver I have in the world,\" *The Oni continued,* \"Is on a carriage with my family, which left through the gates on the other side of the city.\"\n\n*The leader now turned to Wullen, shoving him.* \"That's not you said, Wully. You said he was clearing out his safe and skipping town, Wully.\" *It was a shakedown, clear and simple, a chance for some morally bent guards to take advantage of a bad situation. But now, the formation moved away from the street, clearing a path as they encircled Wullen. They had no authority to arrest the two, posing empty threats. Good thing Hitoshi was broke.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi sighs with relief. Thank God that was solved easily enough. Hitoshi can't help but wonder if the man wasn't going to leave it at that, though. He turns to Ramafes, and quietly asks him a question.*\n\n\"Should we go now?\"\n\n*While everyone is busy lambasting Wullen, Hitoshi thinks that it's smartest to slip away. Not that they'll care much.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Ramafes nodded, walking forward.* \"Yes, that'd be best. By the gods, that man is dumb.\" *The guards would not be dragging off Wullen who was hurling obscenities left and right.*\n\n*Outside the gates, a carriage would be waiting for the Oni. He turned to Hitoshi and extended a hand.* \"Thank you for your help. I couldn't have done it without. Or maybe I could've. Either way, it was nice to meet you.\" *For the first time, Ramafes seemed happy, no longer trying to look intimidating.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi shakes the Oni's hand and smiles a little. The man who tried to get them arrested really was an idiot, huh... Well, he certainly didn't save the Oni's life or anything, they both managed to escape the situation safely enough, and the mere fact that Hitoshi was even there was probably a good thing. After all, nobody would mess with a man whose ally knows how to manipulate the shadows to obey his will.*\n\n\"Nice meeting you too. Will you be fine from here?\"" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"I think we should be. Wherever we end up going, if I open up a shop again, you'll eat for free.\" *With that, Ramafes climbed onto the carriage, greeting his family. The drive drove the carriage North, away from the city and guild, off for the Oni to start a new life.*\n\n**QUEST COMPLETE**\n*1PP Awarded!*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi rides back to the New Sunlight Guild, in order to report on the success.\n\n...Wow, eating for free would be nice.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Once night falls, Hitoshi approaches his destination, naginata held by his side. He scouts for the golem, utilising his superior stealth skills and newly gained night vision to stay hidden and avoid a fair fight.*\n\n**Rank 1 Night Vision, Level 2 Blurry and Silent utilised.**" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Hitoshi had best be on guard as well. This stone golem was said to ambush those who passed through the path alone, opting for stealth and an unfair fight. He'd have to present bait, wait for some himself, or seek out the Kuilei without being spotted. The road was a wide one with large trees and thick shubbery on either side. How Hitoshi approached the scene was up to him.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi opts to wait for a while near the road, to see if the golem preys on anyone nearby. If he does, Hitoshi has a golden opportunity to strike the beast down.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*For a few minutes, there'd be nothing. Silence as the wind rolled over the treetops and what scarce animal life there was skittered by. Then came singing.* \"I carried f'rty bales, drank f'fty ales, hammered s'xty nails, a drunkard wanders s'v'nty trails! Th'rty n'ne bales, f'rty n'ne ales, f'fty n'ne nails, s'xty n'ne trails! Th'rty eight bales, f'rty...\" *It was a Lora, very clearly inebriated. He was wandering down the path, clearly trying to get home after a long night at the tavern. He came into Hitoshi's view, stumbling over his own feet and still loudly singing.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi silently follows the Lora, hoping (sort of, he's not a psychopath) that the golem would show itself by ambushing the poor man. If it does attack him, easy win for Hitoshi, right?*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*There'd be a loud shifting of dirt and some kind of solid thud off to the right, ahead of the Lora.* \"How's that?\" *The Lora turned to look, squinting. He and Hitoshi would see a Stone Kuilei, over 6ft tall, lifting a sizable rock over his head. It looked like it weighed about 30lbs. It was shaking off dirt, possibly half submerged in the ground just moments earlier.* \"That for me?\" *The Lora didn't seem to understand he was in danger.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi decides to get the ultimate sneak attack in with his Naginata. With most people, that's a risky and almost suicidal move, but Hitoshi tries it anyway.*\n\n\"Kurayami no kyoka...\"\n\n*Drawing his fingers over the blade of the weapon, it becomes covered in some inky black fluid. He quietly moves toward the Kuilei and then suddenly strikes downward on its back, as hard as possible. If it hits very well, it might slice into the creature's head.*\n\n**Hitoshi uses \"Shadow Strike\". 105/130 Mana**" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Hitoshi's movements and words were enough to alert the Kuilei, but not so much that it could tell where Hitoshi was. It held the stone in its hands, unsure of what to do. When the Kitsune's blade came down the rock would intercept the blade enough to avoid the golem's head, but Hitoshi would be able to carve a nice gash down the Kuilei's back. It dropped the rock to he side, staggering forward and onto the road, turning to face the opponent assailing him. The golem went for the sword on his belt, backpedaling away to gain some distance.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi backs off, but only to use another trick up his sleeve. He grabs a kunai out of his pocket and begins chanting to himself. When he completes the chant, you might barely be able to hear the crackling from the blade. He then uses the kunai by throwing it at the golem's chest, hoping to render its arms worthless.*\n\n**Hitoshi uses \"Nerve Killer\". 5 Mana regenerates. 87.5/130 Mana remaining.**" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*With the distance created between the two by the Golem's retreat, there was about 15ft between the two. The crackle would make the Kuilei expect some type of spell, making it already begin sidestepping when Hitoshi moved to throw it. The kunai barely missed, with the stone golem almost losing its balance with the quick evasion. Now, though, it began advancing forward, holding a longsword. It raised the blade high in its charge, hoping to end the fight with a decisive chop.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi rushes the beast, sidestepping to the right and swinging the naginata blade at its waist. He holds the weapon a bit closer to the blade, with a lot of the handle behind him as he attacks.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The Golem barely missed his swing as Hitoshi landed his own attack. The blade carved into the stone and embedded itself slightly, but not deep enough to stick or cut anything too vital. The golem grabbed the back of the blade as firmly as it could in one hand and swung his longsword in a backhanded strike towards Hitoshi's head.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi ducks to evade the blow, although his straw hat is unceremoniously ripped off his head. Now he's pissed.*\n\n*He leaves the Naginata in the wound for now, opting another approach. He begins chanting again.*\n\n\"Watashi no kyosei suru..\"\n\n*Hitoshi utilises that tendril again, throwing it at the creature's leg. If it succeeds, he pulls upwards, removes the naginata at this point and stabs at its head. If this fails, he simply grabs the naginata handle and tries to kick at the beast and dislodge the weapon.*\n\n**Hitoshi uses \"Get Over Here\". Because of his Mana regen, only 5 mana was expended. 82.5/130 Mana**" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Hitoshi was not be able to generate enough force to properly lift the leg of the Stone Kuilei, due to its great density and weight. However, removing the blade was far easier, cutting the wound a bit deeper as he pulled it back. The golem tried to grip it tightly, though leaving scratches and impressions along the blade. It cost the kuilei a thumb.*\n\n*It'd take a step towards Hitoshi, driving its longsword forward with a thrust at his chest.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi slides, hoping to get through the Kuilei's legs and avoid the stab. If this succeeds, he swings a mighty blow at the beast's shoulder, whichever one holds the blade. Hitoshi breathes in and out, and continues an aggressive stance, ready to get dangerous, even if he gets hurt real bad.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Hitoshi is able to take advantage of the Kuilei's wide stance. However, it would pivot to block the naginata with the arm that's already been maimed.* \"Rff.\" *The weapon would halfway into the Golem's arm, sticking slightly. In the same motion, with some footwork, the Stone Golem swing the sword in a powerful horizontal strike at the Kitsune, attempting to keep Hitoshi's weapon in place with his injured arm.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi ends up letting go of the Naginata, ducking to avoid the swing, and after some chanting his body starts to crackle as he palm strikes at the beast's upper chest. If this fails, he continues to follow the Naginata as he attempts to get it back. If it succeeds, he grabs at the Naginata and tries to pull it out.*\n\n**Hitoshi uses Nerve Killer again and only expends 17.5 Mana due to regen. 70/130 Mana remaining.**" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*Hitoshi is able to avoid the swing and lands the hit on the Kuilei's chest. The weapon falls from the Golem's hands as its arms fall limp. Hitoshi is easily able to retrieve his weapon as the Kuilei tries to figure out what just happened. After a moment of thought, the Stone Kuilei bends its' knees slightly before whipping its limp arm at Hitoshi, coming from below as the arm flails upward.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi quickly grasps his weapon and jumps to the side, kicking the longsword further away from the golem and swinging again, downward at the golem's shoulder.\nHe then kicks at the creature's left knee, trying to bring it down. This creature was an actual challenge! Hitoshi is happy for that, to be frank.\n\nHey, he might keep that longsword. Looks better than his katana.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The Golem backs up after missing his attack, the Naginata slashing its right leg, making ti waver slightly in its stance. The kick to the other leg made it topple forward to a kneeling position. Now, however, it could use its arms again, and simply raised them in a defensive manner over its face and chest as it tried to get its feet underneath itself once again.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi doesn't falter. He charges up his weapon again using Shadow Strike, swinging it at the Golem's left knee as it tries to get up. If he stuns and slows the creature, he should be incapable of doing much else, and the fight would be much easier after that. No matter the outcome, he kicks the longsword further away from the golem, trying to prevent the use of that weapon whatsoever.*\n\n**Shadow Strike used. Only 20 Mana used due to regen. 50/130 Mana.**" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The second attack to the knee would break the joint, making the leg collapse under the Kuilei, barely propping it up. Using its arms now, it tries to push itself back up, weary and weakened. It starts to position its broken leg in a way that will support the weight, but not allow movement. It's standing again, barely.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Noticing the creature's weakness, he powers up yet another Shadow Strike, this time aiming for the Golem's neck. Hitoshi thinks that this is the creature finally at a state where he will likely be borderline impossible to lose to.*\n\n**30/130 Mana. 25 was expended and 5 was regenerated.**" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The Stone Kuilei raises its injured arm to defend itself, but Hitoshi swing is able to chop the remainder of the limb. The blade of the naginata would cleanly dive more than half way into the Kuilei's neck. The light from the eye gems would fade as it slowly fell to the side with a heavy thump. Silence on the path, and then:*\n\n\"Fucking Sea Gates, son, that was awesome.\" *The Lora, who watched this all transpire, was still standing in the path.*\n\n**QUEST COMPLETE**\n*1.4PP Awarded*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi stands proudly with his Naginata, as he stares at the beast some more.\n\nDamn, that was challenging. But he did it, and pretty well at that. He salvages the eye stones and anything else that could be taken.*\n\n*He turns to the Lora.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"Heheh. Am I okay, he asks. Weird cat.\" *The Lora simply walks down the path, continuing the way he was going before all of this started.* \"What number was I on again?\" *Hitoshi could probably leave the corpse on the road, the local people will just be glad that it's dead.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Wow, he's drunk. Hitoshi straps his Naginata back on, grabs the longsword, and heads back for" } ]

[ { "author": "murio876", "message": "—————————————————————" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*A rather under-feed woman with fairly costly garments would be leading along a decent sized wagon loaded with barely little provisions that could be seen from the outside. She'd ever so dully glaze right to left, examining those around her and scuffing ever so often at those that were uncleaned, at least in her standards.* \"What a dirty place... And the odor of the city itself just seeks to choke the breath away from me.\" *She muttered to herself as she continued on with the wagon and kept the draft horses guided across the busy streets.*\n\n*Only for a moment would she stop the wagon entirely and dismount from the top of it to catch a bit of air in a less crowded side of the city street.* \"I can't wait to finish my business here... The quicker the better.\" *She muttered once more in spite of the city, the young lady had always preferred the more rural areas of the country-sides where there was less troubles and worries to be had. After a few minutes of resting, she'd take out a loaf of high quality bread taking a few nibbles at it with a disdained look on her face.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*A man fully dressed from head to toe in cloth and armor would be dragging two crates on a flat, yet somehow sturdy, piece of driftwood. Pulling the cargo by rope, he was looking around for something... Few people could guess that he was looking for someplace to stay. Havin just come in from two years of adventuring through the beastkin tribes and other such foreign areas, the odd jobs he would do from time to time had given him a small amount of wealth that he begun worrying about carrying on his person.*\n\n*Therefore, he travelled to the city that once held only his contempt, as it now held his spirits in a state of curiosity. He looked in a state of disbelief, taking in the sight of all the different people that lived in such close proximity to eachother.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele let out a disgruntled sigh and continued to look at the various people that crossed her path and that of the wagons as she continued to barely eat at the piece of bread she had started to pick at. She never had been one to eat much since the taste of food never generally settled well with her, but nonetheless she still eat what she had to stay alive and at least in a healthy state.* \"Two days... Four? How long will I have to be here I wonder.\" *She muttered aloud once more, a bad habit at the most and a annoyance at the least she thought to herself.*\n\n*She'd then take notice of the man dragging along two crates with a simple thought of profit smacking across her face metaphorically.* \"Hey! Mister! Do want to ditch that nasty rig system of yours and put some of that stuff on my wagon?\" *The young lady yelled over to the man hoping to catch his attention while walking toward him. She had made the offer not out of generosity, yet more out of the desire to make a few coin off him.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron would look up at Syele and be slightly confused... After looking around, he had remembered that he shut off his innate skills so the guards wouldn't get spooked at the front gate.*\n\n\"Uhm... I should be okay... I'd like to keep this going for a bit longer, since I haven't had a job in quite some time. Have to stay fit for duty.\"\n\n*He did a half-hearted wave and begun to walk his way off, but then remembered something that he wanted to ask.*\n\n\"Actually! Do you know where I could find a place to stay? I heard there are many taverns here and I don't know much about this city.\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"Well, not to be rude or anything, but you're kind of making yourself look... Silly to say the least carrying your... Equipment? I suppose like that.\" *She stated quite plainly while examining the crates more closely and the man entirely, her eyes were could of dull and shallow without much expression in them as she looked him over. She'd wordlessly mouth out a few attempts at words in reply, yet she struggled to find the correct thing to say for a moment.*\n\n\"I wouldn't quite suggest the taverns here primarily for them being such an unclean place. Pests, diseases, and other strangers who have rested in those beds are bound to only make you're first experience here in the city all so more... Depressing.\" *She'd lightly move her hand up to her chin in thought and continued to look about in thought.* \"I can however offer you a chance to stay at my home on the outskirts of the city if you do wish and forewarning, it does come with a price, but I can arrange something quite reasonable to a individual of... Your caliber for a fair deal.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Hm... That would help as I could leave quicker if I gain a quest...\"\n\n*Theron whispered to himself as he contemplated the situation. As he was walking around he did see that there were a few problems due to the large population stuck closely together in this city.*\n\n\"Can I ask for details about what I'll have to do? Staying in a person's home rather than a tavern is a pleasant experience, as more care is put into everything... From my past experiences in people's kindness.\"\n\n*Theron had now dragged over his crates and driftwood to Syele's cart, so he didn't have to speak loudly and bother the other common folk who were minding their own business on the streets. He left a few feet of distance between them, and was looking into their eyes from under the hood of their cowl, waiting patiently.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele walked back over to cart while taking a fairly deep breath while pondering the terms of how she would allow the stranger to live in her home. It was a rather big place to begin with and had enough space to support at least five people... Yet there was also the concern that he may cause damage to the property itself.* \"I'll tell you what, my friend, ten gold coin deposit and fifty silver a month rent. If you can manage that than you're more then your more than welcome to stay at my home.\"\n\n*She'd take a seat back on her wagon, now looking down on him in a way from her new position.* \"It's a fairly sized home that is two stories large, it's fully equipped with all your necessary needs along with a built in shop and work area. In addition, I have a large supply of high quality bread and a select amount of chickens for a provided meal on a daily basis almost. If you do happen to decide to move that deposit will be returned if you have caused me no trouble or trouble to the home itself.\" *She'd explained rather sharply while kicking her legs back and forth against the wagon in thought.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron seemed to have no qualms, having not moved a muscle during the entire explanation. He did however cast a downward glance while thinking about the situation... He would be getting the ten gold back as long as he did only good things for the time being.*\n\n\"Alright. You can keep the ten gold deposit for two months and I guarantee I will cause no problems for your homestead. I also agree with the rent, so I hope there will be no problems during my stay...\"\n\n*Theron then nodded his head to emphasize his agreement, grabbing onto the rope of his driftwood and spinning the piece around to face the direction her wagon was going... Waiting for her lead, so that he may follow.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*She'd simply nod a few times before slightly lashing the draft horses forward once more going at a simple yet steady pace as they went for theron to keep up with them. Syele would rest back against the wagon letting the horses do most of the guiding through the crowded streets until they had exited out of the city and into the more urban area. The two would only travel for a short while to reach their destination to the rather fairly sized home that she had mention planted along side several others scattered in the area.*\n\n\"Well, this would happen to be my home... It is quite a lot to take in and probably more luxurious than you probably have seen in your time for living. Now, I do believe you'll be taking one of the rooms down on the bottom floor and as stated with the terms it is in your best interest to take good care of it.\" *She'd gently land on her feet after hopping down from the wagon and taking in another gasp of air with a more satisfied look on their face.* \"When we get inside we will do the exchange of coin and sign a more official paper to the matter, only shame is we don't have a witness to verify the signing.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron had one of his brows raised in slight confusion, but decided not to say anything about it. Once returning to a neutral expression, he continued to drag along the driftwood with the two crates atop it. He had managed to keep up with the wagon, but at the price of building up quite the sweat... As he had been dragging his cargo around for practically the whole day. Now that they had stopped, he focused on the area around him and nodded to himself for whatever reason.*\n\n\"Would you like... Help with your things? After I sign the contract I would like to prepare my room and get some rest. I had spent a bit too much of my time having to carry all of what I purchased from a merchant just outside the city.\"\n\n*He looked back to Syele, lowering his hood and wiping some of the sweat off his forehead with his forearm.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"Things?\" *She blinked slightly, and looked at the spare box of bread she had simply brought along with her for the ride along with some of the empty boxes.* \"Oh no, that'll be quite fine.\" *She'd lead her way into the kitchen of the house and sat down at the table while preparing a simple agreement note for the arrangement.* \"Additionally, I would have a request that you also alert me of anything that may provide a bit of coin to the residency. I'm always looking for work as a healer and I also provide a fair load of merchant goods on the side.\"\n\n*She'd then prop her feet up in the chair sitting crisscross while finishing off the note and passing it off to the man.* \"Syele Husen by the way, merchant and a slight healer when it comes to it. I'll be the head of the home so to speak, thus if you have any troubles or disfavor with your living here just run it by me and I'll try to take care of it.\" *Her tone kept a sweet to the ear pitch that made her seem rather friendly at the time even though she was charging a bit of a high rate to Theron for just a single room.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron sat down in the chair opposite to Syele, looking over the agreement note quickly before signing it.*\n\n\"I'll be in your care, thank you. In reference to the, 'things,' however, I was asking if I could unload your wagon for you. If my stay makes your home-life easier, then I feel I am doing my part in being a member of the house. If you need something done, ask for it, especially if we may go on a request together... I will allow you to keep a quarter of the pay I earn if we do a task together in a party.\"\n\n*Theron looked her dead in the eyes for the explanation, wanting to make himself clear about what he had to say. Once he finished speaking, he slid the paper he had signed over to her and folded his hands atop the table.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele would put her hand up against her cheek while leaning her elbow onto the table.* \"So, you're offering me a quarter of your pay plus the pay that I would already make from such a quest? I'm flatter for the offer and I will more than kindly accept it from you for that matter.\" *She'd then raise her spare hand and hold up one finger.* \"But as a fair warning I cannot and will not be within any danger to myself, I will be honest, if that did occur I would abandon you if I thought I may die in the matters that may be involved. Simply... Because I am rather... Selfish.\"\n\n*She put it to the torch and watched him for any reactions to what she had said. It was better to be honest to others at a moment like that then rather them to seek revenge if such things did occur later on.* \"But that flaw aside, I would still provide necessary medical care to you or other comrades that we may have with us at the time once the danger is dealt with.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"That is fair enough. One's own life above others, I won't judge you on basic needs and wants. I will honor your decision, however, and do my best to shield you in case of such events. I would like to keep your expertise on healing for the quests I accompany you on.\"\n\n*Theron simply nodded while being un-phased by her blatant selfishness. He glanced down at the table again, about to speak, before deciding against it. He then simply got up out of the chair, tucked it back in, then went to the exit of the kitchen before turning around.*\n\n\"I'll be dealing with my own equipment and items now. Would you like me to attend to your wagon before I go out and do so?\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"Leave the bread in there and pass the coin deposit on your way out so I can put it up for the time being. I will be leaving here shortly to visit some of the locals in the area to see if we cannot simply strike up more... Company for the home so to speak in a similar manner that I brought you in. It is quite a lonely place and I do enjoy having more quests.\" *She blatantly lied in the last portion since she didn't put much trust into strangers, but it more or so the coin driving her at that point.*\n\n\"Additionally, take some bread if you wish because I may not be in the mood to take the life of one my chickens for dinner today so it may have to do for the time being.\" *She continued to speak calmly and fiddle with her hand a bit trying to think of who else was in the area that may wish to join her home.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron went through his satchel deftly, taking out ten gold coins and leaving it on the counter. He also placed down fifty silver that he noticed was next to the golden coins, deciding to just pay rent now before creating a hassle for Syele.*\n\n\"I've put this month's rent alongside the ten gold coins. Thank you for your hospitality. My name is Theron Farid, additionally, since I had forgotten to introduce myself sooner. Have a good evening.\"\n\n*Theron then left the room, to attend to the wagon and move his things into the vacant room on the bottom floor. There was much for him to do, and he planned to do it when he could... But for now, he just wanted to organize his things and rest up.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele nodded to themselves while pocketing the coin quite gleefully with themselves. They'd then stand up from the table and walk about the room as they gathered a few smalls bits of pieces of their extra garments and a dagger for the journey they were about to embark on. Afterwords, she'd exit back out to the wagon to ensure that the draft horses were still in fine enough condition to make the journey out to the wilds.*\n\n\"Well, hopefully this should be enough for a little trip out.\" *She muttered to herself and went back to gather up Theron for the trip in his room.* \"If you don't mind, I would like you to accompany me for a time while we go about and visit some of the other locals of the area.\" *She stated plainly while standing in the doorway calmly while looking about the room to see what exactly he had done to it for his move in.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*For now, she just saw that he had carried in the two crates from before. Within them were dozens upon dozens of arrows and caltrops... Their purpose unknown for the moment. The rest of the room was just completely vanilla however, in terms of how it was when she had first bought it. The only difference being that the sheets were neatly tucked in and some dried fruit were left in a bowl by the bed.*\n\n\"I suppose I could accompany you out, if you need me... But due to all the lifting and dragging I've done through the day, I can't guarantee I'll be able to perform to the best of my ability... Sorry.\"\n\n*Theron sat upon the now neatly tucked bed, having been wiping at some imperfections on his short-sword with a piece of cloth. He was out of his armor and only donned some comfortable cloth shirt and pants, as he thought he could go to bed once finishing his routine.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele nodded to Theron and begun to head back outside to the wagon. Along the way she paused and spoke out to him.* \"Meet me in the wagon and please at least don a weapon for your safety, we will most likely be adventuring out to find people that are more suited to the rural areas of Salvainia. It'd be in both our best interests that we tread carefully while out and about.\" *She'd then finish exiting the house and boarded onto the wagon.*\n\n*Once there she'd check how much bread had remained in the box from earlier and continued to pick at the bits that she had originally started on. Dreadfully chewing at each bite with the bland taste feeling their mouth each time.* \"Curses to this damn taste.\" *She spat out a bit of the bread yet continued to eat it. The bread itself was of fine quality, but nonetheless her taste buds prevented her from properly enjoying it.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*After a few minutes Theron walked out of his house, fully equipped in his armor that he had worn previously for most of their time spent together so far. Additionally, he had seemingly taken with him a quiver of arrows, compact bow, and the short-sword from before. He would sit down next to her on the wagon and kept his arms to his sides, gripping the seat.*\n\n\"Thank you for waiting.\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele would simply lead the draft horses down toward* *While sitting calmly against the back of the wagon as they went.* \"It is of no issue, as I said, I required your help and I expected nothing else of you to join me on the trip.\" *She finished speaking for the time and let the horses guide them on their way once more for the time being. Syele would still remain alert on the journey out the wilds and looked about for any odd sights or sounds.*\n\n—————————————————————" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*After nearly an hour of going down the wrong dirt path and misunderstanding road signs, Theron had finally found his way back to the homestead... Cracking a rare smile as he was pleased with himself. Pulling the leads on the horses back, as he had learned half an hour ago, stopped them in their tracks once they had gotten close enough to the house.*\n\n*Due to Syele deciding to clock out at an inopportune time, Theron felt as if he needed to deal with her sleeping in the back of the wagon... Sleeping outside was tempting danger to fall upon you. He knew this multiple times from when he would camp outside and forget to set up the proper warning measures. Additionally, she was the head of the house and he couldn't just leave her there. If she had gotten into a incident, like a stray dog investigating the wagon for scraps, he would be responsible and his deposit would be forfeit...*\n\n*After debating it for a few minutes, he settled on just taking her into the house, plopping her down into a vacant room, and wiping his hands clean of the situation... It would be rude to just invade her room without permission, so this was the best course of action.*\n\n*Finished with using his silence passive to do all of these things as quiet as possible, Theron closed the door and felt accomplished. In another stroke of genius, he would unload the bread into the house and ensure that it was secure from any kind of usual farm pests that could invade and contaminate the supplies... Doing so by keeping them on the table in the living room.*\n\n*Now finished with all of these chores, he would return to the outside and draw the horses to what he assumed to be a trough. Having to collect some extra feed himself, he gave them one half of food and one half of water... They had served him well during the war of the dirt paths, so it was the least he could do to the helpful creatures.*\n\n*Feeling the exhaustion now begin to set in after a day of non-stop work... Theron went to his room and begun his before-bed routine of cleaning his weapons and ensuring his armor was still functional. Polishing, testing with a self-made stone hammer the size of his hand, and a few other methods to ensure quality... Once done and out of his armor, he laid back in bed and fell asleep.*\n\n`done with brick of dialogue. I slip now`\n\n——————————————————————————————" } ]

[ { "author": "murio876", "message": "```waits menacingly```" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele had eventually awoke later that day in the spare room that she had been left in. Which, was of a better nature than really being left in the wagon over night and she nodded to herself in agreement to that thought while stumbling out of bed. The oriate was practically a drunk when they first woke in the morning and had a way to go to actually being wake enough to accomplish anything.*\n\n*They'd continue on with their routine while almost tripping head first into a wall as they entered their cluttered mess of a room. Regaining their balance they'd finally make it to their mirror in their room and stared back at a face of pure disgust and disdain as they looked at their hair being a full on mess. It would take some time, but eventually they'd clean themselves up best they could with a bucket of water and left out to finally awaken Theron.*\n\n\"Theron!\" *She'd literally kick the door open... Weakling, quite frankly, it was on tier with just opening it by hand. But nonetheless, Syele continued her righteous crusade into her new tenant's room.* \"It is time to go do... Something? I don't remember if I had an idea to begin with when I came in here, but there's bound to be something to do today.\" *She'd yell out in the beginning and quickly lose herself audible in her tone with a face of disappointment forming afterwords.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron slowly got up, wiping his eyes and looking over to Syele. After listening to them finish, he nodded and got out of bed... Preparing the bed and making it cleanly tucked in yet again.*\n\n\"Will we be going around to speak to more people?... If possible, I would like to go about and find a guild in the city. I will have to find a way to get more silver sooner or later to pay for necessities and of course, your rent.\"\n\n*Theron looked just like his usual self, although he had just gotten out of bed. His black hair covering his ears and just barely touching his eyebrows. When he finished speaking to Syele, he went over to the crates he kept in his room to put his usual armor on... Then he remembered something again.*\n\n\"Ah... I should buy some spare shirts and pants, now that I have a place to keep them.\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele blinked a few times in thought at his idea.* \"In all consideration, I actually would like that idea of asking one of the guilds if they have some small time work for us. If not them, maybe we could buy some goods from one city and bring out to another?\" *Syele then went down to the roof and sat while continuing to consider anything that might bring in some coin.* \"We could in theory buy up a large bulk of cheap goods and export them from here to Quaha.\"\n\n*She'd then lean back a bit and finally flop completely onto the floor back first.* \"Quaha is major city of Itchsunia and has little in the terms of actual production of fine goods. They're more of a resource export in the market, but even so, they still have the need for more precious goods and we could in theory sell them something in a bulk amount or at least to a merchant in that area for a better price than what we'll originally invest here in Salvainia.\" *The oriate's ears flicked several times in a pondering manner until finally she skipped back onto her feet.*\n\n\"Theron, empty the wagon of any excessive cargo and prepare yourself for quite a journey. We're going to bring them in dyes and other exotic materials you can get here in Salvainia.\" *She nodded confidently to herself and had a rather smirky look on her face about that time.* \"Oh, also do bring your weapon and armor... And try to look presentable while we're on the road since I prefer to maintain a more... Valuable look to myself and you will be reflecting me in a sense.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron raised one of his brows upon Syele stating that he need to look more presentable... Seemingly not understanding what she meant. Not wanting to give her trouble however, he just nodded and went out to the wagon to unload most of the cargo that had been taking up space. He'd end up taking a few trips from the wagon to back inside the home, as he had brought most of the bread in last night. Once getting three crates of food and water stored, he'd return to his own room to strip down and change into new clothes / his armor... Shooing Syele out of the room first, if she for some reason was lingering there for the twenty minutes it took him to set everything up.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele had actually went down to the kitchen and begun to consider the trip in mind, they could in theory do a roundabout trade route that made sure of all the neighboring nations that surrounded Itchsunia. In theory, it would be rather profitable, but time consuming at the same presence and they likely would be gone for a long period of time if they did make several stops along the way... Indeed it would be a troublesome matter.*\n\n*She'd then lean back in the chair and anchored herself with one foot caught on a resting board under the table and yelled out.* \"Theron! Once your done meet me in the kitchen, we'll have to discuss a fair amount of the trip before we even think to depart.\" *Her voice was rather racked from the tone or at least horsed since it crackled at the thought of the issues that they could encounter on the trip.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron headed into the kitchen in his usual armor and cowl set up... Some things never change. He'd sit down next to Syele and look over to the Oriate, wondering on how this supposed trip was going to go.*\n\n\"So you wanted to discuss with me about the route we'll be taking? I've had some knowledge of the area in-between New Salvainia and Quaha, but most of it is rather general. Some animals that could hinder us, a quest about scouting out an area of land for a village located out in the fields, etcetera.\"\n\n*Theron, once he finished speaking to Syele about the matter, looked down into the counter and waited for her to begin her half of the 'discussion'. He had paid attention to the area around the routes he took to journey to New Salvainia, but he didn't remember being that acquainted with Itchsunia and it's terrain.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele continued to think on the matter since she didn't practically own a map, but it wasn't her first time doing a merchant route in the continental region near her homelands.* \"In theory and to my wholesome knowledge of each trade industry of the neighboring countries our best route would be to buy a large amount of finish product of an significant use from here in Salvainia. As to what product exactly, I have yet to make a decision on the matter yet.\" *She'd rub her chin a bit then moving onto her cheek in thought.*\n\n\"We will then most likely travel through Irunia lands and quite frankly, at most we could buy a large quality of crops from them since they would be slow to spoil as it would be closer to Itchsunia by that time. Then, finally we will be able to off-load all goods in Quaha for a fairly decent profit margin but right that moment we counter-invest in a large amount of bulk resources such as wood from Bengkorundun, a nearby city to Quaha, then we will be traveling to...\" *Syele seemingly paused in thought at that moment and had to consider something deeply with her... Non-existent moral laws.*\n\n*She'd circle her finger in thought for a mere moment longer and finally spoke aloud.* \"Kadho, to sell our wood to their shipyards, then there will most likely be buying a bulk of slaves if we still stand to profit at that moment. Then finally, it'll be a return trip to Irunia to sell off the slaves and whatever stock remains we will bring back here to Salvainia to sell at a more regional price than we could get in Irunia.\" *The oriate would finally stop to breathe and awaited for Theron's opinion on the entire route.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron lightly tapped the table while thinking, on what specifically, couldn't be discovered. He'd go through every area that Syele pointed out on the map, mumbling to himself about the place and the intent. Once he had gone through every spot, he looked back up to Syele and nodded.*\n\n\"I have concerns with the purchase of slaves, as I think that with the wagon you have would not be suitable to carry many people in it... As well as the food and water supply that I have set inside it. If you think that purchasing the slaves is absolutely necessary however, I suggest we go to a tavern I know within Kadho. Their food is slightly more expensive, but the cook himself is properly trained and knows how to make a meal enjoyable and healthy... And as a selfish request for myself, I would like to stay in Kadho for a day so I may learn a few of his recipes on rations. He supplies the nearby guild there with it and I had heard of good things about them last I was there, about maybe, six months ago.\"\n\n*Theron finished sharing his thoughts, looking back at Syele... He seemed to have raised an eyebrow when returning his attention to her, realizing her breathing had gotten shallow. He thought this was odd, so he spoke up slightly...*\n\n\"...About your well being. You seem to be thinner than most Oriate women that I've met throughout a few of my journeys. I have some concern about your breathing as well, as it seemed that you had a bit of trouble after finishing your half of the discussion. We can make a stop in the city if you feel it is necessary.\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"Your concerns with the purchase of the slaves are indeed troublesome, but I have seen a few slave marches in my time and it won't hurt them to walk so long as we stop often to rest and recover their strength. Additionally, we could hire mercenaries while we're in Kadho to handle the guarding of the stock during our march back to Irunia if we had profited enough that is.\" *She'd take in another deep breath at that time and didn't fully struggle with it, but there was still a slight hesitation with the intake with a rather scuffled look on her face.*\n\n\"More or so on the topic of my health, it is not of a hefty concern since I've always had these issues and a fragile stance for strength. But, trust me, I have taken many wounds in my past and none have yet to kill me so far for that matter.\" *She'd finish talking for the moment and lean forward with a proper sitting manner now with a hint of a serious change of tone in her voice.* \"Regarding my weight, I cannot taste food the way it should be for an average person, to me it frankly tastes bland and like a poison every time I eat anything. But, I have figured out how to steadily maintain my health with what I can tolerate to eat.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"I see. I will keep these things in mind for the future. I have no experience with these kinds of conditions however, so I will trust your decision on not pursuing it... And if you feel that is all, I think it would be best for us to begin journeying now.\"\n\n*Theron gently nodded throughout her speech, then got up from his seat and tucked it back in... Waiting for Syele's response, so he may go ahead and act accordingly.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele then stood up from her chair and lightly yawned with a slight yelping pitch of a bark at the end.* \"Very well then, we will begin the preparations of the journey and hopefully we shall set out in... Let us say, a few days at the most? The entire trip itself may take several weeks or more, but my concerns are not extensively great for that matter.\" *She'd then nod him off to begin whatever he may need to do for the trip, but once done she left the room to pack her personal belongings along with the coin needed to begin the whole route.*" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur was on his way back from the escapade with the prison, somewhat rejuvenated after he took a good nap at the base of the mountain. He was surprised that nothing had come up to steal his belongings as he slept in fox form, but he reasoned that was probably due to the prison's complex being a short walk away. Now refreshed with energy, Arthur walked down a trail that supposedly led to the New Sunlight guild HQ. Although he was already off of the mountain, he had noticed a good bit of snow come falling down as he walked on. It was getting slightly chilly, so he had set himself on fire, having the flames simmer at about 40 degrees celsius as to keep him warm throughout the trek. Remembering the cold of the air led back to remembering the ordeal with the events of the previous night, prompting Arthur to pull out his sword from his scabbard to check on it again. It looked to be damaged quite a bit; there were nicks and scratches all throughout the sword's blade, and it looked somewhat dull. He didn't want to buy a new one, since this sword was owned by him for around 6 years now. He had memories with that sword, as it was the only weapon he used for the entire time he lived away from his old home.*\n\n*With a sigh, Arthur put it back in it's scabbard. He needed to find a blacksmith shop to repair the sword. He thought, however, of Nox's spear soon after. It seemed to be enchanted, almost... Magical. Maybe he could get the same done to his sword? He'd pay whatever it cost to have it enhanced and enchanted, since it meant so much to him. When the fork in the road came with two signs showing the way to New Sunlight and New Salvainia, Arthur decided to go into the city, looking around for a blacksmith shop.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "It would take a bit of asking around, but a passerby would point you to the forge district where a majority of the smiths in the city have their shops. However while walking there Arthur would suddenly feel an arm grab him from behind. \nTurning around he would see a stout male Hill Lora with a long red beard. The arm grabbing your shoulder would look metallic and looking at his face he would have an eyepiece seemingly taking the place of one of his eyes. He greets you with a smile and presses his finger up to his lips in a shushing manner.\n\"Boy, you're lucky I caught you in time. What ya doin' here without any sort o' cover?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"C-cover? Sir, I don't think I know what you mean.\"\n\n*Arthur analyzed the man's appearance. From the looks of it, it was a Lora, a Hill one to be exact. He'd never seen many of these while he was out in the world, but their short size and stature led Arthur to call them Dwarves, after a race in a book he read that possessed many of the same characteristics. He looked pretty friendly, and radiated a cordial aura as well. However, one of his arms looked completely metallic, and so were one of his eyes. Could this guy possibly be... A blacksmith? And a top grade one, no doubt. However, he needed to find someone who had the skillset and experience to fix his sword, so he decided to hang around the man a bit longer.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "The man chuckles \"Needn't to worry boy, Dragor here is on yer side, er, well, the boss' side. Who do ye think those armored idiots get their armor from? Where they get their enhanced iron doors from? That's right, from the smiths of this her' city. They already sent ove' a new orde' fo' them, along with 3 pretty portraits. Them guards of the city likely got them too. I'm the boss' bird for the smith district, and he told me to keep a look out incase the three of ye go around entering the smith's lion dens carelessly.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Dragor, eh? Nice to meet you!\" *Arthur says, holding his arm out in a handshake. \"Actually, I'm looking for a place to repair my damaged weapon, and I've also got a couple things to sell, if you don't mind.\"\n*Arthur had a slight clue of what he was talking about, but who was boss he was speaking of? Did the 'three' he was talking about mean Arthur, Bog, and Nox? He suddenly felt like there was a connection between this man and the employers to the past few errands he had to do, including a connection to the \"Boss\", whoever that turned out to be.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "\"Eh, ye don't say? Well then, I just might have meself a customer. Will have to check up if ye got anything worth buyin' though. I'm a tough ingot to impress. Come with me!\"\nHe will motion for you to follow him. After a couple of minutes of walking he would squeeze into an alleyway. Looking down it, it would seem empty with only trash and piles of stones laying about on the ground. However Dragor shoves over one of the piles of stones, revealing an underground passageway. He would then enter it chuckling to himself \"I hope yer not scared of the dark\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur walked around and followed Dragor, who led him to an alleyway. He recalled, once, having the same experience a good while back when he was naïve enough to believe thay the entire world was good, but was then robbed right there and then. This was exactly like that time, but Arthur trusted Dragor, seeing that he looked and acted friendly enough. He watched as the man continued to shove over stones upon stones, but then saw a secret underground trapdoor, probably leading to an underground passage. He heard the dward say, \"I hope you're not afraid of the dark.\" With a slight smile, Arthur looked at him and said,* \"No, of course not.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "The two you would walk down the underground passage way for a bit till eventually entering a room. It was clearly a smith's forge with a furnace in the corner, an anvil, hammers, iron bars, things that one would expect from such a place. However the thing that would catch Arthur's eyes are the runic stones and various professionally made prosthetic all shoved in the corner. Dragor would turn and look to you and spread his arms widely with pride.\n\"This is me shop! Ye like it? Well if you don't, you know where the exit is\" He says with a hearty laugh\n\"Anyhow, yer sword needed fixin right? Hand it over\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Wait, before I had my sword over, I've got a question.\" Arthur began, pulling out his sword. \"Is there a way you could add certain enchantments to my sword? I've already got a few in mind, but I'm not sure if you're up to the challenge...\"\n*As Arthur spoke, he eyed the sheer amount of metal prosthetics and runes all shoved into one of the corners. The place in itself was cluttered, with a number of smithing tools and prototypes seemingly littered around everywhere, but Arthur thought to himself that the corner in particular was way more compat with items than the rest.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Dragor raises an eyebrow with a cocky grin \"Oye, ye know who yer speakin to her'? Not up to the challenge ye say? I'm Dragor Forger, the best foggin loren smith around! Forging is in my name, and enchantments are my game boy! Tell me watcha want and I'll show ye how good I am!\" He says as he eagerly picks up his hammer, starts the furnace and picks up a handful of runic stones." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Smiling back at the man, Arthur was invigorated by his enthusiasm.* \"Nice, now we're talking. The best Loren smith around? I'll take you up to that promise.\" *Arthur walked over to a nearby anvil, placing his damaged sword on the top. The blade looked as beat up as ever, but you bet that was soon to change.* \"For one, I want an enchantment that increases the strength I swing my sword at, and crank that up to the max. Then, I definitely want an enchantment that can increase the durability of the sword. I take it that it's going to be bery costly, but I'm willing to give up some money. And if you buy some stuff off of me, I can definitely purchase more enchantments.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Dragor grins \"Boss been payin' good huh? Well, I'm goin' show you why the boss keeps me around cus what ye asked for is child's play for me and my hammer! That bein' said, I don't want to add the enchantments one after the other though. Damages the steel. So let me look at whatcha got so ye can get yer enchantments all in one go\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur takes out all of his gold, which were kept in one of the leftover pouches from his earlier quests. The total he had was 31 gold, which he all set down individually on one of the nearby countertops.*\n\"Here,\" He said, waving over the gold. \"31 golden pieces, which is all I have. Unless-\" He then took off his backpack, digging through the contents until he found the Almain Rivet armor and golden chalices he had salvaged from the cultist quest a while back. Setting them onto the counter as well, he began to speak again. \"Unless you'll also take these for more enchantments?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "Dragor grimaces at seeing the armor but seems to appreciate the golden chalices.\n\"Oy, kind of rude trying to sell armor to a smith ye know? Especially a shitty one at that. Appreciate the golden chalices though. Always wanted to feel fancier when chugging down my wine. I'll pay 8 gold per a chalice, 2 gold for the armor. Deal?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur grinned towards the Lora, happy that he got some extra gold from this trade, and also happy that he had less weight to carry on his trips. He hadn't had any use for the armor since he'd already gotten a very high quality one, and didn't have anything to use the chalices on. He was content with the fact that the armor gotten taken off of him; it was an exceptional contributer to the tiredness he always felt when running with his backpack on.*\n\n\"You've got a deal,\" Arthur began. \"I presume that this is enough for another enchantment? If thats the case, I'd like something that makes it harder for the sword to leavy my hand. Oh, and also something that can have it do more damage towards bare flesh. That's always great.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "He grins and takes the chalices and places them atop a nearby shelf. He looks at the armor in disgust and simply tosses it in one of the corners where you see pieces of scrap metal lying around. After picking up his hammer again though he returns to his jovial self \"Ye, sounds good to me! Won't even break a sweat! You can sit wherever you can. This may take a while, but I promise you when this grandpa comes back in your hands, it will look like a demigod baby\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur decided to sit himself down on the countertop he had placed the coins on, setting down his backpack on the floor next to it. He didn't blame the Lora for throwing the armor into the scrap heap; Arthur himself thought it was pretty ugly, and he wanted an excuse to get rid of it as well. He started stacking the gold pieces onto one another, creating two 15 coin tall piles of golden tokens stacked next to eachother. He would watch the blacksmith while he worked, and then added an odd request to the mix.*\n\n\"Oh, and for aesthetic, can you make the blade black? Also remove the basket hilt, if you will. It always got in the way of my swings.\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "He chuckles \"Sure thing boy! Consider it on the house as a fellow employee of the boss!\" \n\nA couple of hours go by, but as Drogar said he wasn't even sweating despite being next to the flaming furnace the whole time and looked like he was having fun during the whole process. Drogar finally pulls it out and lays your sword on the table. As the heat cools down you see your sword reforged with the a new black blade with all the enchantments you requested on it along wit the basket hilt removed. Drogar has a massive smile on his face \"See? What I tell ye?! Willing to swallow back your words boy?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur got off the countertop, smiling towards the dwarf. He didn't know that something as mundane as blacksmithing and forging could be so entertaining to watch. Drogar looked thrilled and excited throughout the hours, and as Arthur gazed upon his new black blade, he knew that it was definitely something special. He took it in his hand, holding it above his head. He felt power emanating from his weapon. Looking at the sword, it shone against the fiery light of the forge, a white sheen contrasting the black of the blade. Finally putting it back down, he placed it in it's sheath, fitting as well as it always had. Holding his hand out to Drogar, he grinned ear to ear.*\n\n\"You certainly are something. I take back everything I said!\" Arthur spouted in a pseudo-surrendering tone. \"You bet I'll be coming back here if I ever need anything else. Count on it!\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "He grins \"Good to hear. I'll be more than happy to have ye as a loyal customer so long as you stay on the boss' good graces and well, don't get caught by them guards. Suggest ye stay low till either this whole thing blows over, or get yerself a disguise. But that's just me\" He says with a shrug as he points toward the hallway. \"Till next time boy!\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur waved back at the dwarf, stepping outside into the hallway. He retraced his footsteps to the trapdoor, which would lead to the streets pf New Salvainia above. His pockets were drained of gold, but he still had a decent amount of silver left inside his pouch. Besides, he had some more at the bank that he dould withdraw when the time came. He decided to heed what Drogar had said about laying low, and took out his cloak from his backpack, putting it on as a means to cover his face. The wanted posters spread throughout the city would probably not have been distributed yet, seeing that hundreds needed to be hand-drawn. For now, he could continue working at New Sunlight for extra cash. He could even become a page now, if he so desired. Speaking of New Sunlight, he began to wonder what Hitoshi and Mevis were doing in all this snow. Hitoshi was probably off somewhere training his stealth skills, and Mevis was probably reading in the library, or tending to books.*\n\n*As he reached the trapdoor, he decided to stop for a second. A glimmer of light shone through a crack in the door, illuminating a small point in Arthur's face. Deciding to admire his sword again, he pulled it out of it's scabbard, having the small light shine on it's black blade once more. He felt the power in the sword that he had never felt before, and was eager to test it out. However, he had forgotten something very important: A name.*\n\n*Arthur thought for a while, sitting down on the wall near the trapdoor. He pondered what he should name his sword after. Maybe something fierce, like \"Slanoth, Flesh's Bane?\" Or something more mild, like \"Tunin, Protector of the Pure?\" Thinking and thinking, he would eventually reach the perfect name.*\n\n*Arthur remembered his father bringing him under an olive tree on those bright, summer days. His father, Rasmus, would always be the one to tell him that things were always going to be alright. To hold onto your ideals, and never let go.*\n\n*\"One day,\" He said, \"You will find that you will lose faith in yourself. You will lose faith in your abilities. You will lose faith in those you look up to. Remember what we discuss under this olive tree, Arthur, because your ideals are always going to rest here, no matter where you go. Things will always be alright if you remember your origins, and if you look to the bright future ahead of you. Well, I suppose that's just a fancy way of me saying that your family's always here for you, heh. That scores a point in my book!\"*\n\n*Things did not turn out 'all right.' His father's head on a stake was a gruesome sight against the blazing fire of his home, and is one of the things he will never forget seeing. The olive tree burned up in the background, along with all his ideals, family, and home. Burned to the ground, burned to ashes, then gone with the wind.*\n\n*Gazing at his sword, he would name it, whispering the words aloud to the dark silence of the hall.*\n\n**\"Rasmus. Shatterer of Ideals.\"**\n\n*He then opened up the trapdoor, and headed out into the alleyway he had come in from before. His cloak covering his head and ears, he put the sword back in his scabbard. He looked up, and saw snow falling from the sky in numerous amounts. Hell, it was already on the ground he walked on! He savored the crunch sound it made, and kicked it in a sort of frenzied dance. After cooling down a bit, he exited the alleyway onto the main road of the city, heading towards the gates. He would walk through, and continue the trail back to the New Sunlight alpha base.*" } ]

[ { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Do not worry.. You'll be getting seven of the fifteen gold coins I've gotten from this mission. I did not expect a guild member to be so hard to cooperate with... Not only that, but the added danger of allowing a necromancer to roam free. I'll have to inform the city watch on this new threat, possibly put up a request to hunt the woman down.\"\n\n*Theron walked along in the direction of Syele's homestead, gently rubbing the point of his short-sword... He'll have to get that sharpened on the journey, as well.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"...Seven? Make it eight so it's rounded up and my head might just stop spinning since I had predicted something of that sorts happening when we first embarked on the quest. She couldn't even keep her story straight and convincing for the life of it, but regardless she paid better than most guilds and we should be taking a short break when we get to the house. Hell, I might even try to sell our sheep for the winter since that storm rolled in...\"\n\n*Syele had been stepping through fairly thick snow since that storm had blown in shortly after they left for the cavern. Luckily, it meant good timing to sell off her sheep flock for a fair profit since most of the tailors and craftsmen in the area would be running low on materials shortly along with food being a necessary thing to address has well.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron just solemnly nodded to himself, while watching the Oriate trudge along through the snow.. Wondering if they would get sick from the blizzard. It would be a problem if he lost the ability to get healed in quests, but it also would mean he'd receive full pay. A small conniption, he supposed.*\n\n\"I've heard of the Salvainian blizzards, but never really experienced it for myself... It's quite abrasive and sudden, now that I've been caught up in one. How do you usually deal with these situations?\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"Oh, the blizzard itself normally isn't the problem, but the monsters that dwell inside of it and use it as a means to attack. At least, that's what I've been hearing since I was growing up, but my family was originally from Itchsunia and we'd come here to Salvainia for trading on occasion. Matter of fact, my great uncle made the mistake of doing a slave drive around this season and lost nearly everyone of them and caused my family some significant ruin for a time.\"\n\n*Syele continued to walk through the snow while buttoning up some of her fur garments to prevent the cold from affecting her as badly as they went. She also consider taking some of the excess wool and making a few coats before she sold the rest off to make it a little easier on them.* \"Well, Theron, what do you plan to do during the winter? I'm sure the guilds would have some work for you to do.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"I was hoping I could do some work on fortifying the area if possible, but the snow would prove rather troublesome.. So I will do what I can. Report to the guards, refine and possibly gain new equipment, a quest or three if prepared enough.\"\n\n*Theron trudged along through the snow. The minor burns he had before had welled down to nothing due to the small amount of cold penetrating his body. He looked out over the snowy tundra the area had become, wondering about what kind of requests the people would make around this time of the year.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*After a while Syele would finally reach the steps to the home and enter it. She'd go off and start the fireplace so the two would stop freezing eventually and then went out to take care of the livestock with what feed they had left in storage for the winter.* \"Well, leave the share of the pay on the table and then we'll plan from there on when we'll sell the flock for the winter. I paid roughly thirty silver a piece a while back, thus we should be able to get... Maybe forty or sixty coins a head to one of the guilds?\"\n\n*She'd simply shrug while in the kitchen and yelling out her words to Theron. Her attention then returned to adding more wood to the fireplace until a gentle wave of heat started to engulf the living room area of the house.* \"If you need to, go ahead and light the fires in the other rooms of the place to heat it up, if you're comfortable being stuck in here that's fine too.\" *Syele then took a seat while removing her boots for the time being and simply coughed for a few seconds.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron, once placing eight gold coins on the table, sat down close to the fire and watched it. Poking at it with his sword every now and then to make sure it grew large enough to be of use... He'd take out eight coins from his medium pouch and sat it down next to him.*\n\n\"This room should be enough to keep the both of us warm, if it's necessary... Would you like to explain how you learned to be a merchant? There are many people who end up in the trade, but there are many more who fail at it and end up on the streets or stuck in a nobleman's farm... If they're lucky.\"\n\n*Theron's focus would be devoted to the fire, as he set his short-sword aside and continued to watch it closely. It'd slowly emit a gentle roar as the wood in the fireplace snapped and burned... The room would take it's time heating up, but that was for certain.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"My family had two career lines that followed solely, blacksmithing and trading, thus it was only natural that I learned how to become a trader like a majority of my family had done so in the past. But primarily, the women in my family are used as little gifts to other more wealthy families or even to pay off debts with slavers when a run goes bad... Well they did for a while there.\" *Syele simply unrolled a bit of bread she took from the kitchen on the way in and started her typical picking manners with eating only small bites with a disgusted look on her face.*\n\n\"But not so much anymore, because really, at a young age I was meant to be a sell off token to a slaver back in Itchsunia when my father had his own bad drive like my great uncle had in his own time. Yet, that never came to fruit after I sold out my entire family to the slavers and left them in the dust... I haven't heard much since besides that they were taken to a warlord's mines where they would never see the line of day again.\" *Her face was rather blank and emotionless as she described the story, even her eyes seemed to lose their color somewhat.* \"Regardless, the only reason why that exchange was accepted is because I was the better talker than my father.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Hmm... Quite the, horrid tale. The selling off of daughters is a usual formality in most countries, due to dowry or simple slave prices... But I did not expect to hear that you came from such a home. My mother used to tell me stories about how bad things happen to bad people... Do you believe that your family, in a way, got what was coming to them?\"\n\n*Theron gently pushed himself a foot away from the fire and wiped his brow, looking up at the ceiling with a seemingly dull expression. He'd lightly tap the coins that were set atop each other next to him... For whatever reason.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"In a sense yes, but the slaver thought it was hilarious and more profitable enough to do. Anyways, I believe I've spoke enough on the matter and we need to go sell the herd tomorrow. So, get some rest and take care of any business that you may need to handle because primarily... I need my own sleep as well.\"\n*Syele would then leave the room and head for her bed up stairs with her steps being rather mismatched as she had been seemingly drained of all her energy from the quest that they had done.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron was rather sapped himself, due to the quest that they had just finished together. He'd begin to lay down on the floor rolling over so he could be six feet from the fire itself. Once Theron was satisfied with the distance, he pulled his hood over his eyes and begin to drift off to sleep, listening to the crackling of the fireplace.*" } ]

[ { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Katachan would had just freshly arrived in the city on foot with their rather large mace being lifted over her shoulder. The oriate was rather a giant for her race and stood roughly over six feet in height and worn some armor across her body with some minor engraved symbols. She'd walk about the city streets with a light smile on their face and their eyes gleefully opened to ever sight they seen trying to take it all in.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron, after having woke up from the place he called home for the time being, got his things organized and was now walking the streets of New Salvainia. He had dulled his short-sword's tip so he wanted to go find a blacksmith, to get it sharpened again... But he remembered that he doesn't truly know this city that well. The few times he came here he had just ended up walking around for a few hours, deciding to return home after finding a crowded market and leaving with some food for the day.*\n\n*Today as well, the lady of the house was out on a quest to hunt down the would-be necromancer. He felt good about warning the guards, and that immediate action was taken because of his warning... But he did feel some worry that he could not go on the quest with them. Deciding to just shrug it off and entrust the high-paying mission to several other possibly more seasoned adventurers, he'd continue walking down the street looking for a blacksmith.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Katachan would not notice Theron in their path with him being a foot shorter than her, thus she would casually bump into him from the side with a rather rough bit of force. She'd then stop and glared down toward the man while suddenly having her mace drop to the ground with a echoing thud.* \"My apologizes, I did not see you there, friend!\" *Her voice was rather jolly and booming, she'd then pat him on the shoulder as good gesture... That felt like getting lightly punched.*\n\n\"So friend, do you happen to know where I can find a tavern? Thought I'd ask since I kind of ran into you anyways.\" *The oriate would look down on Theron, but their eyes contained nothing of spite or ill intent, but more a innocent glare.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron sighed to himself, lightly tapping his chest before looking up to the oriate who had non-chalantly just hit him in the back.*\n\n\"I should have noticed you, so it's my fault that you ran into me. Sorry... If you would like to know where the nearest tavern is however, I only know of one. I'm not too accustomed to this place yet, as I've only recently moved in to the area.\"\n\n*Slowly pulling the fox-eared hood back over his head, Theron looked the girl over rather quickly. He didn't have too much to say at the moment, and had his thoughts more on his errands and the quest he couldn't partake in... Which is likely why he was inconveniencing her at this moment. Once he had done his quick scan over her equipment, his vision remained on the ground to the side of the woman.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Katachan simply tilted her head at the man for a moment.* \"Well! Could you please take me to this inn? I would like a drink before I return back to work... Well if I can find a blacksmith shop to work at. I kind of sold my shop before hitting the road and most of my money went into this mace I made. A lot of people told me there's more money in adventures then there is blacksmithing, but I still work a little bit with it.\" *She'd speak out rather gently and patted the two handed clubbed mace that seem quite well crafted which it even had a tinted shine to it.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Just follow me for the time being, it's not too far... And if you could use your expertise as a blacksmith to identify any other smiths in the area, I would like to know. The edge on my sword got dulled recently and I'd like it sharpened again.\"\n\n*Theron walked along and expected the friendly lady to follow him. His interest was piqued to know she was a smith, which was a nice surprise to him. He had barely seen any women go into that type of profession, as well as how it was quite the coincidence that a blacksmith would just fall into his lap when he needed one... He took some time to ponder whether or not this was planned, but stopped himself from over-analyzing something that would be fruitless as of now.*\n\n\"Was your shop not productive enough? I thought that due to all the popularity in adventuring, people with your skillsets would prosper greatly... Any other reason to be pursuing an adventurer's life for the time being?\"\n\n*Deciding not to be silent the entire time and make the most out of this coincidental crossing, Theron wanted to talk some more with the new arrival.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"Well to the matter of your sword it would be a simple matter to sharpen it. You do know that you really wouldn't need a smith to do that for you if you just simply buy a grindstone brick and sharpen it that way?\" *The oriate blinked down at Theron for a few seconds and then raised their head back up as they started to follow him to the nearest tavern.*\n\n\"And yes my shop was productive enough, but really I didn't feel comfortable staying in one spot for long after some of my family had been captured by slavers. I don't what the full details behind what happened and let alone do I know where they were taken, so that's really a second reason why I travel so much and wanted to become an adventurer.\" *Katachan would tilt her head up to the sky for a moment in thought.* \"Well, it's been almost twenty years since they went missing and slaves don't normally last that long in the world we live in... So they're most likely dead anyways.\"\n\n\"But I still try to search around every now and then for information so I can at least find their bodies and bring them home. It's not right to die in some foreign land and be all alone without your ancestors to keep you company.\" *She continued to explain while holding her mace over her shoulder with a rather tearful look on her face.* \"Then again, another reason why I chose to become a adventurer is because they say it's more rewarding in a sense that you get to help people and a bit more coin then a smith would make.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"I see. Sorry for letting you think about things so unpleasant. I know optimism isn't that well appreciated, and I like to keep to logical thoughts personally, but in a world where magic is mentioned casually... I would like to believe that there are always chances for people to be happy.\"\n\n*Theron continued along, having drawn his sword to begin rubbing the tip of it. So he could've just bought a cheaper rock instead of giving it to a blacksmith... Although he had heard of other people doing such things, he trusted the blacksmiths that created the weapons for a living more. If she were suggesting things like that however, he guessed he should try it for awhile and see if his efficiency decreased or increased.*\n\n\"... In other news, the tavern is just around the corner. They have a board up that lists quests that are available, since it is associated with one of the city's guilds. If you are looking for pay then one of the requests there should be able to satisfy your needs.\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"I suppose that would do fine to find some first bit of work... But hopefully it's something that I can manage with ease. I've also been wanting to work on a shield lately that could help me out in the long run against dangers that I might not be able to react to in time.\" *Katachan nodded to herself and continued to walk forward waiting to see if they would be reaching the tavern any time soon.* \"If I were to accept a quest, would you as well be interested in helping me with it?\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"It doesn't matter to me, but I would like to settle some of my errands first. Sharpening my sword and bringing some fresher ingredients home for a meal... *The bread is nice but there's too much of it.* I could check a request alongside you, but I couldn't set off on it immediately.\"\n\n*Theron sheathed the sword in his hand, glancing back up to the woman as he stopped at the corner of the street. The tavern had a rather large sign so it was hard to miss from that point... But he himself still had no idea about where the shop was. He was thinking too much about the conversation to concentrate on finding a smith, as well as saying some unnecessary things. Disappointing.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"Very well, just give me your sword and I'll sharpen it thus that would save us some time. Then you can just go to the market and buy what you need assuming you know where it is. But regardless, I still would like to leave early when we find a preferred quest to work on.\"\n\n*Katachan would then use a sling to put the mace over her shoulder and entered the building while approaching the board to see what quests they could work on for the time being. Additionally, she'd look around for what kind of drinks they had at the tavern that might suit her taste.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron would walk alongside her for the time being, and once she would stop walking around the tavern looking for drinks or quests.. He'd hand her the sword in it's holster.*\n\n\"I'll be back soon enough.\"\n\n*With that brief sentence, he walked out the door and went to a market he had memorized nearby. Since it was close to the only tavern he knew of, he wanted to make sure he could go exactly where he wanted to go. Mostly so he could save time, but partly because he wanted a reason to not go looking for other markets or taverns...*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ol' Phillip is at it again! He's hitting it up in new salvainia, looking for a shop for a nice dagger, for y'know, survival purposes. He hadn't visited New Salvainia for what? 3 or 4 years? It was a wonder he could even find New Salvainia concidering his sense of direction is so poor.*\n\n*A letter appears above him and he has gotten poisoned by the weird black rose thingy, and now he gotta go somewhere to go and get cured.*\n*Well by golly jeez, he's gonna go to an intersection between rivers Sepdu and Elige.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*At the bend where the rivers Sepdu and Elige met would be an ox grazing on the grass, facing away from the rivers. Nobody seemed to be there, and the sun was still high in the air. A nearby bridge accommodated carts and riders as they went by, the creaking of wheels and clomping of hooves joining the sound of whistling wind and the rushing rivers. That, and the chewing of the ox.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Phillip yawns, probably a prank message, he does tend to get those. But Donald knew better, he knew tis was important, and that it was not something he'd escape. He lays down wherever, removing his disguise and waits...*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "*The ox would wander around a bit before eventually standing in front of Donald, facing him. Its muscles and skin would ripple as magical light surrounded it. As it began to stand on its hindlegs, it more clearly shifted to a Mogash. He wore a white mask, dark blue robes, and black studded armor, but the dark green skin on his hands and lower half of his face were visible.* \"Sorry,\" *He said a bit gruffly as he stretched his neck a bit,* \"Had to make sure you didn't have any hanger-ons.\"" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"No worries, no worries! Other shifter!\" *Donald is much more different from his collegue Phillip, even though they're the same person.* \"So you're the one who's going to... I dunno, I haven't thought about it that much\" *He's lying.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"Well,\" *The Mogash said, reaching into a pouch,* \"You seem enthusiastic.\" *He produced a small vial with a clear liquid within, holding it flat in his palm.* \"Antidote and a ticket to meeting the bosses. If ya wanna ask me a question, I'd recommend piping up before you have a swig. Otherwise, drink up.\" *The stranger didn't seem to care much either way.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "\"Mays well take up a question with the bosses rather than you, I'd get more informed, I'd wager.\" *Donald takes a sip of the clear liquid and then waits, probably wouldn't take too long to activate.*" }, { "author": "red.ultra", "message": "\"Righto, righto.\" *The Mogash would watch as Donald's body would slowly succumb to the concoction. If he fought it, he'd see two figures come from behind the Orc, silhouettes walking towards him...*" } ]

[ { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann waits within the merchant district of New Salvainia. The trek took him and his rouncey all day to make, but this job should be worth it. He's familiar with the area, frequenting often the tool makers and other trinket makers of the city. Either way, hopefully this quest will bring him more coin and fame to build his businesses around._" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*A shrouded, masked figure wanders the merchant District of New Salvania, looking for... \"Work\".\n\nThis job had better be fucking worth it. He hadn't done all his work, becoming a brilliant Artificer and getting himself turned into a vampire, and built a mask with which he will allow himself to become greater than any mortal man, just to do some **Fucking** Grunt work.\n\nThe man is intimidating to look at. He wears a slightly ragged coat, which trails behind him. Almost unconsciously, he walks at an incredible speed, and his mask makes it impossible to decipher his actual emotions at all. His Oriate features have been hidden, and it's utterly impossible to tell much if anything about him at all in terms of race. He approaches who he believes to be someone else doing the job... Fucking Macen. Of course it's one of those.\n\nHe eyes up Almann through his mask and adjusts the lenses slightly with his left hand; it becomes more obvious that his hand is metallic, and not natural at all.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur had spent the last couple of days in the Salvainian Empire's wilderness, sleeping and hiding out in the forests within. On one of his routine stops to refill his bread reserves, he found himself faced with another courier giving him a mysterious note. Arthur already knew what it was for, since it had that signature black envelope that always hinted something from the boss. His expectations didn't fail him, and so he found himself making the journey back to New Salvainia, where everyhing started.*\n\n*He didn't know why he was accepting this job. Was it money? No, he already had a decent amount of gold and silver left in his pockets. The sadness he had felt from his loss at Vinran's hand mostly evaporated into nothingness by this point, but he could still feel the pain of the thundershocks every time he ran his hand on his chest, remembering the fight with the elf. He pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind, however, and continues along the trail.*\n\n*He remembered what he said to Hitoshi and Mevis that night. That his goal was to become one of the most infamous criminals in the Empire, but was that what he really wanted, now? What he wanted most, what he yearned for, actually, was just someone to be there for him right now. It was a long time since he had see either Hitoshi or Mevis, and the feeling of being alone for the second time in 7 years was finally starting to take a toll on his mentality. He found himself looking on the more negative side of things, but not so much that he would look at the world as if it was made of shit. Oh well.*\n\n*With a cloak covering his face and head, he would saunter straight into the New Salvainian merchant district, where the letter had instructed him to go. He saw two of his teammates before him, a Macen and... Whatever the person in the mask was.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele would arrive later than most after receiving the letter, she had been unsure if she really wanted to risk her life for a third time. But, the amount being paid per body couldn't be ignored, while she couldn't fight all she really had to do was to keep the others alive so they can handle the rest. The oriate would eventually arrive in the merchant district looking to the three others that had also arrived there, she thought little of the first two, but she continued to dully look at the the shrouded mask figure with a pair of dead eyes that didn't detail any thoughts she had on the man.*\n\n\"...Greetings.\" *Her boring and bland voice leaked out from her mouth as her ears perked about in thought and her jackal like tail hung low to the ground with a slight wave of interest. Her glaze then turned to Arthur as she looked the man over with equal dispute in her eyes that leaked no emotion whatsoever.* \"Greetings to you as well... I assume we're all here for the same reason?\" *She'd hold up her letter casually and then placed it back into her pocket.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Kaisa had just gotten back from a small monster hunt when she recieved the letter. Interesting. Hopefully she wouldn't have to kill any good people, they were probably evil in some way. Hopefully. This is just another hunt she told herself, just with more intelligent prey. And evil in a way that isn't obvious. She would arrive and see a Macen, who looked like he could care less, a hooded, masked figure, with what seemed like a metallic arm, and two Oriates, one with slight armor and a sword and another who didn't seem prepared for combat. She herself arrived in her full armor, her helmet covering the entirety of her face, and her two pods mounted on her shoulders. They were sleek and tapered, seemingly like a jet engine*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "*Almann observed the other 4 recipients of the letter. All of them were experienced fighters, a couple looked like they'd kill Almann if he teased them enough. The man in the mask looked like the silent macho type who angry all the time, Almann has had enough of those. Most of them seem too scared to show their faces as well. Almann fiddles with the letter in the right side of his robe. Compared to the rest who seemed to have armor galore, he was quite under equipped. To Almann, heavier pieces of armor would slow him down and hinder his aim with a bow, a helmet would negate his eyesight as well.*\n\n*He figures he'd act as a scout for these recipients with his lighter arsenal, using magic and whatever other skill sets he had to track down their targets. The steppes taught him well in the art of search and capture. Perhaps he should start off on the right foot though, wouldn't want to lose his life to one of them without getting the reward first.*\n\n*Almann gives a wicked grin. This is going to be fun.*\n\n\"Aye, the letter. Targets and lots of gold.\"\n\n_Almann leans back against one of the street wells and puts his hands behind his head casually, scanning each of them as he talks._\n\n\"I'm Almann. Your names? We will be working together in this quest after all.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Alexander.\"\n\n*His voice was... Nondescript, if that makes any sense. No real special aspects to it, and that was intentional. While Alex's normal voice has a specific sound, he's taught himself to remove all accents and speech tics.\n\nHe continues to adjust the lenses on his mask. Fucking thing was supposed to enhance his eyesight, give him a boost in combat. So much for that. Barely fucking worked. Of course, when you assembled it in a crappy cult cave you, erm... \"Refurbished\", it's hard to make anything decent. His clothes were also ratty, having been taken off a cultist's body. Alex hates wearing the clothes. Feels horrible... Hopefully this next mission can get him enough money to buy some.\n\nHe removes his mask and rubs at the lenses, revealing various scars across his face. The most notable scar is across his right eye: a nasty looking burn scar he'd earned during an experiment gone wrong. Oh well. Alex never bothered to heal or hide it, he felt pride in showing that he can own up to his mistakes. His skin is deathly pale, and when he talks, you might see the reason as to why: his vampire teeth are much more visible.*\n\n\"Damn lenses are broken.\"\n\n*He scoffs and straps the mask back on. Better to keep his identity hidden when he does the mission.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "\"Remember, these are people. Try not to kill them if they're just doing their job. Do so if absolutely necessary.\" *Kaisa's voice was distorted from her helmet, but was still feminine. She sounded serious, not one to kid around with. Almann was not a very moral man. Alexander seemed to be angry at something, but she wasn't sure what. Her helmet and pods shrink down, revealing her pale face with small purple tattoos on her cheeks and forehead, making somewhat of a triangle, and her long dark hair, which seemed almost purple.* \"Kaisa\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele continued to dart her eyes about the group as they spoke out each word. She thought little of them at the time and considered Alexander of even a lesser sense since he was a vampire, making him a even tougher person to heal when in combat, well matter of the fact impossible to heal through magic. She then continued to think for a moment as she looked over the other odd one with the tattoos, she considered that one to be less of a concern for the moment since she was rather quick on the tongue to give out her name.*\n\n\"In all honestly, do we really need to give out our names? I understand that those who sent out the letters already know of us, but even when we're among strangers is it of truly our best interest? If we are captured or worse then we run the risk of exposing those among us. Which, I doubt the letters would be of any use in the hands of authority, but our names is a different story. If you must call me anything, simply call me jackal for the name being.\" *Syele would finish speaking for the time and then waited for the others to finish their introduction.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur would stay quiet in the conversation, taking note of the people around him that were most likely his teammates for the mission. Almann, one of the macens, seemed nonchalant and casual about the mission, probably a signal that he'd done something similar like this before. Good to know that he'd be with experienced individuals for this job, although that grin of his unsettled Arthur a tiny bit. He seemed to be an archer or ranger of sorts as well, judging by the bow he had carried along with him.*\n\n*Next was Alexander, or so he called himself. Arthur noticed the incredible abundance of scars on his face, most notably across his right eye. His skin was deathly pale, but that was to be expected, seeing that the man had very visible vampiric teeth, the likes Arthur hadn't seen before. He didn't know whether or not this man was experienced in working for the boss, but Arthur sensed a good deal of power coming from the man. Raw strength was always good in a fight when your tactics and strategy all went to shit.*\n\n*Next was Kaisa. She sounded like the serious type, but feminine nonetheless. Her voice was distorted from behind the helmet, but he caught the meaning of her words nonetheless. Judging by her outwards demeanor, she was also analyzing the other recipients of the letter, exactly like how Arthur was doing. Her she had long, dark purple hair, and introduced herself as 'Kaisa.'*\n\n*The last one was Jackal, which Arthur saw as an arrogant fool. Of course they needed to give out their names, otherwise how would communication between the five run smoothly? Her eyes told Arthur that she thought less of everyone here, a terrible assumption to make when you first meet your teammates. He didn't like her.*\n\n*Noticing the silence that was amongst the five, Arthur finally decided to introduce himself as well, taking off his cloak and revealing his Fox ears.\n\n\"Call me Arthur. Arthur Dax, Kitsune, wanted by the Salvainian Empire. That's all I'll disclose for now, since you're all basically complete strangers to me.\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Kaisa eyed the young Oriate, who called herself Jackal* \"You're scared. Nothing wrong with that, at least you gave us a codename to call you.\" *Jackal was a coward. No weapons, and her look seemed disapproving of them. She probably had some kind of magic to be useful. Arthur was an interesting fellow. Another Oriate, and wanted nonetheless, but he didn't quite fit the character. He was obviously hiding something*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "*Almann looks at the vampire. He'd never seen one before. His hated the were-kin, but vampires gave him a sense of morbid intrigue. How did he get that way? Where'd he get the scars. Perhaps he could get more info out of Alexander while tracking the targets. It seems this one has calmed down a bit and it a tinkerer himself...*\n\n\"The lenses? I could take a look at them if you want. I'm a tinkerer, once apprenticed to an elder craftsmen of the Silnarian Khanate, perhaps there's something I can do to fix it.\"\n\n_Almann turns to Kaise. This woman has also loosened up a bit. Revealing a name and a face is a sign of trust in business. One day though, her fondness for life may get the better of her._\n\n\"Yes, they are people, like the rest of us no? The goal is to capture alive, but they didn't say what shape they'd have to be in. Simply give the targets an ultimatum should they struggle. If they attempt to attack back and run away just take something away from them. A finger, toe, hand, an eye. It doesn't matter. They simply need to live for the coin.\" _Almann shrugs_\n\n_He then turns to the one who calls herself Jackal. In his experience the ones most likely to be cowards or backstabbers are the ones who prepare to cover their tracks. Hiding a face and a name is the first step in this. He'll keep an eye on her._\n\n\"Jackal? Interesting alias. Names are important lass, remember this.\" _he waggles his finger at her jokingly_\n\n_Next was the Kitsune. A criminal. No issues, Almann deals with them all the time. They ask for him to sharpen knives, forge documents, fix up some of their... Tools..._\n\n\"A criminal Kitsune? All that's needed is a name. Though I'm sure we'll figure out your trade later in the quest.\"\n\n_Almann gives an eye of interest towards what this man is wanted for. He couldn't wait to find out. He's also impatient for the sender to arrive._" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*When Almann mentioned that their employers didn't care about how their targets returned, he obviously remembered what had happened with Cornelius. Leaving behind nothing of the man but his torso and head, he had cut off both of his arms and legs out of anger that night. He shuddered at the thought, but shrugged it off nonetheless as an incident that would stay in the past.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"...Well, I suppose we should begin the job now? Or at least the individual who is hiring us should had shown up by now, it's rather rude to be the employer and not to be the first among the bunch.\" *Syele muttered a bit while they looked about the group a bit waiting to see if they could spot the employer anywhere in the area.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"I don't need help with my work.\"\n\n*Alexander brushes off Almann's offer. Of course, Almann has done nothing wrong. Hell, he's actually being pretty considerate. But Alexander harbours an irrational hatred of Macen, and doesn't want their **Grubby hands** Touching **His** Mask. He might come to like the Macen in this party a little more, or at least respect them slightly more. But not right now. As far as he's concerned at the moment, they're all worthless scum. Even if he didn't mind Almann's race, he's a prideful individual. He hates anyone touching **His** Work. It's beneath him to relinquish his job to someone else.*\n\n\"I'd leave, but I need a new jacket. Damn thing smells horrible even through my mask.\"\n\n*He squirms in his jacket. Wearing this trash is truly embarrassing.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"No, knowing these guys they always arrive on time. Never early, never too late. I'd say we have a good... 4 minutes until they show up. It does get annoying, but hey, better on time than late, yknow?\"\n*Arthur would look around the district, hoping to find someone that looked eccentric enough to be their employer. Alas he would find no one to fit the description, unfortunately.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "\"I suppose we could start by sharing our strengths? It would be better to plan our attack accordingly rather than rushing through\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"...I can do a bit of healing and I'm a decent talker at times.\" *Syele kept it plain and simple, she'd hold onto the katana that she* **Never returned** *To hitoshi for the time being since she was unsure on where to find the fellow again anytime soon. Her attention then turned to Alexander for the time being as she measured him up in her head and examined the jacket for the time being.* \"Well, your current one does look like shit that was dragged out of a beggar's den. But, if you need a new one I can do a bit of tailoring and make you something nicer after this is all done. I run a merchant shop that might actually already have some stock for it.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann laughs_\n\n\"So The Jackal has a sharp tongue eh? I do some support magic, close quarters fighting, and archery on foot and horseback.\"\n\n_Almann really wanted to see what the sender looked like. His curiosity of these people and the employer, not to mention who they're supposed to hunt down reminded him why he wanted to do this quest in the first place._\n\n_He turns to Kaisa_\n\n\"What about some of your strengths?\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "\"Close quarters combat or long range. Preferably against unarmored opponents. I'm also a good hunter.\" *Looking at her kit, she would have armor, an arm blade and a small, pointed shield. No indication of range whatsoever*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Leave the armoured ones to me. Electricity bends to my whim.\"\n\n*The man smirks under his mask.*\n\n\"Ever seen what Crack the Sky can do? Now imagine someone using two of that at once.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur jolted at the mention of Crack the Sky. Aye, he knows the terror of what one can do. It was quite frightening, really. One taken head on was enough to knock him out, causing massive lightning scars across his chest. It was costly, however. Using it too much at a given time would exhaust you of all of your mana, essentially making you worthless soon after.*\n\n\"Me? Im completely based on rushing down opponents. I can summon... About 4-6 swords that I can all control if I wanted to. All are wickedly sharp as well. The ideal matchup for me is against unarmoured, but if you can slow down some armoured tanks, I can surely take them down in a single blow with one of my other abilities.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann shrugs_\n\n\"We'd have to know who are targets are before we truly make any sound plans. The sender will probably be here soon. The goal is to incapacitate the targets, we split loot evenly afterwards and we're good. If one of us doesn't pull their weight the others will pitch in to vote for a smaller reward for the slacker. Good deal, no?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"If somebody doesn't pull their weight, they shouldn't get anything in the first place.\"\n\n*Alexander shrugs and folds his arms.*" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*As you all continued to wait for the employer, Arthur who has had experience with dealing with them before would realize it was infact past the meeting time. A rare occurrence, as he had mentioned earlier, they never appeared first, but they always appeared on time.*\n*A couple more minutes would pass from the mentioned meeting time with no one showing up. The newcomers might think this was perhaps a prank, but for what purpose? However, you would all then hear some commotion coming from a nearby barrel in the alleyway. The lid would pop open and rising from it you would see green haired macen in a nightgown and cap holding a stuffed animal of some sort. Those familiar with more exotic animals though would recognize it as a sloth. The individual would yawn loudly and remove his sleep shades before rubbing his eyes while looking at you all.* \n\n\"Uh... Well then, there's a lot of you. You're here for the job right? Yeah, you guys match the descriptions. Cool. So, uh, hope I didn't keep you waiting. The job, is uh...\"\n \n*The individual would have trouble keeping his eyelids open as they slowly dip till they are full closed, causing him to fall out of the barrel. He would snore for couple of seconds before opening his eyes once more.* \n\n\"Oh, sorry about that. Didn't get much sleep as of late. Anyway, there's a guild here that had been hired to escort some cargo for the boss, I think. However, they, uh, had a change of heart I guess, and is keeping the cargo and payment for themselves. The guild building is like a 10 minute walk from here in some shady part of the district. And uh...\" The messenger's eyes would start to droop again, but at the last second he shakes his head awake \n\n\"Uh... Yesh. Where was I? Oh yeah, you all just need to go in there and take care of everyone inside. Also, don't go to the basement unless necessary cus that is where the cargo is. The boss doesn't want to risk it getting damaged. Questions?\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "\"Any information about them? Dangerous in any way?\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"Would the cargo be a living entity? Because if so, we may need to be careful of that so we don't accidentally kill them by mistake during the fighting.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_The others asked questions that Almann had thought of asking himself. He waits for the answer._" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Are there any VIPs within the building that pose a high threat to any of us? Or just important figures in general?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Fuckin' hell... Err, how are the guards equipped?\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "The green haired individual would look over to each of you in the order that you've asked the question\n\n\"Uh, yeah, they are pretty strong. Have a mix of magic users and melee combatants, expected things of a guild. They've done jobs for us before, so they were skilled enough to carry them out. Just a shame they changed their minds for this job\"\n\nThe individual would start to feel sleepy again, but pinches his cheek to keep himself awake\n\n\"Yeah, the cargo is something like that. Exotic and expensive as well\"\n\n\"VIP's? Well, the guild master is pretty strong, and they have a couple of high ranked members in their guild as well.\"\n\n\"As for how well they are equipped, well, they got a lot of gold from us from before, so I say pretty good quality stuff. Don't think about looting it though, we're taking it back to compensate for the losses they've caused us\" \n\nHe would then yawn again and cover his mouth \"Anything else?\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele just shook her head no for the time being and remained quiet waiting for the others to take the lead. She considered that the cargo might just be some exotic slave race that they were meant to take. Which in her opinion, seemed like something a guild of 'do-gooders' would take for themselves or even more so they probably decided to take the cargo to just churn out their own profits while screwing whatever organization that was hiring them to begin with.*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "\"That'll be all for me. Gonna head over.\" _Almann jerks his thumb towards the guild hall_\n\n_He looks like a giddy child, waiting to get a new toy from his parents. He already has a spell prepared in either hand. It'll be a proper brawl in a guild hall! He will keep his daggers in mind, but all of this should be done with his bare fists. After all, an Earth Macen has the sub-dermal plates in his knuckles for a reason._\n\n_He starts walking towards the guild hall non-nonchalantly, he'll wait outside of the door for the rest of them_" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*An exotic living being. What could that mean? Hopefully it was some kind of magical creature. Probably was, seeing that transporting slaves wouldn't be too exotic. This organization doesn't seem to use slaves* \"I think we have the information we need. Let's go.\" *Her helmet and shoulder pods form back*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The guild master? That was to be expected, obviously. For someone like him, they'd have to gang up on him and overwhelm them with brute force and magic, which is how encounters with such individuals should be dealt with. That, or running away. The High Ranking members, however, shouldnt pose that much of a threat. If they were weaker than Vinran, itd be easy pickings for Arthur. There, however, was a slight problem. It was the middle of broad daylight, surely they wouldn't barge in on the guild headquarters right now?*\n\n\"Wait, are you two blind? It's noon, and there are people everywhere. If one of them were to slip by our defenses, the mission is over. I suggest we wait until nightfall, then we can infiltrate the guild base. We can recon during the day, though. Who'll do it?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Of course the fucking Macen take the least intelligent path.\"\n\n*Alexander looks to Arthur.*\n\n\"I'd suggest that we transform, but...\" *He waves his hand.* \"I need this to cast... Don't know why, but that's life, I suppose. You?\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"I can do it.\" *Syele stated with her meek voice.* \"I am a bit good at acting and I can scout out the interior of the guild rather easily.\" *Her blank expression still maintained across her face, giving a false indication to just how well she could 'act.'*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "\"We could always have someone watch outside for stragglers, chase them down and neutralize them as clear out the inside. A quick panic with others waiting outside will make those who try to run away easy pickings. There is always a back up plan, _cave dweller._\"\n\n\"There is also a possibility of causing a panic inside of the guild so we can ambush those fleeing from the inside. That dual Crack The Sky spell could also work for that reason.\"\n\n_Waiting until night also suited him, his eyes wouldn't take long to adjust if he sat on the roof tops waiting for the signal to begin the quest._\n\n\"I'll stay on the roofs then, I can pick them off by shooting at their legs, making it harder to get away. Waiting until nightfall is fine and all, but as time passes the less targets remain in the guild, there are those who come and go, unless of course, we pick them off as they leave. Even then, that would rouse suspicion if some were expected to return.\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "\"We should wait for nightfall. Alex and I are both vampires, so we don't want to risk losing some gear and risk being exposed to sunlight. Some people should rush in, take as many out as possible, and then others pick them off as they leave\"\n\n\"Jackal, you can be our opening to make them feel safe\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur turned to Alexander, nodding in agreement. He now knew that he was a Kitsune vampire, but why did he harbor such an irrational hatred towards their macen teammates?*\n\n\"Yeah, we can transform. You want to recon now, or later?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"No, I mean I **Can't.** I might be able to follow, but if I change form, my stump will open.\"\n\n*He waves his metallic arm about.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Oh, well that sucks. Does that mean I'll have to do it alone? If so, that's unfortunate, but what must be done **Must** Be done. We can't just assault a highly defended building like this blindly, anyway. We should set a rendezvous point somewhere near the guild where we won't look suspicious, so I can relay the information between all of us. Got any ideas?\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "\"Let's get to the actual area first, then we can make our plans\"" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "The green haired individual would point you over in the direction where the guild was.\n \n\"Just 10 minute walk this way. Huge sign, Burner Knuckles is its name. I'll make your guys lives easier, the ones that come and go from the guild, let's just say they're not coming back. Just need to take care of the ones that live there. Simple enough?\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "\"Simple enough. Let's go\"" } ]

[ { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*As the ferry docked, a very sick and wobbly looking EinEin could be found eaderly trying to get out of the ship... She tried to defy her sea sickness by fixing her claymore... She fixrd the claymore. She's still sick. Oh well, I suppose she just needs to walk around for a bit* \n\n\"Urghh... I'm not using a boat again.. I'd rather walk than get on that horrid beast\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron followed along the still sea sick Ein. For whatever reason, he felt like this had happened recently before... Oh yeah, the inn. He sensed a pattern for the two states of being Ein would switch between.*\n\n\"Now that we've arrived, we should post a request up on the tavern closest to the city's eastern gate. It's well known for catering to adventurers, so most employers place their quests there and await groups to sign themselves onto the mission.\"\n\n*He would rub her back gently, like he remembered his mother used to when he was sick... He couldn't quite remember how it made him feel better. Was it because he threw up faster, or was it because it eased him? He'd soon find out, possibly.*\n\n`whichever you prefer, tbh.`" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Shizuko would be roaming the street near the docks as she glared about with a look with more disgust than Theron could had ever imagine seeing on his boss's face. The woman was absolutely revolted by the sight of the commoners that she was witnessing and continued to walk with her chin up rather pridefully with her Glaive stripped over her back. The kitsune would continue on her way and literally elbow slamming into Theron in her rush to go... Somewhere.*\n\n\"Fucking watch it.\" *She spat out at the stranger even going so far as to stop and look at him directly in the eyes. If theron had took the time to stop he would note that the lady had scars littering her face, neck, and whatever flesh remained open and visible. They were also unique in a sense, almost ritualistic in a nature.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"... Okay.\"\n\n*Theron's aketon had done it's job, absorbing most of the hit, but he still felt a sting from the swing of the elbow into his side... This was quite the person in front of him. He was confused about all the scars and her aggression, but did not care as much to fight back against someone who he'd see once in a lifetime.*\n\n\"Forgive me for not paying attention.\"" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*All she really did was give her the stink eye that she gives everyone when she is hung over, sick, or tired. She didn't really notice what was happening or heard due to... Well... Sea sickness. Let's just say, she's more frustrated with the sea sickness than she is with the glaive person in front of her.\n\nMeanwhile, she was secretly staring down the Kitsune, with a rather judgemental look, as if she was judging all her choices. She was actually just staring at the glaive and thinking about something along the lines of 'who needs such a long tree axe?'* \n\n\"Hmmm... Tavern... Alc- nevermind... To early for that\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*The kitsune stopped and tower over Theron with about eight inches on him in height. For the moment she didn't notice Einillainis or... Simply zoned the girl out since her attention was fully on theron. Her mouth opened wide with her canines visible in a threatening manner as she spoke out in a rough voice.* \"Forgive you? Why should I forgive a dog for ramming into something as priceless as me. Surely, even someone as lowly as you can muster up something better for an apology.\"\n\n*The kitsune continued to stand her ground inches from Theron after they bumped into each other. Rather her intentions were of a hostile nature wasn't quite clear since she hadn't reached for a weapon, but still yet she kept an aggressive stance over the poor lad.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Well... This had escalated rather quickly. It seemed he had wounded the person's pride immensely, somehow. Maybe broke one of her items? He did not quite understand what she meant by being priceless, but he didn't want to make matters worse... She was already preparing to do something about him, not knowing if she was actually going to act upon it or not.*\n\n\"I suppose so... But I wouldn't know how to forgive you properly. If you have anything I may have broken, I could repair it for you. If it is too complex, however, I'll pay half-price for the cost of repairs.\"\n\n*Theron would let go of Ein and inch away from her, as to not have her get wounded if the kitsune suddenly lunged at him.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*Now that she was actually paying attention to something... She can someone focus on their conversation. Now she didn't look happy at this person insulting a friend... Or someone she saw as a friendly figure. Her sickness didn't help as her face slowly morphed to something reserved for very mad people. Again, she isn't as mad as she looks* \n\n\"I'm sure you're only priceless because a single grain of infertile soil has more worth than fifty of you. Picking on smaller people. What a joke. Let's go... Friend, we have quest to request for yes?\"\n\n*She may be shorter than Ms Kitsune, but she made up for that with sheer... Let's say balls. Let's just say she dislikes this person.* \n\n\"You're surely entitled to an apology when you can't accept one eh? Lower than Dirt?\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Shikuro then took to acknowledge Einillainis suddenly, glaring over Theron shoulder to do so and her eyes gave off a fiery fit of rage at the words she said. It seemed that by even trying to properly retaliation against her sent her off even worse as she started to speak out.* \"I have lived for a very long time to the point that such insults wouldn't typically bother me... But you insult my pride, filthy my clothes, and continue to babble away as if you done nothing wrong... My wealth and value is beyond a tongue like yours, child, not even bloomed past enough years to even understand who I am.\"\n\n*Her attention then returned to Theron as her glare continued to be enraged in a fire. Her voice continued to drift harshly as she spoke out to him and her canines remained ever so visible.* \"For your crime, you will allow me to accompany you to the tavern you mention and you pay for my meal, dog, that is the worth of my injured pride.\" *She finished then with a rather dramatic hand gestured at the end of her sentence.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron thought about it. If they were playing a tough guy act to just get food, then it would be perfectly fine... But then again, this person seemingly had an ego the size of a barn. This meal they could ask for may cost Theron dearly... Yet, jail time for disturbing the peace and fighting in a public area within view of the guards, would also cost him dearly.*\n\n\"If I am to pay for your meal I request you call me Theron. An animal couldn't serve someone as grand as you, correct? Acknowledging me as a person would benefit you... Even if far below equals, like royalty to peasants.\"\n\n*Theron was probably about to get a glaive through the head, and he somewhat prepared for it by shifting one of his feet back a few inches... But he felt it important to try and at least understand their thought process behind `dog`.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*A slight audible \"Click\" Could be heard as EinEin rested her hand on her scabbard, raising her broadsword a slight bit... She hasn't drawn it in a while, just making it easier if she decided that glaiving a friend would be a good idea. \n\nIt wasn't the best idea honestly. They were way too close for any safe confrontation to happen by either party. Plus, who doesn't carry a dagger these days?*\n\n\"Hmph. She doesn't deserve anything. Let's just get our search on. She's wasting time that could be spent working. Plus, doubt this Lower Than Dirt thing is worth your money. Or even my money.\"\n\n*She's hell bent on calling the Kitsune \"Lower Than Dirt.\" Fits her. Priceless... Something that is worthless has no price! Therefore, priceless! \n\nShe looks up at the Kitsune with a grin*\n\n\"And plus, she has her own money. Is that right, Ms Entitled Garbage? Or are you just feeding your ego because you are poorer than an underfed slave in the basement?\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Theron would notice sparks coming from the kitsune's hands and a audible buzzing starting to click in and out. She was on the verge of casting one of her electric spells right there and then, but kept herself calm enough not to do so at that point.* \"Even a king has dogs to hunt his prey... And pray-tell what does being born from that of the mixing of a god and a king have entitled? A man whose fit to be a dog under her feet...\"\n\n*Shikoru remained calm for a mere moment as her she stopped showing her canines for the time being, but the sparks kept clicking... It was more like someone drawing a sword, not enough to waste mana, but enough to show her intent if things continued to escalate any further.* \"...I will take your acceptance for now and I shall not act against the girl since you at least do have some decency in my opinion for a mutt.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Theron sighed, at least that was averted... And it seems like she knows some magic, possibly something that could be used effectively at this range. Dangerous.*\n\n\"I'll thank you for that. Now I'll be going to the tavern, and we can all eat something... And not have to break any laws.\"\n\n*Theron went back to being at a normal walking stance... Rather than about to duck down and ~~shoryuken~~ uppercut someone. He'd look to Ein on his left, then the embodiment of rage on his right, before leading the way. Was a real damn shame that things almost went to hell right when he came back to New Salvainia.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*She sighed, well rather grumbled, to herself. She knew she wasn't prepared to fight someone with magic... Especially at her state. One day she'll. Be able to defeat magic users. One day...\n\nShe remained silent on the walk, but remained near Theron. Her hand was still on her sword, ready to draw if the Dirt were to act up. She's mostly doing it because she is irritable. Thinga like these in a normal day would be ignored by her.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Shikoru remained silent during their walk to the tavern with nothing really to note significantly. The girl would be rather at peace for a time without her anger flaring up like it had previously. As they walked she removed her cloak for the time being revealing several more odd scars that appeared hook like in nature through her shoulders and upper portions of her arms similar to hook restraints if the two had ever seen something like that in their time.*\n\n\"I honestly don't know why I came this way... I typically hate it and just stay home most of the time where I'm less likely to be bothered by others.\" *She muttered aloud to the two and her ears perked down at that time.* \"I was actually just released from the local clergy dungeon a few weeks ago after a pardon was declared... So forgive me for my bitterness.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"You decided to keep calm and not use magic in a public area, so I suppose I could forgive you for that alone... And in return, you could forgive me for not paying attention and walking into you.\"\n\n*Theron continued walking along, slightly puzzled by the lady's sudden change. From on the verge of attacking, to now seemingly sorrowful... An odd case indeed.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*Meanwhile, EinEin wouldn't actually really care about this conversation... Fishing out a square of hard tack. Something crunchy for her to bite into. She was just hungry and will eat to satisfy herself.\n\nClink Clink Clink her equipment goes. Lots of metal under that cloak of hers. Wonder what she's wearing this time!*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Shikuro kept her head above the others as they went with a pride filled smile on her face. She considered what she would be having when they reached the tavern... Maybe a tender piece of beef freshly cooked with herbs and spices... Along with some potatoes mashed together with tiny bits of bacon mixed into it freshly off a hog.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "`i go sleep in like two hours... Maybe we could do more tomorrow`" } ]

[ { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki walks all around looking for something in the town square, she has no idea what she's looking though. Ralki hadn't really thought to buy anything new, even though she was practically rich... She didn't think she was rich, but she apparently is by mosts standards. The main reasoning behind this was her pottery being a lucrative business for a while, but it has since dried up.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*Much like clay does in the sun, yes? Maybe she should put it into some water. Maybe it'll moisten up to a degree. \n\nWalking around as well was someone who looks a bit TOO out of place here. Why do you ask? Well, she was wearing a black Cloak with a crest for one... She also had a full closed sallet... AND she had a halberd. Probably more things under that cloak that will be revealed in combat... Or just a curious person looking.\n\nThe person seemed... Bored, having walked throught this place at least 18 times before settling down on a wall to rest.*" }, { "author": "pineywoods7124", "message": "*Ralki keeps walking, because she's to focused on finding something to buy. Dried fruits, no. Jerky, no. Oh that's interesting, fresh squid, nah. Maybe those gauntlets? They seem to look cool, eh, nah, not really, would make her edgy, and edgy isn't fun at all. How about an amulet? Nah, it's like, so last year.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*Up her Cloak goes... Ooh a Cuirass! And some... Weird ass wooden looking dinner plate (Targe) and a strange Single Pronged Fork with a weird handle (Basket hilt). And out her lute goes. If she was going to do something fun, she might as well play the lute... And play the lute she goes, at least after removing her helmet. Helmets like those tend to be... Stuffy. \n\nFrom her corner, she plays some simple Bourree style music, looking at the passer byer... And the strange person who can't seem to buy something. Why no gauntlet? Do you want your hands chopped off?*" }, { "author": "Ralki", "message": "*Still walks around, not noticing this other person. Those gems look flashy, maybe she could make something out of them and make a big amount? Nah, that's not what this money should be used for, she needs to use it for herself. How about new clothes? Fancy ones? They wouldn't be effective in more combatitive situations if she was caught off guard. How about some food? Nah, the food in the taverns are much better and cheaper. Perhaps she could buy a weapon?*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*She found this amusing, watching the person just... Walk around aimlessly. She reckons this person has a lot of money. Or does she? Maybe she does*\n\n\"Amusing\"" }, { "author": "Ralki", "message": "*Still walks around aimlessly, not finding her goal, like ever. She could be in the shot of her dreams and still couldn't choose something for hours.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*What does she do in this situation? She can't exactly... Yell out to the person. There's a lot of people here that'll answer to a \"Hey you.\" So she simply just decides to be the observant one. Maybe she'll do something stupid.*" }, { "author": "Ralki", "message": "*Despite how stupid she looks, she doesn't perform the big stoopid. She just keeps walking... And walking... And perusing the shops in the market square... For hours on end, just doing that, without going crazy whilst doing so. She finds a shop she likes, she looks at the items, then decides it isn't worth buying due to 1 crucial flaw.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "*She decides that... This wasn't simply entertaining anymore. She put her lute away... Into a BAG! Woah. And approaches the person. She was quite curious about why this person was so indecisive. With a clink there and a clank there, she approached with a very pleasant and totally not hostile aura. She just looked a bit scary. Black cloak and sallet in her arms. No biggy... What is big, is her HALBERD!*\n\n\"Hey you, woman. It's odd to see someone stay in one spot for such a long time. Are you... Maybe looking for a chance to steal something?\"\n\n*She asked with a smug smeared onto her face. She wanted to have some fun. And this person was going to give her the fun she wants...*" }, { "author": "Ralki", "message": "*Ralki decided that was a joke* \"Hello there! Were you watching me for the past few hours?\" *Wow, she actually noticed this person. Ralki makes a thinking faces and says* \"You must of heard of my wonderful feats and skills, that's why you decided to find me! Because you are a fan!\" *Oh god she's delusional.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"I don't think someone with wonderful feats and skills would walk around a single spot without making any purchase for hours. And no, I've never heard of you, nor would I care much about being a fan.\"\n\n*Squint. Is she delusional? Everything points to yes. Wonder why that is? Was it... Assuming someone was a fan? Or was it because... She walked around the square for hours.*" }, { "author": "Ralki", "message": "\"Oh sorry, so then why were you following me for all those hours I was stuck at this shop? I'd understand if you were a fan of me, but now I'm not so sure?\" *Ralki has a confused face, like real confused. She doesn't understand why someone would stalk someone they had never met.*" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"Well you see. I found it rather intriguing that someone would just... Wander around without buying anything. My brain thinks idiot but my hands thinks thief. Which of those are you?\"\n\n*What a different attitude from the other two. She was really nice to the other two and... Here she was just plain rude. Wonder if she really is who she says she is. I would know because I made her*" }, { "author": "Ralki", "message": "*Thief? Wasn't she joking? Why would anyone assume she's a thief, she's so plainly an idiot. This either means 1 of 2 things, the other person is an idiot for not being able to notice, or Ralki is so dumb she violates common sense, one of the 2.* \"Nah nah, I'm not a thief, just having trouble picking something to buy.\"" }, { "author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain", "message": "\"So... An idiot? Hmmm that's no fun. Well adieu.\"\n\n*She started off, putting on her helmet. And walks off, before turning back to the person*\n\n\"Wonder who'd be a fan of you, of course respectfully. Never met anyone honestly\"\n\n*Having accidentally struck shoulders with someone on a walk, she'd instinctively check her belongings... Everything was there, surprisingly... But she found something interesting. A letter? \n\nShe took it out, reading it's content... With much ease. \"Thanks dad, I can read!\" She thought. Hmm so a quest eh? Well she might as well go. Good money it is.\n\nOn her Sallet goes, closed the visor goes and up the hood goes. Manhunter EinEin is here! Now off to... Wherever that place is, of course after taking the long way out of the city to lose who ever got suspicious of her*" } ]

[ { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Katachan would be at one of the many market places within Salvainia's city overlooking of the metal vendors examining over the materials for sell. The oriate would be looming over a pile of iron ingots around that time considering the purchase along with some other materials for a shield that she was wanting to build.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi is wandering the marketplaces and trying to look for a semi-decent blacksmith.\n\nTrying to find anyone who knew their shit is harder than it sounds when your style of weaponry and combat is so fundamentally different to what Salvania is used to. And it's especially hard when you're sort of in a rush. Hitoshi could just go to the New Sunlight base, but that's... Eh. They were alright. Nothing amazing, though.\n\nHitoshi wants something... Better. And he just so happens to bump into Katachan as he looks at the vendors, getting a little desperate.*" }, { "author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa", "message": "\"Do you know where to find a blacksmith that can make something like this?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*He holds up a drawing of an Irunian blade. It's a decent drawing, actually.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"Hm?\" *Katachan stopped observing the iron ingot pile for a moment and turned her head to face the drawing. She only had the most cockiest of grins on her face after just a few seconds of looking it over.* \"I can without a doubt, an Irunian straight shortsword if I'm not wrong. I normally see people wanting the curved blades, but that one is actually easier to make then you would expect. Just let me buy some iron and we'll bring it by one of the forges here in town.\"\n\n*She turned her attention over to the merchant and bought a hundred pounds of iron ingots and several straps of good quality leather and handed over seventy silver to the individual operating the stand. She'd then haul the ingots into a provided crate over her shoulder with ease.* \"Shall we get going then? It shouldn't take me long if you just want the sword.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi laughs. Curved blades are awful. They're good for drawing the blade... And that's it. In hindsight, Hitoshi wonders why he ever chose the katana.*" }, { "author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa", "message": "\"Yeah, everyone wants a curved blade but they are so awful... That would be nice, thanks.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi really likes the other Oriate's confidence. And the fact that she appears to be someone who at least has a connection to Irunian culture is even better.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Katachan just nodded and went toward the forge that she did most her work at during her off time.* \"By the way, don't worry about my skills, I've been doing this type of stuff for roughly forty years of my life and I've been traveling across a lot of the known world during that time working at different forges.\" *She reassured Hitoshi as they would eventually arrive at a modest shop with large smelter in the center of it and multiple vents and flow points across it. She then lay the crate down and loaded the smelter with a hefty amount of ingots, at least twenty pounds of it.*\n\n\"By the way, it's cheaper to buy iron and make it into steel for the record, especially if you know how to get it just right. It's a unique process that's been developing over the years, but I rather keep my way under wraps.\"\n*She'd ignite the coals under the smelter and went over to a strange set up of pipes and a large bellow device meant to heat up the fire under the smelter along with pumping oxygen into the molten iron.*\n\n\"This might take a while so have a seat just anywhere.\" *She stated as she started to pump the bellow putting air into the coals causing the temperature to raise and the flames to soar. Additionally, another one of the pipes leading into the molten iron started to pump in air causing a chemical reaction of carbon dioxide to be vented out of the iron gradually removing the impurities within it through the reaction itself.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi does as he's asked and finds somewhere to sit. He's obviously seen a forge before, but is still engrossed every time he watches someone do their work. It's a truly enchanting thing, no pun intended, to watch someone truly skilled create a work of art. \n\nHe begins to look at Katachan some more, and his eyes widen with embarrassment. Wait, she's the woman with the club who helped them on that mission with the vines!*" }, { "author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa", "message": "\"Oh! Sorry, I-I should have remembered you. We were clearing out the vines together. With the Fire Macen and the... Elf? I think?\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"Aye, I'm surprised you didn't recognized me sooner, you don't really see many oriates my height around these parts.\" *She was at least a few inches above six feet and had a rather tuned build for a woman. After a good while of heating up the iron she'd step to the side and took out a mold set for the blade, guard, and handle of the blade to be assembled apart at the start. Along with this she laid out a mold for the frame work of a kite shield for herself and then raised a small gate to let the molten steel pour out into each of the molds one at a time, then closing the gate once enough of the material was inside.*\n\n\"Now, this in my opinion is the funnier part of the whole process.\" *Once the metal had cooled enough on the blade, she'd put on a pair of thick leather gloves and took the smoldering blade over to an anvil and started to hammer away at it straightening out any bubbles or excessive metal that packed up. It took some time, but then she'd toss it into a square like stone filled with water with a satisfying whizzing steam coming off it and then she went over to do the same to the guard and handle with almost the exact same process, but with the guard she would be adding delicate cuts for a bit of design and as for the handle she'd be simply adding in grip linings.*\n\n*After it was all said and done she went over to the water and removed the blade. She would sit down at a grindstone and shaved down the metal carefully to contain a fine cutting edge with it's slashing side and then focused on the tip to create a near perfect thrusting point. Once it was said and done, she reheated the remaining parts together and took a bit more selective tools to fully wield them together into one fine Irunian shortsword. Then came the final process of wrapping the blade together with several strips of leather in different angles to create a comfortable grip site.* \"Finished, now, was there anything else you wanted?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi tilts his head and seems a little... Reluctant? He wants to enchant the weapon, but maybe asking that is a bit much.*" }, { "author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa", "message": "\"Can you enchant weapons?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi has an idea of the enchantments he wants. Making the weapon incredibly capable of damage was a given, but...\n\nHe also wanted the enchantments that can make the blade incredibly tough and capable of withstanding damage. The weapon style is usually quite brittle, so getting that enchantment is a must.\n\nThere was also an enchantment to prevent it from being knocked out of your hand, right? \"Tethered\", or something. He should get that for both his ninja-to and his naginata.\n\nThat Shredder enchantment would be something great. Combined with Shadow Strike and Blessing of Strength, this blade could cut through people like butter. Hitoshi is already aware of the power behind this combo.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Katachan only nodded to him as she did the same pinch of work on her kite shield while he spoke out.* \"Aye, I can do the enchantments just tell me what all you want on the blade and I can hopefully do a bit of rune scripting and mana infusion to get the job done on it.\" *She'd then finish by attaching a hand grip to the shield and looked over to Hitoshi.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi smiles giddily. Fucking great. This is gonna be fucking great.\n\nHe tries to scribble down his enchantment orders quickly before realising that if he wants to write quickly it will come out awful. He writes down the list in Silnari Standard. For someone who can barely speak it, he writes it well. When he actually knows what word it's meant to be.\n\nIt reads:\n__Sword__\n\n\"Shredder\"\n\"Always Sharp\"\n\"~~Impur~~ ~~Impervee~~ Hard to break\"\n\"Strong Grip\"\n\n__Naginata__\n\"Strong grip\"\n\"Hard to Break\"*\n\n*Hitoshi winces as he looks at the part with the Naginata. Maybe that's asking a little too much.*" }, { "author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa", "message": "\"Can you do two weapons?\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Katachan only nodded to him and held her spare hand out for the extra weapon as she still had the Irunian shortsword at that time. She also took out a special kit with several engraving pens with a light tint glow to them with her other hand.* \"I can, just pass it over and give me a bit of time to do it.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi unstraps the naginata and hands it to Katachan, looking pretty obviously excited. This is gonna be great.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Katachan took both of the blades over to a work table and begun to slowly and carefully carve in each of the required runes that he wanted for the weapons. It was time consuming and she had to literally stop mid-process sometimes just to tilt her head at what he written and consider what enchantment he actually meant. The process would possibly take at least a few hours and completely drain her of her mana at the time, but once she was done she presented the weapons to Hitoshi.* \"The enchantments have a standard flat rate required by law, but the sword I made can be just simply be fifty silver if you have it.\"\n\n```Used 25 mana for enchantments 0/25 remaining```" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Fifty silver!? Holy shit, what a discount! Now, Hitoshi isn't going to just... Deny a good discount, of course not, but he thinks that even the base weapon is worth more than that.\n\nNot that he's going to say anything about it. Good deal's a good deal.*" }, { "author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa", "message": "\"Okay... And I think it's 45 gold for the enchantments.\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Katachan nodded and laid the weapons down on a table for him.* \"So your total will be fifty-five gold and fifty silver.\" *She nodded to herself, it seemed like a fair enough price and she was probably going to put the gold toward her own forge afterwords.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*...Ah. Of course there's a catch. That... Is more than Hitoshi even had on his person. He wonders if he'd be allowed to pay monthly rather than a lump sum. After all, it isn't like he could weasel out of it. He's part of the New Sunlight. So if he was to try and weasel out of the payment, he'd likely be tracked down and arrested, and his membership would be revoked. Maybe.\n\nHitoshi sighs upon hearing the price and taps his fingers on his elbows.*" }, { "author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa", "message": "\"Uhh... Sorry, uhh... Can I pay this per month?\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"I apologize, but, enchantments are required to be paid up front due to the laws set on them. It's more or so the fact it's increasing a weapon beyond it's normal measure and the local authorities would rather they be accounted for and be properly handled. But, for the sword itself, I'll give it to you for free, just remember to come back by once and a while and bring some friends too next time.\" *Katachan didn't want to break his heart, but the laws are what they are.*\n\n\"If you can't afford to pay off the enchantments then I would have to destroy the weapons or deposit them until you can come up with the money in sum.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hitoshi looks a bit disappointed, but nods his head. It's understandable that she doesn't want him to pay monthly, and the law's the law.\n\nHe's okay with destroying the blade, but his Naginata is capable of being paid for. Only 7.5 gold for those enchantments, and whatever asking prices she had.*" }, { "author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa", "message": "\"How much for just the Naginata?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele would eventually return to her home at that time sore from her wounds and still having some burns that were still in their natural state of healing causing a bit more pain. Her clothes would had already been ruined, but nonetheless they covered her for the time being enough to remain decent. She'd step through the door with a bit of a relief.* \"Theron! I'm home! I got us some more gold to build up that tavern I was talking about!\"\n\n*She stood for a minute, waiting to hear a reply... And then continued to walk in when she heard nothing, going to the kitchen, living room, and then upstairs finally to his room looking for him. She had just assumed he was out and about in the town or on one of his own quests, which meant some gold for her too if he succeeded which... Made her happy in a way, a rare emotion for her to feel, but theron was like a brother to her and did always do her right. When she entered his room and noticed some belongings were gone her heart dropped... Her eyes somewhat lighting up with color...*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Next to the bed was a note and pen, hastily made... Yet untouched for quite some time.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"No... No, no, no, no!\" *Her voice was actually audible distressed as she went over to the note, frighteningly grabbing it and starting to read over it with all her focus. She was hoping it was all just a mistake or a note letting her know that he was just out on a quest or something.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "The letter would contain the words...\n \"Syele. I apologize for leaving you alone in this situation... But i could not find you and you weren't returning home soon enough. I have caused you more trouble than I should have, so I implore you to leave behind the farm and travel to Kal. Assassins have possibly come to kill or capture us, due to my mistakes in not being careful enough... Forgive me. You may keep the gold deposit to help buy yourself safety, as well as take half my gold once we regroup. It is a small price to pay. Journey to Kal and tell my parents that you are a friend of mine that has been dragged into terrible circumstances, and they will help keep you safe. My father is in the military and has good standing with his nobleman, it should be the best option.\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele started to cry, actually shed tears, whimpering and sniffling... She was alone and allowed to do that. Her crying was to that of a young child who had been serious hurt, she could only break down and hit the wooden floor out of her own control. She didn't understand what he meant by assassins or what he meant by letting things get out of hand. For matter of the fact, she didn't care... He couldn't even wait longer for her... She felt betrayed, she had no family again and her only friend she felt she truly had took off without even a clue to where he was...*\n\n*The pain literally started to overwhelm her as she started to beat her head across the wooden floor with a crimson red pool of blood occurring across it. She needed her friend, she was in pain and alone, but just like the rest of her life she had no comfort and no one to be there for her. In truth, that was why she wanted to die at the same time, she grew tired of being alone and thought for one moment that she actually had family and that Theron cared about her. Yes, she was greedy and used him, but still... In her angry she got back up and forced herself down the stairs with the blood clouding her vision...*\n\n*She'd lock the doors, the windows, and eventually retired to her own room sobbing quietly to herself. She'd also light the fireplace... Burning the letter wholly and then removed her remaining burned garments and simply went to bed to take her misery in whole with blood tainting her pillow as she slowly passed out.*\n\n*Syele would had awoken sometime in the day after returning home with her natural healing dealing with some more of the injuries from the previous quest. In the meantime, she stumbled all the way down to her workshop and took out some excessive material from her sheep she had in storage and begun working on a new set of clothes until she could find the time to actually go out and buy some new ones. For the time being, she kept a blanket over her and had the fireplaces kit to provide warmth until she was done.*\n\n*Once she was finished making some basic garments she went out to the well gathering up a bucket of water. Afterwords, she'd heat up and took a rag to clean herself off from any remaining stains of blood on her body and the wounds in particular with some opening for a brief time until clotting some moments later. When everything was said and done, she got prepared to head out for the day, but not before looking into the mirror and examining some of the still healing burns across her face along with the damage to her ears. She could only sigh for the time being and left out the door while locking it on the way out.*" } ]

[ { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Erin would walk the street, having been given some details about the different streets and districts. She had went and told the Katachan that she was apart of the blacksmithing clan of the family, since it seemed extremely important for her to know what she was dealing with... Safer to be apart of their side, she guessed.*\n\n\"Where to go... This place is way too big to just explore while looking for a single person. Wonder where she could be?\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele would be walking down the city street around that time with her arm having a bit of fresh scar tissue after getting cut down to the bone by a sword. If it wasn't for her magic then the damage would had been more severe, additionally, she still had a bit of blood on her mouth after ripping out a guard's throat during the operation. It wasn't the most pretty way of killing someone, but at least it got the job done in her eyes. 'Now, onto some some business... I suppose... I'll need to work on adding onto the house and extending the foundation with some addition rooms.' She thought to herself while slightly pumping shoulders with Erin as she went.*\n\n*If the oriate had decent eye sight they would notice Syele's rough state, but also that they had very common similarities to the average member of the Husen merchant clan. Grayish to white hair and a small body frame with a rather... Depressed look constantly visible on their face.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Erin would get a bit uppity about being bumped into by some random stranger... Don't they have eyes?! She begun following Syele and slowly noticed the different traits... And the blood? This was probably someone she should be avoiding.*\n\n*Then again, if this kemonomimi was becoming rabid or taking snaps at passersby, she could get some gold for handing her in. Quite the good day, to be sure! She would poke the girl's shoulder while speaking:*\n\n\"Hey, what're you doing? You bumped into me and have blood all over you, did you just finish biting something?\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele calmly turned around to face Erin, she would almost immediately notice the similarities that the two had, but for the moment she rubbed it off to address her question.* \"Me? Getting off from a bit of a quest and heading home, I do... Apologizes for bumping into you, but I also tore out someone's throat with my canines if you're so interested into the matter... Miss... Well, I suppose I would have to exchange my name firstly, it's Syele Husen.\"\n\n*She stated flatly while continuing to look her over for the time being with a sharp yet dull look with her eyes mirroring it almost exactly.* \"Would you by chance be looking for a place to stay?\" *She spoke out with an equal tone and simply stood there quietly with the blood still covering her for the time being.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Another-?!...\"\n\n*Erin sighed. This was quite the coincidence... But could possibly be the girl she was looking for. As she rubbed her chin, she felt like she remembered this Syele's face but not quite as it was before her now. Maybe it was because of the blood all over her mouth, but that shouldn't be too big of a concern.*\n\n*What she should be worried about was the fact she just admitted to biting someone! Well, tearing their throat out, as she put it... Disgusting. Syele was not rabid however, since she should have just started biting her by now or something. To call the guards or to not... That was the question.*\n\n\"You could... Uhm... At least wipe the blood off of your face. I feel like you're familiar however, and it's possibly because we share the same clan. My name is Erin Husen! Currently I could use a place to stay, sure... Out of the kindness in your heart?\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"Would I truly be a merchant of house Husen if it was out of the kindness of my heart?\" *She stated plainly while trying to wipe a bit more of the blood away from her mouth with her sleeve. The girl was familiar and even the name more so.* \"Ah, Erin, third cousin... Or was it a second cousin? I don't quite remember much of the last time we met since it was simply a merchant meeting between our fathers... But last I did hear that your family had a nasty incident with some of their own guards... What a tragedy.\"\n\n*She stated without a hint of emotion to her words, the cold glare would continued for a moment and then she spoke out.* \"It'll be ten gold deposit and a fifty silver a month rent... It's the previous agreement I had with the last tenant before he up and ran away along with a twenty-fifty percent cut if you happen to find a job. If you got a counter offer then I am more pleased to hear it.\" *Her voice didn't display much, either their her face, which was a rather common trait to some of the merchant Husen's as they grew older.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"That is true. Most of us do end up having tragedies dropped onto us by some twisted fate... Which is why we have to stick together when we can! Ten gold deposit, 150 silver a month, I keep one hundred percent of what I make. If you need anything from me, you can rely on your sister-cousin-member... Without interest!\"\n\n*She gave her a little boop on the nose once she finished, then kept her hand down to shake. She smiled rather warmly, at least that small headache was figured out. This Syele seemed rather... More dead on the outside, than the younger one. I guess having your family sold into slavery does that to someone?... That would explain why she knew her name, of course. Outsmarted her family, she remembered her father slamming her shut in her room after that entire fiasco.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"Ever speak so warmly toward me again like that without actually meaning it and I'll shatter your jaw across the cold hard ground. Anyways, I can accept to those terms, but a secondary agreement is that if you do leave my home then you will be reported a criminal who made off with some precious items belonging to me during your stay. I disfavor those who just simply leave me without a chance to explain to me face to face as to why.\"\n\n*Syele had stopped herself from punching Erin across the face due to the fact that it was rare for an Husen to show real sympathy, let alone to another of the family. The entire merchant half was built upon bitter rivalry and cold hard lies to out do each other, the only mere reason they met every now and again was to made sure everyone was still alive and that the family tree hadn't suddenly got yanked out of the dirt because one of the members screwed the poach for the rest of it.*\n\n\"Regardless, I could also cut the deposit in half if you wish to work it off instead of paying it in full. Meaning you'll just be doing some simple home labors and assisting me in minor things that require little risk of life. I'll offer a rate of one gold per month for service and thus leaving you to only actually pay me five for a deposit and I'll also knock off the rent if you agree to an additional five months of labor to see it through.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "***Well then***...*Not quite the response she was waiting to hear from another family member. She had heard and seen that this was how family members were supposed to speak to each other, but apparently this just drew out a giant threat. Maybe she was better off with the blacksmithing girl... But while she was offering a home, she might as well take it. Just don't speak about being good sisters?*\n\n\"... Well, I suppose that this should be done correctly... Although I don't see the point as to potentially report me as a criminal...\"\n\n*Was she robbed from before...? What the hell did the last person staying with her do?*\n\n\"I will however accept the cut in the deposit. Paying five gold to work off the rest of the five gold seems the most fair out of it all... And not having rent sounds good, so I'll go ahead and agree to the five months of labor... But keep it fair, you wouldn't like to be worked like a slave, now would you?\"\n\n*This girl was really trying to work her like a horse, wasn't she?... But Erin could somewhat connect the dots. She hates people who leave her out of the blue, she'll report her as a criminal if she does the same, and she's making it a lot easier to stay if she chooses to just work off the debts. She could have just said that she was lonely... And not become so aggressive at the beginning.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele simply nodded as she felt that all the terms that needed be met were properly arranged around that that point. She considered that having an extra hand out at the home would be a good thing and she could actually ask her to do more than she considered asking of Theron... Like taking care of the livestock, cooking dinner, preparing her bed... The thoughts just rolled on without a stopping point until Syele realized she basically hired a house wife...*\n\n\"Well, we'll be returning to the home now and setting up the an arrangement. Additionally, I'll be planning to hire some carpenters and masons in a few days to add onto the home, so don't become too comfortable we might have to gut some of the interior open to allow the expansion to be made more easily... Or I might just see if I could get just a pre-built section moved onto the foundation and connected in that manner, but nonetheless expect some work to be done during your stay.\"\n\n*With that out of the way, Syele would start walking until the two would reach a more rural area of Salvainia where a fairly decorated two story home would be waiting. She would unlock the door and head inside while taking off her boots at the door and hopefully expected Erin to do the same.* \"You'll be up stairs by my room to meet with the standards of the five month living contract if you don't have any extra clothing or food then I'll be providing that as well for the time being... But do be mindful that I might require you wear a more specific attire during work hours.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Specific attire? Could you be a bit more... Well, specific with that? I'm not quite sure how that would work out, but I do have this armor and some normal clothing.\"\n\n*Erin was intrigued by the notion of having to wear a specific thing during work, like how she used to wear the shop's uniform when she watched her father haggle with people. Adventurers would sometimes try to get magic items for less than they were worth... But the joke was on them! They were always over-priced!*\n\n\"You said something about the home being renovated as well... So we will be living while workers go about and build onto the home? Sounds rather risque... To have strangers walking about...\"\n\n*She was a bit worried about that prospect... Since she had some rather bad experiences with people just walking about her home uninvited.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"If I chose to have the section added on then we should have no issues dealing with the workers since our section of the home will remained locked for the time being. Additionally, as for the attire it might just be something simple like a maid uniform or something more professional looking for someone such as yourself.\" *Syele nodded on the topic and continued to the kitchen where she prepared her typical wash tube and went back into the living room while wiping her face off.*\n\n\"Care to light the stoves throughout the house? It is still winter and I would rather not freeze to death in my own home.\" *She stated while lighting the fireplace in the living room on her own and then returned back to removing her excessive wool garments and going down to a tunic and her trousers for the time being.* \"If you need anything else by the way, just bring it up while you light the fires, I can hear most things from here so don't worry about me not catching what you're saying.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Erin would begin the rather trivial act of going around every room to light fires. To just help her get back to Syele and ask about the maid uniform, she would use some of her lightning magic to light sparks for the fireplaces to be set extremely quick.*\n\n*Once she got to one of the rooms, she'd see ~~if syele didn't sell it all~~ quite a lot of stuff. Some boxes with arrows, caltrops, and even a bunch of nick-knacks poking out form under the bed! She didn't mention anyone else still living with her... Was this her room?*\n\n\"Syele...! What's all this stuff you have in here? Do you use a bow? Can I see you using one! It looks pretty hard but I think it'd be good to learn!\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele would eventually stand up and walk up the stairs reaching Theron's old room with a rather depressed look on her face. She'd simply brush it off and mumble slightly.* \"It was my old tenants room, he took off in a hurry after getting into some trouble with the law. I had higher hopes for him then for him to just straight off abandon me like he did, the only thing he left was letter saying he was in danger and something about going to his family for safety. But, the thing is I've seen no such danger and I honestly believe his just possibly a rogue trying to bait me in since I carry most of my coin on me...\"\n\n*Syele looked to all the items that theron had left behind including the arrows, she wasn't much for the bow, but a crossbow she could do with using quite easily. It had already been in her consideration to buy one, but she didn't quite have the time yet to look into it since she would likely want an enchanted one to start off with.* \"Anyways, the items in here are yours to take if you wish... But if not just keep them where they are and you can use the other room to the left of mine.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Hm... Okay. I'm gonna stay in this room, though. Some neat stuff in this box, and since he's gone he wouldn't know I'm messing with it~... Which reminds me. What were you talking about, the whole uh, maid uniforms... Thing.\"\n\n*Erin sat down on the bed, bringing up the box that was poking out from under it. There were quite a lot of random stuff in here, along with half a scarf! This guy must've been making one, with these needles and ball of yarn. A shame he'd left all this stuff behind... Must have been really desperate.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"It'll just be a formal uniform to wear during merchant meetings... If I ever have one. It seems that merchants don't get the type of business that they use to nowadays. Most of the market has been drove to adventurers and making sure they stay well equipped and in good shape, hell I haven't even seen too many merchant guilds since I came here to Salvainia.\"\n\n*Syele yelled out while continuing to clean the blood off them with the rag and double check the wound that she took to her arm to make sure that it was still in proper working order. It was difficult to take such wounds, but at this point she was building up a scar collection.* \"Secondly, we should also discuss going on some quests together since that seems to be the main way anyone makes money in this part of the world.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"Yeah, I've seen a bunch of people going out to do random things for people. Finding horses, stabbing some guys, even stabbing dead guys!... *How do you kill something that's already-*... Well, I dunno.\"\n\n*Erin would shrug to herself, as she then looked back to Syele. The girl would be holding the half-finished scarf and wrap it around her neck and tied it like a bow. She was now wearing a orange bow of cloth! ~~+2 cute stat~~*\n\n\"We can do quests together though! It'd be fun for us to go out and do stuff. I also need to save money for things, to help carry on the shop my family lost... Maybe buy a house close to here, in a year or so. Having too much silver would be a pain.\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele would blink a few times at Erin, 'This girl is no blood of mine, there's no way in the seven hells that she is.' she thought to herself for the time being. Before putting her coat back over and buttoning it slowly.* \"I honestly could help you with the house and shop sooner if you wish. It'd just be adding a few more months of debt ontop... And I would just also prefer to have it connected to my already existing home so we can have that arrangement for a bit longer.\"\n\n*Syele stated flatly and coughed a bit into a rag with a visible red appearing on it. She'd wipe off the blood that came with it from her mouth and sat back down for the time being.* \"Apologizes, I was caught in a bad fire and even got burnt myself a few times. I should be fine here in a few days after some more healing.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"I'm gonna work for the shop myself since it's, ya know... My shop! I'll be here for quite some time though, so it's okay. I'll slap it somewhere down the road maybe, because I don't wanna annoy you with how popular it'll be!... *Maybe*.\"\n\n*Erin laid down on her side, against the bed. Today was quite the day... She gets a place to sleep, someone to call family, and gets to keep walking around and doing what she wants! As long as this room doesn't get locked, it'll be fine. As long as she doesn't keep her trapped here, it'll be fine. As long as she doesn't start repeating what `they` did, it'll be fine.*\n\n\"... Oh wait, I remembered! Does that mean you can't do much for a bit? I can do some stuff by myself if you want. I haven't done too much, so I could try a quest by myself... Didn't pay too much attention to jobs cause of the gold I had laying around.\"\n\n*She smiled to herself, maybe she could go get some food from the Inn or market! She hasn't quite been to the most popular ones... She doesn't know where they are! Could be fun.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele was rather concerned with the girl, she was nothing like what she expected but then again she was always the shut in from what she remembered from the Husen meetings. Kind of a 'reserved for marriage' type deal which was meant for her role if her father hadn't damaged her so terribly in his discipline, but life would be what it is regardless in her thoughts.* \"No, that is quite fine, I'm so helpless as to say I can't handle myself in some situations... As further regard to quests I suppose we can go on one shortly if you believe yourself to be too short on coin right now.\"\n\n*Syele would stop for a moment and looked up at Erin calmly.* \"But I do have a question of you, Erin, were you just a marriage piece to your family? It doesn't seem like you were involved much in any type of merchant work that often times turns an Husen cold. I honestly expected someone cold and cruel when I brought here, but you've turned out to be quite the opposite thus far.\"\n\n*She'd lightly bite the bottom of her lip around that time in a curious manner as to the value of Erin, the young lady could probably fetch a decent price to some merchant with her personality.* \"Because I must say, it's rather attractive for such qualities for a lady such as yourself to be so gentle yet not as far to say you are naive with it. I'd even go far as to say you would be a good suit for one of the local merchant families or a lower end noble.\" *The oriate would then stand up.* \"But anyways, I suppose we could prepare some supper for the time being... Is there anything in particular that you like?\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"I can't really cook... But uhm... I can make a good black steak! The taste is kinda weird, but you get used to it.\"\n\n*She nodded to herself, after sitting back up on the bed once Syele finished speaking.*\n\n\"However, I don't really like talking about before... Shut in a room for practically years, sometimes being let out to just be shown off... Then back in to start investigating magic again and how to learn different enchantments, make your own, discover what's on them, what's their limits, what's their breaking point, what happens when they break, what they do when the pieces break from the entire thing breaking, does the enchantment still work, can you take it all back and put it on another thing, can you... Sorry I'm rambling.\"\n\n*She practically blanked out for a bit, staring dead into the floor while prattling off about the work she did. Her ears would lower as she likely begun to remember some saddening things... So she looked up again to Syele.*\n\n\"L-let's go make black steak. You spin it in the fire really fast till it's all black and brown!\"\n\n*She then got up to follow Syele.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "\"No.\" *Syele stated plainly to her offer of 'black steak', she knew the poor girl was just referring to literal burnt steak and for the further of the fact, she doesn't even stock steak to begin... All she has is mutton and she knew damn well how to cook a decent piece of mutton rather then burning it to a piece of crisp. Cooking was a careful process that no one should just butcher, she thought.* \"We will not be having black steak... Never will I let a piece of burned food touch my mouth, I already cannot taste food but I'll be damned if I'll be eating like a peasant.\"\n\n*She stated flatly and then literally grabbed Erin by the arm and marched her down to the kitchen where she'd have her sit down at the small table meant for just four people.* \"Wait here... I'll go see if I got any salted mutton from my sheep.\" *She spoke out and went outside with some... Saddening blahs could be heard and a violent slicing noise... Followed with some more splatters and dripping as Syele literally butchers one of her sheep.*\n\n*She'd then bring in some slabs of meat and put it down over her fire stove and lit the wood underneath while adding it onto a large metal pan and tossed in various ground spices onto it as well.* \"It'll take a while to cook but pay it no mind, we'll just chat until it's done.\" *The oriate would have a little bit of blood on her coat, but she quietly took it off and sat it to the side.* \"But furthermore, what I was suggesting if that you possibly find a suitor to marry and I could be... Well your representative or guardian in the matter since as I said, you got some good qualities that many merchants and nobles desire in a woman.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "\"You're too nice, Syele. You have a lot nicer qualities though... Like having a house! Being able to cook is also really nice, not to mention all the trading you know how to do!\"\n\n*She was lightly slapping the table while speaking, her tail slowly wagging as she went on.*\n\n\"Haven't you thought about it?... You could make a lot more money with it! Just act dumb and cute, have your husband act disappointed with you! Then you just act like you lowered the over-priced stuff and they buy it off of you instead...! That's how my parents did it!\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele just simply frowned at her statement and shook her head as the meat continued to sizzle on the pan, she'd flip it over often making sure each side was cooked evenly while masking it with more of the spices... Basic things such as salt, pepper, and maybe something else that she had forgotten the name for that added a rather sweet taste to it.* \"To be frank, I have no appeal that anyone would find attractive and for the matter of the fact my body has taken so many scars that they would think me a blade-whore then a merchant who makes an honest living.\"\n\n*She'd then slide over a fair slab of the meat onto a plate with a fork and knife at the ready as she laid it gently in front of Erin.* \"I would typically have some side dishes prepared but seeing as you've clearly never had real food I believe this will do for your first bit of eating. Secondly to the matter, must men I have found that I have a disfavor toward... They're either too rash with their own lives or too harsh toward others. I believe that is the cruelty of the world in it's own right, they have been made to believe that harshness and a cold hand is how they should solve all problems that confront them.\"\n\n*Her ears flicked slightly at the notion and her voice went soft.* \"So why, I must ask, do you think I would give my heart that has already bled and been torn to shreds to something as trivial to be wounded yet again? Let's be frank too, your parents relationships was all for show just as mine was, that's been most marriages for the Husen family. A submissive wife who acts the part and the man who reels the noose that controls the decisions.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Erin laid her arm against the table, leaning into her hand as Syele spoke rather self-deprecatingly. Quite the problem was here... Some people can't really let go of things quite often, but it wasn't like she herself was above that.*\n\n\"Why do we have to have the same relationships our parents had? They're gone, so we can do what we want now... And we already know how such things end, so why not take a step in a new direction?\n\n*She'd then straighten up again, both arms on the table after she set down the food.*\n\n\"Besides, you don't look like your heart was shredded... You're still alive and stunning~! People would have to be stupid to pass up a lady with wealth behind her. Plus~, experience is the only reason we're still here to enjoy some good food!\"\n\n*She'd take some pokes at the mutton... Hot! Have to use the knife and fork! She then spoke while having a bite of food in her mouth, which she was enjoying, as her tail wagged faster*\n\n\"Yoou cahn leahrn from things as lohng they dohn't kill you! Juhst gib peeple... ***Swallows food***... You trust, a chance to earn your love........ And be equals, of course!\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele would grab a mug in a rather dramatic manner as she drink some fresh water from it and looked over at Erin intently around that time. She'd then set it down calmly and spoke out again.* \"That's my point, we don't have to, so why I should we? I honestly hope to find some nice wench down on her luck and just marry them instead. I mean, it'll be better then dealing with a literal mule constantly nagging away at me.\"\n\n*Syele stated plainly and continued to take small sips from her mug until finally she took a bite from her mutton with a sicken look on her face enough to the point she went over to the corner and spat it out. She'd then come back with a piece of bread and started to take small nibbles out of it while she pushed her plate over to Erin.* \"Eat that for me, I can't stand the taste.\" *Her voice was rather miserable with the fact and she only sank down into her chair.*\n\n\"Besides, why marry someone who would have everything? It'd be even more appealing for me to go after someone born from nothing and has very little happiness in their life to begin with. It's really the only way to make a person like me shine in any regard, I'm dull, cold, and rather... How to put it... Emotionless.\" *Her monotone voice continued to stream out each word with a dull color forming in her brown eyes.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Erin wouldn't quite get why Syele found her own food disgusting... It was pretty good. That dampened her mood a bit, but she kept eating. Might as well not let it go to waste!*\n\n\"It's easy to tear yourself apart, because it's usually the person themselves not realizing what they can appreciate. Why not work on something about yourself if you know it won't work? Of course, don't force yourself to be what you dislike... But change isn't always bad.\"\n\n*Erin had already devoured the mutton on her own plate, and was about a quarter of the way through Syele's. Quite the appetite. She swallowed down another chunk before speaking again...*\n\n\"As well, why insist on always speaking ill of yourself? You've worked hard for all of that you got now! You were kind enough to give me a place to stay, cooked for me too when you said I should be the one doing it... ***Munch munch***... You're just too hard on yourself.\"" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele would suddenly reach over the table and lightly pet Erin across the head calmly.* \"I've never tear myself apart, I've had others to do that for me since I was little. I mean my mother spatted her insults the first time I disobey my father and my father handle out his punishments and as for my siblings they just watched or even helped in some ways. Then came the strangers and their treatments... Even when I gave up my family to slavers I was still beaten down by the world trying to crawl my way up to where I am now.\"\n\n*Her eyes would be staring into Erin's with a bleak shade of brown hinting that her feelings around that time were pretty much gone.* \"I am... Sorry that you take my actions as graceful kindness, but that is little from the truth. I had originally hoped to just have kept you as a worker and see you through hell by my own hands. But, honestly, now that I see how you are as a person I couldn't bring myself to hurl my wrath onto you... Because frankly, I don't see you as a cruel Husen...\"\n\n*Her hand would then massage a soft spot inside her ear rather greedily and her face expressed little enjoyment from it.* \"But also as to the fact to why I'm so hard on myself? I don't know, maybe I think it's the only way to make something of myself and escape the past. Maybe in my own mind I never escaped the deserved punishment and I only want to bleed more for what I did... You never forget the looks on people's faces when you destroy their lives, Erin.\" *She muttered the last part rather concerningly and only then moved seats and brought Erin in closer as she continued to groom her ears.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Slowly Erin's expression changed throughout Syele's rather questionable speech. She felt rather awkward when she went into detail about her abuse at the hands of her family... Which she understood and thanked her parents for just ignoring her... Even if the room was displeasing.*\n\n*Then she begun to get confused. She sort of expected the labor she was going to be doing would be embarrassing or difficult, but it was unexpected she'd actually take pity on her. Syele probably didn't realize she was being kind in the same rant about how she isn't kind... Poor girl.*\n\n*Then she visibly raised her brow for a second, before returning neutral. Why feel bad about punishing bad people? Erin didn't feel bad. Did most people worry about that kind of stuff? Probably... Syele was more knowledgeable about those things, she guessed.*\n\n\"... Well. That wasn't the table talk I was expecting... ***Sigh***... Can I finish the sheepy meat later? It doesn't matter if it's cold, I can just wash the rest of the stuff then come back to it!\"\n\n*Erin would get out of the chair as she spoke about washing the utensils and plates.*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele would suddenly fall over as Erin went out of reach from her hands that were petting her ears. The oriate was motionlessly as telling about her own traumas and the stresses she faced even to that point was too much for her. It was just like when she almost burned alive, too much and too fast, she had blacked out on the spot with a bit of blood leaking from an old head wound that hadn't completely healed.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Erin would stand there while staring down at her, the red of her eyes growing eerie as a few sparks flew off her. Quite the problem if she died, since she isn't quite sure if she could pass herself as \"Next of kin\" To inherit this home... And this is a good home, too. Although she's somewhat of a bad person, there is the potential there for Syele to be a good sister... Would be nice to have one of those. She would have to stop insisting on being scarier than she is, of course.*\n\n*After staring down at her for a minute or two in pure silence, Erin nodded to herself and picked the poor girl up. Little Syele, she seemed much lighter than she should be... Probably because of her distaste for good food. Wonder what happened to her for that to be a thing... Maybe when she figured out how to enchant flesh, it could be fixed? Better to focus on making her into a good sister for now, who's nice and kind to her. Family is family, after all... And Syele still had a chance to be apart of her family!*\n\n*Erin would then walk Syele outside and ask a patrolling guardsman about any healers in the area. The guard was rather skeptical of her in the first place, but why would she beat a girl to near death and take her to them? Once at the healer, Erin would purchase the three gold operation out of her own wallet. She hoped this was worth it, because she'd like to have a cute sister.*\n\n*The healer did his thing, casting a few different spells for the wounds Erin described to him. He of course detected the internal ones, which of course costed her one extra gold... But she had enough, anyways. If Syele awoke she'd find herself back in bed, the sun having nearly set fully... Quite dark, if not for the fires being lit and a few extra candles/torches placed about having been also lit.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*Down a popular road, a small 2 storey cottage would sit. It was pretty! Having a wooden and stone structure with the sign \"The Wine Priestess!\" Interesting name. Under those words, there'd be the symbol of wine and cheese. \n\nIt seemed to be popular with the locals, having people enter and exit with baskets of cheese. Some comments would be passed around about a small kitsune... Interesting. \n\nEnough exposition. Let's see what Emiko is up to!*\n\n\"Welcome to my humble shop! I'm Emiko, the Wine Priestess! Would you like to look at my wares?\"\n\n*It was literally her house. She was standing on a stool as she was trying to reach a high barrel of wine for... A small sip. She looked pretty young, she can't be over 200! Her tail was extremely fwoofy and wavvy*" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "Erina blinked, and looked at her. \"Hello.\" She said, bowing her head faintly, and politely. \"I'm Erina, Erina Kasaviri.\" She said, walking over with a small smile. She found Emiko to be a rather adorable creature, and her smile grew more. \"What do you have for sale?\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"Well, he have some of Emiko's Special Wine here! The most expensive of which, being holy wine and aged for 50-100 years, would cost ya 10 silver! But the cheaper range, aged for at least a month to a year will be 15 copper! We also have some aged soft cheeses, one of them being my own Creation! You can have samples if you'd like!\"\n\n*She said, taking out a small wooden cup and... Stepping down from her stool. Short girl, but she seemed hard working!*" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "She'd smile, and nodded. \"A sample would be nice.\" She said. \"You seem to have a nice place going on here.\" She said, proudly." }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"I hope I do! Please wait for a moment!!\"\n\n*She said, pouring a small amount of the wine into the cup... At least the one labelled 1 year. It had a nice fruity flavour! A classic grape flavour. Some interesting properties would be it's colour, being purple, and having some golden specks in some places and other! \n\nShe then opened a roll of cheese, taking a slice. It was a very wet cheese, the whey practically dripping from it. It was very smooth, having an obvious tangy flavour \n\nThese two things would be handed to the woman, one of them being on a tiny coaster! (Cheese)*\n\n\"Please enjoyyyy!\"" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "Erina would sigh softly, taking a moment to smell the wine and cheese, sighing softly. \"Smells wonderful.\" She said, and took a bite of the cheese, relaxing happily. \"It takes quite delicious!\" She said, kindly, and took a sip of the wine, relaxing faintly, as she tasted the flavor." }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"Glad you enjoyed them. Will you be buying anything today or maybe another day?\"\n\n*She asked excitedly. Customer! Maybe she should also become a restaurant... But workers are expensive... She'll need money if she wants a family. She hasn't seen any Kitsunes though... Such a small amount of them*" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "She'd smile, and thought, nodding faintly. \"I'd be okay with buying some today.\" She said, nodding with a smile. She'd tilt her head faintly, smiling more." }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"What would it be?\"\n\n*She asked, taking out her inventory sheet! She wondered what this new commer will buy... Maybe her wine? Or the cheese!*" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "She thought. \"I'll take two bottles of wine, and some cheese.\" She said, grinning." }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"I'm going to assume you want two lower range wines! That'd bring your total to... 3 silver and 30 copper! I'll be back with the bottles and such\"\n\n*She said, scampering off to the top floor... Some random noises. Sounds like bottle noises... She then came running down, opening the valve of a barrel to fill the bottle up. Of course, not before tasting it to make sure it's up to standards! \n\nThe cheese was pretty easy. She already had them in circles, covered in a hard rind!*" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "She'd wait, digging out the three silver and 30 copper from her coinpurse, thinking faintly as she relaxed, stretching faintly, before she added an extra silver as a tip." }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*She happily returned with... A not so permanent thatching basket. Pretty cheap. But it did its job. Inside were two flasks of 1 year wine, being a litre each, and of course, a 6 inch roll of cheese! \n\nShe counted up the money, realising to herself... The woman overpaid. Like the person she was, she discreetly attempted to place the excess silver into the basket, handing it to Erina*\n\n\"Have a nice day!!!\"" }, { "author": "cidrod", "message": "Erina smiled faintly, and didn't notice, bowing her head. \"You as well.\" She said, heading to leave, with her cheese and wine." } ]

[ { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*It'd be quite bright in the day, people are walking down the road to... Do their everyday thing. Though, everyday thing is quite vague. Some may be around to just buy some food... Or trade livestock... Or just be troublemakers! Whatever is considered normal to them. On the other hand, Emiko was doing something completely different! She was... Driving someone home to her shop. Someone her parents bought without... Well, her knowing. She thought her parents knew that slavery was something she hated. She wasn't too happy. She is probably going to... Let her be free... If she wanted to. \n\nAnyways, the cart was quite nice. It was a nice wooden cart with iron guilded wheels. Sutekina might be chilling inside of the tent Emiko set up hastily. It was somewhat cool inside, the light seeping in from the many holes in the canvas. There are some barrels of wine and some boxes of cheese inside. Cheese Uber? Probably.\n\nShe could probably hear Emiko grumbling to herself about how slavery is such a horrible thing and she wasn't afraid to... Well, terminate the life of any slaver that dared to show their faces to her. Like... When she says Terminate, she means delete them from Drase!*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina would take in her new surroundings with her every smiling face. For the longest time she had hoped to explore more than her parent's house, but this wasn't what she had in mind. It would seem her time had come much earlier than she had expected and was worried that she was not fully prepared to serve her... Lady? She had always been told to train to be a good wife, to cook her husbands means and be a pretty face to relieve his stress, so Sutekina was genuinely confused about this beautiful lady that was driving the cart. Perhaps she was the delivery girl and was taking her to the master's house? Sutekina didn't want to assume though, so she would continue to maintain her appearances as she had bene trained to do.*\n\n*That being said, she was happy to be outside of her 'cage'. The cool air inside the cart was refreshing to Sutekina and the smell of cheese and wine excited her senses. She could tell right away they were of high quality, leading her to believe that the master, whether it be this lady or not, was either wealthy or a skilled artisan. She was glad to be taken into a family that dealt with food as it was one of the few pleasant things that her family allowed her to handle*\n\n*With her keen ears she would hear the lady talking about slavers and terminating them. Was she a slave? She would look at her wrists and feet and shake her head. No, slaves were bounded by chains, or at least that is what she read in books. She was merely a housewife, a piece of property to serve others to the best of her abilities. Perhaps she was to 'terminate' these slavers? She hoped not as she had no combat training whatsoever, and she abhorred violence, but if that was the reason she was taken into this family it would dishonor her family if she didn't do her best to learn. But still, she would hope for the best and continue to sit in silence waiting for the cart to reach their intended destination*" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*It'd be a few moments of silence, Emiko stopping the horse at a nearby stable. It was a long journey from... Well, out of the country and back in. Amiki was definitely thirsty and well... Hungry. She led him to the drinky place and... Took out some food she... Left outside of the tent, but inside the cart. \n\nThere was the sound of clicking... And a creaaak as Emiko opens the door to the back. There was a fweep and Sutekina finally saw the city. They were in a lower levels of the country. Most were Middle class, but she still recognizes them. She does of course, sell lower priced objects!*\n\n\"Hello... Uhhmmm sorry for not introducing myself. I'm Emiko, yours supposed new master. I don't prefer being seen as a master, but rather your friend or sister. Anything is fine with you...\"\n\n*She thought for a moment, patting her clothes. She was wearing her work clothes, not exactly wanting to sweat in any kind of fancy clothing. Good, she had her money!*\n\n\"Are you hungry? It was a long journey so you must have worked up an appetite!\"\n\n*She asked, wanting to... Make it known that she wasn't a master, rather just Emiko... Her new sister? She doesn't know how this works. Are they sisters or are the cousins? Or maybe... Aunt and niece? Emiko doesn't have a husband... So probably not the case*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina would let out a gasp of surprise and awe as this was the first time in her life she had set eyes on a city. There were so many people, so many sounds, so many smells. She cautiously eyes the pretty lady to see if this was a normal occurrence of perhaps some miracle from the heavens to have so many people gathered in one place. Seeing no visible reaction of surprise from her, Sutekina would come to realize that this was infact normal. She had read about cities in books, but her parents told her she needn't worry about it as she would spend most of her time in the house cleaning and cooking.*\n\n*As the lady would turn to face and speak to her, Sutekina would smile pleasantly and bow her head in respect. So her name was Emiko and she was her master. Or rather not her master? Sutekina was slightly confused by this, but did not show it on her face. Confused looks only ruins your face and causes more distress to those who see it. It seemed Emiko wished to treat her as a friend, or even a sister? And it was Sutekina's choice? Was this some sort of test? She had learned from her parents that masters only want subservient housemaids, meaning any of her desires comes below her masters. Perhaps she was trying to confirm the quality of the goods? In that case...*\n\n\"I am very grateful for your kindness, but you need not concern yourself for my desires. If you wish for me to call you friend or even sister then I shall do my upmost duty to do so. I live to serve you now. Your desires are my desires. Same goes for my hunger, you need not waste such high quality goods on me. If you wish for me to starve I shall do so, if you wish for me to eat it shall be done as well.\"\n\n*In honesty, she really did want to eat the cheese and wine. She could easily smell the flavors and how delicious they would be in her mouth. But she is a piece of property, and as such, could not be controlled by the whims of her own desires.*" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"Ahah I do concern myself with your desires. You are a living person of course. Someone why can learn, feel, love, and of course, well... Exist. So my uhh... Desire is for you to know that you are allowed to want things and I'd help you achieve those!\" \n\n*She said, bending over to... Well, open the case. There were smaller rolls of cheese with a smelly rind. They look somewhat hard. Probably aged for a long time! She needed to speak strategically! If she wanted to help her... Be free... She needed to put it into words she'd understand. She'll play master for now... Eventhough she despises it. \n\nOut one goes. She didn't know if there were any good food vendors around. It wouldn't hurt to explore, but she didn't exactly feel very safe here. Thieves could kidnap her! She'll probably make a proper meal for Sutekina... But she isn't sure about her cooking abilities...\n\nShe simply handed the cheese roll to her. It was quite small, being able to fit into her palm! It's embellished with Emiko's logo!*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*A living person she says?... Sutekina felt something stir in hear as Emkio said that, a feeling of she had quenched long ago. She couldn't exactly describe it but was it perhaps hope? Passion? She would quickly attempt to douse out the emotions seeing that she was getting ahead of herself. This could still be part of the test after all, but seeing that her 'desire' is for her to want things, she didn't see any reason to refuse her offering of cheese*\n\n*Thus, she would take the small cheese roll in her hand and giggle slightly at how cute it was. She never had a cheese roll this small before, and it smelled so nice. She would give one last look to Emiko to make sure she wasn't displeasing her in any manner before nibbling into the cheese. As she had expected this was a cheese made with incredible patience and skill. But not to indulge herself like a glutton infront of her master she would fold the rest into a napkin and properly pamper her lips of any remaining tidbits of cheese before bowing once more*\n\n\"Thank you for the meal. I am grateful to be permitted a chance to eat your produce. I hope I can live up to your expectations for such kindness my lady. Is there anything you would wish for me to do for you?\"\n\n*She could allow herself to be the guest here and be fed without service. Even if she wasn't her master, Sutekina had an inbuilt desire to serve others and didn't wish to be a burden to this master who was seemingly much more nicer than she had expected. Perhaps things were finally starting to look up for her... Perhaps she may find freedom in this place*" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"You're completely welcome. You're welcome to... Relieve yourself with some wine here. But only the ones labelled 'Fresh.' I still have to make my money somehow. Uhhh... That's completely all. You can pop out of the tent if you need something. It's still a rather long journey to the house\"\n\n*She said, producing a small wooden cup. Would suck for Sutekina if she was a vampire. Anyways, she poured her a serving of wine, lightly handing it to her like she was taught to hand it to anyone! \n\nIt had a deep purple colour. If Sutekina were to swirl it around, it'd reflect a light golden colour. Of course, this wasn't gold. It was just the holy magic doing it's thing. It had a rich grape flavour, tasting quite fine for being... Fresh.*\n\n\"Sorry if I seem rather rude, but I didn't catch your name. What would it be?\"" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina's mouth would water slightly as she eyed the golden tinted wine. She had never read about a wine like this before. Was this perhaps some sort of godly wine? She would swirl the cup to get a better view of it. Its clearness and bright purple tint was very alluring to Sutekina's keen eyesight and it's swirling sound helped determine its viscosity. She would then sniff the wine with her honed nose to take in it's unique scent. After experiencing the wine with her senses, she would finally relish sipping it slowly, swirling around the liquid insider her mouth so her taste buds may absorb all the flavor. It was rich and sweet, but not overly so. There was some other flavor with it as well that shouldn't put a finger on, though she suspected it was due to the golden tint. After finishing her portion, would bow her head and return the cup. She enjoyed her meal, and for that she was determined to work even harder today for Emiko.*\n\n*Her ears would then prick up upon realizing that she didn't even know her name. A bit surprising considering it should've been on the papers, but perhaps she wished to hear it from her own mouth. Well, she had no reason to refuse considering she was the master*\n\n\"I apologize for my rudeness Lady Emiko. The name it Sutekina Husen. Well... Seeing how I've been sold into your family I suppose it is now Sutekina Yukinoshita, or at least that is what I believe the papers said.\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*She took the cup, placing it on top of the little barrel of fresh wine. Somewhat like an invitation of \"Drink if you require it.\" She took note of what Sutekina said. Seems like this was much much worse than she thought. It'd seem, that her parents bought and practically adopted her. Wait... Adopted! That's a good thing. Emiko can explain this situation! \n\nShe reckons that since she now has their last name... That she is now part of the family and isn't expected to serve them! That's good... Yeeeeeeessss* \n\n\"Tis is fine! No need to call me Lady or anything. Emiko or Emi is completely fine. But uhhh... Y'know, being part of The Yukinoshita Family... That kinda means you don't need to serve us! You're basically a sister to me!\"\n\n*She said, walking towards the entrance. They should get a move on soon! It might turn to night time before they can do anything useful! She still has to open shop! Oh no... She needs to work! Emiko has to work more today*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*A sister? Sutekina would be taken back by this. She was the only female in her family, so she never really got to experience what it was like having a sister. Her brothers were expected to take over her father's business while her purpose as a female was just to look pretty and greet people and someday become a good wife. She didn't have any training on being a sister, but it would seem like La- Emiko wished to be treated that way. She would have rely on the stories she read about sisters, but looking back on them, all the sisters treated one another poorly, always fighting over who was going to marry the prince. From what she could observe from Emiko, she doubted she wanted to be treated in the same manner those sisters did.*\n\n*For now she would have to pick up context clues on how exactly to behave like a sister, and it would seem step 1 and 2 involved not calling her lady and to not serve her. She wasn't sure how to feel about rule 2 as it would seem to invalidate the whole reason she was sold. If she was not meant to serve, then why was so much gold spent to bring her into this family? She wasn't complaining, even the first few hours here have been more enjoyable than the past few years she had been with her hold family, but she didn't want to be cheating people out of their gold.*\n\n*She would walk out of the tent, giving one last glance to the wine, but shaking her head to resist the temptation, before following Emiko towards the entrance. She didn't know what she was suppose to do, but she knew better than to stay in the cart while her mast-sister was doing work.*\n\n\"Em-Emiko. May I ask what should I do as your sister if not serve you. I-I do not wish to be a burden on your family and be a waste of your gold. Can I provide any aid for you wherever you are going?\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"Well, you won't be much of a burden anyways. I'm a working woman and my business is quite profitable. Sisters aren't any different than friends. They can talk to each other about their troubles... Or about gossip... Or even some spicy secrets! But yes, you need not to worry about being a burden. I'm more than happy enough to have someone be around! Being alone in a house is quite lonely, even with the kind of traffic I get.\"\n\n*She said, unlocking the door. It was pretty well lit inside. The sun was seeping into the building very well. There were some barrels of wine and well... A lot of rolls of cheese! It was quite homey inside. \n\nShe motioned for Sutekina to walk in and make herself at home. Following her ritual of well... Entering her own home, Emiko took off her shoes and... Well... Stepped in to... Take a masssssiiiive whiff of alcoholic air. \n\nOther than the... Barrels and boxes of cheese, Emiko's house looked pretty ordinary! There was a table with... Some chairs, a chest to carry her belongings and... Of course, some stairs to the next floor!* \n\n\"Well, welcome to my house! It doubles as where I make and sell my goods. Of course, not everything is work free! It is expected of everyone who lives here to work one way or another. You're a very pretty person, so I'd reckon you'd work well with talking with customers! You'll get a wage of at least... Well, unknown, but I'll see what I can fit with my finances. You don't have to stay here all day, you can leave the house and explore the city\"" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina would make a mental note of all the things Emiko told her. 1) Sisters are like friends, which unfortunately didn't help much as she wasn't allowed to have any. 2) They can talk to each other about their troubles. She didn't wish to burden Emiko with her troubles, but she would be more than happy to listen to hers. That was something she was used to after all, having some of her father's drunk guests tell how terrible their lives were as she stood there to be a pretty looking pillow to wipe their tears on. 3) Gossip or spice secrets. She didn't have much gossip or secrets, but she did feel obligated to tell Emiko any information that she collects or about herself if she so desired, so that should be fairly easy to carry out as well. Lastly, she just had to be around Emiko. It would seem like her she also felt lonely. Sutekina would give herself a pat on the back, pleased that she could satisfy 3/4 requirements of being a sister right off the bat, but was still determined to learn all of them. But she would first need some experience in making friends...*\n\n*At this point they would finally reach the shop and before Emiko evens opens the door Sutekina would be hit by the strong aroma of wine and cheese within the building. She immediately guessed that this was the location where either her servants or she herself carried out the craft. As the door opened she would once more let out an involuntary gasp at the raw number of the cheeses and wine barrels in the room. Did Emiko make these all by herself? How long must it have taken her? As she would step inside she couldn't help but feel like she belonged here. If there was one thing she enjoyed from her time training to be a housewife, it was cooking. She loved food, especially sweet food, and it was clear Emiko's wine was very sweet. She breathed in the heavy alcoholic air and lets out a sigh of euphoria. She could feel herself getting slightly drunk from the air alone, and she loved it*\n\n*She was pleased to here that she would hear that she would be given some work. She wished to work with the brewing and tasting of the food, but understood with her looks it made more business sense to have her greet the customers. She was surprised to be given a wage, as she was bought into the family so she would raise her voice to elevate Emiko's concern*\n\n\"Em-Emiko, it's fine, you don't need to pay me. Your family bought me after all, and you've done more than enough for me. Providing me shelter in this home and the freedom to explore on my own is the greatest reward you can provide me, honestly!\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"Well, being able to explore the world and stay in a house is one thing... But you might feel inclined to buy something. Maybe you smell something tasty out there... Or find something pretty. A wage is good to keep you happy if you decide you desire something. That and... A person at your age might have some suppressed Frivolous desires. You are, of course, a woman!\"\n\n*She said, thinking for a moment. She pulled out two chairs from the table, sitting at one. She pointed to across the table. Doubt they'd get many customers today... But she did get a lot of orders! Seems like she'll have plenty of time to get to know her new sister friend person! \n\nEmiko herself... Sucks at cooking honestly. She wouldn't admit it, but she knows she can't cook well. This is why, she is such a small person! Lack of nutrition is detrimental to your growth. If Sutekina were to look around at... The random barrels and boxes, she'd find paper pasted onto every one of them detailing the... Date it was made and... How it was made. Strangely, the wine all have the same inscription in \"How it was made...\" One word: Magic*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina would simply smile at Emiko's offer for pay. She was technically still her superior despite wanting to be treated as her sister. If she wished to pay her, Sutekina knew better than to try argue. She didn't think she would have many needs, but looking back all her fashionable clothes and ingredients for cooking were provided by her family. Looking around the room and at the label of how the food was made, she would realize that the diversity of life here would probably be more limited than with the Husen's.*\n\n*She would approach the table, bow her head, and then take a seat next to Emiko if she was permitted. It would seem Emiko wished to speak to her? Or at least have her by her side, something Setukina would understand very well.*\n\n\"I suppose I can use your wages to get some better clothing and food to eat. Your wine and cheese is very delicious and rich, and can see how you make a business out of it, but I think one of the pleasures of life is to taste various kinds of food. As your sis-sister let me show you the wonders of cooking if we bring some ingredients next time.\"A" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"I have no wish to dictate how you want to use your money. You earned it anyways. And...\"\n\n*She could probably see Emiko... Practically drool in her head. She heard F O O D and well... She hasn't been eating good food. Her diet usually consists of fish... Cheese.. And wine!* \n\n\"If you'd cook for me, that'd be VERY appreciated. Maybe one day, once we get enough money, we can expand and get a bigger store! Maybe a restaurant... Yessss that sounds good... Fooo-\"\n\n*She stopped herself, clearing her throat. She went a bit... Into the hungry little fox hole again. She... Tends to do that when she sees food. It's somewhat a habit! Apparently, people feel more inclined to give stuff to cute things! She produced a book*\n\n\"But... Sorry for that. I wanted to actually inform you about what you'd be doing around in this establishment! You'll be working as someone who'd... Help me talk to customers! I'm... Not good at that since people tend to see me as a child. It's quite strange. Wouldn't someone like me be seen as a fully capable woman? But anyways, that's beside the point. Your job is to talk to customers and give their orders and demands to me. If they complain, just call to me!\"\n\n*She said, slipping the book towards Sutekina. It looked extremely worn out. Some random papers were hanging out and such. She'd probably need a pen, which Emiko just... Kinda keeps around somewhere. She'd probably need to ask her since Emiko isn't the best at remembering the details* \n\n\"You're welcome to sleep in my room or near the fireplace. Whichever is good enough for you. Warning though, my room tends to be colder than the fire place. I like being able to roll up into a small roll while feeling cool. It's nice on the ears and tail!*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina would nod in acceptance for her job. It certainly seemed simple enough and it tailored to her talents. In a sense she appreciated this suberviant position of having to report to her as she was starting to worry that Emiko would treat her as an equal due to being 'sisters'. She would feel a pang of saddness in her chest as she thought that, but she would quickly quench it out. She already knew deep in her heart that is what she truly desired, but now wasn't the time to let that be known. At the first least she should prove herself to be a good 'sister' before trying to reap the benefits of being one.*\n\n*She would then take Emiko's book and try her best to hide her surprise at how worn out it was. Emiko didn't strike her to be the disorganized type, that much was clear given she had a book, which could only lead her to think about how long has she been using it? Sutekina makes another mental note to perhaps but another book to transfer the records into just incase this one falls apart. She would also notice that there wasn't a pen attached, but with her keen eyesight a quick look around the room in an attempt to find it's location. Alas it would seem there were more things laying about than she had though, proving it to be too difficult to find. She would clear throat*\n\n\"Um, Emiko. It would seem there isn't a pen? Do we perhaps need to buy one next time we are in the market or is it laying around somewhere? As for sleeping quarters, can I... Can I sleep in your room? I think I would enjoy the cooler temperature as well.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"Ah yes pen... Uhhh... I don't exactly use one. I have a stick and... Just... Use wine! It's pretty good at writing so I didn't see the point of using one. I'll be sure to pick one up tomorrow. There tends to be some good quill and ink makers there. And yes, you can sleep in my room. I'll just share the bed! Plenty big enough yes?\"\n\n*She asked, not really expecting an answer. She indeed didn't take much space when she sleeps. She turns into her sub-form, which happened to be a small arctic fox! Cute. She also does all her grooming in that form.\n\nThe book itself seemed to go back at least a hundred or so years. She writes in tiny tiny writing! It's quite neat, being written in almost only cursive. Of course, it had that purple colour! She did indeed use her wine as her ink.*\n\n\"But yes, I'll be sure to pick up some necessities tomorrow. I needed to buy my milk anyways. Very specific with what milk I like! And... Make sure you treat yourself to something sometimes. Working all the time isn't good for your mind or health! And be sure to well, talk to me if there's anything on your mind. I'll be sure to help you the best I can! Though, if it has to do with you fancying a man, I'm not the one to ask\"\n\n*She said, leaning as close as her tiny 5'2 body can go. She whispered to Sutekina*\n\n\"Mostly because I haven't had anyone fancy me for the last... 230 years!\"" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "\"Ah, that's an interesting use of wine that I haven't heard of before! How fascinating!\" \n\n*It would start to be clear that Sutekina was starting to open up a bit more to Emiko given the brighter shine in her eyes. Couldn't blame her though, as this was the for the first time in ages that she was being treated like someone and not something and was experiencing the vast world and its wonders for the first time.*\n\n\"I don't know if the bed is big enough as I haven't seen it, but I can transform into a smaller form if need be and well, you needn't worry about me sleeping too often. I was trained to endure staying awake for many nights in preparation of being a housewife...\" *She would say with a slight blush recalling the things her family had told her about men being wolves and that they might go on for several nights and how it would be rude to fall asleep on them. She couldn't tell if they were just being extreme, but regardless, it at least allowed her to provide an extra 8 hours of service*\n\n\"As for now I don't have much on my mind other than how to best serve this family. Is there anything you need of me tonight? I ca-\"\n\n*As Emiko would bring up boys Sutekina would turn pink again. It wasn't a topic she was familiar with either, though she knew that was her sole purpose previously to be married off to one. She still found it odd that she was sold to a female and one that didn't even desire her in that manner, but she was happy with it to say the least.*\n\n*That being said, Sutekina's eyes would widen in surprise upon hearing Emiko's age. 230 years?! She looked over Emiko's small petite and young body, then at her own body, then back at hers. Sutekina didn't know what to say to that, though she suspected a reason why she didn't have many suitors was because she looked like a child and was lacking in certain 'assets'. But how could that be? She was 18, Emiko was 250. She would just sit there for a bit dumbfounded unsure how to process the information.*" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*She pressed her finger down onto the table like... A mum would! She didn't like the sentence 'endure staying awake for many nights in'*\n\n\"No. You're sleeping every night for at least 6 hours. No less. It is EXTREMELY unhealthy to sleep for less!\"\n\n*She said, sitting back into her chair with a pout. She is a big activist when it comes to personal health and well... Long sleeping times! She herself likes loooong naps and the cold. She doesn't know much about Nekos, but they're probably the same. She knows people who have pet cats and the cats were pretty lazy!* \n\n\"But please don't just focus on serving this family. You can have a balance of your own desires and working with me. There's no one around to make sure you're serving me 24/7!\"\n\n*She said, returning back to her... Well, ordinary voice... Of bubbles and stuff. She was a hyper person. It was true she was lacking in some... Assets. She looked pretty, no doubt, but she was still somewhat crude. She definitely needs to be taught more things about elegance! She can't be seen outside like this! \n\nBut there are other things that cannot exactly be fixed. First of, she was tiny! She could probably be picked up by just about anyone and she would be defenseless, at least to the people who forget she has magic! Second, she was pretty flat. Seemed like she hasn't grown since she was 15! And finally... She acted like a child. This Emiko needs maturity!*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina was still trying to get over the fact that she, an 18 year old, looked older than a 250 year old. Earlier she wasn't exactly sure if Emiko was a kitsune or not, but this pretty much confirmed it as 250 years for any Kemonomimis would have them nearing their death bed. Sutekina also realized despite her longer than normal life span, she would end up with wrinkles and gray hair before Emiko. Sutekina would suddenly feel depressed thinking about such a grim future...*\n\n*Her attention would return to reality though as Emiko berated her about lack of sleep.*\n\n\"Eh? Is that true? Lacking sleep is unhealthy? I've never really felt sick though...\"\n\n*She wasn't sure how to respond as on one hand, she didn't feel any less healthy despite the lack of sleep, but didn't wish to go against Emiko's wishes. Perhaps she could come to a compromise?*\n\n\"I don't believe lack of sleep is detrimental for me. I've honestly gotten used to it and enjoy the extra time I have in being awake. But I will heed your words mas-sister. Would I be permitted to use the extra time for my own desires if you aren't in need for my services? That way I can fully serve you during the day while satisfying my... Desires at night. Will that be alright with you?\"\n\n*She would realize the way she phrased that seemed a bit naughty but it was the most straightforward explanation she could offer. Inside her chest though she would be feeling giddy. She hadn't expected to have this much freedom in her new home, to be able to pursue her own desires. There was so much she wanted to see and do but had forsaken them long ago for her duty. She would of course still put that at higher priority above all else, but if Emiko was allowing her to do what she desired, she wasn't going to be foolish enough to not use it.*" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*She sighed, answering back. She did of course have the ears and... Well the tail to prove her Kitsune-ness. Ultra white and super fluffy! She probably grooms them every day. Her tail's fur is super * \n\n\"If you can handle less sleep, so be it. You can 'satisfy' your desires at night if that's what you want. Can't really force you to do anything. Just sleep everyday. It isn't good to... Sleep every other day! I know this because I always feel broken if I don't sleep my required hours.\" \n\n*She answered. She didn't really want to force her to do anything. She wasn't a master or anything. She was rather a... Well, worker herself! She liked to work. One day she might end up serving a man herself!\n\nShe herself didn't know about Sutekina's race. She didn't really care honestly. Priority 1 - Make sure she sees life as something fun and enjoyable for herself. Priority 2 - Cheese Empire*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina would bow her head respectively, pleased that Emiko had accepted her compromise. However while doing so she would notice Emiko's fluffy white tail. How adorable it was! Sutekina loved adorable things and suddenly had the strongest urge to feel Emiko's tail. It was just so fluffy! She knew she shouldn't feel this way towards her... Sister, but her fluffiness reminded her of her favorite fur coat and she loved feeling it. She could only imagine how much more fluffier Emiko's tail would be.*\n\n*Just then an idea would pop into Sutekina's head and she would grin slightly. Emiko did tell her that she could do what she desired at night though, and it was almost night. With that in mind, Sutekina would try to push the limits to see how far she could go with that*\n\n\"Thank you Emiko for letting me spend the nights as I wish. I hope this isn't bold of me, but can I implement that policy right now? I couldn't help but notice how fluffy your fur is, and well, my*Desire* Right now would be to groom it! That is, if you would let me\"\n\n*Sutekina's cat-like tail would wag and forth, clearly excited at the prospect of grooming Emiko with her hands and brushes*" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*She didn't seem to react for a few moments, slowly turning red as she realised the request. Her tail moved into her hands, holding it. She really didn't want to do this... But she guessed she had to if it'd help Sutekina* \n\n\"W-W-Waht?! Tail? Hehe about that... I ubhh... Fineeee you can groom my tail. Be careful! It's sensitive!\" \n\n*Her tail'd be in her hands, as if she was expecting Sutekina to approach her instead of her approaching Sutekina. She seemed to be very protective of her tail. It is, her weak spot!\n\nWonder what kind of magic Sutekina can do on her tail. She expects no less than decent! How can you screw up a tail with a br- oh wait... No jinxing it!*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina would clap her hands in delight and quickly pull out a brush from side. A lady must always be prepared to maintain her appearance after all.*\n\n\"Thank you very much! I am truly grateful for this!\"\n\n*She would slowly walk over to Emiko, noticing her reluctance to approach her and could hear hear heart rate increasing from panic. Sutekina would giggle at how adorable Emiko looked right now. She didn't expect her to be this cute.*\n\n*But she didn't want to alarm her anymore than she has, so Sutekina would gently press her palms against Emiko's tail while bringing her brush against the tail's tip. If Emiko didn't pull back her tail, Sutekina would smile and start to brush her tail and let out a gasp. Just had she had thought, it was so soft! Her eyes would have have a delightful glint them as she started to rub the tail even faster before eventually giving up on the brush altogether and started rubbing her face against it*\n\n\"Iiiit's soooo soooooft! I looove it!~\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*She indeed didn't pull back her tail. Why should she? She did promise that Sutekina would be allowed to do what she desired... Maybe she should rephrase it to allow the 'except for touching my tail and breaking laws!'\n\nAnyways, the tail was indeed soft... And Extremely fluffy. It's a trait from her kind of fox. Arctic foxes are known to have the fluffiest furs! It also had this beautiful white colour to it! No stain, no discolouration! \n\nAs she placed her face on it, Emiko made a soft yelp! It was indeed sensitive. She could probably feel Emiko twitch... But she didn't, or couldn't pull back. It smelled like wine. She definitely needed to have more prettier smells on it.\n\nShe also had her ears, which were super fluffy looking with the fluffy insides! Super cute. It matched her hair. White hair, like Sutekina's!*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina would soak in Emiko's scent. It was so pleasant, and her fur was so soft. And to think she would be able to do this for 8 hours almost everyday! But ah, what would her eyes spot next? Why none other than Emiko's fluffy white ears! Why, was everything on Emiko fluffy and pretty? She loved the soft puffy tail, but there were uncharted lands that had to be explored. She would look to Emiko with her pretty red eyes and flash her ever-charming smile*\n\n\"Emiko~ Can I also brush your ears? They look like they need to be brushed also!\"\n\n*It would seem Sutekina was really starting to open up to Emiko which even caught her by surprise. But seeing how she was allowing Setukina touch her so freely, one could argue it was to be expected seeing how Setukina never really had much physical contact in her life. Yet now she was getting as much as she wanted and it felt wonderful!*" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*She sighed, it did feel good to her. But... She was wanting to save her tail for her special someone. Like a guy! She wants a guy to stroke her tail... But not worries! She is too deep into this to be able to do anything*\n\n\"Yeah fine. You can brush the ears. Just be gentle. They are really sensitive... And don't put your finders in them!\"\n\n*She thought that this would probably be basic logic for Sutekina. She would probably know the pain of getting their ears poked from the inside. But yeah. Those fur pom poms in the inside of her ear looks... Very appealing. Fluffy, white, etc!* \n\n\"Just don't do what you won't do to yourself.\"" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*What you don't do to yourself she says? Sutekina would perk her ears up and start rubbing them and start purring at how nice it felt. She would certainly enjoy having someone touching her ears, so guess that meant it was ok for her to touch Emiko's? Well Emiko said they were sensitive, so she would try her best to be gently as she poked the tips of the fur pom poms. Sooo sooooft! She would continue to rub them with her smile growing wider by the second.*\n\n*This was nice. Doing this for 8 hours was truly the best reward she could have ever asked for. But she wanted to experience even more! She would bring her mouth over and start to nibble Emiko's ears. Just as she expected, it tasted a bit like wine and they were so soft between her lips! If Emiko didn't stop her she would continue to feel all over her body, never growing tired of how soft it felt*" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*She'd yelp... Almost smacking Sutekina with her tail... Not that'd do much to her situation. As long as she isn't straight up biting her ears, Emiko'd be completely fine! \n\nShe thinks she is fine... She was softly suffering as she practically being played with as a pet. Emiko isn't a pet! She's a very strong and independent woman! \n\nBut she'd not do anything to anger Sutekina so... She'd allow her to do what she wants. She hopes that she'll be able to get some sleep tonight... Hopefully*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sleep would not be had if not requested as Sutekina wasn't tired in the slightest. She would continue to enjoy the softness of Emiko's fur, not paying attention whatsoever to her surroundings, including the time. She was so happy to feel something so warm and fluffy, to have physical contact at long last. She would alternate between the tail and ears, occasionally rubbing her ears against Emiko's ears and her tail against Emiko's tail. This might be a sleepless night for Emiko, oh dear!*" } ]

[ { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "```Supposedly the next day!```" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*It was the wee hours of the morning, Emiko having probably released herself from Sutekina's grasp. Yeesh, she knew how to control Emiko! Scary woman... She could easily control Emiko and she'd have no ability to do anything about it. \n\nWell, it was the day to well... Buy some new ingredients. Milk... Some herbs... Maybe make some new wine! Oh oh and the pens. They still needed to buy pens of course. Emiko sure was going to have a blast today! Going out with her sister... Girls' day out? \n\nSutekina was about to experience what the countryside was like... Maybe smell the stench of the farm, which was holy... To Emiko. She tends to find the smell a good sign that the farm is functioning. \n\nAfter that, they'll end up in a market! A market has a lot of stuff to buy... No doubt Sutekina will find somethings interesting*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina would be saddened at having her 'desire' time cut early, but would be grateful for the time she did get to feel them. For the reminder of the time while Emiko slept, Sutekina would organize the cottage so things weren't all over the place and dust off all the rooms. Once she was finished with that she would've tried to make some breakfast for the two of them, but seeing that there was only cheese and wine, she settled in putting her efforts into making cute cheese carvings.*\n\n*As Emiko would get up from the bed she would find the cottage the nearly spotless and a nice cheese and breakfast at the table with Sutekina standing to side with a pleasant smile*\n\n\"Good morning Emiko! Sorry about getting carried away yesterday, did you sleep well?\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*Ah yes, Emiko woke up to well... Find the whole Cabin spotless! She hopped off... Hopping down the stairs. She had changed out of her sub form, slipping on some... Clothes and well, hopping down the stairs. \n\nShe could smell something... Something that made her mouth water you see? What might that be you ask? Well, apparently it was a breakfast that wasn't consisting of... Burnt cheese crisps and... Burnt eggs. Yuhmmm \n\nShe approached slowly, as if she was approaching something new... She hasn't had good food for such a long time... Maybe 100 years? She'd of course warm up to the new things, turning to Sutekina*\n\n\"Yes yes I did. You seemed to like my tail! But say... Did you prepare that? It... Looks great! Aren't you going to eat?\"\n\n*She asked, approaching the table like normal. Seems like she warmed up really quickly. She must really have a thing for food. Food was great and stuff. But yes! Maybe they'll get new customers because the building looks less like a battle ground and... A house! \n\nSutekina might have found some stuff as she cleaned the house. If she cleaned every room, she'd probably find a peculiar piece of paper with... Well 10 wishes. The 1st wish, make a restaurant... The 2nd wish... Wear a maid outfit...? What? A maid outfit? She'd look adorable but... Really? The rest were pretty mundane, having a wish for a good future, some new swords, and well... A lover! \n\nAnother find would be Emiko's cheese tub, which sat under a fire pit... A few buckets... And yeah! Oh oh and her swords! A katana of red damascus... And well, a tanto! She also had a walking stick... Looked more like an elegant club but you get the point*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina would be surprised at the offer of eating by Emiko's side, but then would remember she was a sister here, not a maid. It felt a bit awkward to her, but it wasn't unpleasant either to join someone while they eat instead of only serving it.*\n\n\"I love your tail, and you ears are equally as loved! And yes, I did prepare this. I hope it is to your liking. I hadn't thought about eating myself, but if you are permitting me to do so, I will be happy to oblige\"\n\n\n*Thus, she would take a seat by Emiko's side and take a nibble of the breakfast, enjoying its vast flavor. Being a sister was certainly a much better position than being a maid!*\n\n*Speaking of maids though, Sutekina would recall the wish-list she had seen. She hadn't intended to go through Emiko's privacy, and felt guilty for it. But perhaps she had just the way to way to make it up to her?*\n\n\"Umm, I wish to apologize for some rude action on my part. I hope it does not displease you, but I happened to come across a wish list while cleaning the cottage that I believe is yours... I am sincerely sorry for invading your privacy, and while this won't make up for my actions, I happen to have a maid outfit that you can wear if you would like to. Also, uh, while it is listed under my name, since I belong to you, there is also a restaurant that you can use. I believe it was part of the deal when your parents bought me. Of course, this isn't a bribe, just thought it would be nice to satisfy some of my sisters wishes... I will keep the other wishes a secret as well, so I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*It started out as an ordinary meal you see... Until horror struck! What an horrible day! Hell has truly boiled over! The tree of life has been cut down! Armageddon is upon us! The war between demo- shut up Ferret, no one wants to listen to your stoopid antics. \n\nEmiko just started to eat before she nearly... Well, spat her food out. She didn't because that'd be wasting food... But she turned well... As red as possible. She didn't pass out, but she did turn a big red! She thought she hid it well! (She didn't... It was literally under a jar) It was too late! Emiko had to figure out what to do. The maid dress... She could... Maybe look good in that? Do guys like maid dresses? We don't know. She remained silent through the whole ordeal until... Well, she mentioned a restaurant! Her ears perked and Emiko turned towards Sutekina with newly found vigor!*\n\n\"A restaurant? Wait what? Can we see after our business? And... Uhh...\"\n\n*Sleeve tug. Emiko wanted to whisper it cause... Well, cottages tend to not offer the best sound protection. People could probably hear her whistling like an overpressured kettle* \n\n\"I uhhhh... Want to try the maid dress\"\n\n*She wasn't able to look in Sutekina's direction as... Well, that was a very strange and embarrassing request... Well it'd seem Sutekina would be able to play with Emiko a bit more... Maybe she can brush her hair and make her look pretty... Or use Emiko as makeup practice!*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Seeing Emiko turn red and nearly spit out her food would cause Sutekina to panic! Oh no, was she going to be yelled at?! She had been told she was to expect that much from her future husbands if she displeased them, but she had let her guard down around Emiko. She should've been more diligent about her duty, but she let the freedom get to her head. But there was no stopping it now, so she flinch back and close her eyes, not covering her face though as she was told that would only make the husband/master angrier. She was prepared to feel the stinging pain across her face at any moment... But it never came*\n\n*She would peek open an eye and instead find Emiko tugging her sleeve asking about the restaurant and maid address. Sutekina would be visibly surprised by this. Was Emiko... Not mad? From her questions it would seem her information pleased her enough to quench her anger. Rather, it seemed she was actually embarrassed.*\n\n*Sutekina would let out a sigh of relief followed by a small giggle, realizing she was worried for no reason. Though it wasn't entirely unreasonable seeing how she had only known Emiko for a day, but so far she has proven herself trustworthy and kind. Sutekina wanted to believe in the best in people, and would thus choose to believe Emiko was as she had portrayed herself thus far.*\n\n\"Of course Emiko, it's your restaurant after all. Same goes for the maid dress as whatever I own is yours. I can't wait to see you in one! Here, let me grab it right now and let me bring my brushes and make-up kit! I swear on my honor as the best housemaid, I am going to make you into the cutest looking maid in this city!\"\n\n*Sutekina would clap her hands in delight before quickly going over to her luggage and pulls out her maid dress along with her make-up kit and brushes. This was going to be fun! Good thing they were the same size... Height-wise at least as she eyed the chest and hip area. Well, she might need to tighten those areas, but it should be fine!*" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*Emiko sighed. Hopefully this would help her with... Getting customers. Maybe she should lower her price on bottled alcohol and slightly increase her barrel prices. You see, she only gets her income from Tavern and Inns... She needs to open up a new thing for the less... Well, fortunate ones! \n\nShe thought and pondered... What if, she made things cheaper in some parts of the day! Maybe that would get her a lot of Business! But oh well, it seems like Sutekina was about to have more play time with Emiko. \n\nEmiko finished her meal as if it was probably one of the last meals she was going to eat in her... Non-makeup and... Natural self! Whatever made Sutekina happy she thinks. Maybe this'd open new horizons for her! But what can Sutekina really do to Emiko? She is already pretty pale as a person... Oh well! Emiko's tail... Sutekina would have an excuse to brush Emiko's tail! Oh no... What has Emiko done?!*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina would first put on the maid outfit on Emiko, assuming she had no embarrassment about changing infront of her. As she suspected, the sleves and length of the dress would fit Sutekina perfectly. The only downside was that her hip and chest area would feel a bit 'baggy' or 'loose'. Thankfully those areas can be tightened up, and with a few tugs here and there it was a snug fit on Emiko. Phase 1 done and already she was looking so adorable! Sutekina had to hold herself back from cuddling with her right then there, only able to restain herself from her resolve to doing her duty before her own desires.*\n\n*Thus she would being to work her magic on Emiko's face with her make-up kit. She would realize there would be actually very little need to polish up her face due to how childish looking it was. But Emiko had mentioned about wanting to look older, which was at least one benefit/drawback that make-up had on younger looking faces. Emiko's lips and eyebrows would look more pronounced and mature after Sutekina's finished applying her craft. Now time for the brushing, the best part!*\n\n\"Time for my reward!\" *Sutekina would say with delight as she pulls out her brushes and starts to comb away at Emiko's tail, hair, and ears. As with last night, they were so fluffy and Sutekina would start to become obsessed with them over again, but is able to hold herself back after 'only' an hour of brushing. She would then pull out her hand mirror for Emiko to admire herself. Sutekina thought she looked very beautiful and right now, but the actual individual had to be satisfied with their look as well*\n\n\"Well? Do you like it?!\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*She looked herself in the mirror... Studying herself. She looked slightly strange, looking somewhat older than she is with her... Size. But she did nod to herself. Yes... She looked VERY pretty! But there was one issue...*\n\n\"I look great!!! I bet we can get a lot of customers... But maybe I shouldn't wear the face thing... It kinda is hot in this dress so... Yeah. But big issue... We have to go to the country side... And uhhh... It would pain me to say this, but I think I have to change into work clothes! I wouldn't want to ruin such a good dress!\" \n\n*Her tail wagged from behind her... A massive ploom of straight floof just... Slinking around. How does she keep it so well... Not purple? She must have some skill! Well no... She kinda just poofs the ears and tail away when she starts doing her wine thing! \n\nWork clothes... Sutekina saw her in her work clothes. Some decent hemp clothes. She definitely needed to invest in some better work clothes. Maybe leather and canvas! That would be nice yes... And... Well... Maybe she needed to invest in... More furniture*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "\"Ah, I understand. Everything you've said makes sense. I personally liked the make up, but I suppose for Emiko her cute natural charm is best!\"\n\n*Sutekina was a bit sad that she wouldn't be able to see Emiko dressed like this all day, but didn't show it. For now from what she had gathered, this business of hers was managed solely by herself. Sutekina was impressed how business savvy and successful she was on her own, as Sutekina had been raised into believing that only men can handle businesses. However, Sutekina felt that in the future it would be best if they hired workers to do the dirty work for them.*\n\n*Of course that is just what Sutekina thought as she believed ladies had to look pretty and do 'feminine' things like cook and clean, but she was fascinated by the prospect of doing 'masculine' work. Seeing how she would be doing similar work as Emiko, she realized she would need less the proper clothes to wear which unfortunately she had none. Hopefully Emiko had a spare...*\n\n\"Speaking of good dresses, I only seem to have high quality dresses with my luggage. Not any of 'working' quality per say. Can I ask if you have an extra pair for me to wear? If not I can buy one when we go to the market today. I really do look forward to that!\" *Sutekina would say cheerfully with her ever-charming smile*" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"Hmmm well... I should have an extra pair of trousers and shirts... I'm not sure about shoes. I don't know if... The shirt would fit you. I'll get myself washed and changed and I'll be back. Thanks for the meal and I'm excited to work with you, Ms Sutekina Yukinoshita of the Restaurant!\"\n\n*With that kind of phrasing, Emiko really sounded like she trusted Sutekina with well... Running the restaurant. Emiko wanted to teach her the trade but... It can only come from a lot of experience. \n\nShe quickly scampered up the stairs to... Clean herself off in a water basin and... Changed into her work clothes. They look pretty worn out but they still protected her. The boots went up to her knees and her shirt sleeves had those pulley ropes to tighten it. \n\nShe... Searched in her box own belongings spot (under the bed) to take the extra top and trousers. She hoped these fit... If not... They'll have to make a few purchases at the market! \n\nEmiko... Didn't want to have to hire workers. She felt like it would be a much better business model where two people ran the job. Plus, it wouldn't be that much of a big business! She'd probably start selling her wine and random experiments in the restaurant instead of the house! All hands on deck! \n\nA few moments passed as Emiko scampered back down the stairs, her hair tied up into a neat bun and well... Carrying a pair of clothesm she really didn't have any extra boots... Does Sutekina have any boots?* \n\n\"Sorry! I don't have any... Extra foot ware. We'll have to buy some at the market. I don't know if these... Clothes would fit either. They aren't the most comfortable... Pretty scratchy and stuff\"" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina would be caught off-guard by Emiko's proclamation, but would smile slightly afterwards. Ms Sutekina Yukinoshita of the Restaurant? It wasn't exactly the easiest to say, but for some reason she found comfort in the title. She would clean up the dishes and wipe down the table while waiting for Emiko to return with the extra clothes. She suspected that they would likely be tight in certain areas but hopefully not unbearably so.*\n\n*She would just be finishing up with her cleaning as Emiko comes back with the clothes and she would smile seeing the extra cloth in her hands*\n\n\"Ah, glad you found some. Don't have any appropriate shoes though so will likely to need to go shopping for those also. Hopefully the clothe fit at least\"\n\n*Sutekina would attempt to put them on and while they 'fit' she couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed at how they t tight they were around her more mature assets. She would nervously giggle and look over to Emiko*\n\n\"Um, well, they fit? But if possible I think I would prefer to buy a more comfortable set... Are the ones sold in the market any less scratchy and rough?\"\n\n*She hoped she wasn't sounding spoiled, but in a sense she was seeing how she only got received top quality goods from her father as his most valuable trophy. She wasn't used to wearing rough clothing like this, but if this was the cost for freedom, she was willing to bear it*" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"Well... They ARE at least like... 50 or 60 years old. I need to retire them one day. Yeah I was intending on making some big purchases today. I have this cool idea you see? You know how when... You put the baking powder into vingar it goes bubbly and releases strange air? What if, we somehow made a thing that allowed the strange air to go into wine or something to make it bubbly? I don't know if that'll work, but I have money so I can do some experiments!\"\n\n*Little does she know... But Emiko is about to make something amazing! Soda water! She was just on the brink of soda water... But she nodded to Sutekina. More... Staring at her assets. She was just that bit jelly of Sutekina honestly... But she didn't let that get to her! She knew what she had to buy today! That and... She needed to explain to the smith that she needed something specific! \n\nShe was going to spend a lot today... She has a lot of money so that shouldn't be an issue!* \n\n\"We'll be stopping by the market today before we go to the Farm. It's better to buy everything before we get there so we can take a faster route to your restaurant!!\"" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*50-60 years?! She would look at her clothes in amazement. Did clothes really last that long?! Well they were meant to endure harsh conditions, but still, wouldn't that mean they would deteriorate faster? Perhaps there was some magic involved, or was Sutekina really that out of touch with how long clothes lasted. Her father would always get her a new set of clothes every year or so when they showed the slightest indication of fading, and that's even including the care she put into maintaining their appearance. She would need to ask Emiko how she maintained her clothes for so long*\n\n*Her ears would then perk up at the mention of this new idea of Emiko's. It certainly sounded like a fun idea, and someone who enjoyed cooking, it was very much an idea she would like to experiment with!*\n\n\"That sounds like an exciting fun idea! Most breakthroughs in cooking happened cus people tried things that would normally not make sense. I think it will be fun to be pioneers in this field of bubbly food! I can't wait to get started on it!\" \n\n*For now seeing how the scratchy clothes didn't fit her, she would switch over to her 'plainest' dress to head into the market. She would simply change into the work clothes once they bought them. She just hoped the two of them were enough to carry all the things they were going to be buying today*\n\n\"Ready when you are Emiko!\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"Yes we shall head out now... But first...\"\n\n*She said, opening her box, taking out her walking stick... Again... It's more like a mace honestly. Emiko could use this to crack some bones or someone's head! There's enough weight to this. \n\nBut yes, once she did this, she exited the shop to... Well, get into her horse cart! Of course they weren't going to be able to fit everything they bought today. Simply not possible! \n\nThey were, of course, going to buy A LOT of things... And she was going to buy a lot of milk!!! Milk is good! Milk is very good. But she needed to pick up some money from the bank... At least after they buy things. She always puts her money near the village she gets her milk and stuff!*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*She would see Emiko puling out rather dangerous looking walking stick and would remember the beautiful looking katana she had seen earlier. She had thought of it as decoration or some sort of family heirloom, but seeing Emiko with a walking stick that could cave someone's head in, she was starting to think otherwise. She would walk behind Emiko as she got her horses, till finally building up enough courage to ask the question*\n\n\"Um, Emiko? I apologize for the sudden question, but are you perhaps versed in martial combat? I noticed a beautiful looking katana while cleaning the house but thought it was nothing more than a family heirloom.\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*It looked rather plain. Steel head, ash body, steel tip. Nothing too unique about it. Just the perfect configuration to make a walking stick and... Make an effective blugeon. It seemed she used the business end a lot... Looked somewhat scratched up. Maybe she did need to use it before*\n\n\"I wouldn't say I'm proficient in Martial Combat. I wouldn't say I didn't have experience. I'm just good at swinging to protect myself. And you're pretty much right about the sword\"\n\n*She said, turning towards the door. The walking stick would make a nice... Well, sharp clack! Good walking stick. Definitely would hold up in battle! \n\nAmiko the horse was chilling out near Emiko's house, the tent still up! Nothing stolen today!!! They were practically ready to buy what they needed today! Let's hope she doesn't go over budget... Again. \n\nBut yes, she hopped onto the cart, making preparations to leave. Assuming Sutekina felt more comfy, she'd have enough space next to Emiko. Of course, she'd be able to just stay inside the tent if she was still nervous!*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*She would nod, albeit surprised by this sudden information. Just who was Emiko? She was a woman that had a cheese factory and wine business that was made via magic and had some experience in martial combat. Clearly not a typical business woman to say the least. She had lived 250 years through so perhaps it was to be expected that one would pick many skills if they lived that long. She wondered how Emiko was like when she was younger though? Was she perhaps like Sutekina? Spoiled and unaware of the world?*\n\n*Sutekina would infact feel a lot more comfortable around Emiko today and take a seat by her. She had never sat upfront before on a cart and was feeling a bit giddy about it. And let out a purr. Granted she wasn't the one leading the horses, but maybe someday she could! The question from earlier though would still be on her mind. It might be brash of her to ask it, but she was a neko after all and curiosity is one of their faults.*\n\n\"Say Emiko, I've noticed you are skilled in many things. Were you always like this, even at my age? If I am invading too much into your privacy, then please tell me so! I do not wish you to make uncomfortable, err, any more uncomfortable in regards to the privacy I've already invaded...\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*She pondered to herself as she commanded the horses forward... Off to get their things! They had plenty room in the back so it should be all good I suppose.\n\nShe did have a lot of random experience. She was good at fighting, but she wasn't that strong... She had to use her magic. She also never really had the concept of having things given to her so... Yeah!* \n\n\"Well, when I was probably... 20 or so, I left home to start my business. Only had 5 years of learning so I went into the world fresh. Met some very nice people... And well, had to watch them all die. Quite a sad thing... But you'd get over it in 10 or so years. But in my 230 years of exploring and making a shop, I was able to learn a lot of skills as... I had a lot of time to do so! Life gets boring when you live so long\"\n\n*She said, making a turn... They could see a busy market a good ways away... But it was still there! Colourful tarps over their goods... Etc!*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina's ear's would droop at the mention of people dying. It was something her parents had warned her about and is actually one of the biggest advantages the oriates and other long lived races had over the macens. But even they would eventually die and Sutekina realized that despite being 200 years younger than Emiko, she would still die before her. She would see her skin wrinkle and her hair fall out while Emiko would continue to look like a child for another 500 if not more years. Worse, if Sutekina were to ever find love, something she would turn slightly red thinking about, her child would die before Emiko, and possibly her grandchild also. Can anyone truly get used to that? Does time callous your heart that much? But she realized it was the same as macens and her lifespan. She would live past their grandchildren as well... Living for so long must be more of a curse than a blessing seeing that most if not all your connection will die out before you, leaving you in your loneliness once more...*\n\n*These thoughts would prevent Sutekina from truly enjoying the bright and colorfully tarps and new smells of the market ahead. The scents and sights, they would be exciting for now, and she truly loved Emiko for allowing her to experience all of this and be free, but for how long would she value those things? Will she too grow bored of life despite longing for it for this long? She was starting to feel scared at forming relationships. She didn't want to experience the pain of seeing them break due to death, and she didn't want to cause them pain for when she died...*\n\n\"Emiko... Can I ask why you wanted to treat me like a sister? A sister from what I read is a deep blood-bound bond. We are not blood-related and we've only known each other for a day... Even as we get older though, that deep bond will only hurt you as I... I will die before you. You've been so kind to me... I don't want to cause you any pain. Maybe you should treat me like a servant instead...\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"Well you see. I've been alone for my whole life and really didn't have anyone to call family for such a long time. Having the same last name basically means you're my sister since... Well... That's a pattern I see with people.\"\n\n*She said, looking straight in front. It was true that she was used to death, but she was secretly suffering. Death of everyone near her was whittling away at her wellbeing. Of course, death would do that. Just 200 years ago, she'd be making friends with everyone possible, but now... Well, she only talks to a select few and doesn't like making friends. It is quite painful. \n\nThis is a reason why she... Well, wants a special someone from her own specific race. She doesn't want to be lonely anymore. Heck, she might actually feel better with a man in her life. But she will make do with Sutekina. She was 100% going to make her short life the best she can!*\n\n\"That and, if I only let you serve me for your whole life, I'd feel guilty if you died not knowing what is really out there. You see, If I made a friend, I would work my hardest to keep them happy for their whole life. If they died fulfilling their wish, I'd be happy. If they died sad or unfulfilled because I didn't do anything, I wouldn't be able to live with that. Living so long is almost a curse, but it doesn't have to be. With all the experience you gain, you can help people become better\"" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "\"That's... Very kind of you. Wise as well. It would seem those 250 years have matured your mind at least if not your body. I see I have a lot to learn from you\" \n\n*Sutekina would take in Emiko's words and feel a bit better. Emiko's was right, living for so long doesn't have to be a curse. The least they could do was help make other people's lives better, a mentality Sutekina fully supported as she loved serving others. She didn't want get hurt, but not helping people would make her suffer even more. But Emiko... Sutekina didn't want to make her suffer with her death, but she had the same mentality. It would be no good to disrespect it and act like a hypocrite asking her to leave her be. Rather the best thing she could do right now was be happy, if not for her own sake, but for Emiko's as well.*\n\n*Thus she would smile once more and look ahead at the road. She was going to satisfy her desire. She was going to experience everything she can so that when she died, Emiko can feel happy knowing she did her best in helping her live a good life. Sutekina would never be able to repay Emiko for her kindness, but the least she could do was express her appreciation.*\n\n\"Thank you Emiko. For freeing me of my loneliness. For being my sister\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"If only I had a balance with physical maturity and mental maturity. But you're welcome.\"\n\n*She said, sighing as she... Pulled the horse to slow down... They were nearing the market you see? A lot of cook stuff were being sold there!*\n\n\"Anyways, we're almost there. We just need to do our business and get what we need. We can pick up our experiment pieces from a Cooper.\"\n\n*At this point, they'd probably start having some interference... A lot of people on the road. They gotta drive slowly or they might run someone over! \n\nDoubt anyone would want to steal stuff. If they did, Emiko's more than happily say hi with her... 'walking stick.' A scary device no doubt! It had some heft to it too!*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina would look in awe at the various stands. She still couldn't get over the fact that there were so many people gathered in one place. Sutekina's eyes would sparkle with delight, eyeing all the jewelry, clothing, and food being sold. The foods were the best part as their aroma drifted into the air and into her keen nose. She could practically taste the food in her mouth, immediately deciphering all the various ingredients that the chefs used to make their food.*\n\n*What would catch her attention the most though would be the sweets being sold. She would visibly drool for a bit before turning pink and wiping it away quickly in embarrassment. She wouldn't wand to disgrace herself or Emiko with such bad manners. However, she would eye Emiko then the sweets then back at Emiko before shaking her head. They were here to buy many things today for their restaurant/business. With her keen eyes and east she could see/hear where most of the vendors for their items were. She couldn't afford to take up anymore of Emiko's time to buy some sweets and other food. Thus, she would start to point to the appropriate vendors for their business trip today to aid Emiko*\n\n\"Over there is a merchant selling pens, and over there is one selling working clothes. And over there is a merchant selling vinegar and over there is the one selling the baking powder.\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*Emiko was obviously too busy trying not to run people over to... Notice Sutekina's desire for sweets. Of course she could tell Emiko. Sweets generally aren't too expensive. But okay then. \n\nShe'd not to Sutekina, silently thanking her for her directions. She'd stop in front of... Well, a vendor! The closest vendor, which is probably a penmaker! And Ein dismounted... To go do some business! She needed to buy pens. Okay! She was not talking to the person.\n\nSutekina would probably hear her whole conversation. Words being \"High quality\" And other things that go into... Making good pens. Assuming fountain pens weren't... Existent, she'd probably be buying a quill and some proper ink... And maybe a new book for Sutekina! She'd turn back to Sutekina for a moment, looking her up and down... And pointing at some ink.\n\nInside, was some... Very pretty pink ink. Emiko reckoned that she would like pink... She hopes she isn't wrong. Of course, she picked up something for herself! Blue ink! First purchase - \n1x Pink Ink\n1x Blue Ink\n2x Swan Quills!\n2x Small paper bundles*\n\n\"Hope this was good for you Sutekina! I reckoned you'd like pink!\"" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina would happily take the pink ink and smile. Pink was one of her favorite colors. It was very cute and went well with her clothing. She was a bit of a girly girl after all.*\n\n\"Even if it was black I would grateful for the gift, but yes, I really do like pink. Thank you for the pretty color. You will need to teach me how to do the papers though. That being said Is blue your favorite color?\" *She would ask as she put the pink ink into her purse. It was a pretty color also, but she had thought Emiko used her wine for ink. Perhaps it was too sticky or did she just want a change of color?*" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"Wine tends to be really finicky to use as ink. I find the colour pretty, but it gets sticky if left alone for too long. I'll be sure to teach you how to do the papers. I actually prefer Purple, but that's quite expensive and blue just tends to be a nicer colour for me\" \n\n*She said, a lot of her formal clothing being blue. One day she migh convert to pink or a light purple! Anyways, off to the next shop! She assumed it'd be the tailor! It'd be a bit... Unsure what to RP here cause... It's just pretty repetitive. Buying stuff they need... \n\nHmmm i really don't know what to do!*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "```A few weeks later. The Oriate Cheese Café```\n\n*It was finally opening day. The epic duo having perfected their dishes... And secret special item! The menu, being written on a nice board with chalk! The entire building being decked out with table and... Chairs! It was massive, but manageable for a single hyper kitsune! \n\nThey'd be inhabiting one room to cook everything, while another room was used to store the food! It was cool there as it was quite far from any source of light and... Well, fire! Strangely enough, the building seemed to be empty... Why you ask? Well, they were just about to open! Wonder how many people will be coming today? \n\nThey didn't exactly Advertise the opening as... No one really knew how to advertise without bankrupting themselves! So... Let's just say, the word of mouth has to get around.*" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*Emiko was... Well dressed in the maid outfit Sutekina lended to her, waiting impatiently at the door... Waiting for the perfect time to open it! She was obviously excited, her tail wagging a lot. Lets hope she wasn't pulled today!\n\nShe felt... Nervous though. She hoped that her cuteness would get her through today... If you're cute... They won't give you hard time! But of course, she was prepared... She had a dagger slipped into her clothes somewhere! \n\nShe took a while to convince herself that it was too late to turn back now and... Opened the door! Doors blasted open and were stopped by two handy rocks that Emiko just found around! \n\nThe store was open and now it was time to wait for the customers to come in!* \n\n\"Unyah!\"" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur, for the past couple of days, had been scouring the wilderness after his last quest with Moxie and her odd group of individuals. To be frank, he was quite tired; though that was partly due to the fact that he hadn't really gotten a decent share of blood in the recent times. Blood... The substance still disgusted him to this day. He had sworn to only drink and taste it when he needed to, which was only about once or twice a week. He had stopped multiple times at random taverns, waiting in the corners, watching the brawls unfold and watch the blood that would eventually fly. As the rest of the bar's members cheered on and on, raising their drinks as people slammed their fists against one another, Arthur had searched the floor for the large pools of blood that formed when people had been knocked out. He had pretended he was knocked out as well, while with shameful eyes, tried not to look as he licked the blood off of the floor. It was the most embarrasing and filthy part of his weeks, but it had to be done when he couldn't find a reasonable excuse to kill.*\n\n*Stopping once more to New Salvainia, he pondered wandering through the streets once more, experiencing what it was like to be a citizen again; though, that probably wouldn't be possible, seeing that he was one of the empire's most wanted. His bounty just for that prison escapade was 150 gold, and it was bound to be raised even higher, seeing with what he had done afterwards. He had made mistakes, he would silently admit to himself, but they were kind of inevitable with the way he was going. He stopped to admire the city's walls and buildings from the outside, but then would put his cloak on to sneak around the walls, using his strength and natural agility to scale a wall from the left side.*\n\n*Now in some sort of district, presumably the poor one, seeing all the lack of sanitation in the roads and the people living in rags, Arthur would make his way out of the district, waltzing into the main road with a sort of energy in his step. He would take a look around, noting the familiarities and the differences in the buildings from when he last came. That shop where he got the bread was still there, and so was the bank; though other than that, the city storefronts were kind of changed. He still noted the abundance of wanted posters of his face, but ignored them, walking up to a particular storefront that supposedly sold \"Oriate Cheese.\" Simply put, he wanted to try it.*\n\n*He walked up towards the entrance, take note of an oriate girl with a maid costume on. He stood a few feet away from her before checking his money pouch, then proceeded to tap her shoulder.*\n\n\"I'd like a table, if you may.\"" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Seconds later, a woman walked into the establishment. They wore the garments of the ecclesial, a navy blue habit and a triangular cap rested upon her head, the linen coif and veil covering the back and sides of her head, with the face only being visible, framed with silver hair. \n\nA smile graced her youthful features, the warm atmosphere of the establishment embracing her once cold body made her feel calm. Moments before she was travelling in a carriage with a cynical knight, but now, she was in the presence of.. Two Oriates. She didn't think she would meet two people of the same species as Koharu (the miko.), but with Salvainia being a prime target of aspiring adventurers, she should've expect such. \n\nThere, the priest stood behind the male Oriate." }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*She happily greeted Arthur, not really noticing him. She uhh... Pointed at the table before... Saying*\n\n\"Please enjoy yourself! You can take the table there! I'll be there in a moment!\"\n\n*She said, happily hopping towards the Priest! She gave her a wave and... She looked pretty happy! Emiko might have a reputation arounf Salviania, being a Wine Priestess!* \n\n\"Yahelloooo! Welcome to the Oriate Cheese Café! Will you be eating with us today~?\"\n\n*She asked, leaning forward with both her hands placed together like she was praying. Her tail was wagging... She was obviously either really happy or jacked up on something... Or both!*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur relaxed a bit, watching the maid's tails begin wagging uncontrollably. Sighing to himself, he took his cloak off as he revealed his own oriate features - an unwise and careless decision, but seeing that no one was inside the restaurant, it should be ok, yes? His eyes followed to where the oriate girl's fingers were pointed, which led to a table inside the cafè. Nodding a quick* \"Thank you,\" *He would walk over to the table, setting his backpack down by the chair he sat in. His sword had gotten in the way, clanking obnoxiously against the wooden backrests of the chair, so he decided to take it off, leaning it against his right leg, deciding to have it in reach. It still lay in it's scabbard, however, so he decided to keep it sheathed for now. Unless of course, guards happened to saunter in, in which case he would make a run for it with his backpack and weapon; and of course, his food. Speaking of food, there didn't seem to be a menu nearby, so he sat himself down, his hands under the table as he waited for someone to give him the list of items he could order. Though, he did notice a pretty large board a good distance away, so he decided to walk over to the direction of the board, noticing it had a variety of menu items on it. Putting his hand to his chin in a thinking gesture, he stared at the board, wondering what item(s) he should buy.*" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "The priest, overwhelmed by the kitsune's optimistic nature *And* Her uniform remained silent, her eyes scanning the maid from head to feet. Unfortunately, she hadn't heard of Salvain's Wine Priestess, having been to the capital in the total of three times. \n\n\"Ah.. Yes. Anywhere will do.\" \n\nMicaiah let out. Her hands, covered in layers of bandages, cupped one another to mimic the optimist's. The priests haven't encountered much characters such as the one before her, unaffected by the evils of Ramul Ta. It was refreshing for the traveling cleric. She didn't think of handing over her armaments, which consisted a rod, and a silver dagger off to the side." }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*She happily led Micaiah to another table, though she... Organized it strangely. Well, not really strange. She made it so that... Well, they were the closest to the kitchen... So Emiko can bring out food easily! \n\nSpeaking of the kitchen... How was Sutekina doing? Emiko suspects that Sutekina might already be slicing the cheese! Emiko did make some fresh cheese in those weeks in preparation for opening! \n\nAll the prices were lowered by 25%! Do the math yourself! But yes... The menu seemed to have a pattern! A lot of cheese. And when we say a lot, we mean... A lot of cheese!\n\nYou see, Emiko kinda... Liked cheese a lot! Makes sense since... She kinda smells like cheese. Y'know what else she smelled like? Wine... Strong... Wine!\n\n\n\nAfter sitting the two down, she'd say to the two of them personally,*\n\n\"Please yell out Emiko if you would like to order! I'll be sure to hear and come out to serve you!\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Eyes darting occasionally to his items and to the board, Arthur would bend his upper body over to take a look at the menu. The first thing he noticed was the overabundance of cheese based items... Though considering that this was the \"Oriate Cheese Cafè,\" It was to be expected. Everything caught his eye; cheese balls, fried cheese, and most interesting of all: Breadbowls. He hadn't had a proper meal in a hell of a long time, and to be frank, when he finished out his bread supplies, he had gotten a great deal of stomach pains and whatnot, most likely due to how old they were. Yuck.*\n\n*The menu... It seemed so various and vast, even though it was not but a few items. Even so, the way they were described made them seem heavenly in his imagination; he had to try everything, or at least a majority of everything. He would yell the name that the maid had told them to yell out earlier, and begin his order.*\n\n\"Yo, ah... Emiko! That was it, right? Anyway, I'd like a Panis Petrum, a Virtute Panis, a Rade... Casseyus? Caseus! A Rade Caseus, and Emiko'a Favorite! With some bubble water on the sides, please!\"" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Being seated close to the kitchen? So considerate. Micaiah thanked the Oriate quietly, pulling the chair from under the table, she soon made herself comfortable. \n\nTopaz orbs read the choices on the board, the amount of available dishes rivaled the other taverns she went. Her eyes soon caught sight of the establishment's wine, and with its description, it's an original. While the priest does feel thirsty, the drinks didn't seem friendly to her currently. She opted to try something small for now.\n\nThe priest then called out, raising a hand into the air as she attempted to catch the maid's attention. \n\n\"Excuse me, miss Emiko, I would like a.. Virtute Panis, and water. Please.\"" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina would be delighted to hear the income of new customers. From the sound and smell of it, there was a male kitsune and and a female macen. She would immediately get started on cutting up the cheese and starting the oven. She was happy to be able to cook once more, and even more delighted to see Emiko running around in her adorable maid costume.*\n\n*She would hear the orders coming from the dining area with her keen ears, and immediately start prepping the meal. A Panis Petrum, 2 Virtute Panis, a Rade Caseus, and Emiko's Farvorite! Normally this raw amount of orders would be too much for one chef to handle, but Sutekina had been trained to this her whole life, and well, she had some magic to help her also. As the meals were being baked she would get started on the drink. It was still a large order so it would take some time, but she hoped she finished in a timely manner. If not, then at least they will know they need to hire extra hands in the kitchen*" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*She yelled out from the place she currently was, loud enough to be heard by Sutekina from the kitchen! She definitely heard the two's orders, assuming they weren't said in perfect sinc! \n\nShe was really loud. Seems like she was compensating for something... Probably her height! Or... The fact she lacks any kind of physical maturity!* \n\n\"Panis Petrum, Virtute Panis, Rade Caseus, Emiko's Favourite, and Bubble water for the man! And Virtute Panis and Water for the Woman!\" \n\n*Extremely loud... Emiko then... Well, disappeared to the kitchen to help Sutekina make the meal... We cannot disclose how it us made... Mostly because Ferret still needs to make a recipe!*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina would be delighted to see Emiko enter the kitchen to help. Oh she looked so adorable! She wanted to brush her hair right then and there, but knew there was work to be done. But she promised herself after they finished their work today, her reward would be petting Emiko with her maid outfit throughout the night*\n\n\"Oh, thank you Emiko! Isn't this exciting! Our first two customers! We got do our best so they can spread the word!\"\n\n*Sutekina would be just finishing melting a slab of cheese and look over to Emiko and grin*\n\n\"Already got a head start, but think we might need more people in the future. But for now follow me lead, my magic works when working with someone else after all\"" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "*She nodded with a hon hon! She did the simple things! Like... Cracking the eggs over the cooking apparatus, which was basically just... A large rock suspended over a fire! She needed them cooked! \n\nShe then hastily prepared the bread, which was a pretty simple combination, using her super cool practice, she made a single piece of normal... Well, flat bread, plating it on... A massive plate of some kind. Most likely clay. She then went to work, mixing in some green onions and meat into another pair Emiko's Bread Dough, throwing it onto the cooking apparatus! Only a few seconds passed and the two pieces of bread were completed! They looked... Great! Emiko spent a small amount of time putting the egg into the Panis Petram, folding the edges to make a sort of basket to.. Well, catch the egg when the man decided to puncture it! The yolk was very VERY runny. She topped this off with a dolop of yogurt, which she made from the milk she bought... She'll be needing more milk soon! She also went to town with... Cutting up some potato... And meat... And just... Cooking them till they were cooked! She then... Took a roll of cheese, slicing it in half, then just... Smearing it onto the cooking surface... The cheese melted quite well... But this was the big part! Emiko lifted the cheese roll from the cooking surface it stretching... To well, tremendous amounts! Emiko had to cut it with her dagger. Well, on that goes onto the potato and meat bed she left on Arthur's big plate!\n\nSince this was done, she left Sutekina to make the deep fried Cheese Brick... So Emiko can do her... Strange magic! Well, not really magic. She has been... Carbonating water in a barrel, pouring some into a clay cup... Very bubbly. \n\nShe hoped that the Cheese Brick was done by the time she came back.\n\nNote for Sutekina - \n\nThere was a large clay plate for Arthur's food and 1 small clay plate for Micaiah's food!*" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina would finish off the cheese bricks and any other food toppings/creams through the power of her cooking magic. She was pleased to be helping with Emiko and to be making such delicious food. The warm scents and flavors were balanced with the help of Sutekina's keen tongue, and her sense of smell helped determine the right amount of spices to mix into any plate. As Emiko would expect, once she returned she would see the Cheese Brick finished. Sutekina would start cleaning up the mess they made cooking this meal in preparation for the future customers to come.*\n\n*Sutekina was honestly impressed at how skilled Emiko was considering she said she wasn't a great cook. But perhaps she meant in general, cus as far as Sutekina could see, Emiko far surpassed her skills in handling the cheese. But she expected nothing less, Emiko did have 250 years of experience after all. In due time Sutekina promised she would learn it as well, and as a bit of sisterly competition be better than Emiko in it also!*" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*In classic Emiko style, she carried the large platter in one hand... And the smaller plate in the other. She will come back for their drinks. \n\nShe plopped down the power bread onto.. Well, Micaiah's table. The smell of beef and onion would fill... Her nostrils! Smelled like... Well, green onions and beef! What more can you ask? The bread itself was pretty thin, not having much going for it, except for the nice char pattern. It was until Micaiah tasted it will she... Well, experience it's goodness. The bread was like nothing before! To not embarrass myself, I shall not describe it until I make it myself. \n\nMeanwhile, Emiko plopped down Arthur's meal... It was massive. She was a bloody champ with carrying that! It had all the food he requested... All on one plate. The top would have the Panis Petrum, the egg delicately placed inside a cradle of bread, the left would hold his Virtute Panis... The far right would have his potato and stake bed with cheese drizzled on top... And the main dish... The block of cheese. It was breaded, with a brown crunchy outside. It was practically dripping with oil. It wasn't meant to be healthy at all! In fact, you should be scared of the health implications of eating such cheese! \n\nIf he were to poke it, the outside would be crunchy, the inside obviously soft... Just wait till he opens it!\n\nEmiko bowed to the two, running back to the kitchen to give them their beverages... A water for the priest and... And a bubbly water for the Vampy! The bubble water was... Something unique to Emiko. But hmmm oh well. \n\nHe would soon find that... The bubbly water was strong! Think Soda, but jacked up and only water!*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur had already walked back to his seat, awaiting the food that was to come. To be quite honest, he really didn't feel too hungry, though he knew that was just an illusion created by his body to coax him from eating physical food. Had he ordered too much? No, with the recent vines quest, he had amounted to about a thousand silver alone in his money pouch. Sure, at times he had a wholelot more, but a thousand silver is still a pretty hefty sum; surely enough to pay for a small meal at a cafè. Though, was it really that small? He did plan to eat all of his food; it was a habit to, after all. Maybe he ordered a bit too much... Nah, it was fine! His stomach could handle ANY food that went his way.*\n\n*Waiting momentarily, he first smelled the food before he saw it. A divine mixture of fresh bread and cooked butter, topped with the overwhelming scent of cheese combined with the overlay of finely cooked beef, slathered and laid with the scent of fried oil. All in all, he could already taste the amount of food he was to feast on forming on the edges of his tongue, the scent itself driving him to a sort of mad jittery state as he waited apprehensively for his food to come. He felt his body jerk up, going onto the edge of his seat as he stared out at the kitchen's doors. The smells of food and wine that came from that vicinity were almost intoxicating; For a moment, Arthur himself wanted to explore what lie beyond the door into the kitchen. Though he regained control of himself, clearing his throat as he sat down. Though, his four tails would be taut and wagging slightly to the left and right, uncontrollably. It was slightly embarrasing, but he didn't mind it too much.*\n\n*He saw the maid oriate from earlier emerge from the kitchen with a monumental plate in hand, while also carrying a smaller one as well. She set the smaller one down on a table with a lone girl in it, while she waltzed on over to where Arthur was, plopping the gigantic plate with all of his food down on it. Oh, the scents that filled his nose! They were even better than before. Aromas of meat and bread, sprinkled in with the smell of egg and fried oil, layered with cheese upon cheese... It was simply divine. Godlike. Ascended beyond whatever he had experienced before. He opened his mouth in a giant, goofy grin, letting his vampire fangs show slightly as he clasped his hands together, but then sat back straight with his mouth closed once he realized what he was doing. Again clearing his throat, he turned towards Emiko, who had set down a glass of bubbly water next to his food. Smiling softly as to not let his fangs show once more, he would tilt his head as he thanked the girl.*\n\n\"This... Looks really good. Thank you.\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*She bowed back at the man, her tail... Was still doing the wiggle waggle. She seemed pretty happy. That's good I suppose.*\n\n\"You're welcome! Call me if you need anything!\"\n\n*She said, happily sauntering back to the kitchen! Mission complete! Emiko didn't die while waiting on the two... That was very difficult. Emiko will probably die if she has to wait on more people... Lets hope she doesnt!*" } ]

[ { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "A leather booklet by her side, Priest passed the time wandering in her thoughts. Leaning back on the chair, the smell of pastries one would take in near a bakery, along with the smell of cooked meat mixed in the air; it brought a sense of relaxation, a take-away from the rot smelling, sewer-showered streets of the capital. When the young reverend dreamt of the empire's star, a sprawling metropolis of high-rising brick towers, with crowds among crowds of colourful splendor the people wore. Some of it reflected her image, and yet, it still disappointed her somehow. \n\nSupposed it's best to keep her expectations in-check.\n\nWith her eyes checking over the bound-leather journal, she took only a glance at the exiting Oriate maid and compatriot from the kitchen. Being so near to the kitchen, her plate would be first served. Removing her booklet from the table as to not seem rude, capping back the ink-stain cork in the ink bottle, she swiftly plopped the items back inside the satchel that remain slung around her shoulders. Micaiah straightened her posture..\n\n.. When the Oriate had gently set the small platter on the round-shaped table, the smell was much milder than what Arthur had experienced. Scent of scallion and minced meat overcamed by the strong smell of stone-baked pastry. Oriates do have a stronger sense of smell, after all. The Priest took pleasure of it, not being a fan of overly smelly food. While others savour over it, it just makes her crave it again after she takes off. Setting her right hand's fingers on her lips, she moved her hand forward and slightly down as thanks, a smile evident on her features.\n\n\"*Grateful.*\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Emiko was silently celebrating in the corner... You see, she gets nervous and embarrassed easily! Strange how she decided that she wanted to be the maid... But oh well, she did so anyways, much to her own delight. She likes doing new things... But she gets terrified easily too! Scary man with weapon... She had to not make him mad. \n\nAnyways, as they consume their food, Emiko silently went to write their bill onto a scrap piece of paper! She was proficient in doing inventory! Mostly because she has been doing it for at least a century. Some may call her an ancient fox, but she is really just... A lonely fox. No one has ever asked her \"How are you?\" :c \n\nSeemed like Arthur racked up quite the bill! 34c! Micaiah was second, going at 15c! Who will win the food of? Unless... Someonr decided to show up and buy out her entire wine stock! Lets hope that doesn't happen... But anyways, in preparation, she peered into an empty barrel, which was once full of wine, starting the... Laborious job of... Filling it up.\n\nShe whistled a soft tune about... Well, food. Specifically, fish! She likes fish, but she can't get fish because she is too far from the coast. She is sad. She wants to be able to chew on fish again. Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!*\n\n\"Fish~ Fish~ Fishley Fish~!\" \n\n*All this talk of food was making her hungry... Her stomach growled and... She wanted food... But she must wait until her patrons are done before she consumes food! But how long will they take... Arthur ordered a lot... And Micaiah ordered something... She had to rack up prices a bit... Income is slow... Not many people are coming here. Maybe a few more copper?*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline arrives at the wooden establishment as well, full of pride and brandishing a radiant smile. She saunters up beside a stranger looking to gain entry as well.** \"Afternoon stranger!...Oriate*Cheese* Café? Is It open?\" **She asks, as she reads the sign. Marceline also drops her hood.** \"You're not going to pickpocket me are you?\"" }, { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "Michael had approached the unfamiliar shop that had an enticing aroma emitting from it. The man had entered the building, the smell being enriched further just from entering it. He moved towards the back of the restraunt, a small woman ordering in front of him. Michael crossed his arms and heard her ask if she would've been pickpocketed. He scoffed and shook his head at the question she asked the woman, the bigger male silently waiting" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Ignored, Marceline scoffs, following the man Inside, she strolls slower than he does however, so she can bask In the savory aroma, honey to her senses. She takes a sharp Inhale.** \"Ahhh. Cheese Café. Let's see!\" **Then, Marceline Is back next to the strange man, who sort of towers over her.**\n\n\"Oi! You can't be *That* Large and not make a peep, chum.\" **She goads the stranger.**" }, { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "**\"And why is that?\"**\n\nMichael asked, looking down at her. He had been standing there silently, sure, but everyone had their own right to do what they pleased without harming others or breaking any laws, right? He had chuckled a little and glanced back down at the woman, before looking back to the counter.\n\n**\"Would you like to order first then so I can brood while I wait?\"**" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline chortles at the stranger, she nods In agreement as well.** \"That's more like It. Sure, I'll have... Hmm.\" ``Assuming there Is a menu on display.`` **Her eyes scan the menu, searching for the best looking Item. A decision Is made.** \"Emiko's Cheese Pie sounds delectable. With... Bubble Water?...That's right.\"\n\n**Marceline sighs In content. She turns to face the stranger again, even pats him on the arm friendly-like.** \"What about you mate?\"" }, { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "Michael scoffed as she had seemed to think she had corrected him, leaning against the back wall while waiting for the stranger to finish ordering. Once she did so, she had turned to him and even pat his shoulder. Huh. He got up off the wall and approached the counter, looking over the counter and to the left and then the right, looking for anyone. He called out for a moment, just in case. Maybe Marcie would have to reorder again." }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*Emiko heard the call, hastily wiping her hands off from... Well, using magic. It was a messy process, which was kept clean by medieval technology, which brings us to our sponsor, Raid Sha- Anyways, she appeared out of the kitchen, approaching the two.\n\nThe maid was quite short, wearing what seems to be a generic Victorian style maid dress. Black with the white frilly bits. Not an early clothings expert, rather a weapon's expert! Well... Only European weapons. She also seemed... Well, not human! Her hair was a rich silvery white, while her eyes shine like rubies in the moonlight. That... Doesn't make her not human you say? Well, she also has... A pair of fluffy fox ears and... A very bushy and fluffy looking tail. Most definitely a kitsune! Those things were rare!*\n\n\"Yahello! Welcome to the Oriate Cheese Café~! How may I help you today?\"\n\n*She asked, gesturing to the board, which had the current iteration of the menu written on. She looked pretty happy to be here! That's a good thing I suppose? As per standard Ferret Ritual, I have posted the menu in if you have missed it. Now back to the original RP.\n\nIt was a basic board with chalk writing on it. She will invest in some... Different mechanism to have a more... Effective and less time consuming board for foods!*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline approaches the counter beside the stranger, she leans against It to greet the peculiar looking maid.** \"Good afternoon, my fine and dandy tailed friend. I think I've made my decision already... Emiko's Cheese Pie! With erh, what ever 'Bubble Water' Is. It's Intriguing.\" **She speaks with a merry smile.**\n\n**Marceline sizes up the maid, particularly Infatuated with the more animal aspects of her.** \"Ahh lovely. I can't put my finger on what race you are... Definetly familiar! Remind me, can you?\"" }, { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "Michael had glanced down to the Kitsune, before looking to his side and seeing his companion lean against the counter alongside him. Michael smirked and allowed the two to discuss, looking through the menu in his time." }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*Stare. Was this person serious? It was incredibly rude to just... Ask about someone's race. Emiko didn't- rather wouldn't- show her reaction to this, rather just brushed off the comment as it was incredibly unprofessional!* \n\n\"I see, one Emiko's Cheese Pie and Bubble Water!\"\n\n*She yelled out to Sutekina! Sutekina probably already heard it as she was... Having some down time! Ah yes, cheese pie... The heavy meal consisting of pie crust, a lot of cheese, and meat curry. \n\nShe motioned towards a table, which followed the pattern of Micaiah to Arthur to Marc. She then looked at the man*\n\n\"Hello sir! What would you like today? Have you completed deciding or would you like to be seated and I'll come back later?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**After a brief moment of mulling over why her question was Ignored, Marceline realizes and regrets her decisions, but what's done Is done.** \"...Yes I'll just have those two Items, thank you!\" **Then Marceline went to the table she motioned at. She takes a seat, and waits, sort of cursing herself In her head.** **\"Damn It Marceline. Think before you speak!\"**\n\n**She huffs.** \"Bollocks.\"" }, { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "Michael had glanced back down at woman and offered a smile to her, leaning against the counter. \n\n**\"Greetings. I was wondering if I could get one serving of Panis Petram and a glass of Emiko's Holy Wine, please?\"**\n\nThe man asked, glancing to her." }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina would've just finished tidying up the kitchen, but would be listening in on the conversations going on outside. Two new customers? Sutekina smiled. Look's like their business was having a pretty good start.* \n\n*She would start prepping the meal before Emiko even yells them out. The bubble water should be simple enough, and Sutekina was pleased that someone actually bought the cheese pie. She was worried that the listed price would deter most people, but it seemed people recoginized good quality food when they see it. Sutekina will be preparing the crust, expecting Emiko to come in shortly to help with the filling. She couldn't wait to see her again in her adorable maid dress and puffy ears and tails*" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"One Panis Petram and a Serving of Holy Wine~!\"\n\nShe yelled out to Sutekina yet again... She needed to somehow... Well, make this more efficient. It's about as efficient as the medieval tax system! \n\nShe motioned towards another table, which was right beside the woman. Free table! Nice table... Wooden table! Seems like Emiko liked her patterns. Who wouldn't? She lived on patterns for over... Well, 230 years!\n\n\"You may be seated over at that table! Be sure to yell out Emiko if you would like to make yet another order!\"\n\nShe said, indeed, going back into the kitchen... To well, help Sutekina cook! You may ask, how would you cook a pie crust without any kind of oven? Well, you kind person, it was simple! You don't need an oven... She got the pie tin, waiting for Sutekina to finish the crust before she filled it up with the juicy steak curry! She allowed it to set for a few moments before... Well, putting on the pounds of cheese! In that all goes into the open flame. Fire tends to be a good cooking thing. While that was being made, Emiko went to work on the dough... Still having some excess, she used that dough to make some quick bread and... Plated it the same! The cheese pie would... Take a while.*\n\n*Meanwhile, as that was cooking, Emiko ran to the back to harvest the bubble water and... Holy wine. The bubble water was... Quite a potent drink! Very fizzy... Very acidic. In comparison, the Wine was verys strong, having a deep and rich flavour. It had a strange royal purple colour and some golden dots inside. Truly a luxury drink! Both of these were 1 liters! \n\nAfter a few moments, she came out of the kitchen, holding two drinks and a small plate with the man's flat bread. She placed the bubble water on the woman's table, saying,\n\n\"Your meal will be ready in a few minutes!\"\n\nBefore she went off to give the man his drink and flat bread... That was a lot of bread for the price he payed!\n\n\"Hope you enjoy your meal!\"\n\nAnd with that, she went back to the kitchen to... Watch the cheese pie... Well... Bake/broil/cook!" }, { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "Michael watched Emiko wander over to the woman from earlier, dropping off her drink. She then made her way towards someone else, giving them their meal. Michael smiled and nodded thanks as she seemed to take his order, along with saying so before disappearing in the back. He had approached the table the stranger was seated at, yawning a bit. Just a bit though.\n\n**\"Would you mind if I sat here?\"**\n\nMichael questioned, glancing to Marceline as he kept a raised brow, awaiting her answer." }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur, in the meantime, was there listening to the entire conversation unfold from his seat. He was getting progressively closer and closer to scarfing and gorging on his plate as the various aromas filled his nose with an entire arsenal and army of luxurious smells, savory scents, and the overwhelmig smell of fried cheese and bread that accompanied the plate. Though, his tranquil-ish state would be interrupted as more customers entered the store, and bringing about them a great deal of noise as compared to earlier. When it was just him and that girl from earlier, he could enjoy his meal in peace and silence, but now that there were additional customers, that silence was snatched and torn away from him as he heard loud, deafening bellows from the entranceway. His wide eyes suddenly became cold again, and he set down the cheese pie he had began to pick up. He glared towards the doorway, in a harsh manner, letting the newcomers get a glance at his quick, displeased stare before he turned back towards his food. Sighing to himself, he finally opened his mouth wide, picking up Emiko's cheese pie once more, holding it up to his mouth.*\n\n*He let the smells and aromas radiate off of the pie into his wide open mouth, letting the tastes of the air envelop his jaw and tongue as a mixture of fried, oily bread was combined in with the taste of aged, finely made cheese. Oh boy, if this was how it tasted when he held it up to his mouth, how would it taste once he sunk his fangs into it? He began to drool slightly in anticipation. His mouth started to water slightly, but with one of his sleeves, he wiped it off; a bit unbecoming for someone like him, but right now, the food smelled too good to care. Finally, after much apprehension and excitement, he bit into the food, a loud, heavenly crunching sound being made as the pie crust gave way to his teeth.*\n\n*The first thing that he tasted was the divine, savory goodness of the cheese that lay beneath the pie crust spilling out into his mouth. It was melted, hot, and simply delicious. It filled the right side of his mouth, expanding and expanding as he chewed into it. After the first chew, he had stopped momentarily, unvoluntarily making an* \"Ooo~!\" *Sound. The crunchiness of the bread outside, combined with the cheese filling, was most likely enough to satisfy the most demanding of critics, connoiseurs, and the like. The squishiness of the cheese balanced out perfectly with the crunch and crispiness of the bread, a feeling that was simply... Godlike. However, that was not the end. As he put the cheese pie back down on his plate to admire the melody of tastes that were happening in his mouth, the scent of spiced meat became overwhelming, so much so that he had to look down at the pie once more.*\n\n*From the place he had bitten spilled forth a great, delectable pile of spiced meat, meat whose aroma simply filled his nose, expanding it and conquering his sense of smell so that the only thing he could get wind of was the meat, and only the meat, in it's entirely. It was way too good for what it cost, no, for what it WAS, and so Arthur, quickly gulping down the last of the cheese-bread combo, picked the pie up once more, taking another quick chomp out of the pie as the meat juices quickly swarmed and filled his small mouth. It was beefy, porky, and contained a plethora of spices that simply brouht pure delight to his taste buds. This, combined with the backdrop of bread and cheese brought forth the finest combination to ever grace Arthur's mouth. It was delicious, savory, and overall, simply amazing. Eyes sparkling as his eyes darted from his food, back to Emiko, and back to the kitchen, he would exclaim in a semi-loud voice:*\n\n\"By the gods... This is amazing! Emiko, what did you even put in this? It's one of the best damn things I've ever eaten! And I came from a noble house, at that! How did you make this? No, who made this? I simply have to know, so I can give them my compliments!!\"" }, { "author": "Sutekina", "message": "*Hearing the 2nd order come in, Sutekina would panic slightly. 2 customers at a time seemed to be their limit for now, and even that was pushing it. It would be difficult to take anymore with their current staff. She knew Emiko was against hiring other people, wanting this to be more of a family business but perhaps magic can be used to aid them? Sutekina would contemplate this idea for a moment but then go back to work. She would have to discuss the details further with Emiko after today, but perhaps using magic to create helpers or maybe more hands can make their work easier.*\n\n*While she was finishing off the curst, she would see Emiko walk in and sequel in delight. There she was, all dressed up with her beautiful silver hair. She was so amazing, taking on orders and helping her cook despite it being Sutekina's job. She had to work harder and prove herself a good hardworking sister. She would hand over the crust to Emiko and get started on the Panis Petram, getting the eggs, yogurt, and bread ready just like she saw Emiko do it*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline accepts her drink, she waves away Emiko.** \"Thank you! This'll be a new drink for me. Just look at It... All... Bubbly.\" **She states the obvious, chuckling. Now she glances up at the stranger from earlier! Her expression turns smug, she holds her drink close and nods.**\n\n\"I don't mind at all. I always welcome company.\" **Marceline says, going to sip from her drink. She looks Into the water, seeing the bubbles, It perplexes her!** \"I've never heard of water with... Bubbles such as these before. Cheers!\" **She exclaims, then takes copious amounts of gulps.** ``Assuming It's like a modern-day carbonated drink, this Is a very unwise decision, but the poor girl Is Ignorant about It!``\n\n**It happens fast, the beverage fills her mouth, bubbling, a cacophony of crackling boggles Marceline's senses but that's not all, the pain on her cheeks and In her throat Is completely new, she coughs profusely.**\n\n\"Akcch!! What In blahaaahaazes?!\" **She hisses.** \"My water Is *Attacking* Me from the Inside!\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*While the man was enjoying his meal, Emiko was... Doing the labour intensive work of... Cooking this bloody pie! She definitely underpriced her pie... It should be at least... Well, 10 more copper? Maybe 20 more... She thinks she miscalculated. She definitely forgot labour costs. \n\nAnyways, she kept stoking and feeding the fire more... Firewood, waiting for the pie to... Obviously finish cooking. How did she do this you may ask? Well, it's uhh.. When the top turns brown! The top was, of course, all cheese! \n\nWith it being cooked, she took a short break of well, drinking some of her bubble water! You see, it was mighty strong, Emiko's tail and ears shooting out like a bolt from a 1500lbs crossbow! Very VERY strong indeed. Sutekina should give it a try! \n\nAnyways, she took out the pot hastily to preserve her hands from burning. She just used a lot of cloth to keep her hands from burning you see? Onto the cooking top it goes as Emiko goes and contemplates... Well, how to remove it from the damn pot! \n\nYou see, she reckoned that... If she flipped it over onto a large plate, it should work! And that's what she did! She took out a large plate, flipping it over onto it... Unlike Arthur's dish, this one meal took up the whole plate. There's a MASSIVE difference between a heavy meal and a light meal! \n\nShe seemed to have some difficulty carrying the dish outside of the kitchen onto Marc's table, but she managed anyways. She bowed to the woman, saying,*\n\n\"Please enjoy your meal!\"\n\n*Immediately after that, Emiko heard the Man's Exclamation, approaching him with a smile. She gave him a bow as well, thanking him*\n\n\"Thank you for your complements. My sister and I are the ones who cook and run this establishment. If you would like, you may enter and thank my sister yourself\"" }, { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "Michael had seated himself as Marceline approved his request, seating himself across from her. He pulled the chair out and sat, glancing to the small woman that sat across from him. He leaned back a bit, sighing softly. It was past noon and he was feeling drained. This atmosphere quickly changed though when Marceline coughed at the drink, causing Michael to grin slightly. \n\n**\"I take it you've never had something like that, no?\"**\n\nHe questioned with a snicker as she had began to recover from the drink. Michael looked to her as she still seemed offset from the drink, raising a brow.\n\n**\"So, stranger. What's your name?\"**\n\nMichael realized the pair didn't even know each other. So, he figured he'd ask to get formalities over with." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline recovers from her bout of coughing fast, she sets down the bubbly water for now, a tad bit afraid of It. She looks at her new friend, and nods sheepishly.** \"Mmh, never. It's not disgusting, just... New. Drinks are supposed to be *Not* Painful, you see?\" **She sighs.**\n\n\"I'm Marceline. Pleasure to meet you!...And I hope you weren't put off my by Initial display earlier. I take pride In being extroverted and friendly, hmm? You were just quiet. I wanted to err, push you In the right direction per se.\"" }, { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "**\"I was in the right direction. I think you pushed me off path, actually.\"**\n\nHe grinned, glancing to her as she set the drink aside, looking somewhat fearful. \n\n**\"Pleased to meet you as well. My name is Michael. I'm glad that you aren't always like that then.\"**\n\nHe gave a smile to her and leaned back, blinking twice. \n\n**\"What is it that you do, Marceline? For your occupation?\"**" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline takes a moment to appreciate her meal's display, It seems artisan crafted, and extra cheesy much to her nostrils' delight. Emiko Is met with a smile.** \"Outstanding! You have my gratitude. It smells utterly delectable, I'm sure Its of high quality.\"\n\n**Then, her attention returns to Michael, he's met with a smirk.** \"What do *I* Do? Simply put, *Almost* Anything, for a price, you see? Call me what you will, Mercenary, Sellsword, adventurer, you know. Now excuse me while I violently attack this pie.\"" }, { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "**\"I'll leave you to it then.\"**\n\nMichael replied, allowing her to eat the meal she had paid for. It looked rather huge in size, and he doubted her appetite. Although, not entirely. Michael leaned back and silently glanced to the table, before back at Emiko as she was tending to another table. He scratched at his chin, crossing his arms.\n\n**\"A sellsword? I can relate. That's essentially my profession as well.\"**" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Midday. Normally a busy time, people lazily wandering for a noontime meal. Not Yakaiyo. Her bright blue eyes wandered around the city, as stormy as a hurricane. Her elaborate bow was drawn with an arrow, the sharp head glinting in the light. Her clothes, however, would be torn and lacerated, not to the point of rags, but enough to show that she had been in combat recently. Her feet lay bare, not being too cut up on the cobblestones, surprisingly. A crossbow bolt had embedded itself in her side, not bleeding out, but painful to remove.*\n\n*There. The bright light from the cobblestones revealed a blond, long haired figure. The faint figure of a crossbow could be seen, as she ducked around a corner. She saw a relatively small building, with bright lights on inside. Refuge. After a week of running from the elves, this finally seemed like a place she could rest. She opened the door using her knee, the bow drawn, but not raised.*" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*The scene, as you know it, is... Well, now 4 people sitting at tables, all with food, a single kitsune maid, and well... Another Oriate in the kitchen doing stuff! Simple as that. There was a board with the written on it. It was quite peaceful in there... Warm and homey... Well lit... The only sketchy and scary person was Arthur!*" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo", "message": "*Yakaiyo's eyes would dart around the room, finding the only danger to be the dark haired Oriate with a sword. She would sigh, and place the arrow back in her quiver. She would stay on guard though, the bow not yet sling over her shoulder. She asked the Kitsune maid* \n\n\"Is this place safe?\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*Emiko being the ever so calm person she was, would look at the woman with the smile. She didn't... Stare at the bolt in her side... Definitely didn't stare! Not at all!*\n\n\"Yeah, it should be safe! Anyone who decides to cause trouble will not be in existence once I'm done\"\n\n*She said, having a very... Grim message conveyed in a strangely happy tone! Interesting*" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo", "message": "*She would sigh in relief. She would sling her bow over her shoulder and walk over to a table far away from the others. She looked very tired, her face extremely pale, her black hair messy, her walk slow, with short steps. After sitting down, she would yank out the crossbow bolt from her side, careful not to spill blood on the floor. She didn't want to encumber others with her troubles. In truth, she wished that she had someone to lie on. Her throat was parched, and her stomach went empty. She hadn't eaten for a week, or had water for a day, yet the pain was somewhere else. She groaned as the bolt was pulled out, and a blue light emitted from her pendant.*\n\"Uhhh... What's here?\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"There's a lot here, but all of them are written on the board over there\"\n\n*She said, motioning towards THE MASSIVE BLOODY BOARD.*" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo", "message": "\"Wine please. The strongest you have.\"\n\n*She brought out 40 silver coins and laid them on the table. Any normal person would have ordered a meal by not eating for a week, with growing stomach pains, but they were ignored. She looked at the nearby lights, and remembers, the elves with their torches and magic storming her home, calling for death. Her heart aches as she remembers her husband, Hakaze, telling her to go. She's trying her best not to cry right now, currently succeeding, but barely.*" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*She nodded to the woman, taking the 40 silver coins... Strange order... But oh well! 40 servings of wine!\n\nEmiko bowed to the woman, running to the bloody well... Back, picking up a well... 40 liter barrel... And a large mug. Seems like a person can drink?\n\nShe kinda... Pushes it towards the woman... Placing it onto the table with the cup. Oh well, they can choose what to drink!*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline begins to pick at her food, she starts with a morsel of pie crust. It's savory, delicious, she closes her eyes and relishes In Its flavor. It's definitely a better feeling than the bubbly water, which Itself wasn't terrible, just the fact It was entirely new to her palate.**\n\n**Any doubts Michael may have about Marceline's appetite are folly, the gal has been eating rations of jerky and fruits for weeks! This meal Is definitely doomed. She grins, smacking her lips at the taste.** \"Ohm—Mhm. Mmmhm. Jussh ashsh I sthought. Cheeshy. Vewry.\" **She speaks with her mouth full, It's followed by a gulp at last.**\n\n\"Pardon me. Sellsword, hmm? Two sellswords walk Into a Cheese Café~..\" **Marceline begins to tell a joke, but seemingly... Abandons It, so she can sip from her Bubbly Water; It serves her better, washing down the food. She continues to dine, like she's not eaten In weeks.**" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo", "message": "*Slender fingers grasp the barrel, and carefully let loose a stream of gold and purple wine. It seems different than normal, but she doesn't pay attention. She picks up the mug, and drains the entire thing. She honestly is a lightweight, but she just wants to forget, the fear that she felt being chased, the sorrow when she lost Hakaze. 'Maybe, just maybe, he'll come back. You didn't see him fall, he might have escaped.' Deep down inside though, she knew there was no way Hakaze would come out alive from the elven horde. Her hands start to violently shake, and she doesn't know whether it's anger or grief, as tears start to build up in the corners of her eyes.*\n\n*The wine was strong, stronger than any alcohol that she had had, which honestly isn't saying much. However, she knew that even Hakaze would have a hard time trying to stay sober after this. The flavor of the drink was splendid, coating her tongue in a powerful flavor. No remark was made. She continued to drink, 2,3,4. This was probably more than her husband had ever drank at once, and she, a lightweight, had just finished what seems like several bottles of wine. She drinks more, hoping that the pain and sorrow will fade away, even for a moment, but the drink only amplifies the feeling. Tears start to trickle now, but she keeps in the sobs, not wanting to disturb the other customers.*" }, { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "Michael had snickered at the joke, shaking his head.\n\n**\"That's funny. And original.\"**\n\nHe didn't seem to mind that she had forgotten her manners for a second as she talked with a mouthful, before pardoning herself. \n\n**\"What's the hardest thing you've been sent to kill, being a sellsword? Creature or human.\"**\n\nHe asked." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline Is sure to actually finish chewing before she answers his question. With a hard gulp, she wipes her mouth off.** \"Mmph—Oh err, that would beeeee... Off the top of my head...\" **She takes a brief moment to really think, despite saying off the top of her head.** \"... Nothing too monstrous, actually. Say for... In the mind. I had a mission once, where I had to participate In the capture and killing of a very undesirable predator type man. Very sadistic and Ill-mannered.\"\n\n**She chuckles.** \"He got what was coming to him.\"" }, { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "**\"Well, that's good that he got what he deserved.\"**\n\nMichael said, watching the woman think on his question before responding. Michael had adjusted the way he was sitting before finding a different comfortable spot on the chair.\n\n**\"Has anyone ever been paid to kill you?\"**" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline had just continued her meal, when Michael asked the question. She makes him wait a full moment, and sipping of her drink, before the next one Is answered. She finishes chewing.** \"A few, yes. I don't particularly like traveling to Kadho anymore because of It. Bad characters there!\" **She nods.** \"What about you, oi? How long've you been In the lifestyle. What's the closest *You've* Been to meeting your maker?\"" }, { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "Michael had sat in a somewhat long wait before she responded, basically taunting him with how long she took to reply. \n\n**\"I see. There have been a few times I came close to dying. It's something that I accepted though. I'm not entirely scared of it. What scares me is how random or sudden it could happen. There have been a few times I came close to dying. The scariest and closest one was probably a Werewolf that had made its den underneath an abandoned town. The town was nestled on top of the cave. I was hired to go in and kill it.\"**" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Hired to go and kill It alone? Bloody hell mate, I'd have demanded a partner.\" **Marceline takes another bite out of her meal, this time she does not take an exaggerated amount of time to consume It.**\n\n\"Oh and, about... Death. I completely relate to you about that. The scary aspect of fate Is that you can meet yours at any time. Just a while ago, when I asked you If you were going to pickpocket me? That was sort of an Inside joke for myself. You see, I came from the Salvania Inn Tavern before I came here. There, I met some Vampire fellow at the bar, his name Is Franco, wherever the no good bastard Is.\" **She sneers, regaling onward.**\n\n\"Anyways, he flattered me, I let my guard down and allowed him to get close—close enough to swindle me! The sly fiend fondled my waist while calling my eyes beautiful. Little did I know, he finessed my silver coin pouch! I only found out when he so urgently had to leave. On his way out the clumsy bumhead knocked over a drunkard, and then, I seen what was In his hands. My silver pouch.\" **She leans forward.**\n\n\"...I chased the runner down, a ways away from the Tavern, and confronted him head on! He had the audacity to challenge *Me* To a duel. Folly him. He pulled out a long sword, I pulled out *My* Weapons.\" **Marceline pat-pats each side of her waist, where her weapons are sheathed. A Short Sword and Dagger.** \"He was Incredibly sluggish. A quick parry and riposting thrust did him In! I cut his chest! He gave up. And I have my money back!\"\n\n**She leans back, seeming to be finished with the story and her food, which there Is about a slice of left.** \"Dueling Is my forte.\"\n\n**Marceline hides a hearty belch In her hands.** \"Ugh. Anyways, what I'm trying to get It, Is that I just wanted to enjoy a mug of Ale. By random chance I am pickpocketed and challenged to a duel that could have ended my life! Isn't that just... Uncanny. Twenty-Five year old me, who's survived this long, dead to a cheeky thief? Rubbish!\"" }, { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "**\"That would have been a pretty crude way to die if that had gone wrong. But, you didn't! You're here now, and we're sharing stories. You seemed to do well.\"**\n\nMichael replied, listening to her story with interest. He folded his hands and nodded, yawning softly." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Precisely. But I'll be damned If I'm ever going to let myself die to such cockamamie bullshite.\" **Marceline reaches Into her silver pouch and counts 16 silver coins. She places them on the table, expecting Emiko herself to come and claim the payment along with the gratuity.** \"What are your preferred weapons?\"" }, { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "**\"I have a sword, a kite Shield, and a crossbow I use. I prefer my sword and shield.\"**\n\nMichael said, crossing his arms and glancing to her. \n\n**\"I'm assuming you prefer to use your short sword?\"**" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Both, actually. I utilize them both. Dual blades for deadly dancing partners! My short sword, I use her for making heavier advances. Thrusts, parries, blocking, and deep plunges. My dagger? I use her to follow up, slicing at body parts, drawing blood, weakening fortitude.\" **Marceline looks around for a moment, seeing the rest of the restaurant, and some venomous stares.** ``She also doesn't bother mentioning her appended hand-crossbow. It's the first thing most people see when seeing her front anyway, It's so boasted!``\n\n\"You know, we've been getting glared at ever since we walked Into this place.\"" }, { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "**\"No, I didn't know. From who?\"**\n\nMichael asked, dropping his voice a bit as he looked to her, tilting his head. He did indeed look to the crossbow, praising its looks." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Come on. You can just... Panorama around. They look a tad angry.\" **Marceline gestures with her shoulder, to a sitting Arthur, who's sat somewhere else.** \"I'm not particularly In the mood for It either. Would you like to head out? Leave our pay?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "**\"Hm. I guess so. We were probably loud.\"**\n\nMichael muttered, scanning the room. He shrugged and sat back, looking to her.\n\n**\"If you want to leave we can.\"**" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline nods her head, agreeing. She then scoots her chair back and stands, moving away from the table, which she's left a few morsels of pie, and a few drinks of bubbly water left along with 16 silver coins.** \"Come on then! I've had my fill. It was most delicious.\"\n\n**She makes sure to take a glance at Arthur directly, staring back at them. For reasons unknown, Marceline winks at him, then turns away waiting for Michael.** \"To the exit. There can't be anything else worthwhile for us here.\"" }, { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "Michael slowly stood up, scanning the faces inside the shop before looking to the table at what had been left.\n\n**\"Very well then.\"**\n\nHe stretched before following along with the rather strange and unknown woman." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline ambles toward the Cafe's exit swiftly, no hurry, It just seems to be her usual walking pace. She makes It outside, then struts away from the building with Michael presumably by her side or behind her some ways.** \"Alright! I don't know about you mate but my next destination Is Mirgova, It's by... Mirgov River, If you know the place.\"\n\n**Marceline says, before she look up at the sky, putting a hand flat above her eyes so the sun doesn't tarnish her sight.** \"It's West, maybe... Three days journey at quick pace. I suppose my visit can wait, If you've got somewhere to be sooner?\" (" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo", "message": "*10 drinks in. The alcohol is starting to take effect. Her vision becomes blurry, her body shaking violently. She starts to see things, the world warping around her. Her tears are running now, and she stifles the sobs by drinking more, which only increases the emotion.*\n\n*20 drinks in. Her vision is now extremely blurry, and can't see clearly 3 feet in front of her. The world, for some reason, is blue, and she isn't in the restaurant anymore. She thinks she's hallucinating, which is a sure sign she drank far too much. Then, she sees Hakaze sitting across the table from her. She opens her mouth, but no words come out. Hakaze speaks \"Now now. You've had far too much for tonight. Too much for me, even. You're going to pass out soon, so remember, stay limp. It'll prevent further injury. Remember, I love you.\" Her vision turns dark as she falls to the floor, unconscious, and landing with an audible thud*" }, { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "Michael had begun to follow Marcie out, pausing at the door as he heard a thud.\n\n**\"You hear that?\"**\n\nMichael questioned, stopping suddenly as he looked back into the store. \n\n**\"Should we go look?-\"**" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline turns around as well, she peers at the door, and a ways Inside, having heard the thud along with Michael. She groans, she grumbles, she walks back over.** \"Blimey me. Sounds like a body hitting the wood. Think someone's all knackered In there from the tap?\" **She asks Michael.**" }, { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "**\"Now isn't a time for jokes.\"**\n\nHe replied, shooting her a look. Not a rude one, but one that reminded her to keep focused and to be mature. He walked past their table as he glanced around the restraunt, catching eye of their table. He silently swore under his breath, leaving Five silver pieces on the table for his meal and drink. Hopefully no one saw that he had forgotten to pay. Michael moved to the counter, glancing around.\n\n**\"It did sound like something hitting the ground though, that's for sure.\"**" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline has the mind to correct her friend for his false understanding, but she decides against It, and follows him back Into the Oriate Cheese Cafe. The first thing Marceline after some thorough looking, Is a person comatose!** \"Folly you, Michael did you *Really* Miss *That?*\" **Marceline points out the body, then steps over to It.**\n\n\"Look, just as I said, knackered on the tap.\" **Marceline kneels, and prods the girls body gently.** \"Oi... She looks done In dunnit? She's out cold.\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The woman would lie unconscious, wearing tattered blue robes, with a beautifully ornate bow slung over her shoulder as well as a quiver of arrows. She would be barefoot, surprising in the city. Her hair was messy, and she was thin, too thin. Her face was extremely pale, and it seemed like she hadn't been taking care of herself.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline makes a quick Inspection on the girls attire, and state. She furrows her brow and mulls over what to do about It. Ultimately, she decides to turn her over onto her back** ``Assuming she was previously faceplanted.`` **And move her head around. Marceline knows a thing or two about being Inebriated, especially to such a degree.** \"Heavens... If I didn't know any better, I'd say we should start digging a grave.\"\n\n**Then Marceline makes an attempt at waking the drunk up!** \"Oi, come on. Come on lass... Up!\" **She lightly taps the woman's cheek.**" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo", "message": "*Darkness. Only darkness. Yakaiyo's mind was fuzzy, and she wasn't able to think straight. She had far too much alcohol. Only one word went through her mind. \"Hakaze.\" Turns out she was saying that while unconscious, not that others knew what it meant. She felt a hand on her cheek, and realized, she had passed out in the middle of a restaurant. 'Wake up! Someone's here.' She couldn't though, her mind far to clouded. She would stir only slightly, those around her seeing her now open, glazed eyes, and her mouth repeating the same word, 'Hakaze.'*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline remains kneeled over the girls body, tilting her head at the new movements, and the repeating of the same word.** \"Ahh, here she Is. Coming back from the fray of Intoxication. Welcome back madam... Madam?\" **She claps her hands, above the girls face, trying to bring her back to full consciousness.** \"Tally-hooo! Come to? Wakey wakey, sound off!\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur would have finished his food by this time, savoring the last bits of meat, cheese, and other delectable goodnesses that he had ordered. He could still taste the various spices of the meat in one of his meals, could feel the tastes dance and coerce eachother into a melody that elevated his taste buds to transcendent levels, a symphonic elegy composed of ingredients that simply caused his sense of food-pleasure to ascend and rise beyond human amounts. Yes, this was indeed food to excite over; the materials and resources were so finely cooked and baked together that they complimented the other in ways never thought possible by the kitsune; it was like a ball of different aromatic flavors, each of which twirled and gyrated in perfect balance with one another. Flavors colliding dramatically, powerfully, while also having some backdrops in the background that added to the mix, not too overwhelming, but at the same time, a part of the overall balance that made allmof the dishes so beautifully wonderful. He would be finished with his meal at this point, wiping the corners of his mouth with his arm.*\n\n*However, in this time, he would notice an odd woman laying unconscious on the floor in front of him. He couldn't tell exactly what race she was at the moment, and she seemed to be out cold; a reflection that mirrored those that he saw in pubs and bars of people who were beat up silly, giving way to their injuries and being knocked to the ground quite violently. Though, from the looks of it, there didn't seem to be a conflict while he was in the store; he would have heard it, and obviously would have reacted to it. Probably by putting both fighters out of commision, but hey - it gotmthe job done, didn't it?*\n\n*Glancing back at his table, he would notice that he had a great deal of bubble water left in his glass. Almost 3/4 full, actually. He would take a small sip out of the glass, the strong carbonation of the drink causing his eyes to widen with surprise as he grasped his throat lightly with his hand. He hadn't expected this taste from when he first drank it, and he imagined that he never would get used to it. Gagging minimally, he would pick up the glass, and walk over to where another woman was kneeling over the girl's body. Casually, he strode over, and dumped the entirety of the contents of the glass onto the girl's head, causing water to spill all across the floor, soaking into her hair and clothes. He didn't look bothered at all by this fact; instead, he was quite curious as to see the woman's response.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline was still kneeling over the woman, who's barely coming back to the realm of reality. A stranger saunters over and has the audacity to waste perfectly good bubbly water on drenching the poor girls face! Marceline stands up fast, and backs away. She gasps.** \"What In blazes, man! Are you mad!?...I suppose that's *One* Way to wake a person up.\"\n\n**She chortles.** \"Well now madam, that ought to do It! Back to the reality comes you!\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo", "message": "*The clap is heard, but not clearly. Yakaiyo only hears the loud noise, and she freaks out. Something's above her, and she's more vulnerable than a tied down deer with a crippled leg. Then, she feels it. A cold current, straight on her face. The water plasters her hair to the side of her face, and her robes to her skin. She panics, and fires a watery blue bolt in the direction of where the water came from, scrambles back and attempts to stand up, only to fall back to the floor on her back.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur had already taken a step back just as the woman on the floor, who was presumably unconscious, had fired a water bolt towards his direction. As if completely by instinct, his battle senses quickly kicked into play, and he reached for his sword; though, it wasn't there, seeing that it had been left at his table where the rest of his stuff was. His eyes jetting quickly back towards the woman, he saw her scramble away and attempt to get back onto her own two feet, but quickly falling back down onto the floor with a loud thunk. A slight groan would be heard from that direction, but Arthur still remained wary; perhaps this was a bounty hunter sent in from New Sunlight with the aims to capture him; or even worse, it was a government official sent to kill him! Either way, shit was starting to look a bit sketchy in the cafè. Still wary, he would walk slowly back to his seat, taking out his coin pouch, allthewhile not letting the woman's figure escape his visage. Strapping his scabbard back onto his waist, adjusting it so that it fit perfectly and comfortably, he would call out as he put on his backpack:*\n\n\"Emiko! I'm ready for the bill!\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Although the bolt of magic was not aimed at Marceline, her own reflexes kick In and she ducks away, and watches the girl fail to recover from her unable state.** \"Bollocks!!...What a hellish mess. Come on lass, you're almost with us.\" **Says Marceline, who returns to lean over the girl, even offering her a hand to help stand up with.** \"Let's get you situated, cleaned up and all the goods. You look worse for the wear—and I say that with care and concern.\"\n\n**Marceline's hand stays extended, for the girl to take, should she need It.**" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*Emiko walked out of the kitchen... With a very scary look. You see, someone just fired magic in her building. She was smiling of course, but this was the smile a mother would give to her child if they were being especially naughty but she couldn't yell at them... Yet! \n\nShe was also... Fiddling with a knife, which was still in it's scabbard... Scary. She took out a paper from her book with the bill... 34c. Very underpriced for what it is!*\n\n\"34c copper please! And be sure to... Refrain from creating chaos in my shop~. I tend to... Terminate those who do\"\n\n*She said, having that... Rather scary voice. She didn't... Reveal what she was able to do, but with that amount of balls she had, she probably could do a lot!*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Arthur shivered. The look that Emiko had given off as she exited the kitchen was quite terrifying indeed; it sent chills down his spine, and he was an undead vampire! He was supposed to be used to the cold! Though, the gaze she had given off made his stark-white blood run impossibly cold as she radiated a cold, killer's smile. For some reason, she was also fooling around with a knife, which he noticed as well. It was scary, but not scary enough to keep him paralyzed with complete and utter fear.*\n\n*Also, 34 copper? That was damn cheap, considering what he ate was basically a 3 - no, 5 - course meal. It was quite the feast, and Arthur could barely keep it in his stomach. Striding on over to Emiko, he took out four pieces of silver, holding them out in his palm for her to take. Grinning slightly, he also told her in a sort of nervous voice:*\n\n'It... Wasn't me who set off that magic attack. You can blame that girl over there-\" *He pointed towards Yakaiyo's direction.* \"She kinda fired the bolt at me as I *Respectfully* And **Politely** Tried to wake her up from her, ah, nap.\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Yakaiyo's eyes were wild with fear, quickly darting from the male Kitsune, to the robed woman, to the owner of the store, who had threatened to terminate her. She realizes that she just fired magic in a public place, and she realizes who is looking for her. Shit. She quickly scans the room for a blond figure with a fair face, and is relieved to see none. Her hand had wandered to her quiver, and quickly pulls it back. She didn't want to cause any more chaos than she already had. Passing out, then using magic. Perfect way to draw unwanted attention. She clumsily picks herself up using a nearby table to help her, still extremely intoxicated..*\n\n\"I'm sorry. I won't cause any more trouble. Not that I'm in any condition to...\" *She almost collapses again, but catches herself on the table. She turns to the dark-haired Kitsune.* \"You startled me, when drunk. How did you expect a good response?\" *She turns back to the owner* \"Again, I'm sorry. I consumed far more than what I should have...\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Marceline retracts her hand, which along with herself, seemed to be completely Ignored. Her mind clouds with a bout of frustration, and short lived anger, but It subsides swiftly.** \"Right then. Ungrateful bugger.\" **Hisses Marceline, who then turns around and begins to leave the establishment, grumbling under her breath.** \"Uppity... Dunces, the lot of them. Follow me If you'd like to, Michael. I'm off to a trader, then Mirgova.\"\n\n**She tells" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*Most likely for good reason. Emiko was pretty pissed right now! She hated... Well, disruptions! She also hates... Trouble makers! She also... Heard everything the woman said...\n\nIn her free hand, she... Made a small... White fire, which she played around with for a moment before snuffing it out. Fire mage? Interesting... Holy fire??? Ooooooh! But anyways she was pissed. She took the silver and walked back to the... Kitchen to... Put the earned money into a box, which she could share with Sutekina later!* \n\n\"Thank you for visiting and not causing trouble!\"" }, { "author": "indigogo6391", "message": "Michael had watched the whole scene unravel idly since, well, I was gone for quite a bit of it. He watched the stray bolt of magic soar in some direction, missing the stranger. He had separated himself from the group for a bit, and good thing he did since the magic went off. Michael saw Emiko step out, taking someone else's check. He had readied 5 Silver pieces here as well, offering them to her for his food. \n\n**\"Thanks Ma'am. Both me and Marceline had left some money on the table for you.\"**" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo", "message": "*She's very confused now. What just happened? The woman seemed angry seemingly Marceline, with her partner, Michael, not doing much, the owner of the store, presumably Emiko, had summoned a fiery ball of magic. She had angered her, causing chaos in the store. She immediately bows to the owner.*\n\"Sorry, sorry. It won't happen again, I promise. Do you know what I can do with the rest of the wine? It's really good, and I would hate to waste it. Also...\" *She places her hand on the back of her head, looking away sheepishly.* \"I sort of can't afford to waste it.\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "*She sighed, placing the knife back in one of the many folds in her maid dress!*\n\n\"If you have any flask, you can take the rest. You'd have to pay an extra 10s to take the barrel. Simple as that\"" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo", "message": "*Yakaiyo thinks. That's 30 silver worth of drink there, but could she afford to carry it? Probably. 10 silver would probably be better spent getting 30 liters of wine, which probably won't spoil either. She fishes out her coin pouch, and-fuck. 2 gold coins left. She's starving, drunk, homeless, tired and broke. Perfect. To imagine she was once the wife of a noble, it was almost laughable now. A tear formed in her eye, but quickly wiped away.*\n\n\"Do you have any sustainable food? Like some that will be still good to eat after a week? I'll pay the 10 silver, but I don't have change, and I would prefer to not go through the trouble of that.\"" }, { "author": "Emiko the Wine Priestess", "message": "\"We don't carry any extra stocks here. We can give you rolls of cheese... Or... Have you written down so you can refill your... Wine.\"\n\n*She said, pointing at the wine barrel. She guessed that she could probably just... Allow her to pay the gold coin and she could come back and refill the keg!*" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo", "message": "\"I'll just take the cheese. 50 silver worth of cheese, and 40 silver worth of wine when I come back. It'll be a while before I finish it all though. I'm too much of a lightweight. Thank you again, for your hospitality, and willingness to put up with me.\"\n\n*Finally. Two things would be solved. Food and drink. Although being drunk on the streets would probably get her mugged. Hopefully she remembers that fighting style Hakaze taught her.*" }, { "author": "designatedferret1552", "message": "***AIGHT*** *Emiko kinda... Dragged the barrel back to the kitchen... Filling it up with some more wine using her magic... This would already take a while of course! Maybe half an hour... But she also had to get her 50s worth of cheese... And yeah! After at least an hour of... Doing her thing, she returned... With a potato bag and a full thing of wine! \n\nThat's a lot of wine. She put it down with a... Good smacc and... There you go! 50s worth of cheese... And 40s worth of wine! Of course the cheese was put to a maaaassive increase! 3 silver per roll of cheese!*" }, { "author": "Yakaiyo", "message": "\"Again, thank you for putting up with me. I'll get going now, and I'll return soon. That is, if I'm not dead.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo is truly grateful. She hadn't expected everyone to be so helpful. The world, to her, was a confusing mess. Some people, like Hakaze and Emiko, to a certain extent, were willing to help. Others, like the elves, sought out only to destroy the lives of others. 'Then I shall destroy theirs' she thought, as her fist clenched. She bowed to the owner, careful to not reveal her current hate and anger.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Settling down after a 'hard day's work', or whatever. Drinking something strong and not wearing that armour every hour of the day was a good way to relax.\nNo clubs, no knives, no bows, nothing. Just sitting and drinking alone until it's time to sleep in the room she's rented.\nFair to say this isn't the best life Kalisha could have had, but it was the easiest to start off with. Everybody needs a mercenary to start off with, and the pay's good too.\nShe wasn't perfect though... The sting of those elders dying on her watch still hurts. For a moment Kalisha hesitated before taking the final sip of her drink. She sets down the empty bottle and requests another. That had to be her fifth bottle now, and she was hardly showing signs of intoxication. If she was, they were subtle or well-hidden.\nKalisha rests her arms on the bar as she waits for her next drink. Fitting it was easy, especially for Oni like herself (Red Oni) with that ability they have. She doesn't even consider trying to hide her horns though... But nobody really seems to mind.*" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "*Sugar comes in. She looks around the room and takes a sit by her. She order a drink than turns to see Kalisha.*\"Hey,can I touch your horns.They look so touchable.\"*You could see a whip on her side and two daggers on her back.*\"Pretty please. I promise to be gentle.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha slowly turns her head toward the person who sat down next to her and immediately asked to touch her horns. She was taken aback for a moment.\nOn the one hand she would have said no... But what's the harm in it?*\n\"Eh, sure,\" *Kalisha says. She turns a bit in her chair and tilts her head down so Sugar can touch her horns... Weird as it sounds and feels, yeah.*" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "*Sugar touch her horns and laughs*\"This is so cool. My name is Sugar Nightingale and you are?\"*She bite the horns and let go*\"Theses horn sure are tough to bite. Taste weird.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha shudders a bit as Sugar bites on the horns. She has a look of partial disgust on her face from it, and gritted teeth as she tries to hold herself from shaking uncontrollably. It's like when you grind a metal fork against your teeth.\nShe lifts her head back up as Sugar lets go. Kalisha reaches up to her horn where Sugar bit on it, not to make sure she left dents as much as to wipe any saliva or anything off it. Even as someone who spills a lot of blood and guts, minor germaphobic tendencies still exist.*\n\"Hm... Lemme buy you a drink to get rid of the taste then, eh?\" *Kalisha offers... Boldly assuming her horns may have an aftertaste.*" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "\"You need to put posion on those things or some tpye of sleeping dust. That way when you fight someone give a headbutt. You will have a nice few steps ahead of them.\"*She holds up two drinks in front of her.*\"I already have two drinks. Maybe,I should ask you. Do you want one?\"*She takes the other one and chug it down.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Hm... Well that was actually a decent idea, if not for the risk of rain and that the poisons would be contact-based... And soaking into her body through the horns.*\n\"Ah, no I'm already buying my sixth. Just waiting for the bartender to come back.\"\n*Sure enough he would have come back by now, with the bottle opened and drink ready. Kalisha takes the drink into her hand and takes a sip, then sets it down again. Not sure what to say next...*" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "\"I always wonder what's up with the red. Did you murder someone and forget to wash the blood off your body or is that skin color.\"\n\n\"I always wonder what's up with the red. Did you murder someone and forget to wash the blood off your body or is that skin color.\"*She looks at her skin deeply.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*'I'm still red?' Kalisha thinks, looking at her skin again. Turns out she still has a tinge of red in her complexion... Must have not focused on it enough, but she likes it in fact. Maybe she'll keep it this way.*\n\"I'm a Red Oni,\" *Kalisha explains.* \"This is my 'fitting in' form. We have an ability that makes us appear less imposing and scary so we can fit in with everybody else. If I stayed in my normal form, I'd have black and red eyes,\" *Fitting in, she has normal eyes with one blue iris and one green iris,* \"Crimson skin,\" *She now has light tan skin with some red,* \"And I'd be six and a half foot tall,\" *She is 5'9 while fitting in.* \"I prefer to appear somewhat approachable... And to not terrify children.\"" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "*She does a fake pout*\"Aww,but the other forum can be so sexy as well. People like when they kinda face danger. That might kill them or might not kill them. Your shade of red and eyes gives you the sexy look.Makes them want to tame you. \"*She takes another swig and smirk.*\"Red is a passionate color for many people.Honey,you pulled it well.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha turns her head to Sugar as she mentions how 'sexy' her appearance is and how well she 'pulls it off'.\nWas she hitting on her? Like not that Kalisha minded, but what Sugar was saying and the way she was saying it sounded very 'hitting on you' like.*\n\"You... Think so?\" *Kalisha asks.*" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "\"Yes and if you play it off right. I bet you could get free drinks and a lot more other stuffs. I mean look at me. Just by saying my race could get me a lot of things.\"*She giggles*\"Though,I shall never say it in front of a crowd.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha forgot for a moment whether or not she asked if Sugar was hitting on her. She stays silent for a moment to think on it, and realises that she didn't... Which given the context of all the other sentences, made sense.*\n\"Really?\" *Kalisha says, shifting in her seat.* \"Could you write it down for me, my eyes only so nobody reads what it is?\" *She meant it as a joke, but it was still partially a suggestion.*" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "\"Nope. The only way you are getting that. If I have to save your life or you got to save mines. Also,if we ever fight to death. I might have to claw your eyes out or bite into your throat until I tasted blood.\"*She sees Kalisha as a very good friend and she wonders if she could decorate thoses horns.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha chuckles, and seems to admire Sugar's spirit. She does enjoy a bit of 'I'll die before this happens' personality in people. Lets her know how confident and brave they are.*\n\"Hm... Maybe that'll happen one day,\" *She says, taking a sip of her drink.* \"Don't know whether to hope it does or doesn't though.\"" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "\"Which one cause I rarely do death fights. Being that usually one of us have to die. I mean what's the fun in that. I am 21 years old and I want to live my full life,you know.\"*She stands in the chair abit and goes back to touching her horns.*\"You are so cute. I could eat you up.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha thought, and shrugged.* \"Er, neither?\" *She forgot what they were talking about before, especially when Sugar started touching her horns again. Kalisha hopes that she doesn't try to bite her horns, but does turn her head down a bit for her to be more able to reach them.\n'Could eat you up'... Always found that line disturbing, even if it was meant in good faith.*" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "\"You know I went on this one mission where they messed up this other mission I went on a while back,so I warned the guys if you don't leave us alone on this mission. I will eat them. Turns out they didn't listen,so end up having steak that night.Best steak of my life. Moral of the story don't pissed me off or I will feed you to a group of people,feed you your own body parts,or my favorite bake you into a pie and send it to your family... Wait,you should wear a black dress.\"*She let's go and gets down.Dust herself off.*\"We should get you a dress to show off that sweet body of yours.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*She... Eats people. Kalisha just knew that there was something about that. But hey, Drase is full of dangers of all kinds, who cares about a cannibal right? So long as Sugar doesn't try to snack on Kalisha, of course.\nKalisha seemed to either ignore the threats, or not mind them as they weren't really all too 'scary'. No clue which one's which, but Kalisha is used to... That. Hell, the mention of sending Kalisha back to her family made her forget about it entirely.\n'Yeah... Family.'*\n\"Black dress? I do like black,\" *She agrees.* \"Think it'll be good for this form, or the other one? Or both?\"" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "\"You should have one for both. Just in case you go own a nice date and they like that demon forum with it we should have says something like I want to have time,but if things goes super. I want to fuck me like I am your last meal.Than for the other one when you look like human I guess. It should say something like I am super innocence but I got hidden said I would like to show.You look like you need to get some ass abit.\"*She does a friendly nug to her shoulder with hers.*\"Yeah,get you nice lover that grab it like it's a piece of meat or the other way around. \"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"For both? Sounds like a good idea, but I don't want to be imposing,\" *'to people I'm not actively killing', Kalisha thought after that sentence. Her armour and true form are preferable when she's fighting because it makes her look scarier, causes her enemies to make mistakes or hesitate, which is definitely desirable over looking small.\nBut... Maybe that could be used to her advantage. This conversation with Sugar has made Kalisha think of doing 'things for each form'... Like a different weapon. Enchant her armour so it morphs time her shape when she changes, and get another weapon that fits her smaller form. But which weapon? Thoughts for later.\nBut a lover? For a Red Oni, Kalisha is still young. By comparison she's technically juvenile, but she is definitely an 'adult' when it comes to the average of all these races. She can do 'adult stuff', like drink... And other things.*\n\"At this point in my life, I'm not too sure on a long term relationship,\" *Kalisha explains.* \"Maybe occasional encounters, for fun or otherwise, but not a full relationship.\"" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "\"I could said the same as well,but I'm already a widow. I miss my johnny and thick beard along with his short muscular body.\"*She pouts and looks her hands. Thinking of screams and Johnny voice like in a trance. Than shakes her head.*\"What were we talking about again. Hey,did I ever get your name.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha listened to Sugar's story. Sad... Yeah. She knew what it was like to miss somebody. All the little quirks about them.\nShe takes another sip of her drink before answering the question;* \"I'm Kalisha. My 'on the job' name is Ivory... You can call me either.\"\n*Please don't pun and actually call Kalisha 'Either'.*" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "*Sugar was about to called her Either for fun,but respect Kalisha enough to not do it.*\"I am gonna call you Red cause your so bloody cute with your cute horns and killing people. I see we are gonna be close friends.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Red? That's fine I guess,\" *Kalisha says. Though she already has a colour-nickname (Ivory), Red was supposedly alright.\nLet's hope they do become friends. Kalisha definitely needs more of those.*" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "\"Like my mother always said when things get tough.Pray,but instead of pray.We are gonna blow up. I also got our team name Roadhog and Junkrat.Nope, that doesn't sound appealing at all.\"*She was into deep thought.*\"Help me out here,Red.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha snorted at 'Roadhog and Junkrat'. Sounded like a reference to something. She was taken by surprise as Sugar seemed to be coming on pretty quickly about them becoming friends, but like she thought before, Kalisha does need friends.*\n\"I'm... Not sure,\" *She says. Kalisha runs a hand over her face to get some of her ivory-white hair off so she doesn't itch from it, and continues to think a bit.\nShe looks over at Sugar, checking out her black (I assume from your submission's reference image) hair, and came up with an idea;* \"Something about black and white, referencing our hair colours? I have white hair, you have black hair... Maybe we could play on that for a name?\"" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "*The painting don't lie,but she is super curvy and thick,but the amour keeps things tightly in place.She smiles and claps her hands*\"We could be salt and pepper. You are Salt and I am Pepper.A team that looks good and have a nice taste to it.Now,let's do a quest so we can get emotional, have a big fight than come back together.Making our friendship stronger than ever.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha shrugs.* \"I like it. I tend to burn like salt in the wound too,\" *She jokes. She takes a sip of her drink again, already almost having finished it.* \"So... Quest, huh? What kind? Common bounty hunt or something?\"" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "\"Bounty hunting. Sure got one in mind.\"*She starts to go through things to make sure everything is there.*\"I could always do some killing.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha nods.* \"Alright... Want to do it tonight, or tomorrow?\" *She's already bought out a room for tonight, but rooms aren't all that expensive for her to worry about losing her deposit on it.*" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "\"Sure and I probably sleeping in your room cause cheaper.I promise to buy you lunch in the future.Be warn I sleep naked,so thanks bud.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Sure, I was gonna offer to share the room,\" *Kalisha says. She takes the last sip of her drink and sets the bottle down for the last time.* \"You can have the bed.\" *Kalisha would sleep in an arm chair or two-seater lounge, depends on what there is.*" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "\"Okay.Bed time and tomorrow morning create chaos.\"*She does a little dance. Than does a backflip that ends in a spilt.*\n\n*She runs into the room. Get ready for bed and sleep.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Kalisha watches as Sugar does her little dance and flip then goes. She eventually gets up and heads that way too, going upstairs to the rooms.\nOf course, Sugar wouldn't have known which room was theirs, so she'd probably still be in the hallway. Luckily Kalisha does show up before she looks like a lost puppy, and opens the door for then to enter.\nIt's no super pricy, fancy, loads of furniture and fine wine kind of room. Kalisha wasn't exactly expecting to share it with anybody, but that was fine. There was a three-seater she could sleep on, and Sugar could take the bed.*\n\"See you in the morning, Pepper,\" *Salt says.*" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "*Sugar looks up and yawns*\"Yeah,Salt.Goodnight.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "And skip to questin'" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```A flier on a noticeboard, with a call for service right beside it, caught the attention of several people. The flier informs those who care enough to read, about a series of art expos over several consecutive days, across multiple galleries across the New Salvainia City - the call for service, by the law, requesting aid from mercenaries or investigators to help solve a mystery of unexplained thefts of the very art being exhibited in the expos. The first day of the expo is passed, and the call for service mentions stolen art, and a possible reward of up to 10 gold coins for successfully apprehending the thieves.\nThe location of the next art expo and call for service were very near from this board. If one such person who would be interested comes across this and intends to investigate, they may find an opportunity to make some easy cash.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "*Rip.*\n\nGoes the flier from the board, snatched by a rough leather glove. The hand's owner belonged to a figure bearing simple garment, a cactus-green cloak shrouding their outfit. \n\nGrasping the beige coloured object in their hands, a toothy lil' grin danced on their face. Their clothed head bobbed along as they read the entirety of the document before rolling it to a close, swiftly turning their feet to skip. Strangers' eyes watched the smiling figure leave.\n\nFey isn't much of a person with artistic tastes; chunks of stone, dye splashed on a canvas, they didn't manage to win her interest. Simple objects given value. Though money could be said the same in this case. *Only that it keeps her fed.* \n\nThe people among the street began to grow denser. One could see aristocrats among the numbers. Before long, she was at the location of the art expo, eyes squinted to spot a lawman somewhere." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Indeed there were those types of people here. Love for art doesn't seem to be limited by wealth, but wealthy people were truly all that one could see here.\nSeveral men, most of them law and two of them hosts for the expo, were speaking among each other in a small group apart from the other people. The expo seems to be planned to begin right now, but a delay has been caused due to concerns of the art thief striking again.\nAs Fey approaches, one of the lawmen look over, detached from the ongoing conversation, and approached. He was initially going to turn her away, but noticed that she was holding the call for service.\n\"Oh, you're here to help us investigate?\" The lawman asks.\nHe awaits a response first before proceeding, expecting some questions to be asked about the happenings.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "\"Yep~yep,\" Unfolding the call-of-service document open, she showcased it to the lawman with a smile. \n\nWith that, Fey grasped the top of her hood, pulling it off her head. There, minty green locks, fixed into two braids resting against her shoulders. She was no taller than an average Macen man, with lengthy ears, and a youthful face of an adolescent. The ears, a universal sign of an elfin species. *Only that it was oddly prominent, though.*\n\n\"Theft goin' on about. Seems like you Macens need help, hah?\" \n\nShe didn't intent for her statement to look so.. Mocking. But with how her mannerisms are, it does give off that effect. \n\n\"What's the last event's timezone? When did it happen?\"\n\nFey then continued with a question." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The man was, indeed, a Macen (I'm mainly just saying that to avoid confusion and forced editing because I forgot to mention his race lol), and he nods in agreement - that they did indeed need help.\n\"Yeah... All our other investigators are tending to 'more important' crimes, forcing us to request help from the general populace,\" He explains. Now he answers Fey's first question;* \"The first theft happened at the first expo address, in the middle of the night long after the gallery was closed and locked down. Somebody got in, stole a painting, and vanished without a trace. We suspect the thief may hit this place at the end of the day... So we have reason to believe that the perp also attends the events.\" The lawman looks over to the group for a moment, scanning among them for familiar faces, and turns to Fay again. \"We think it's one of the beastfolk considering the one stolen painting was a period in Elven history, where they enslaved many strong beastfolk for hard labour. Perhaps it's a grudge, but don't let bias botch your investigation - it could have been anybody.\"\nFinally he stops talking. Guy realises he answered far more than was asked, and gave Fey the chance to ask actual questions.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Fey tapped her chin with a finger, nodding her head at the Macen's words. Of course, if the state's enforcers were to deal with every problem in its borders, its \"Adventurer\" Culture would've died out a long, long time ago. \n\nHer eyes soon followed the lawman's gaze, only to return her attention back towards him. In the case of the perpetrator being a beast-kin, it could be possible. Many beast-kin do have long heavy resentment, stealing a painting to either burn it or sell it for a lot of coin to a collector? \n\n\"I see, I see. This gallery isn't much guarded by then? Were the artwork already packed?\"" }, { "author": "marceline6969", "message": "*Sugar wakes up after a long nap. She writes a note to Kalisha.''Dear Salt,thank you for letting me sleep in your room,but I have go do some stuff. If you ever need a friend.Just try make sure to meow like a panther.Also,go get laid from Pepper.''*Sugar gets her stuff and starts to leave.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```\"Until recently, no it wasn't guarded much. We will be watching the building tonight, but we want you to join the expo and talk to the people here, see if they might have an alibi or motive that could confirm or disprove our suspicions. We'll pay for your admission into the expo as well.\" The lawman offers. Saves Fey the expenses... But she could offer to pay for herself if she wants to.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "\"Lead the way.\"\n\nHaving her admission fee covered, Fey would only have to worry about interrogating each aristocrat, or commoners within the expo. A lot of talking, that's for sure." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The lawman nods and calls a person over to take his place while he goes to discuss free admission for Fey. This person was an Earth Macen woman with dark features, and she did not appear to be a woman of the law.\n\"I'm Lee,\" She says. \"Working undercover. You and I will both investigate. You get to call the shots, tell me who to talk to, but need to report everything to me... Is that alright?\"\nLee sounds kind, but very authoritative. Good qualities for an officer of the law. She's effectively telling Fey how it will all go down, and the 'is that alright' question is more of a confirmation of understanding.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "The young elf simply nodded her head in understanding, her arms crossed against her chest as she looked the enforcer from head to toe. She didn't expect to have someone to pair up with, considering that there's a constraint with availability. \n\nNot that it'd be a bad thing. Would hate if she was left alone for the whole investigation. \n\n\"Mhmmm. I understand.\" Fey speaks in a more lackluster way.\n\n\"You people know who went to the first expo?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The Macen woman leads Fey toward the expo and gets in line with her. Though they could technically walk right in, it was less suspicious this way.\n\"Not yet. The gallery's logs up and vanished for some reason between the theft and the event of the first one,\" Lee explains. \"We couldn't have expected that paintings would have been stolen either so we didn't do anything before it happened.\"\nLee looks through the crowd for potential suspects. Judging by how she is scanning everyone pretty much equally, even Beastkin as suspected, it was clear that she was free of bias. Whether that's a quality that is only showing for the investigation, or whether she herself isn't biased, isn't easy to be told.\n\"Guy said that Beastkin are to be watched... But I personally don't think it was one of them. For how sneaky and acrobatic Felinids are for example, they'd still leave signs of their presence, like claw marks. So it has to be a mage.\" Lee turns to Fay. \"Are you able to sense magic in people? If the thief is a mage, we can narrow it down by figuring out who is magically attuned.\"```" } ]

[ { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "*Gallery logs, gone too? Security management's pretty light-weight here.*\n-\nFey doesn't have any bias against the Beastkin. Rather, she sympathizes with the species. Coming from unpleasant origins herself, she finds herself siding more with the humanoid fauna than her own racial siblings. Though even so, a Beastkin thief would still be plausible. \n\n\"Can't sense magic for my life. Not that tuned in the arcane, sorry. Though, I am pretty attentive.\"\n\nThe possibility f the thief being a mage? Given that the last expo didn't give much information on how it happened, it could be a mage. Surely not a beast-kin mage, though. *Perhaps another elf?* Doubt an Oriate would have much interest in such." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee nods in understanding. \"That's okay... I can. I can point out people with notable magic activity. I can give you the 'sitrep' once we're inside so I have time to look at everyone again.\"\nThe line slowly proceeds forward. It's not single file so much as a large group of people being sorted. There were at least 50-strong here, and by order of law, the 'pass through' tour needs to be changed in method - all 50 people must be inside for the full three-hour expo, none to leave until the period ends. Most people found this to be a strange turn of events and a very sudden change in rules, but they didn't seem to mind.\n\"If we're short on people, would you mind taking nightwatch as well in case the thief shows up? We could definitely use more manpower.\"```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "\"I don't mind taking nightwatch.\" *You're paying me, after all.*\n\nFey did plan on staying at the gallery during its later hours. With the thief making their actions this day prior, they would do it in the same time-frame, right? If she were the thief however, returning to do the job again seems.. Risky.\n\n\"If you don't mind me saying, but did you consider that one of your guys might be the culprit?\" \n\nIt isn't that farfetched. The thief posing as a guard in the exhibit, marking the way in and out without a speck of suspicion. Fey could see it being the case.." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee shook her head initially, but then stopped and thought about it.\n\"One of ours... Don't think so. On that day nearly all of us were elsewhere... But it's possible. I hope it wasn't one of us.\" She sounds really concerned about it now, the possibility that one of her coworkers could have stolen it. \"Removal of evidence could be possible if it was one of ours, which might have thrown us off.\"\nLee looks ahead and realises that they are much closer than before already, the two of them being the third group in line to go in. Not the last, but near it.\n\"Alright... Time to get to work,\" Lee says, somewhat unenthused as she speaks. The worry that it's another lawman weighs heavily on her.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "With her suggestion, Fey had made the once composed Macen woman worry. The lack of evidence could be done by a double-faced crook in the guardsmen, or just a man who nicked a uniform. With how the law enforcers struggle in availability, one perpetrator in their clothing wouldn't bring much attention. It'd be good to follow up on this theory. \n\n\"Do you know the people who work with you? Anyone you don't know join in recently?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```She nods. \"Yeah, I know everybody in my precinct... None of them seem to have any notable feelings about art, but... Well, I hope it wasn't any of them. I don't know how I would feel about it.\"\nNow they were at the front of the line. Lee and Fey are let straight in, after the first lawman finishes his discussion with the teller.\n\nInside, the building was all white with many paintings lining the walls. Several side hallways lead to different areas with art for different themes. Before yesterday, the expo was meant to tour everybody around each zone, but because of what happened, now everybody who comes it won't be allowed back out, under any circumstances, until the expo ends in three hours.\n\"So here's three people I noticed with high magic activity while we were out there,\" Lee says. \"A blonde high elf woman with a white dress and black bow on her waist; an elderly-looking Blue Oni fitting in with a pale-blue complexion and mostly black clothes; and a Mogash man, the only one attending this event. While you get started there, I'll keep watch... Unless you need me to do something else?\" Lee asks, requesting orders if any. If there were no requests, Lee would investigate some others who she has not mentioned, deciding that she might as well investigate potential suspects as determined by the law rather than her and Fay.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "The bright interior of the building, complete with the artsy crafts hanging against the white walls made her really feel out of place. Shrugging it off to the side, her lengthy ears soon flicked at the sound of the Macen's voice.\n-\n\nA female blonde high elf, an old Blue Oni, and a Mogash. \n\nHigh Elves are pretty tuned in with magic, and despite her limited knowledge of Onis, she did hear that the blue ones are good at magic. And Mogash? Brutish, smart people. Not much known for their arcane prowess, so having heard this surprised the quaint elf. \n\nA very strange set. That's for sure.\n\n\"No, don't have anything for you to do.\"\n\nWhile Lee could go ahead and pick out potential suspects, Fay would immediately attempt to locate one of the three within the exhibit. A crowd filled with close-to 50 people couldn't be *That* Hard for someone of her calibre." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Les nods her head in understanding. \"Then I'll go do some recon. Keep in mind we won't be able to leave this building for three hours - security reasons - but the gallery offers food, drink, and facilities so we should be fine. I'll be at the café by the end of each hour if you want to meet up.\"\nNow that Lee and Fay knew what to do, the former went off to do recon like she said.\n\nFay could go to any of the zones of the gallery. There were five different areas for different art types, and one spot in the middle of the building where the restaurant is.\nThe five art topics are;\n- Historical\n- Abstract\n- General\n- Advanced\n- Beginner\n'Advanced' and 'Beginner' probably generalise more complex and less complex art styles respectively. Strange how abstract art isn't lumped in with those two... But there's a dedicated Historical topic section.\nJudging by how an art piece about slavery went missing last time, Historical sounds like a good place to start to find the most likely culprit, but Fay could go anywhere she pleases.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "There's a cafe? Hopefully free food. She hasn't eaten breakfast yet.\n-\nIndeed. Choosing History would be the first place the young elf should take notice to. Fay doesn't have a lick of understanding art to a degree, but she does know that old, preserved things sells a lot in the collector's world. And so, Fay ambled her way in the room.\n\nShe really does feel like an outsider here. Only wearing a cloak which hid her more battle-utilized apparel, and armaments. It didn't take too long for some to take notice her here before going back to their viewing. At this point, Fay observed the entirety of the room, attempting to locate one of the described persons Lee had said." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Fay heads to the History section. As she passes through the hallway, she sees the elderly Blue Oni hobbling on his cane with a young Pale Oni by his side... A child in fact, very likely one of his grandchildren, or direct children considering how long Oni live and can bear children. They are both in their Fit In form, but also both show their natural Oni traits - their demonic horns, and subspecies skin tone, though only partially so each has a couple shades of blue and white respectively.\nThe child runs around energetically, but stops when the elder calls him to slow down. The boy walks back to his elder's side, and they both smile to each other; the boy loving for his elder, and the old man being reminded of his days of youth, several hundred years ago.\nFay could confront him now, or let him be for a while. The old man does have a child with him and the kid could prove somewhat distracting, but it may be worth talking to him.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "*Ah, they're family?*\n\nThe sight of two is refreshing, to say the least. The old man being a culprit didn't seem like the case for Fay, perhaps someone like him with family wouldn't dare to risk their safety. Financial issues could come into play... But Onis live a nomadic lifestyle, she recalls. Won't hurt to ask him, though.\n\nClearing her throat, Fay made her way towards the two. A small wave from her right hand to catch the elder's attention.\n\n\"Excuse me, could I bother you with a few questions?\"\n\nPresenting a kind front, she stuck a smile on her young features for the child. Wouldn't want to make them feel uncomfortable." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The old man looked to Fay and the child stopped with wide eyes. The boy was initially scared, but Fay's smile made him more comfortable.\n\"Sure,\" The elder says. He crouches down and touches the boy on the shoulder, giving him a small bag of coins, and tells him to wait near the restaurant. The boy takes the coins with a smile, hugs his elder, and runs off to the restaurant.\nNow the old man straightens back up... And seems to demonstrate how frail he is. His whole back creaks and he groans painfully as he stands, planting a hand on his back and leaning backwards into it. He stops for a moment before charging up a bit of pale magic into his hand and touching his chest with it... Then he seems to be able to move again. His back and body still creaks but he doesn't appear to be in so much pain anymore.\n\"Ah, that's better,\" He says. \"Sorry about that... I'm getting really old. Magic is the only thing that seems to be easing my pain recently... What is on your mind?\"```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Watching the old man fixing himself up did clear up some suspicion she had. Doubting someone of his age could pull off such a theft. His little show-case of white magic had maybe given her a clue of what he specializes in. Unless he has one restoration spell among many, many offensive ones. \n\n\"Your magic. Are you a healer?\" \n\nBetter to nail it down. Thinking that any other statement like asking if he'd been at the last expo would off-set the man. Fay, albeit acting slow at the moment, did like to confirm anything before-hand." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```He tilts his head a bit with an 'ehh' expression on his face. \"I suppose you could technically say that. I do heal other people as needed, but I actually use painlessness magic to stop myself from hurting in my old age,\" The man explains. He brings up his hand, the same he used to self-cast the spell, and charged some more pale magic around it. It seems to show very slowed electrical pulses, potentially referencing the nervous system being disabled or mitigated. \"I created this spell that lets me get rid of pain for a period of time. Studying biology and anatomy, and using what I learned to come up with it. It doesn't fix my bad back, but it does let me get active and do things without being bedridden.\"\nHe lets the magic dissipate and returns the hand to his pocket. \"Would you like to learn it? I would gladly teach a weaker version of it for free, if you have spare time.\"\nThe old man seems very friendly... And even with this peculiar spell, too frail to pull off a heist so perfect.```\n**Note: Accepting the spell will cost 2PP after the quest is complete.**\n\nJust a second reminder ping." } ]

[ { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "*A spell that gets rid of pain?* Of course such a spell would exist, magic is far and wide after all. Unfortunately though, Fay didn't seem to have the time to learn the ability or just regarded it as useless in here eyes. This elderly Oni's good-hearted nature did warm her heart however, spending his few years (or decades) with his blood.\n\n*Which confirms this old geezer isn't the perpetrator.*\n\nHe was too weak, and generally doesn't fit the case. And so, Fay shook her head lightly, still retaining the pleasant smile on her face before bowing in thanks. She would miss the old Oni for a few days, the fatherly aura he gave off.. What a happy family.\n\n\"..I refuse, but I do thank you for the offer.\"\n\nFay straightened up before stepping back, taking her leave. Wouldn't want to waste more time talking, still needing to locate the two more suspected individuals." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The old man nods in understanding. \"Very well. I'm gonna go find my grandson now. Farewell.\" He then starts hobbling off on his cane in the direction of the restaurant.\nThere we go, the boy was his grandson.\nWhich way does Fay take her leave? Toward the History section again, or back where she came from?```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "*Her next target, the High Elf with a Black Bow.*\n\nHigh Elves, prickly beings even to their own brethren. Most are narcissistic, and overall elitists. It wouldn't surprise her if she could find the woman in one of the more complex sections of the exhibit. \n\nAdvanced? Probably.\nHistorical? In another room? Perhaps viewing the stolen piece? \nAbstract.. Eh. Too painful in the head.\n\nTapping her feet, she decided to check the History section further." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```What a fine decision to go straight to the History section, as it seems the very High Elf that Fey was looking for was also there, perusing the art. She has a book in her arm held open, writing in it as she looks at each painting... Or is she drawing? The movements suggest she is drawing, but who knows, she could be doing a brainstorm sheet or something.\nThe woman looks up from her paper to the painting in front of her, moving her hand up to brush off a bit of hair from her face, and then looks back at her book and keeps writing for a moment. Then she moves over elsewhere to look at another painting.\nQuite the erudite.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "*A fine decision indeed.* Fay didn't approach the strange High Elf yet, much preferring to watch the woman's motions. She does wonder what the High Elf is.. Drawing on her book. Probably copying the pictures for reference? \n\n*Or pinpointing the next targets?*\n\nFay moved her eyes towards the painting, attempting to discern what it's all about. The young Elf wouldn't have too much of a problem.\n\n``[1/5 HAWKEYE]``" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The High Elf woman takes short, quick notes of that second painting, then goes further down the room, turning a corner and going out of sight. The structure of these rooms has sectioned walls with paintings on both sides, so the woman was most likely scanning one of the paintings there too... Which also means Fay might walk right into her if she pursues.\nIn the meantime, Fay gets to see what the painting is about; a large, grand building similar to a cathedral, looking almost golden in the light of a setting sun. That was the primary subject of the image and took up the vast majority of it - in the bottom and left of the picture, all over the ground, there are several people and humanoid shapes. Some of them shared archetypes of Elves, but the others were much larger and muscular, most likely Brayer, and most of them were chained up or in cages. One was laying on the ground with no chains, near a pile that seems to be 'waste' of some kind... Several different materials in a pile that weren't used during construction.\n...There's a hand sticking out of that pile.\nIt appears that this image glorifies a structure created by slavery. The plaque also lists the name of the piece, the name of the artist, and the artist's active years - years that ended long ago, suggesting the artist is now-deceased. That means the piece has high value... A prime target for an art thief.\nThough it could just have been a coincidence.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "A significant theme of slavery. The piece that was stolen did also depict slavery as the focus. If she were to assume that the thief simply targets art of the same topic, then the woman before must be the culprit. \n\nThe more she looked at the painting, the more her stomach churns. Her throat tightening, and her teeth gritting. A disgusting, *Disgusting* Semblance of race's ideals. The internal language of the painting is splaying the glorification of enslavement, the building of an empire out of the bloodied, shackled hands of others than their own. \n\n She wonders why such pieces are even here in the first place.\n\nLetting out a breath, she popped her tense knuckles before moving away from its vicinity. Other than the fact that it relays the same theme as the stolen painting, it's age determined its value. Fay is not a person of coincidence, however. \n\nFay first began to catch up to the woman." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The woman comes back from the other side of the wall when Fay started moving, and goes towards one of the hallway paths. She has a spring in her step, like she was really happy to be here despite being stuck for three hours.\nGetting closer, Fay could see that the woman had a bright, gleeful look on her face as she [the woman] looked around while walking. Another artist would understand, as much as two people of the same occupation would understand each other's sentiment.\nThe woman stops and realises she missed a painting, and heads over to it to take more notes, flipping the page of her book for a fresh sheet. Perfect opportunity to catch up to her.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "\"Ah..! Excuse me!\" *Cue the scene.*\n\nThe young Elf Fay soon stumbled towards the woman, an arm timidly curled on her chest while the other beckoned for the High Elf's attention. She had a puzzled, albeit confused smile etched on her young face, her feet shifting about. \n\n\"..Do... Do you not mind a question, good ma'am?\"\n\nHigh Elves are, much what she thought before, supremacists. Some would jump at the opportunity to undermine you. Feigning a timid posterior does seem as a decent idea to lower down a High Elf's guard. Other than them being posh fucks, they're quite calculating. \n\n\"Can you tell me where the cafe is..?\" \n\nShe took a simple glance at the painting a-front of them, before focusing back to the High Elf's eyes." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The High Elf woman turns away from the painting and looks to Fay as she calls out.\n\"Sure,\" She says kindly. She doesn't change her stance from holding the pencil and book in each hand, and regards Fay rather positively.\nShe listens to Fay's question and looks over to the sign at the far side of the room and points to it. \"The café is through that hallway on the left at the far end of this room,\" The woman explains. \"Do you need money for food? We are stuck in this building for three hours of course... I wouldn't want to leave someone starving.\"\nThe High Elf is, surprisingly, much more kind than the stereotype. Perhaps her character was misjudged by fault of prejudice, but that shouldn't make her any less of a suspect.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Indeed. The High Elf does act much more benevolent than the average. There was a brief moment of surprise flashing on the young Fay's face, taking a blow to her previous thoughts of the woman. Though she maintained her act shortly afterwards. \n\n\"..No no! I am grateful for your direction, but I have some coin with me.\" \n\nFay soon let seconds of silence to fill the space between them, her eyes now fully looking at the artpiece the woman was previously scrutinizing. She tilted her head to the side, opening her mouth to speak. \n\n\"This painting.. What is it about?:\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The woman smiles and turns back to the painting as Fey asks about the painting. \"It is... Another painting about a product of subjugation,\" She says sombrely. \"Off all the paintings in this room, more than half are of slavery or subjugation of another race. The rest are about actual events, but few of them depict the truth.\" The woman stays silent for a moment, before continuing. \"It is... Shameful how much they glorify this act. I dislike the subject matter, but love the art styles and attention to detail...\" She gestures to her book, \"That is why I am writing down notes on them, to experiment and apply ideas to my own art.\"```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "She harboured a difficult expression on her face. Gone was the smile that once plastered her youth. Instead, it is a simple dull frown, devoid of any noting emotion. Her arms snaked from her chest, hidden inside the closed cone of her cloak. \n\n\"I see, I see..\"\n\nShe mumbled out, eyes squinted to pick out the amount of detail within the piece; the artist sure was passionate about this one. With how the High Elf conveyed her thoughts, she did seem quite genuine. Just from this Fay could cross her out from the suspect list. \n\nGlancing back at the woman beside her, Fay shook her head lightly, brushing back a lock of light-green hair before turning her head towards her.\n\n\"Aha.. Well then, thank you again.\"\n\nA statement lacking any solidarity, Fay crossed the woman out from her mind. Doing a pivot, the young elf began another search for the Mogash." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The woman turns back to Fay and smiles to her. \"Goodbye, friend.\" She says, then turning back to the painting for a moment, then moving on to go to another section.\nFay may have realised that she never figured out what the 'high magical attunement' was about when she was talking to the High Elf... Perhaps she could meet her again some other time, or spy and try to figure something out, but directly confronting the woman about her magic may arouse suspicions.\nFay has the option to go to any other place in the gallery. It's up to her to choose - she can go to any of the other four display locations, or to the restaurant to meet up with Lee or grab a bite.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Well, High Elves are generally well in-tuned in magic. Being the most talented users in the arcane out of the five elfin subraces. In the case of the Blue Oni, his magic serves the purposes of making his body more comfortable for the coming ages. She can't see the woman casting anything in such a packed expo.\n\nIn the case that her thoughts were wrong however, only time will stop her from searching for the woman again. The exhibit tour lasts for three hours, and Heaven knows how much time had passed since then. It's best to look for the Mogash and deal with him, first.\n\nSo, Fay continued on with her search for the Mogash. With how high his magic capability is, he might be intelligent, right? Probably the Advanced section." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Fay passes by several people on her way to the Advanced section, and Lee comes into vision near the side wall close to the main entrance. She is speaking with the host of the event... What they are discussing can't be heard from here as they are speaking quite low.\nFay could go to meet Lee, or continue on to the Advanced section. It's her choice.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Tilting her head to the side, she watched her temporary colleague converse with the host. Assuming that it's for the investigation, Fay slowly stepped over towards the two, her ears flicking at their voices." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee wasn't facing in Fay's direction, so she wasn't going to be alerted to Fay's presence unless she approaches to speak. The host was, but he doesn't recognise Fay, nor does he know whether Fay is coming this way for the bathrooms right beside them or not.\nFay was able to get closer and listen into the conversation.\nLee: \"Is there any way to get out of here earlier?\"\nHost, a middle-aged pale Macen man: \"No... Law outside aren't letting anybody out, undercover or otherwise.\" It seems as if the host knows Lee is undercover. Perhaps they discussed that earlier.\nLee: \"I can hardly stand being in here for two more hours... Listening to everyone talk about 'symbolism' in what could have been made by a newborn. How do you do it without going mad?\"\nHost: \"Having a passion for art is reason enough... And the amount of coin I can sell pieces for.\"\nLee: \"Sell?\"\nHost: \"Don't worry, it's all above board. Everything we sell is always declared... Can't say the same for that last gallery though. They have— er, 'had', such good, high-value pieces that can net so much money if they just sold some of it.\"\nThe conversation goes silent... Then a door opens and shuts, and soon after that, the host heads through the room in the direction of the restaurant, passing right by Fay without paying any mind to her. Lee didn't follow, but she was probably in the bathrooms.\nFay has a choice here; she can pursue and confront the host, go and meet Lee in the bathrooms, or leave well enough alone and look for the Mogash suspect... Though another suspect has made the list now, with what the host was saying and how he was saying it.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "*Ah, a double-faced bitch.*\n\nThought the young Elf Fay as she stood where she is. She could recall how Lee had told her the gallery logs just went and disappeared. Of course, with what their conversation revealed, the host done the deed himself. They simply stole the painting under hush-hush, sold it to attain the total rather than having it go through numerous levy. Makes sense, historical pieces are really, *Really* Important. \n\nLetting out a scoff, Fay's eyes watched Lee enter the bathrooms. She could go and confront the undercover right about now, they seem much more likely to spill out the details. What is there to lose anyway? If Fay were to pick the host, she would need an... Incentive, to make him speak. \n\nPulling up the hood of her cloak, she walked towards the general direction of Lee. Her hands hidden inside the cone-shaped garment. How should she go confront her? Threateningly? Ack, confrontation is hard." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```As Fay entered the room, she'd see Lee standing in front of a mirror, just staring at herself in the reflection. The angles given don't let her see Fay, and she seems to be so zoned out that she doesn't even hear Fay come in.\nLee appeared to be stressed out... Already in the first hour? What could be causing her stress like this?```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Taking such an opportunity, Fay simply kept herself from out of sight, ears perked up. Indeed. *What could possibly be causing her to worry?*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee gathers up a bit of water out of the sink/faucet/whatever it is in this age, and wets her face with it. She sighs out of relief, as if an unbearable heat had just gone away, and she takes a breath and thinks for a moment, straightening up her stance and staring at her reflection.\n\"Calm down...\" Lee tells herself, or at least the 'other' self. \"There's no reason to stress out. You'll get this done, you'll find the culprit, and you'll bring them in... Just pretend your career isn't at stake.\"\nShe takes a moment longer to stare at the mirror, and stands off the faucet to head into one of the toilets. Probably best not to stick around and wait to hear anything coming from it.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "*Eh?*\n\nFurrowing her eyebrows, Fay didn't expect *That*. She was looking for something along the lines of 'it won't fail' or, 'we won't get caught'. Just, not some guy freaking out about their career. \n\nRubbing her forehead, perhaps it's just an act? The conversation did go quiet earlier on. Was Fay seen by the host? Are they trying to throw her off? The plausible reasons made her head ache. Maybe she just took it out of context? No, Lee acted as if she was just here for consistency.\n\nWhatever the case, she still suspected the 'undercover'. For all she knows, she might've just given her three 'suspects' as bait. \n\nOpening the door to signify her presence, Fay would act that she just came inside. Washing her hands, such and such." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee's stall door was closed after the fact, but there wasn't any noise coming from it just yet. She did mention that everyone's discussions about art were annoying her so it makes sense that she'd prefer to be here where nobody else is talking, where she can't be seen or judged for being someplace she doesn't want to be.\nThe undercover detective didn't even react to hearing somebody else come in.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "*Honestly.. So frustrating.*\n\nTaking this job deemed it much more frustrating for the young Elf. Evey tid-bit she came across, is more or less credible.\n\nCupping her hands together, she dipped it beneath the water before rushing it to her face. Attempting to clear her head, Fay let out a sigh before cracking her knuckles once more. \n\nMaybe she over-analyzed a bit. Mistook the discussion for something else entirely? It still does do right in her head, however.." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```\"Fay?\" Lee calls out from the stall. Some noises are heard for a short second, then the door opens. \"Oh, hey I didn't hear you come in.\" Lee steps out of the stall and goes up to the sink, washing her hands in it even though she didn't actually use the toilet. \"While we're face to face, do you want to update me on what you've found?\"```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "\"Yeah.. Two of them didn't fit.\"\n\nSeeing Lee wash her wands despite not using the toilet, showed itself as weird for Fay. Before Lee came out, Fay did hear noise before so. Being an elf, she would most likely able to discern if she did take the crapper at this distance..\n\n\"*..All above the board..*\" \n\nShe let out, slightly audible for the Macen to pick up. With that, Fay might be able to poke out a reaction from the female. With her hood on, she stared back at the reflection, her eyes close to shutting as she observed." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee looked at Fay for a moment... Then realised what Fay meant.\n\"You heard my conversation with the host, huh?\" She asked rhetorically. \"And because of it you suspect I'm the thief?\"\nLee didn't sound offended in the slightest. She sounded more relieved that she was being asked about this, so clearly Lee had nothing to hide.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "\"It's a very suspicious conversation, to say the least.\"\n\nShaking her hands dry, Fay continued on.\n\n\"I assumed you were collaborating with that guy. The logs would be much more available to whoever hosted the last expo. Hiding it away, then carrying the piece off to who-knows-what.\"\n\nWith how Lee sounded, it would be clear that she has no nefarious plot with the perp. But Fay is a very doubtful individual when it comes to these cases. Recalling that one of the lawmen could be the thief, it's difficult to know who's being real and who's fake. \n\n\"Still yet to find the Mogash, though..\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee nods along with what Fay is saying. \"I suspect he might be the thief too. Though he doesn't actually own the other gallery that got hit; it belongs to a competitor, so it makes sense he'd want to steal from them... But why steal just one piece? Of course that painting was very valuable, but there were several other high-value paintings in that gallery too. Just doesn't add up to me...\"\nLee pauses for a moment and admits her fear; \"Reason I'm stressed out about this is because I'm at risk of losing my job. I haven't been having a good run recently and if I fail this one, I'll be forced to resign. No idea what I'll do after that... Maybe I should start making plans right now.\"```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "\"New Sunlight's recruiting, I hear.\"\n\nShe suggested. Fay herself isn't apart of any guild, despite being an adventurer. And she won't be planning on joining one soon. \n\n\"I can't see them stealing the painting, other than selling it in the collector's underground, they won't be able to show it off here without attracting the previous owner.\"\n\nThe young elf gave her opinion. The two were wasting time chatting in the bathroom. Fay motioned the Macen to follow her out, opening the door to head back in the halls of the exhibit. \n\n\"I've still got another one to find, what about you?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee narrows her eyes on the mention of that name. New Sunlight... Sounds like a fresh start if she loses her job as an officer of the law.\n\"I'll keep that in mind... Thanks,\" She says.\n\n\"Yeah, that's what I thought too. No point stealing it and displaying it here unless they had a buyer already... And it doesn't explain how the logs vanished unless there was inside help.\" And now Lee finished sharing her idea of the situation, she answers the last question; \"I've checked out a bunch of people already. The host was my best bet, but though he does have a motive, he doesn't have the ability... Who have you investigated?\"```\n\n`Lee will remember that`" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "\"Both of them didn't seem capable of stealing anything. The High Elf's another artist, and the Oni's a grandpa— *Or a father, it depends.*\"\n\nThe lack of anything to go with really made this investigation annoying for the elf. She has more patience dealing with tracking than this kind of job. Tapping her feet, Fay opened her mouth to speak once more. \n\n\"Mogash are pretty hardy, too noticeable to be a thief. But you did say they were.. Magically in-tune?\"\n\nFay, expecting the undercover to follow, made her towards the Advance section as she planned to previously. They could talk while searching for said Mogash." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The detective thought for a moment on Fay's first points. She didn't believe the High Elf was truly off the list, but the old man for sure.\n\"Yeah, he is magical,\" Lee says, regarding the Mogash question while they start walking. \"Though his magic doesn't appear to be as powerful as the other two... The High Elf's magic in fact was the strongest. Did you figure out what hers was?\"```" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee thinks for a moment then nods. \"Yeah, I got no other leads to go on. Do you want me to talk to her instead, in case you scare her or something? That'll let you look for the Mogash suspect as well. We can't leave anything up to chance.\"```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "With a thumbs-up, Fay replied.\n\n\"I saw her back at History, better start there.\"\n\nWith that, Fay gave a small wave back at Lee before departing back to the Advanced section like before. Going with her thoughts, the Mogash could be intelligent." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee nods in understanding. \"Alright, see you later,\" She says confidently, then heads toward History.\nWhen the Artist (chosen name, you can pick a different one if you want), was in the History section, she was only just finishing up with viewing the content there, so it was very likely she wasn't in that section anymore. But no matter - Lee would understand. It is a gallery and people are always moving to view the paintings. At least now they have two more hours to find her.\nFay makes her way to the Advanced section of the gallery. On her way there, the elderly Blue Oni passes by with his grandson again, just leaving in fact. He recognises Fay again and gives her a kind smile, a wide grin with a couple missing teeth. That old, huh? Seeing Oni of that ripe old age was not very common considering how long they actually live for.\nShe can talk to the old man again if she wants, or wave back in kind, or ignore him entirely. If she doesn't stop, she'd find herself in the Advanced section very soon.\nIt almost feels like the hallways are getting longer every single time Fay passes through them. Surely it was nothing, just the extension of time with boredom.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Fay, passing the Oni, gave the elder a wave in response. He did offer her a spell earlier on, after all. Seeing a smile on his wrinkled face, she did think of the rarity of elders within the Oni community. The many things they've encountered and known about for centuries in their youth. Yeah, Oni could be good storytellers. \n\nGlancing at each hanging painting on the hallways, accompanied with the clear white walls of the exhibit, began to tire her eyes. The chatter amongst aristocrats attempting to discern the meaning of the art-pieces... She agrees with Lee wanting to leave already. \n\nTucking her hands back inside her cloak, Fay continued on walking. There's about two hours left before the expo ends, and after that she would have to stay and wait for the supposed culprit. \n\nShe should be in the Advanced section, right about now." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The old man was happy that Fay waved back to him. He proceeds on with his grandson to another area, while Fay finds herself in the Advanced area, finally.\nThe paintings here was quite top-notch. All of them had extremely complex styles or highly advanced painting techniques. There was a particular image that was ridiculously lifelike, as if one was looking at somebody else, of a man with white hair, a twin swords on his back, and several minor scars on his face. Even if one was disinterested in art, you can't deny that this was incredible.\nThe Mogash man wasn't here, but Fay could kill some time here if she wants to, checking out the other paintings. Otherwise she could go elsewhere.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "\"Huh.\"\n\nFay found herself staring up at the realistic piece, head tilted to the side as her eyes scanned the painting up and down. It was so incredibly lifelike, that the subject in the image could pop out into existence and kill her. Wondering who the artist painted, he does look dashing, to say the least. \n\nShoving herself back to the objective, Fay looked around the section, only to conclude the Mogash wasn't here at all. Clicking her tongue, she crossed the Advanced section from her head.\n\nBeginner section seems to be highly likely for the Mogash to be right now." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Fay decides to leave the Advanced area without viewing more paintings. That was alright, only missing out on a little bit of art.\nShe passes through the next hallway, toward the Beginner section that appears to be very close to the last one. All of the sections connected to other sections so far, have appeared to have the same hallway length connecting them... But just like before, from the middle to the Advanced section, the hallway felt longer, even more so than the last. This was definitely not to do with boredom... Something was wrong.\nAll the paintings along these walls looked distorted all of a sudden, like they were... Moving?```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Fay didn't think she would encounter anything out-of-the-ordinary during the investigation. And by peculiar, things like the paintings moving like wild snakes. \n\nAt first, Fay thought she was at the Abstract section by accident. Weird shapes and art illusions that'd make you think they were influenced by magic. An innovative idea that came up by the community, but ultimately a sucker for most people's brains. \n\nYet these.. They didn't seem like part of the showcase.\n\nStopping her tracks, the young elf blinked at the distorting pieces, before rubbing her eyes with her sleeves. She could already deduce what magic this is, and with the amount of targets it affected, someone with enough arcane capability pulled this off.\n\nSpeaking of targets, Fay looked at the crowds around her. If she thought wrong, and this *Is* Part of the section, she would've looked like a fool." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```She was right in thinking that this wasn't part of the display. Others passing through here started looking around and noticing something was wrong.\nA child screamed and pointed at a painting, then cowered behind her father. The painting in particular? It has morphed and shifted into a strange humanoid shape that looked as if it was walking towards the subject. It gets 'closer' and reaches out for the surface, now becoming really life-sized.\nThe painting starts stretching and bulging, and the canvas begins to rip and tear, as the humanoid figure pushes against it trying to get out. Everyone seeing it ran away in the direction of the nearest section. Before the painting tore open. From it, a humanoid shape fell to the ground, and quickly shifted... Morphed? Back to its feet.\nThe head turns and faces towards Fay for a moment, just staring at her... Not doing anything, but staring, waiting to see what she does first.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Fay's thoughts are correct. The men and women around her also reacted to the strange happenings of the paintings.\n\nWhat made her look away from the one a-front of her was the high-pitched scream of the child quite a distance away from her. Her sights catching who or *What* Caused the child to flee, made her.. Confused.\n\nIn a second the thing that crawled out of the painting, now toppled on the ground, began to morph back on its feet like an Uzhi Slime's motions. Her mouth displaying an 'o' shape at the freaky produce of the painting, which stared back at her.\n\n\"*Gehh..*\"\n\nFace twitching, her dominant hand laid on the hilt of her *Spatha*, which sat comfortably in its scabbard. The aforementioned weapon is hidden beneath the covers of her cone-shaped cloak, ready to unbuckle from its sheathe." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The enigmatic creature glares at Fay's hand as she reaches for the weapon, and lunges to the side, tearing at another painting. It appears to shove its hand into the canvas, like it was grabbing something, and as it pulls back another monster, identical to it in every way besides sharing the colour of the painting it comes from. The painting itself was destroyed, either ripped apart, or the paint ruined, making it worthless.\nThe new one falls to the ground for a moment and eventually stands back up, while the first one runs away. Screaming everywhere... Was this happening elsewhere in the gallery?\nThe new one stands up and does the same thing as the last, only this time it doesn't run away. It promptly builds up a group of three, destroying paintings and spawning more monsters. Three remain to menace Fay, all of them in front of her, as if blocking her from going toward the Beginner section.\nOne rushes Fay down, attempting to attack her unarmed. The other two rip into other paintings to spawn more beasts. So much destruction of wealth and relics of artists, living or passed... But why?```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "*!*\n\nWith that, Fay unbuckled the spatha from its scabbard, immediately dragging it out of its black sheathe. Her cloak flying back at the sudden motion. She took on a lower guard, both hands supporting the wrapped hilt of the straight-sword.\n\nShe didn't expect something like this happening, that's for sure. Monsters leaping out from the portraits? It was a far-cry from the supposed theft at the last gallery expo.\n\nThe colorful beasts before her seemed to spawn more identicals. Perhaps it'd be better to run after this." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The creature took a swing at Fey, stepping forward and going for a punch... With rather terrible posture and technique. Like it wasn't even a fighter, or purposed to be a fighter. Yet it fights.\nIs it a summon? Is it a beast locked away in paintings? What could it be, and why is it here?```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "She then stepped forward herself, ensuring the beast's swing went pass her head by a few inches before her left elbow laid flat against its chest (assuming that it's the same height as a Macen, though). Pulling back the *Spatha*, she sheathed the tip of the blade against the soft raceless skin of its abdomen, before shoving it forward with a thrust, giving it about 20% of her body-weight.\n\nFolding her elbow open, Fay then propelled herself away from its reach, taking the blade with it and effectively giving the humanoid another hole to breath through- if these things even breath, anyway.." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The enemy was... Very weak, quite surprisingly so. When Fay slammed her elbow into the enemy's chest, the torso collapsed from the force, like the creature was a hollow mass of flawed, incomplete paper maché. It was soft to the touch and crumpled at the slightest force, but the real kicker was that when Fay stabs into it, the tearing of the 'flesh' sounds like ripping paper.\nThe moment she opens a hole in the chest, the paper beast goes limp. It falls to the ground, tearing as its weight drops it off the blade, and disintegrates into ripped-up canvas and splatters of paint - the very materials it was created from.\nIn the back of Fay's mind, she feels as if this is a distraction. The art thief must be stealing earlier than usual, and potentially using these things to distract people. At first glance the portrait people are very menacing, but absolutely pathetic once you start laying into them. The natural reaction of the majority, to run instead of fight, reinforces this.\n...But why is it happening in the midst of the event? Something must have threatened the perpetrator using this magic.\n\nLee.\n\nThe other two portrait people rush toward Fay. One makes a wide stance with its arms out to catch her attention while the other one goes around. They're coordinating to deceive Fay and get past her... But none of them take a swing yet.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Her opponents are push-overs. Just from the fact that her elbow simply landing on his chest without any intent on knocking it back, and how it fell with just a quick stab. These were more of distractions rather than opponents. Indeed, they're just hollowed masses of flawed. \n\nWith the body of the first thing she 'killed' began to revert back to its material origin, some of the paint managed to get on her cloak. Considering how paint is god-awful to clean off, just irked the young elf to a nasty degree. \n\nSeeing two more of the portrait-beasts charging at her, she could see what both of them were planning to do. It gave her an assumption of their intelligence. Not just mindless *Ghouls* Flaying about, rather, they have enough smarts to coordinate with each other.. *Not that they'd be able to.*\n\nFay doubts that they'd be able to catch up with her speed, and so, rather than fighting them both, the young elf considered fleeing from the flock and head on to the other different sections. Number one objective is to locate Lee, of course.\n\n*..Lee.*\n\nWith how many these things are coming out, of course it'd be someone with the highest magical output. The young-looking High Elf from before. Fay asked the undercover Macen to see what the elf's deal is, and minutes after that these things manifested. This had to be the High Elf's doing. \n\nCan't trust such.\n\nWith that, Fay attempted to run from or pass the flock of portrait-beasts, nay the information of how fast they are." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The one that runs past Fay starts to rip apart another painting to spawn more of the monsters, while the one that tried to menace Fay got plowed over as she ran. When Fay ran (forwards to pass), the portrait person tried to block her and instead got knocked to the ground and partially crushed on two sides, tossed aside like a rag doll.\nRunning forward, Fay finds herself in the Beginner section of the gallery, where, for whatever reason, there is very little chaos. There's a whole bunch of people here, almost as if they were herded into it, only a few of the portrait people, and none of the paintings here are destroyed. None of them seem to realise that the constructs are pathetic, so they don't even try to resist.\nThe sheer amount of people here could easily overwhelm the forces of portrait people if Fay were to demonstrate to them how weak the beasts are. This would let her handle the situation more easily - less civilians risking getting caught in crossfire of battle, and instead themselves fighting and surmounting the enigmatic foes.\nOtherwise she could pass straight through and hurry on. Judging by the position of the gallery rooms, people are being herded into the 'opposite corner' - the Beginner section is the farthest room from the History section... It stands to reason that the perpetrator is there.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "It would be lying if she didn't say that this is fun. Rather than fighting men or women with the desire to kill her, or creatures wanting the elf as a meal, these weak papermache beasts were just child's play. Heavens, even a *Child* Can destroy one of these! \n\nSo seeing the many aristocrats (and few commoners) shaking like beasts in heat at the corner made her let out a chuckle, and a tad-bit of worried for their future wellness. Granted, she did think these portrait-beasts were quite tough at first looks, but after dealing with two of them- with the other gotten ran over by yours truly -, they are just small-fry. \n\n\"*HEY!*\"\n\nThe young elf attempted to catch at least few of the eyes within the cowering crowd. Without only using her boiled leather gloves, she took the spatha aside before stepping forward. Using her free-hand, she wrapped the limb around a portrait-beasts neck before using the other to grapple its torso, before she attempted to rip the supposed paper flesh in a pulling motion. \n\nIn the case of it being possible, it would serve as her own little showcase for the people.\n\n\"*Rip them apart!*\"\n\nDisregarding punching them, one would just need to grab at it and pull them apart. An easy kill. Crouching down to pick up her spatha, she punched the air, to see if the crowd would liven up and protect themselves.\n\nWell, no, this is oddly reminiscent to bullying." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Fay's shout caught the attention of everyone as they were taken by surprise from it. All cries fell silent as they watched Fay effortlessly rip apart a portrait person - the moment she grabs it by the neck, the surface collapses and the head disconnects and falls off, then the entire thing gets shredded in two as Fay proceeds to mutilate its 'corpse'. She's lucky this one didn't have a painted body otherwise she'd have gotten splattered with paint.\nOne of the children found this funny and rushed out of the crowd toward one of the portrait people. His victim backs away and tries to run, but the kid is way too fast and he hugs the leg, crushing it in his arms, and forces the portrait person to fall over, resulting in it basically shattering over the ground. The kid didn't even care that he got covered in paint, and roared in mock victory.\nAnd just like that, everyone revolted and started tearing the portrait people to pieces. It was quite hilarious, seeing people who were once being herded like cattle all of a sudden pulling a 180 and destroying their captors.\nFay is able to continue on with little to no issue now. Her efforts here has drastically affected the tide of the event, and given the 'good fight' the advantage.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Fay continued on further through the section. \n\nHer ears flicking at the shouts of amusement from the crowds behind her, a small smile crept up on the young elf's features. Hearing the vocal happiness of those that once attempted to dissect the meaning of these paintings were much more exciting. \n\n*Hah, this is how an expo should be.*\n\nSliding the spatha back inside its scabbard, Fay awaited further obstructions in her path to the History section." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Besides the random person sprinting past ahead of Fay and rushing down a portrait person, there was really nothing stopping her now. It was like a damn bloodbath all of a sudden... With less blood.\nShe could see the elderly Blue Oni even having some fun, bonking a portrait person over the head with his cane and glowing with his Numb spell. He's enjoying it, it so seems. Guess even a Blue Oni, their race's peaceful ones, can have fun fighting.\nIn fact, Faye might just so happen to notice that that 'random' sprinting at his target was a Mogash - THE Mogash. He's pretty damn big and has a lot of muscle, and twin axes in his hands. He effortlessly lifts up that portrait person and slams it into the wall, crushing the body and snapping it in half to cause it to drop lower, just at the height for him to ram his knee into its face. No chance for the construct as it was basically double-killed and the paint splatters all over the wall.\nThe Mogash raises his arms and axes and roars loudly, inspiring everybody to be fearless and never rest until they are victorious. It was almost magical how his roar inspired people; even Fay feels invigorated, like she just wants to tear things apart. Perhaps that was an aspect of his magic.\nWell, on Fay goes down the hallway. She'll reach the History section soon enough. And as it so turns out, the halls appear to be their standard length... Perhaps it was indeed boredom that made them appear longer, or some optical illusion that the paintings around her may have been doing before monsters started tearing their way out of them.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "The random blur going pass managed to make the girl flinch. Instead of a paper-thin mache-man, it was just a Mogash— *Ah, the one she was supposed to find.* \n\nThe Mogash has some pretty toned muscles. Wielding two axes and the roar of a beast, she didn't expect someone like *That* To have an interest in art! My, oh my, this job certainly has the best surprises! \n\nFeeling refreshed and full of vigor, the young elf began sprinting much faster. The once clean floor beneath her now a cloak of paint, a mirage of green red and blue and paper. If she wasn't careful, she could easily slip and embarrass herself.\n\nNot that it's something to worry about. Before long, Fay herself took out her spatha again only to cleave the blade against the abdomens of the portrait-beasts who was unfortunately near her reach. Some paint and paper got on her blade, and on her cloak, but what's important is that she's having fun." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Fay wasn't the only one having fun. Everyone was actually. Even the people who aren't disposed to violence are at least having fun just by splattering paint everywhere, like they're busting balloons full of it. Literally nobody appeared to have any issue - the fighters having fun fighting and the artists having fun going nuts with paint spilling.\nThe Wood Elf was lucky enough that she never slipped or even came close to doing so while she was running. Her sprinting got her to the History section very fast... Where, unfortunately, everybody was completely different.\nNo doubt Fay might have noticed all the paintings in the Beginner section were untouched. The same could be said about everything in the History section. There were portrait people everywhere in here though, making a very thick barricade with their bodies as if they were protecting what was in the middle.\nLikely Fay knows what's in the middle. She will need to start cutting them down to get there.\nHopefully Lee was okay.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Approaching the barricade of mache-men, there arms interlocked with each other. Fay soon charged forward, raising the blade over the shoulder before slashing it down at the first obstruction at the shoulder. Much like an axe, it cleaved through its paper flesh with tremendous ease.\n\nRepeating the same motion again and again, she was already through the first two sets of paper-men. There, she can barely see what's happening at center before having to slash the obstructions in order to get through.\n\nHer blade striking the flesh of the paper-man.. Didn't manage to go through like the other ones before. Blinking, she craned her neck, hearing the screech of metal against metal. Clicking her tongue, Fay went back to pull the sp—\n\nThe poor, young elf didn't manage to bring her spatha back up when she got socked at the face by one of the creatures. The action caught her off-guard. When all the other things before did as much as nothing from her, these were *Very* Different.\n\nWith her behind taking the fall to the ground, she set a hand against where the paper man's fist collided. It stung, then began to ache. A split second of shock could be seen on her pretty face before morphing into one of anger.\n\nThe amount of things here blocking the path, she herself wouldn't manage to go through all of them. Looking back, the Mogash would certainly be of great help for her. \n\nPicking herself up to a knee, her head still aching from the punch, cupped her hands around her mouth. There, she began to call out for the Mogash — or whoever was available in the moment.\n\nBecause she doesn't know the Mogash name, she simply called him his race's second name:\n\n\"*Heeeyyy! Orc!*\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Calling the man out definitely caught his attention. He comes from, not the last area that Fay saw him from, but the hallway to the right. The man can reach her without tearing through the enemies first as well.\nHe appears excited, hoping that she'll ask him to tear the paper beasts apart... But he doesn't seem to speak. Either he doesn't talk while fighting, or the man is a mute, but he seems to understand what other people say.```\n\nWe almost at the end tho. Should be done tomorrow if all goes well." }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Calling the Mogash is a success. With a big grin mirroring that of the Mogash, she directed an index towards the palisade behind her. He could easily understand what she meant. \n\nAnd that, Fay stood up from the floor. Her head is still aching, but other than that, she seems to be ready to enjoy the paint-bath." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The Mogash follows where she points and lays eyes on the barrier of portrait people. He does appear to recognise that they are tougher than usual - especially given that Fay had an injury on her face.\nHe opts to care for Fay first, and gently takes her by the arm to help her stand and make sure she doesn't fall from being stunned. He puts up three fingers as if to ask how many she sees, in case she's disoriented.\nIf all goes well, he'd turn to the palisade of paper maché and takes up his two axes, then begins tearing into them like a whirlwind. A berserker on the battlefield, ripping and shredding through his enemies with no remorse or relent, tearing them apart with his axes or his bare hands as he sees fit or as the situation requires it.\nThank whatever divine forces there are, that these things aren't actual people. To think of the death this man could bring if he wanted to... But his caring for Fay seems to show that he's a kind soul at heart.\nSoon, he managed to open up a hole in the wall, big enough for Fay to pass through. From inside, the Artist (High Elf) and Lee turn their heads to look at him. While the perp recoils and backs away toward the wall of portrait people, Lee's eyes turn to Fay and she smiles.\nThere's a wound on Lee's chest. She must have gotten clipped in combat. It isn't serious, she is managing to stand, but it's still concern enough for the Mogash man to stop racking up a body count and go to her. He promptly picks Lee up and carries her a bit away from the Artist, holding one of his axes and pointing at the perp to threaten her into staying back.\nThe Mogash barks over his shoulder as if calling Fay in. He recognises this was her purpose... Probably the man was watching the duo as they investigated, and he jumped in to the aid of the good fight.```" } ]

[ { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Only light scratches seemed to adorn her cheeks at the moment, only after that she will have to deal with a bruise on her white skin. Her eyes moved towards the Mogash's hand, blinking before her vision settled in. \n\nShe isn't disoriented to a nasty point, yet that isn't something to worry of currently. Simply giving the 'mute' Mogash a nod, she stood to the side, watching said Mogash massacring the portrait-beasts splatters of paint ruling the marble floor in a colourful spectrum. If one were to imagine that these things are men and not paper.. That orc is frightening.\n\nWith the orc paving down an opening for Fay, she spent no second rushing in beside the berserker. Gripping the hilt of her spatha, she pointed the tip of the blade at the High Elf. A scowl is present on the young elf's face, eyes narrowing down at the Silnarian perpetrator. \n\n\"Put your *Cocksleeves* Away you *Dairy-breasted three inch knave*!\" \n\nIt's not more appropriate than yelling them to stand down simply, rather, it was what she could come up of the moment." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "This is the third time in one minute I've sent this message but\n\n```The Mogash man appeared to recoil at the series of insults Fay fired at the High Elf. He backs up a bit, continuing to hold Lee and protecting her under his arm, while they watch Fay and the Artist stand off.\nThe High Elf backs up a bit toward the wall of portrait people. She makes contact with one by touching it on the shoulder, and it breaks off from the group and rushes toward Fey to attack her. A second and a third one, and several more as the Artist appears to be clearing a path by commanding her summons so she can get away. Fay is forced to retreat or try to fight back, but she does have help - an axe flies past her with massive force and cleaves through several enemies as it passes, even destroying part of the wall (of monsters not the building).\nThe Mogash had thrown his axe to help Fay, and after that he would move away with Lee. He meets with the Blue Oni man who made his way here, and goes with them to give Lee some healing. Though her wounds aren't serious, it's still cause for concern, therefore the elder will heal her with his other magic.\nThe axe that was thrown then seems to 'return', ripping out of a body and floating over to Fay. An enchantment of some kind, allowing her to call the weapon to her hand... Must have been the Mogash giving her permission.\nShe can accept the weapon or leave it. Got time to reconsider as more bodies start piling out of the tiny gap that the perp slipped through, while said perp continues to try to escape.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "With how the paper-men showed their strength earlier on, she knew she doesn't have much capability take on all of them. Retreating back with her left foot, she watched the beasts a-front of her get torn in half by the force of the axe. Guessing it was the Mogash, she opted to thank him after this. \n\nShe gripped the axe with her free hand, her blade at the side while the axe in the other. Her own spatha had a series of enchantments ladled inside the material, which helped the blade go through the portrait-beasts with ease. \n\nPulling the ax back over her shoulder, she swung the armament towards the approaching bodies, committing half of her weight to the throw. \n\nAfter that, she gripped the hilt of the spatha with both hands comfortably." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "I actually never look at character sheets lmao\n\n```Fay feels empowered when the grabs the axe, like it has many levels of Blessing of Strength. When it was used to cleave a foe, it ripped through them like nothing, as if enchanted with Shredder.\nJudging by the enchantments on it, it was basically the same as Fey's personal spatha. It only surpassed her weapon as it has maxed out Strength blessings, as opposed to her weapon's near-max.\nWith both of these weapons, Fay rips through each of the enemies and kills them in a single strike much like the distraction monsters. The only difference here is that these ones can actually harm Fey as they were stronger, and they can withstand her unarmed attacks.\nThat being said, Fay has little issue assuming she cuts off the reaching limbs or even makes contact with the enemies.\nShe is able to recall the Mogash's axe to her hand after dropping or throwing it, making it useful as a ranged weapon too.\nEventually the bunch of paper bodies stopped. The room went silent besides the clicking of shoes running down a hallway. The High Elf looks back at Fay with a shameful scowl, and continues on.\nDon't let her get away!```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Re-calling back the axe the Mogash had given her (temporarily, of course), she caught the stiff handle of the weapon before breaking off into a sprint. Using the axe, she would be able to fend off any blocking paper-men and those who tries to grab her from behind. \n\nBreaking off into a sprint, the distance between her and the High Elf is spacious. Due to them being both members of the same species, there was no difference in how fast one can able to go. Throwing the axe at her is out of the question, since that would kill her of course. Her spells are also unavailable.\n\nAnd so, just the old-fashion chase." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Fey tears through what was left of the enemy and manages to catch up to the High Elf quite easily... The perp was slow. Perhaps she got injured, or she was too used to having her summons do the dirty work and didn't often get chased.\nFor whatever reason, the Artist doesn't draw on (no pun intended) the valuable historical paintings while she runs. Instead she finds ones of less value to create more monsters to block Fey. The Artist fires a curious magic bolt at one of the paintings and a portrait person tears out of it, then goes at another.\nEach two new monsters merge together and combine their mass as well. They don't change in size, but in strength. Judging by how many strong ones there were in the previous room, and how many more distractions were in the rest of the gallery, that must mean that nearly every painting has been destroyed for the creatures... Except the ones that are being intentionally missed.\nThe lone monster rushes towards Fey and attempts to tackle her, trying to ram into her abdomen to take her down.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Wielding the ax in her left, she repeated the same throwing motion. Pulling it back over her shoulder before throwing it at the stronger portrait-beast. If the throw was successful in staggering the beast, Fay continued on to advance towards the beast. \n\nUsing the spatha, she held the spatha with both hands. Prepping the blade like a bat, she lowered her top half before swinging said blade at the monster's side. Without wasting anymore seconds, she went on chasing the High Elf, confident that the beast is dealt with. \n\nWhile she isn't a girl of artistic taste, is she admits that the amount of destroyed pieces of artwork here is quite depressing. She understands the effort and passion behind the pieces, and having them ruined by a High Elf only does her sour. \n\nThere is absolutely no way she will let the wench escape." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Fay manages to cut through the one beast... Just the one? Why only one?\nAs it so turns out, even that one was supposed to be a distraction. When Fay reaches the point of the hallway where she can see the next room, she was greeted with a wall of paper bodies, and the High Elf standing, facing toward Fay, with a curious weapon in her hand.\nThe woman steps toward Fay, with her blade out sideways, showing the flat edge to offer mercy to Fay... Or request her to stay her hand for a time.\n\"I felt how your stomach churned when you saw that first painting,\" The Artist said. \"It disgusted you... Yet you still pursue me, to put my 'crimes' to an end. Have you any idea why I am stealing this art?\"```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "Another wall of portrait-beasts obstructed the young elf from pursuing the High Elf any longer. Yet it seemed this is where it would all come to a finish. Staying her ground, Fay's ears flicked at the sound of the High Elf, her face still bearing the unpleasant expression for the woman. \n\nShe wondered why the woman was even speaking. Perhaps as a way to stall time while she casts a more powerful spell than those before? Either so, she opened her free hand, beckoning for the axe to come back to her hand. \n\nHer face, shadowed by her light fringes, she soon replied.\n\n\"You are not worth another sentence, else I'd call you a fat-gutted *Bitch.*\"\n\nThe young elf despises High Silnarians, that is without a doubt. One could easily see where such hatred originated, and sadly, many could reciprocate. That's how far the despicable race's hand terrorized the inhabitants of this world. \n\nYes, they do not deserve mercy." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "`You gained a majority of the positive paths throughout the hour that Fay and Lee were investigating the Gallery. There may have been more in further hours, but there was a lack of time and Fay didn't do enough to progress time further for different outcomes.\nLee approaching the High Elf by request of Fay at the end triggered the desperation and caused the gallery to suffer tremendous damages in costs. Advanced and Historical paintings are unscathed, but the place is a huge mess and every other painting has been destroyed.\nArresting the High Elf has had its reward slightly reduced - 8 gold instead of 10, as the law reasons that they need to pull part of Fay's wage to reimburse the gallery. Exemption from a minor crime of theft or below is still kept. Lee keeps her job and the High Elf is taken into custody.\nReleasing the High Elf allows the perp to escape, and she vanishes without a trace never to be seen again. What is left of the portrait people return to the paintings they spawned from, cleaning part of the mess and reducing the ultimate damages to the gallery. The previous stolen painting is returned. Lee loses her job and joins New Sunlight (Fay's suggestion was remembered and Lee does not hold any grudges), and Fay does not receive any Gold reward and may potentially become wanted by the law depending on how she acts afterwards. An additional reward may be given by the High Elf.`\n\n`Fay may decide - Arrest, or Release`" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "The young elf shook. Not of hesitation, but of anger. Dare the woman had the gall to present herself in such way to her, to act innocent where she is not, to answer where she was not questioned. Fay could not understand it, she could not understand why she acts this way despite deserving it oh so much. \n\nThe plan to steal away such paintings, a reminder of such a solemn time. Hiding their actions for the future generations to see. What gives them the right to forbid their punishment? The entirety of their lives viewing their kin as nothing but stone; a foundation for their slave-built empire. They cannot understand the pain they've placed many through, where it broke their hearts and will again and again. The labour which caused many deaths, broke many bonds. People like Fay, served as the permanent reminder of their doing. A saying, that is most fitting:\n\n*Never forgive, never forget.*\n\n-\n\n\"Take a knee, turn yourself to authority.\" *Scum.*\n\n\"*~~Know your place.~~*\" She whispered from beneath her own \n\nWasting not a minute, Fay approached the submissive High Elf. The ax, she no longer wielded, left on the floor where she once stood. Her personal spatha however was still in her grip, in the case where one of the portrait-beasts were to assault her." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The High Elf resigns and takes a knee in surrender. \nAs she does so, each and every one of the portrait people begin to return to where they came. They stop fighting, stop blocking paths, and stop doing anything else, to return to each picture and remake the image. The portrait people prioritise the most valuable paintings as they banish themselves.\nLee was now healed and she finds Fay and the Artist. The Macen sighs with relief. \"Oh, man, wow... You did it.\" Lee approaches the High Elf and wrests her arms behind her, then binds them together with magical ropes. She grabs the back of the woman's dress to pull her up to her feet, and then smiles to Fay. \"Thank you so much for your help. Guy outside will negotiate your pay. No fault of your own, but they might need to take a few pieces out of the 10 gold to pay for the damages.\"```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "There comes the finish. The High Elf is arrested, the paintings, returned, and the portrait-beasts de-spawned (not before fixing everything, of course). Fay would be one to celebrate, but at the end, it only developed her *Dislike* For her sister-race. \n\n\"Ehh??\"\n\nShe let out, obviously displeased with the deduction. Though suppose she should be grateful that only two pieces will be lost to her.\n\n\"I guess that's my only reward for today, hah?\" \n\nIt was rhetorical, but if it's possible, she could gently press the lawmen to give her some compensation? *If not, maybe the Mogash's ax would do well for a reward.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee chuckled at her rhetorical question. \"Yeah... Wish there was something else I could do.\"\nPeople started leaving the gallery. Now that the perp has been caught, the lockdown has been uplifted and people are allowed to depart. Lee walks with the High Elf bound and heads out as well. She slows down for Fay in case the Wood Elf wants to keep up and come with, maybe have another conversation about something while they're leaving.```" } ]

[ { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "There was nothing else the young elf could do in the gallery, and she didn't want to see the High Elf any further. And so, she told the Mace that she'll wait for her outside, before departing off to the exit. \n\nRays of sunshine struck Fay's face, her eyes squinting to adjust to the daylight. Having been stuck in the expo for two hours and a half, the sight of the heavenly star brought a smile on her face. Stretching her joints, Fay began to look for the previous lawman, the one who she met before, for the reward." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Of course Lee did understand... She wasn't surprised that even other elves despised High Elves.\nNow Fay is allowed to leave the gallery. On her way to the entrance, she sees the first lawman that spoke to her, doing a head-count of people to make sure there were no casualties during the attack. He was made aware that the High Elf didn't kill anyone and only intended to distract people and make her escape, but that she assaulted an officer of law was a crime punishable to nearly the extent of murder.\nThat was a point that he made audibly clear while listing out the Artist's crimes, of today and yesterday. Guy then lets Lee take her away, and he approaches Fay... Though doesn't talk yet until they're outside. Seems even he doesn't like art and wanted to get out as soon as possible.\n\"You did well,\" He says. \"I assume Lee already explained that you may lose part of the listed reward for damage compensation? I hope you understand, our precinct doesn't have so many funds to spare after this...\"```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "\"Yeah, yeah. I know.\"\n\nIt's evident that the elf is slightly annoyed by the change. The reward was promised at the start with that amount, anyone would be irked by it. \n\n\"I'm surprised that you guys aren't that funded, being the capital's city watch and all.\"\n\nNew Salvain's a large city, of course. With how much land the kingdom touches, crime is very lively in such a crowded place." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```\"So am I. There are several precincts per section of this city, and with the rate of crime slowly decreasing, I believe they are intending to shut one down per area,\" He explains. \"So I have reason to believe it is ours... Or 'was'. Officers will be allowed to move elsewhere, or laid off and have to find another job.\"\nThankfully Fay told Lee about New Sunlight. Even if she doesn't lose her job, it's still an option.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "*Shame.*\n\nLetting out a sigh, she extended her hand towards the lawman. Nothing else she could talk about, better to be done with this and leave already." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```\"As for your pay, of course,\" He says, taking out a bag with coins in it. \"We had to withdraw two gold from your reward, unfortunately. There is eight gold equivalent here.\" He hands the sack of coins over to Fay. \"Thank you for your service.\"```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "She took the bag from his hand, pulling up the flaps of her satchel before slipping the coin inside. Won't need to count the amount, the enforcers are trustworthy enough. \n\n\"Mhm, you're welcome.\"\n\nShe mumbled out, bidding the lawman good-bye before heading off to the side. Fay did say that she'll wait for the undercover Macen, though Lee's taking a lengthy amount of time with the High Elf. Probably needing to write up the required paper-work?" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Fay deciding to stay and wait for Lee for a while left her there for a couple of minutes, before the Macen came back to her. \"Hey, sorry for taking so long. How you feeling?\" She asks. Lee looks over Fay for a moment with a confused look. \"Did she even attack you? She gave me a tough time but you seemed to have caught her very easily.\"```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "\"Just fine, I suppose. Other than messing around with paper, it was child's play; a cakewalk.\" \n\nRubbing the side of her face with a hand, it was still sore from the harsh hit she got from one of the portrait-beasts — Gods, why does paper hurt that bad? While Fay only suffered from light paper cuts on her face, it pales in comparison to the Macen's own wound.\n\nGlancing down at said Macen's torso, no bandages could be seen rather than the dark stains of blood on the cloth. Hail, Magic. \n\n\"You tired her out during your small duel, Macen. I'll have to thank you for that.\" \n\nShe gave the woman a thumbs-up, a smile gracing her lips, a short-lived chuckle escaping her lips.\n\n\"Though, I believe this is where I'll hop off.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee smiles to Fay, happy that it all turned out well. \"The old man healed my injuries very quickly. Not even scar tissue... Must have dedicated his entire life to healing others.\"\nNow she was about to leave, but decided to offer something; \"Hey, would you like to go get a drink? All on my dime. Least I can do for your help.\" Though Lee did intend to at least help to pay back some of what Fay lost due to the destruction... That Lee was aware was her fault, causing the chaos to start by confronting the High Elf and forcing the reaction.```" }, { "author": "vitzpak", "message": "She tilted her head at the Macen, contemplating the decision before ultimately shaking her head. A pleased expression ever still present on the Silnari's pale features. While she is grateful for the offer, there's absolutely no need for such.\n\n\"Thank you, but no. Keep your coin to yourself, Macen.\"\n\nWith that, she bid her good-bye with a wave. Turning her front towards the opposite direction, the young elf soon departed from their sight, a their dirtied hood pulled up over their head.\n\nFay did notice that she wasn't able to give out her name. *Oh well.*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The Macen woman nods in understanding. There was one last thing to say though; \"If you'd like to see the trial, check in at the courthouse tomorrow. I'll be there too if you want to meet again once more.\"\nWith that, Lee takes her leave (assuming Fay doesn't stop and respond yet).```\n\n**Quest Complete**\n\n\n- +2PP" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Begin: DELIVERANCE quest```\n\n```Criminals have escaped. Death row inmates who have committed acts against Drase and her people, so horrible to the point where they are due for execution - now out on the streets and free to do as they please. Are they back to killing and thieving? Have they run into the arms of crime syndicates for protection? What are they doing now? Hopefully they aren't doing what they plan to for long.\nThat's why there's a call for aid from the law to all mercenaries who want to make easy money. The flyer plastered all over every board in the city describes the appearance of the three escapists, their last known locations, and their crimes. All of these criminals are allowed to be executed by one's own hand, but a higher reward is offered if they are returned alive.\n- A middle-aged Fire Macen man, arrested for treason and conspiring to assassinate government officials. Last seen in the slum areas; known to have fiery magic. 3 Gold dead, 10 Gold alive.\n- A Canifor woman, convicted of murder and cannibalism of at least twenty people. Last seen in the markets. Known for savagery and biting off pieces of her enemy. 2 Gold dead, 10 Gold alive.\n- A Dark Elf woman, trialled for assaulting officers of the law with intent to kill. Last seen in residential areas. Known for skill with blades and swiftness on her feet. 2 Gold dead, 10 alive.\nTheir descriptions and pictures were also attached. The most notable features of their faces are plain to see - the Fire Macen has a fully burn-scarred face with no hair on his head; the Canifor has grey-blue fur and hair and a blind scarred eye; and the Dark Elf is missing her right ear.\nPerhaps this information would catch the eye of a pair of passing mercenaries?```\n\n**Causally walking down the street Maximus turns his head to see some posted flyers and Walks up to them .Maximus leans in taking a quick glimpse at the text intrigued by the call to action he snatches up a flyer then turns to Uggy, waving him over**\n\n\"Hey, take a look at this\" \nPointing to the flyer \n\n\"It says something about some Death row inmates are on the loose and there's a bounty out for them, It could be a quick couple of coins for us if we play our cards right\" \n\n** He then turns back to the flys to see the full description **\n\nHey it's better than I usually do." }, { "author": "kuruminoah", "message": "Uggy had been sneaking about in the capital of the Salvainian Empire. He'd be hoping to *Invite* Some more people to his Jibbler and *Take their payment*. Then, he'd spotted a Felinid all by himself! *Kekeke...* \n\nUggy would creep up onto this Felinid... Getting closer... And closer...*And closer*...He was almost read to snatch up-*OH HE MEANS*-kindly borrow the Felind's coins until the Felind addressed him?!\n\n\"Hm?\" Uggy would mutter nervously and innocently as possible while the Felind told him to look at the flyer. This man noticed Uggy? Why did he not say anything? Why was he so friendly? Was this...*Friendly man?* \nUggy would crawl up on the Felinid and rest upon his shoulders. *Friend man!* Uggy would start playing with the Felinid's cat ears as he did what the Felinid told him to and read the paper. \n\n*Bounty?* Uggy thought as this new stranger friend told him about this strange paper writing. Uggy read the paper writing as well and understand the basics of it and that it was of bad people! \"Oh! OH!\" He said. \"Hide and seek? Play cards right? We play hide and seek and cards?\" Uggy would continue speaking as he played with the Felinid's hair as well. \"OOOH! Yes, we play! We find bad people!... How we seek these people? And where do we get cards?\" Uggy understood where these people were last seen, yet didn't know where to start the game." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Maximus kinda confused by the imp mentioning hide and seek and card games begins to explain the situation they are in **\n\n\"Now look here, this game of ummm hide and seek is special, we have to find these bad people and either put them to sleep or bring them back to the umm prison...\" \n\n**Hoping he know what prison means**\n\n\"We also got three people how we can go can go and find, it seems we got someone who plays with fire, a ummm man eating beast and a dark elf\"\n\n**Maximus then just stares at the imp waiting for a response but then realize he forgot to introduce himself**\n\n\"Oh Jerez laweeze where are my manners, The names Maximus Maximus Black\" \n\n**He then sticks out his hand**" }, { "author": "kuruminoah", "message": "\"Oooh yes yes! I know I know!\" Uggy replied sincerely. *But did he know? Oh who knows. He probably did.* Uggy would be delighted as Maximus offered Uggy a handshake! Uggy would place both of his hands onto Maximus' then jump and swing himself to harmlessly latch onto Maximus' arm. \"Uggy!\" He replied with the utmost sincerity and enthusiasm! \nUggly would snatch the flyer with one hand and re-read it again. \"Hmm... Dirty stinky place we go first?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Maximus scratches his head thinking, **Dirty stinky place?**He thought to himself**\n\n\"Ohhh you mean the slums umm... Sure... Yeah we can head that way\" \n\n**Maximus agrees and begins to head in a direction**\n\n```They make their decision to go to the slums first. It takes some time, but eventually the pair make it to the less wealthy edge of New Salvainia.\n\nHere they are now. Gotta say it's nearly depressing how low-maintenance this place was. The jobless, the homeless, the low-income workers, and the oppressed or run-out all live here in the slums, where the streets are full of waste and roughly half of the houses ought to be condemned to demolition. It's not a pretty sight, but some of the people around here didn't seem to mind so long as they had a roof, or a fire barrel, to keep them warm.\nThe perfect place for a runaway death row inmate to hide, especially one accused of treason and conspiring to assassinate the big wigs.\nWhere to start asking questions? Well there were a couple options. The pair could speak to a group of people nestled around a fire barrel, go knock on a few doors, or split up and just search around.```" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Uggy would be resting on Maximus' shoulders yet again. He'd grasp Maximus' hair again and gently use the big cat's hair as horse reins! Oddly or fitting enough, Uggy was not bothered by the sight or smell of the slums.\n\"Oooh,\" Uggy uses the big cat hair reins, \"Those people give us hint!\" Uggy tries to steer Maximus towards the people snuggled around the campfire. *Strange how people like camping out in grubby streets. Uggy would never understand. He should invite them to his Jibbler!*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**As Unggy tugs on his ears to direct him towards the group of people near the campfire Maximus cast speak plainly to be able to get a better senses his surroundings while trying to hear anything helpful from any nearby ruffian**\n\n\n\nUpon casting the spell, the caster can understand the speech of anyone within 50ft of themselves as though the user were standing right next to them. This is selective, can translate from any language, allows the caster to comprehend any accent, and amplifies the volume of the target only for the user. This does not make the user learn the accent or language, and has no lasting effect after the spell ends. The caster's eyes glow when this is used, and it may last for 8 turns.\n\n**Approaching the campfire Maximus calls out**\n\n\"Hello there\"\" **He says with a big smile on his face while waving his hand in a friendly manner**\n\n\"\"Y'all mind if I ask ya some questions about something?\" **He said cautiously while listening closely to the surround people and environment**\n\n```The moment Maximus cast the spell, he would be able to hear several conversations. Most were about common grievances and the desire to abolish wealth, or 'eat the rich' sort of thing, but one other was mentioning a man wearing a strange costume and shackles.\nFortunately for Maximus and Uggy, the conversation they want to hunt was taking place around the camp/barrel fire that they were approaching, so that was a good decision.\nAn elderly Macen man lifts his head and looks at the pair for a moment before speaking. \"Ask away,\" He said with a gruff voice. The man then coughs for a moment, hacking heavily before spitting out a glob of bloodied saliva off to the side, then turning back to them.```\n\n**As Maximus approaches he continues to listen to his surroundings carefully**\n** Maximus hold up the poster** \n\"Have you happened to have seen this man\" \n** He says pointing to the picture of the Middle-aged man**\n\"He might be wearing some like shackles or something, and we have information he might be around here?\"" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Uggy would continue casually playing with Maximus' hair while listening to the conversation. He did not seem to mind the old man spitting up nasty. Uggy would then add to Maximus' question with \"He's a bad guy~\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "\"Yes a umm bad guy\" \n**Maximus says while looking to the left and the right** \n\"Any information about him will be useful, can ya help us out?\"\n\n```The old man narrowed his eyes for a moment at the two as they described the man, and he leaned closer to take a better look at the picture.\n\"Oh I know him. He came by not too long ago and lit the fire for us. Been cold days recently so that helped,\" The old man explains, and judging by the good news given about the guy he didn't really seem to be negative. \"Now I could tell you where he went, but we\" He gestured to the others here as well \"Need something too.\"\nThe others consisted of a young Felinid woman wrapped in rags and tenderly holding a bundle in her arms that appears to be moving, and a gigantic Brayer, larger than most others, with no horns on his head and a missing arm. At first glance the Felinid woman appeared the only one capable of working for pay, but when a tiny little arm reached up from the cloth bundle she was holding, it was made clear that she was a young homeless mother.\n\"Do you have food, or coin we could use to buy food? The baby's nearly starving, and if I'm gonna give info that may end a life, I'd rather get a return that could save another.\"\nOne might think this was shameful behaviour, 'protecting' a death row inmate, but on the other hand he was also caring for the next generation of people to take his place in the world. Can't see no wrong in that, right?\n\nGive Food, or Coin (choose amount, at least 10 Silver), or leave?```\n\n**Maximus digs around in his pockets and takes out 10 gold coins and reaches it out to the old man** \"Would this be enough?\" \n**Maximus say while look at the Felinid woman with concern**\n\"If that's good then please hurry and tell us all ya know, this man may have appeared nice but he is a dangerous individual\" \n**He says eagerly awaiting an reply**\n\"And he isn't the only one that we are trying to recapture so please hurry\"\n\n```The old man takes the coins as offered and quickly counts them out in his head.\nTen gold?! Wow! His face says it all.\nHe stands up and goes over to the one-armed Brayer, placing the coins in his once-empty wallet, and requests him to go get food, suitable for them and some for the baby.\nWithin moments, the Brayer stands up, pushing off the ground with his one large arm, and starts heading in the direction of the market to buy food for the group.\nThe old man returns to them. \"Thank you so much,\" He says. \"The convict lit up every single fire barrel and campfire that he went past while he was leaving. Follow the roads with flames on them to find him. I don't know exactly where he is, though.\"\nNow that that information has been gleaned, it's made obvious that there are literal paths of burning contained fires throughout the slums. Where the Fire Macen man did not go is where the fires are not burning. That ought to make it easier.\n\"Listen... I won't judge you if you do turn him back in, but at least consider sparing the man,\" The elder asks kindly. \"He shared his story and claims that he was falsely accused and framed... He's doing so much good for us underprivileged, so I believe him.\"\nThe old man approaches the Felinid woman and sits down beside her. Such a young mother... It's really sad. The elder plays with the baby and speaks kindly to it, letting it grab his finger and cooing to keep it contented until the Brayer returns with food.```" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Everything seemed to be going well! Uggy would often help stinky poor people by giving shiny stones or some leftover food he didn't like. Then Uggy would be completely frozen in utter shock! Maximus offered this crummy stranger man 10 gold?! It would take months for Uggy to make that much money! Uggy was mad! He didn't understand why-oh. Oh. *Oh*. Uggy knows Maximus plan! Maximus is a smart man. Of course, Uggy still listens to the old haggard man's description and hints for the game. But Uggy hops of Maximus' shoulder to stealthily stand behind Maximus. With his small frame he hunches over slightly to conceal him **Conjuring a War Dart behind his back.** Maximus was smart, he waited till the large scary beasty man was gone. \n`Cast War Dart 5 mana. 95/100`" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Maximus turns away and begins to follow the fire as Uggy drops off his shoulder and waves to them while still listening to other people have conversations**\n\n\"Hey little man\" \n\n**Maximus turn around to talk to Uggy but sees him not following him** \n\n\"Hey Uggy what are ya waiting for?\"\n\n**He then turns back and continues to follow the trail, he begins to cautiously look around and observe his surroundings**" }, { "author": "kuruminoah", "message": "Uggy would stand still for a moment watching Maximus, the elderly man, the woman, and the baby. Although, Maximus' plan didn't fully happen the way they wanted it to. The big beast-man took all the gold with him! Now this game is getting harder... Uggy will help with Maximus' plan. It will work!\nWhen Maximus called to Uggy, Uggy would reply with a sincere smile and say \"Starting game!\"\n**Uggy would launch the war dart towards the eye of the elderly man while using his other free hand to cast Plague Bolt toward the woman.**\n\"Cat man! Grab small person!\" \n`Cast Plague bolt for 3.75 mana. 91.25/100`" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The old man hears the imp shouting and looks over at him, seeing that the creature was holding a weapon and ready to throw it.\nHe quickly gets up and moves the mother aside to get her out of the way, dodging the bolt at the same time.\nAnd now? The old man was hostile toward the imp, and depending on things to come, possibly Maximus.\n\n\"I should have known you bloody bastards would turn on us,\" He says with a low growl, moving quickly toward Uggy to get in close for melee combat. The old man appears to have a magical energy about his person, and a transparent field that shines slightly... Like a magical ward or body shield.\nHe rushes toward Uggy and reaches to grab him. Bone plates on the man's fists suggest he is an Earth Macen, so his punches are gonna do a bunch of damage if he lands any of them.```\n\n**Maximus turns around to find out the commotion and see this simple transaction escalate and move it intervene and is quite close since he didn't move far away before this escalated**\n \"Hey HEY!!\" \n** Maximus says while putting both up trying to stop them and trying to get in between them, while trying to grab the old man's hand with one hand and the imp with his other hand**" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Uggy would be thankful for Maximus buying time for Uggy to properly take action! Uggy leaps backward to distance himself and while in the air **He produces a Fog Seed.** He flings that Fog Seed at the old man. \"*OOO* Dirty stinky old man become shiny strong man! *Kekekeke*\" When Uggy landed back on the ground, he immediately springs back up onto a nearby wall and begins scaling the wall snickering the meanwhile.\n`Cast Fog Seed 10 mana. 86.25. Restored 5 mana after 2 turns`" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The old man slowed down before reaching Uggy when Maximus came up and stood between them to defuse the situation. He was calm for now, but didn't let his personal ward vanish.\nThen the Fog Seed comes out and blankets the area in smoke. The old man backs off a bit to get out of there. After some time the smoke clears and Uggy has vanished (per now-deleted OOC), leaving Maximus on his own.\nThe elder sighs and turns to Maximus. \"He your friend or something?\"```\n\n** Maximus sighs**\n\n \"Well it's umm complicated I ummm kinda just met him in the street\" \n\n** Maximus says slightly chuckling** \n\n\"Anyway is anyone hurt or anything, like help ya before I go\"\n\n```The man looks over to the Felinid mother, who is still calmly cradling her baby - now crying due to the sudden turn of events - but otherwise seems fine, just slightly moved over to be more behind the fire barrel in case of stray projectiles during combat.\nEveryone else was completely fine as well, though Maximus may notice a couple glares directed at him momentarily before each pair of eyes eventually turns away.\n\"We're fine,\" The man says. \"Thank you.\"\nHe now goes back to the Felinid mother and child to help calm the baby down.\n\nNow back to business; looking around with knowledge of the Fire Macen now makes it obvious that there is an actual path of lit contained fires, be they fire barrels of campfires. Where the Fire Macen has gone, these fires are burning, and where he has not, there are none. Better hurry and follow them before people start spreading the fires to other spots for warmth.```\n\n** Maximus one again cast speak plainly to be able to better understand his surroundings while following the path of lit barrels**\n\n\n\nUpon casting the spell, the caster can understand the speech of anyone within 50ft of themselves as though the user were standing right next to them. This is selective, can translate from any language, allows the caster to comprehend any accent, and amplifies the volume of the target only for the user. This does not make the user learn the accent or language, and has no lasting effect after the spell ends. The caster's eyes glow when this is used, and it may last for 8 turns.\n\n** Listening carefully and using his enchanted hearing and sense of smell to try and get anymore leads on where the man could of went**\n\n```While Maximus follows the 'path' of lit flames, he hears random conversations throughout the area. Some of them seem to express gratefulness for the Fire Macen who lit the flames for them. Maximus is quite lucky that one of the conversations is talking about the direction the man went.\n\"Where'd he go after he lit the fire?\" Asked one, who was answered with \"Down that way. Think he went into that old house on the edge of town.\"\nSounds like a good place to start. The fire paths seem to point in that direction too.```\n\n** As Maximus approach's the edge of town he begins to slow down and slowly goes from a a walk to a crouched slow pace to create little noise as he gets closer to the house** \n\n** Maximus draws his bow and puts an arrow in getting ready if he needs to use it** \n\n** Luckly for Maximus he casted speak plainly so he can hear if there is any conversation in the house and any noise due to his Felinid sense of hearing**\n\n```The old house was quite some distance away, but Maximus gets there eventually. 'Old' is an understatement for this building. The wood is dark and rotten and the entire thing looks like it's going to collapse on itself.\nWas the runaway Macen really here though?\nMaximus couldn't hear anything coming from within. This suggests that either nobody is inside, or whoever may be isn't talking. Oughta check it out regardless though, right?```\n\n*Uggy will be able to rejoin as of now.*" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "*\"Hello friend!\"* Uggy would whisper to Maximus when Uggy finally caught up to him! Uggy had escaped the sticky situation earlier thankfully to Maximus. That old man seemed scary. Blocking both war dart and plague bolt? Uggy didn't think Maximus or Uggy would have an easy time sending that old man's family to meet Mommy and Daddy. Uggy had been following Maximus this whole time till they were at the edge of the town and Maximus slowed down his pace. \n*\"What're we doing?\"* Uggy asked still in a whisper. *\"Why we going to the broken house?\"* He'd say as he crawls up on Maximus' shoulders again. *\"Oh by the way, sad we lost 10 gold. Bye-bye trick the family plan didn't work. Sad. It's okay. Everyone make mistake Maxy.\"* Uggy would say comforting the Felinid with pats on the head.\n\n*\"New plan?*\" Uggy would say pointing to the old house. Does the fire bad guy live in there? *\"Uggy has ideas! What're your ideas?\"*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**Uggys random arrival startles Maximus causing him to jump a little, but he is able to hold back a shout due to being so close to the objective**\n\n\"Damn you need to not sneak up on my like that\" **Maximus whispers as he is crouch near the rotting building**\n\n\"Our bad guy might be in here so we need to be quiet and find out if he is or isn't\"\n\n**Maximus slowly approaches the door begins to open it slowly**\n\n```When Maximus and Uggy enter the room, they find that the door falls off entirely.\nThe duo starts in the room located below the player in this image (source: Darkwood, google search 'darkwood screenshots'). On their left they can see partially into the next room through tiny gaps in the old rotten wall, a room with very old beds and objects strewn about the floor where they haven't fallen into the floor gaps.\nThe whole place went dead silent. Quiet, to the point where the pair can hear the blood rushing through their ears with every heartbeat. This place makes them nauseously anxious.\nIf they proceed into the next room they'd see the window was completely destroyed with glass and wood splinters on the floor near it, and the door on the left is barely hanging off its hinges. There was some furniture in here though (not pictured); an old couch with many rips and tears in it, a table shoved in the bottom corner, and a pair of very damaged and bad-condition cupboards nestled in the corner near that door.\nThey could check them out, or just proceed... And hopefully decide soon before something falls on them or they drop through the floor. The boards creak with every footstep...```\n\nI intend for it to go until all parties agree to end it - you can clear one or two and stop, or go for all three. The convicts who have not been cleared will be carried on to the next instance of Deliverance hosted by me or another staff member deemed appropriate to handle the characters I've created." }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Uggy would *Not* Like the vibes coming from this dump. Why was this place abandoned? Is it used for anything now? Why didn't the people who left here come to his Jibbler instead?\nIn any case, Uggy couldn't imagine big bad fire guy to live here. Maybe. \"Check to see new things! If fire guy here, then he would've moved stuff! Or added decorations! I would've.\" \nUggy summons a **Spirit Wolf**. The wolf would be summoned and land to the right of Maximus, silently standing there. \"We use my baby to check for traps or freaky deeky old stuff. I like to put traps in my home.\" Uggy commands the wolf to cautiously walk to the left room and inspect the bed.\n\"My baby will see if too danger.\" Uggy tugs on Maximus' hair in anticipation hoping his baby won't get hurt.\n`Cast Spirit Wolves for 15 mana. 85/100`" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "**As Maximus is standing there he is Cautiously looking back and forward listening and observing his surroundings due to his dark vision any ill light areas become visible and he begins to move towards the couch**\n\n\"Ok Uggy, but stay light on your feet I feel like I could fall through this floor at any moment\"\n\n**Maximus draws his claws just for precautionary measures**\n\n```Creeeeak... Creeeak... Crack! The floorboards are very unstable, yet they are barely holding the weight of each individual character. Uggy would have weighed the pair down too much if he were still on Maximus' shoulders, and the wolf is fortunately ahead of the pair.\nThe walls seem like they're crawling. Well, correction; it's actually the copious amount of termites and maggots infesting the rotten wood, crawling around.\nThe table in the corner creaks and groans loudly, before the leg gives out and it slams against the ground. In the process, it also destroys the floorboards and falls even deeper down, smashing through the floor and dropping to the solid dirt below. Damn that was loud, especially given how silent this place was.\nThe summoned wolf seems to take interest in the cupboard next to the door, over actually trying to pass through the door - which it cannot given that the door is ironically blocking the doorway.```\n\n** As he slowly puts his foot down and hears the loud echoy creeping of the floorboard he just gives up on being stealth due to the floors and walks quickly around the room searching for anything unusual until he come soon the door way and try's to moved the door out of the way** \n\n\"Hmmm, hey uggy this door seems to be stuck do ya have anything that could ummm open it maybe?\"\n\"Or could u see if this room has a window to go through?\"" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Uggy would gently and carefully lower himself off of Maximus and back onto the floor. This forsaken place gave him the heebie-jeebies! He'd flinch as the cupboards loudly collapse onto the floor! Uggy was getting even more anxious than he already was. The roof might just cave in on both of their pretty heads in any second and Uggy couldn't hear anything except for... Nothing! He found it hard to imagine bad guys hiding here. Or maybe they like this sort of place? \nLooking at Maximus as he asked his question, Uggy would also see that the doorway was blocked *By the door. Keke funny*. Uggy changed the wolf's command to probe the couch. The wolf would approach the couch and presumably get on top of it to feel and poke around with its paws. Uggy shook his head at Maximus' question. \"Uggy not strong. Uggy also don't want splinters.\" Uggy would **Summon another Spirit Wolf**. \"Maybe my babies lightly push the door away.\" \nAfter summoning the second wolf, it'd start sniffing and pawing at the doorway. Uggy himself goes to scan the area of the fallen cupboards trying to see if anything was suspicious. \n`Summoned Spirit Wolf for 15 mana. 70/70`" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Uggy commanding the wolf to check the couch resulted in something rather entertaining. When the summoned creature jumped onto the couch, it literally vanished in a plume of dust. You'd hear several sneezes before it runs out, trailing silver particles behind it while it moves and sneezing a few more times.\nUggy can just barely inside one of the doors of the cupboard, the one that the first wolf was checking out. He feels compelled to open it and see what's inside.\nMeanwhile, the door really wasn't as stuck as Maximus claimed. With a little bit of pressure, the hinge snaps and the door goes tumbling down to the ground on the other side, loudly colliding with the wood and breaking some planks. He'd see partially into the next room - a knocked-out wall directly in front of him, and a spacious area to the left, but not a whole lot. There is a corner, which may prompt him to take care approaching in case something is hiding there.```" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "While Maximus was doing his own investigating, Uggy's finding had led him compelled to want to open the cupboard! Still, Uggy didn't want Maximus to be hurt. Uggy commanded one wolf to accompany Maximus and that wolf would presumably obey Maximus' commands in the meanwhile. The other wolf, the one still shrugging off all the dust and sneezes, would hobble over to Uggy and help him carefully open the cupboard." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Uggy and the wolf open the cupboard door, with a loud metal groan where the hinge's rust is grinding together. The door feels like it's about to come off entirely, but fortunately it doesn't make any more loud noises.\nWhat Uggy finds inside was... A dead large rat. A huge, huge rat, two foot long from head to tail. It has some wounds on it, suggesting the creature was injured and dying before it took shelter in this cupboard and died.\nMust be why the summoned wolves were interested in it - tasty dead meat. How long it's been dead for though? No clue. It isn't maggot-infested yet and there aren't any flies either.\nWell now that that's been discovered, Uggy can move on. The summon wolf that expressed interest earlier may try to eat it though, unless Uggy shuts the door again so it can't.```" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Uggy would be disappointed in only finding a rat. Actually he didn't know what he expected. Maybe a cursed finger or maybe the decapitated head of a noble. In any case, Uggy would notice the wolf having an interest in the dead rat. He couldn't understand himself but picked up the rat with two fingers and gave it to the wolf as a chew toy or snack.\nUggy waddled back to Maximus that had been doing his own investigation. He'd be back with 2 of his wolves now and retook command of the wolves. *\"What're we looking at?\"* Uggy would whisper to Maximus. Uggy would use his darkvision to spot anything, especially that inconspicuous corner." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "** Maximus looks around slowly, really eyeing that corner and as Uggy waddles up to him and whispers he reply's** \n\" Hmmm there is just something about that corner that doesn't sit right\"\n** Maximus begins to move over to the corner being pulled in by its suspension and inconspicuousness**\n\n```The corner was around the left, past the wall, and led into another small area. As Maximus got closer and saw further around the corner he'd see an old stove and fireplace. The stove is rusted and decrepit, and the inside of the fireplace was black as pitch with soot.\nTelltale signs of the presence of furniture are here too. A dozen or so spots on the ground where chairs and a table used to be. It seems as if this room used to be the kitchen-dining area back when the house was in its 'prime'.\nThere's another door ahead. Judging by the structure of the house so far, it's possible that this door leads into the room that the pair could see through the rotten cracks in the mud room (the room they first entered, from the front door). They could take a look at the other stuff here if they wanted before proceeding on, or just go.```\n\n** Maximus being interested in why this building has soo many doors decided to go and check the next door carefully and slowly trying the nob**" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Uggy and the two wolves would stand behind Maximus as he touched the nob. They'd curious and nervous to what might happen if they enter the room." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The cold made way for warmth as the pair came closer to the door. The doorknob was warm, as if it was either recently touched, or there was a fire on the other side of it.\nWas it the Fire Macen on the other side, emitting heat or burning something? Was he in the middle of the room, or right next to the door? Unless they have a spell that allows them to sense life or magic, or see through objects, they won't be able to know what it actually is.```\n\n** Having know spell to know exactly what behind the door Maximus instead retracts his claws and readies his bow** \" You ready little guy?\" ** He whispers**" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Uggy would position his two wolves in front of himself and nod in a yes! He took out his dagger just in case." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "** Maximus then slowly opens the door making sure to peak into the opening before fully opening it to reveal the room**\n\n```The slow opening of the door gradually reveals the room within. There's an old bed in the corner of the visible room so far, and the windows seem to all be boarded up... With relatively new wood, much better than that of the rest of the house. It's a recent job too, which means somebody is in fact living here.\nBefore Maximus could fully open the door, it slams shut on him, knocking him back out of nowhere and closing. Then a voice sounded.\n\"You're here to take me back to death row aren't you!\" A male voice calls out to the group from the other side of the door. \"I'm innocent, damn it, leave me alone!\"\nMaximus didn't suffer any injuries but the sudden shove did surprise him. Luckily the floor boards that he landed on didn't fall out from under him either.```" } ]

[ { "author": "Uggy", "message": "The door would slam on them and Uggy would be scared the whole house would come crashing down! Thankfully they would live to see another day. Uggy was surprised though that the bad fire guy did not attack them first or already try to escape. That was weird... But Uggy knew another way to play this game, he'd done it while begging for money. Uggy changed his tone and voice to sound more sincere. \"It's okay, it's okay! The old man told us of how you helped him and the others there. You lit up warm fires to help them in the cold. He also told us you were falsely accused, and we want to help.\" Uggy said winking to Maximus. Uggy knew he was speaking weirdly but hopefully, the guy would fall for it. Uggy telepathically commands one wolf to walk behind Uggy and appear harmless. The other one would quietly sneaks into the dark corner they' had just been to. Uggy lightly taps Maximus to continue on with the charade while summoning a war dart. \n`Cast War Dart for 5 mana. 65/70`" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "** Maximus facepalms knowing the last time Uggy had a plan it got them In Trouble** \"Sir listen, we are here to help and if you really are innocent do you have any idea who could of framed you maybe we can help\"\n\n```\"I don't trust any of you,\" The man says. \"Look, if you leave me alone I'll figure this all out myself and make things right. You can go for the other two wanteds instead, at least they are accused of a crime they did commit.\" He pauses for a moment. \"The Canifor is a cannibal - she kidnapped children too and probably did the same! If anything you should take her down first before she kills any more innocent people.\"\nThe man was not taking any chances with his life, especially when it came to being hunted and killed for treason that he didn't even do. At least he suggested and confirmed that the other two really are criminals, and made sure they knew the risks of leaving the cannibal alive... Killing children too.\nWhose health means more? An innocent man, or a cannibal-kidnapper known to target children?```" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "\"How can you figure this out yourself?\" Uggy says in almost a comforting way. \"How can you make this right? You *Ran* To *This abandoned place.* **By yourself.* You didn't run back to your home, you didn't try to take refuge in a friend or family member. You don't have anyone. *You're alone.*...Can you really solve this by yourself?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```\"This _is_ my home. I grew up in this place before it got condemned,\" He retorts. \"I've lived most of my life alone so far, and what little I had left was stolen from me when I got framed.\" The man opens the door slightly, several chains on the top, bottom, and middle holding it in place in case they try to shove through, but he doesn't show himself in case they have projectiles. Now his voice is more clear; \"In the dark corner there is a trapdoor, leading to a basement. I've compiled evidence, links, and profiles on several people to find out who did it and why, and how I can prove to the law what happened. I've done all of this on my own, and I am so close to being free... Getting my wife and kid back.\" After a moment's silence the man looks at them through the gap in the door... With his whole-burnt head and face, no hair not even eyebrows. At least the description of his appearance was perfect and spot-on to the image so it wasn't forged. \"Please,\" He begs. \"Just leave me be.\"```" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "\"...Did it hurt?\" Uggy asks softly. \"That burned scar on your face.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```He slowly nods. \"Fire magic is... Temperamental. Dangerous, to yourself as much as others, especially when you were just learning it. My wife saw past the scars though... I love her so dearly. Her and the boy we had together. He's a spitting image of me when I was a kid and I want him to have what I never could - parents to raise him.\"```" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "\"Did they frame you? For being an orphan with no connections? Or did you do **Something?**\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "** Maximus looks at uggy and then looks back then sighs** \" Let's make a deal you help us capture these last two and I swear to you I will help you find out the right answer... The truth trust me\" ** Maximus says and then throws his bow through the crack in the door to try and gain his trust a little**\n\n```The man moves aside as he sees something come toward him, then notices that it's one of their weapons. He looks at it then returns to the crack in the door.\n\"You realise you're going to be working with a convicted traitor?\" He asks rhetorically. \"If anybody recognises me out there and reports us, you two will be accused of aiding a criminal of one of the highest crimes, and also become wanted. I can't risk that.\"\nHe takes Maximus' bow and puts it back through the door.\n\"Yes, I was framed because I'm forgettable and 'unloved'. Easy waste management. But I'm not as useless as everyone makes me out to be. Thanks for your help, but you're wasting time that could be spent saving lives from the Canifor. Goodbye.\"\nHe then slams shut the door, and audibly walks away from it to another end of the room, where he won't be able to hear the pair anymore.\n\nAt least they decided to spare him. Hopefully they stay true to their word and leave him alone. The guy put heavy emphasis on going after the Canifor - she is guaranteed to be the most actively lethal convict, as a cannibal on the loose.\nSo next stop, marketplace? Unless they want to go for the Dark Elf first... Or try and continue to fail to convince the Fire Macen, who has made very clear that he wants no help whatsoever.```\n\n** Maximus looks and uggy and back at the door** \"Come on Uggy let's go he can't help us anyway\" ** Maximus says has he turns around and begins walking off out of the building and will be heading towards the market**" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "\"UGH!\" Uggy would be so annoyed! \"We had that Maxy! In the bag! Bad guy almost crack! I had plan. Make him friendly. Kill him fast. Or if we cant kill him, take evidence from basement! Or destroy house!\" Uggy would be sitting on top of Maximus' shoulder again but this time he would be lightly smacking the top of the Felinid's head. \"1 gold gone!\" Uggy would pout and finally rest his head using the Felinid's head as a pillow. Even when Uggy points, he scouts out for any signs of the Canifor woman. Grey-blue fur and a blind-scarred eye. Hopefully his listener and hawkeyes perks would help him as they approach the market. By now, he unsummoned his wolves and the war dart was gone.\n`75/100. 5 mana restored.`" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "** While uggy is pouting Maximus digs in pockets and pulls out one gold coin and lifts it up to his little buddy** \n\"Here ya go buddy take it\"\n\n** Maximus then again cast speak plainly allowing him to hear all the conversations in the market that are close by** \n\n** Mana 90/100**" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Uggy's mood would lighten up almost comedically fast! \"OOOH shiny!!\" Uggy glady takes the gold coin, plays around for a bit, before putting it into his pocket. \"Uggy accepts your apology Maxy.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The pair leave for the market.\n\nIt is now night time as the sun has almost fully vanished over the horizon, yet the amount of activity here doesn't seem to have changed at all. Still a lot of people walking around and buying and selling stuff.\nThe pair may feel compelled to look around and buy stuff... But they need to focus. There's a cannibal in the area and she needs to be taken down.\nAssuming that the spell was cast after arriving at the market; Maximus hears a great many conversations about the wares and stuff about the market, but nothing about a Canifor woman. Well, there were some occasional mentions of Canifor, but they were all interspersed with mentions of other races, more than just other Beastkin, so they won't be much help at all. Besides most of those were coming from vendors directing their products to specific races.\n...On the other hand maybe that is worth checking out. Nothing else to do besides looking and waiting for something to come up.```\n\n** Maximus thinks up a plan** \" Hey little buddy listen up I got a plan, I think you should climb to the highest point ya can find and then begins searching for anyone that looks like our person while I will go to the venders and see if they have seen our missing person how does it sound?\"" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Uggy would be *So tempted* To try and steal all of these pretty wares... Unfortunately, Uggy had to had bad eating lady first. \nMaximus told Uggy of the plan. Uggy didn't have any complaints but did have a suggestion. \"Check meat sellers first.\" Uggy climbed off Maximus to look for the highest point he can scout out the area with." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Good plan. Uggy can do overwatch and try to spot someone who matches the description from above, while Maximus asks questions.\n\nThe nearest and tallest structure was a big statue in the middle of a plaza that overlooks the majority of this area. Otherwise, he can climb on top of buildings and be able to move and climb around the area to see from different vantage points.\n\nMaximus on the other hand will be able to ask questions. Uggy's suggestion of checking out butchers and meat merchants was a good way to go, and there were a couple of them to talk to. A Wood Elf man was the nearest butcher, and there was a Felinid elsewhere also selling meat.\n\nBoth characters will need to make their decisions on where to go and who to start questioning specifically.```" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Uggy scales the big statue first, sitting on top of it and holding a tight grip. Uggy would again scan the area however this time as he was not moving and still at a single point, he would try to scour the area with more precise focus. Hopefully, his Hawkeye and darkvision comes in handy." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "** Maximus walks over to the Felinid vender and begins talking** \"Hey there ummm let me ask what's the best meat ya go here cause I'm looking for something special\" ** He says winking**\n\n```Climbing the statue nets Uggy a couple stares and a bit of disdain from passersby who notice him, but nothing end up giving him trouble. He manages to get up quite easily, the statue having some nooks and outcrops to grab and climb up on.\nScanning the area with Hawkeye lets Uggy see very clearly everything that's happening. All the people moving around nearly look like ants. He doesn't see anything out of the ordinary though... Not yet.\n\nWhen Maximus approaches, the woman's eyes flick up from the ledger she was writing in and she turns to him with a smile. She thinks for a moment as he asks for 'something special', and suddenly appears confused.\n\"Special?\" She asks. \"Uhm... What do you mean by that? Catering or something for an occasion?\"```\n\n** Maximus stands there completely silent and slowly lets out a long sigh** \"Yes I'm wondering what meat is the most bought by a Canifor... Ya know the misses lovers some meat\"" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Uggy wouldn't get anywhere like this... He couldn't tell everyone apart like this if they were all so small. *Smaller than him keke*. Would the big bad wolf be big enough for him to spot? He'd try to look over the area from this position just one more time..." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```If Uggy keeps an eye on the alleyways of the market area he might notice several people passing through, in and out of those areas. Most of them appear to be normal people taking common routes, but there are some shady people wearing hoods or dark clothes. Petty thieves mostly, which is a given being that they're in a market area. But if a kidnapper-slash-cannibal is going to strike then surely it would be in a dark alleyway out of sight.\n\n\"Ah, I see. One moment please,\" She requests, then going to her ledger to read through sale logs... But it might take a while. Long enough for another Turn.```" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Uggy would take notice of the potential dangers and opportunities someone could have if they lurked in the alleyways. He'd climb down from the statue and quickly shuffle through the crowd to enter the alleyway." } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "** Obviously Maximus gave himself the short end of the stick due to him being stuck here waiting for meat, while waiting he slowly picks his head up and stops tapping on the table to look around at the other meat venders and anyone selling any rope or shackles or anything of that sorts, still listening due to his spell he casted (one turn left) and using his sense of smell and hearing**\n\n```Couple glares again as Uggy climbs down the statue, but same as before nobody really bothered him. He passes through the area easily and approaches that chosen alleyway. It's rather dark in this one.\nIn fact there's somebody passing through already, a young man with arms full of fresh produce... Alone. A prime target. Best to follow him in case the convict strikes.\n\nMaximus doesn't really see much as he turns around... Except a hooded figure breaking off from the group and heading to an alleyway - which, unbeknownst to him, is the same location as Uggy and the person he's following.\nThe hood covers up most of the person's face, but the body shape is feminine. And there was a curious stench about the person, like old blood. Absolutely nothing you should be smelling when browsing meat.\nThe butcher turns back to Maximus after reading through the ledger. \"Canifor tend to prefer meats that can be safely eaten raw, at least in my experience,\" She explains. \"Often red meat, like venison or beef. But...\" She continued, but quietly; \"There was a Canifor woman in a hood who asked me for... Flesh. Not 'meat' but 'flesh'. Scary type, wore a hood. Weirdest request that I've ever had.\"```" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Uggy spots the young man with fresh produce... Alone. Uggy is tempted to maybe take any leftover coins he has from grocery shopping. He decides that it wouldn't be much harm to follow the man and attempt to make some side cash. He cautiously sneaks around the alleyway way following the young man trying to stay stealthy as possible." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "** Maximus signs and says** \"Listen I got to go thank you for the help il ummm be back later for some meat but right now I have to go and meet someone\" ** Maximus then starts quickly moving towards the Alleyway taking out his claws and reaches for his bow and readys an arrow casting triple arrow on the arrow**\n\n```Uggy might notice somebody following the lone man into the alleyway. A feminine hooded figure, stepping almost silently and following at a normal pace. Another thief, or the perp they're looking for?\nJust as the figure comes into vision, it stops, turns its head, and glares directly at Uggy... Then turns around to go back.\nUnfortunate for this individual, turning around ended up putting them in the path of Maximus. She realises this and turns around again to bolt, running past Uggy and in the direction of the lone person. She's going to attack him.```" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Not on Uggy's watch! That was Uggy's side pocket money! Uggy shoots out a **Plague Bolt** Directed toward the running figure. \n`Cast Plague Bolt. 81.25/100. 10 mana restored from past 4 turns.`" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "** Maximus aims low towards the legs while rushing toward her, has hit and run which allows for moving shots with no accuracy penalties and triple arrow is still enabled** \" Uggy disable them!\" ** He says **\n\n```The figure begins to move in a curious blur, as if they were melding with the shadows and moving in several directions at once. In the process they manage to dodge the incoming attacks - all of them - and the figure closes in on the victim.\nHer hands recede from her robe's long sleeves and reveal a pair of small curved blades, similar in shape and structure to khukuri knives, and she closes in quickly on the target. By the time the man turned around it was too late - one of the blades was already in his chest, and the other cud's deep into his belly and spills his guts all over the alley floor.\nThe figure watches as the man bleeds out, then turns her head to the duo that tried to attack her. Sights were set on Uggy, the smaller target, and she starts running for him next.```" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "*Kekekeke!* Uggy would snicker as another game started to play! First, he attempts to tumble to the side while **Creating a whip seed.** If he successfully dodges, he'll throw the whip seed at a spot adjacent to where he thinks the woman is going to land. From his other hand, he'll start to take out about 30 caltrops from his pockets.\n`Cast Whip Seed for 10 mana. 71.25/100`" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "** Maximus would throw his bow off to the side and take out his dagger putting it in his mouth sideways to hold to it . He then jumps on the wall and latches on with his claws and begins crawling across quickly it to get closer to her without being in her path**\n\n```The figure stops running for Uggy as she notices him creating the whip seed, and changes course for Maximus on the wall, running in his direction instead. She leaps at him with both daggers up in ice pick grip, attempting to stab him against the wall if she manages it.\nGood with knives, eh? Wait... Is it even the Canifor?```\n\n*Maximus seem her jumping at him and instantly retracts his claws making him fall from the wall, while he is falling he quickly grabs and throws his only dagger her way, due to (Hit and run he has no accuracy debuff) falling to the floor landing on his back and banging his head pretty good on the ground enough to kinda knock the wind out if him*" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Due to the figure redirecting her course, Uggy would tumble and hold onto his whip seed. Maximus would throw his dagger directly at the figure, Uggy takes this as sign to throw the whip seed at the wall in front of the woman. He uses his other hand to throw down about 10 caltrops underneath and behind where the figure would land if they decided to dodge backwards." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```She gets hit by the dagger landing in her back, and quickly leaps sideways off the wall, her own blades grinding against the stone and making sparks. The figure gets some distance from the pair before transferring one knife to the other hand to free one, then reaches to pull Maximus' dagger out of her back.\nThe blood on the end of the blade glistens in the pale light, but the figure doesn't appear to fixate on it. She instead turns back to the group.\n\"You're after us, aren't you?\" She asks, tossing the dagger back toward the pair. \"The death row convicts.\"```\n\n*Maximus quickly gets up, as he gets up the dagger comes flying by and cuts his leg, he then uses Healing Touch (Variable Mana)(Minor would)* \" Yeah we are and it seems you are one of them\"\n85/100 mana" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Uggy hops up and down a bit at the woman's question! \"Yeah! Yeah! 10 gold, 10 gold!\" He'd say as he **Launches a Plague Bolt at the woman.** Although it was weird. How did all these death row baddies escape? \n`Cast Plague Bolt for 3.75. 72.5/100. 5 mana restored`" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The woman lets Maximus heal himself, but doesn't let Uggy hit her with the bolt, stepping to the side to avoid it.\nAs she moves aside it becomes clear that she's standing where the man was killed, but his body's gone now. Where did it go?\n\"I won't let you hurt her,\" She says. \"You'll have to kill me first, and we're not letting you do that either.\"\n'We?'\nOh.\n\nSomeone else appears in the alleyway, rounding the corner and peeking first before creeping in. The eyes glow in the darkness, suggesting this is a Beastkin race - animal eyes often have a reflective layer in the back that allows better dark vision, so it stands to reason that some Beastkin would share that trait.\nBut it wasn't two eyes. It was one eye... Matching the description of the Canifor convict. If that's the case, then it also means the other one is the Dark Elf.\nBut why are they together? Unless...\n\nOh... Oh! Right.\n\nThe Canifor assumes a low stance, creeping forward and standing crouched beside the Dark Elf. Her piercing eyes glare straight at Maximus. \"I want the cat,\" She says hungrily. \"He looks... Tasty.\"\nThe Dark Elf smiles. \"Enjoy your meal. I'll get the other one.\"```\n\n**Maximus thinks for a second \"\" Cat?\"\" He think, and the it hits him and he instantly takes his claws out and starts to scurry up the wall** \"Uggy I think we need to rethink out plan!!!\"" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "*Kekeke* \"20 gold! 20 gold!\" Uggy would take in delight that the bad guys would come to him and Maximus! \"No more chasing, no more chasing!\" Uggy **Creates a Fog Seed** In his hand and throws it between himself and Maximus. Using his other hand, he wields his steel dagger and positions himself to the right of where he'd just been. Uggy hoped in this dense fog, Maximus would have enough time to go back and re-equip his bow.\n`Fog Seed for 10 mana. 62.5/100`" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "** Maximus quickly leaps off the wall and gets near his bow quickly stringing and arrows and taking aim trying to get a target**" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The Dark Elf stands for a moment, charging up a bit of magic and casting it on herself. This results in her eyes glowing red, and she suddenly appears to be able to track the two characters - especially since she lunges for Uggy with pinpoint accuracy through the fog.\nUnless Uggy can see through the smoke himself, he won't be able to avoid the Dark Elf's tackle-grab, which will result in her pinning him to the ground and pressing on his neck with her forearm to try to choke him out. Uggy can struggle and attempt to break out - he has a slight gen speed advantage, but also has a strength disadvantage, so he'll have to act quick or be knocked out.\nThe two are also within the fog, so Maximus won't be able to target the Dark Elf.\n\nMeanwhile, the Canifor ravenously chases after Maximus. She starts scaling the building after him, though acrobatically leaps between the two walls of the alley to go up - she runs up one wall a few steps, then leaps to the other and climbs it another few steps, all the while keeping her one eye locked onto him.\nWhen Maximus leaps off the wall, she also leaps directly at him. \"Come here, meat!\" She shouts at him as she flies toward Maximus with her arms out to grab him.\nDue to aim correction and such, he is very likely to miss - except for his perk Hit and Run. The arrow is likely to hit the Canifor and apply a moderate wound, but will not stop the Canifor from hitting Maximus.\nThe convict slams into Maximus and knocks him directly into the wall, then rides him back down to the ground. He suffers damaging grazes and scrapes to his back and a stun from hitting the ground, that doesn't last very long.\nNow on the ground the Canifor glares at Maximus with her teeth out in a hungry snarl, and she rears up in an attempt to bite him, which will result in a struggle if Maximus manages to block.```\n**One Moderate Wound to Maximus**\n\n*Maximus quickly draws his claws while jamming one of his arms sideways deep into the back of her throat and taking his left hand and slashing at her eye while bucking his legs up at her trying to make her lose her balance on top of him*" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Uggy wouldn't be able to tell where the dark elf is coming from although he is able to hear a loud sound of a lunge then sprinting coming from the dark elf. Missing ear ma'am seems confident in traversing through the fog, she most likely can see Uggy and go for a tackle or stab. Uggy can't see no ear woman so he can't throw any projectiles. However, Uggy **Creates another whip seed** In his hand, takes a couple of steps back, and this time throws it directly in front of him. Uggy might be hurt in collateral but this means i-don't-have-symmetrical-ears chick would have to attack from the side, above, or behind. Hopefully this means it'll buy a few more seconds. In those seconds, Uggy will place 10 more caltrops behind him. If not and the dark elf gets directly on top of him, she might become a partial shield for Uggy because of the whip slashes nearby. \n`Cast Whip Seed for 10 mana. 57.5/100. 5 mana restored.`" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Uggy's backstep avoid doesn't do so much to protect him. He hears a scraping and sees sparks against the wall, then is fallen upon from above-front with a well-targeted heel kick that slams into his face and knocks him backwards into his own caltrops, doing even more damage. The spell she is using allows her to see through the fog and use Uggy's own spell against him.\nWith Uggy hit by two attacks that can be considered moderate, his Constitution stat has been matched by those injuries, and he is now either disabled non-lethally, or will begin to suffer negative penalties to his other stats.\nNow she switches her target and goes after Maximus to aid her friend.\n\nMaximus lands a heavy strike to the side of the Canifor's neck and successfully slashes her with his left hand - that strikes her already-blind eye and doesn't do much more. She staggers to the side and gets off him, but that puts her out of the way for the Dark Elf to target Maximus.\nThe Dark Elf throws one of her knives at Maximus, targeting his shoulder to try and disable one of his limbs. The pair seem to be protecting and helping each other very vehemently... Like they're in love with each other.\nWonder what would happen if one of them died... What would the other one do? Like the Dark Elf said though, neither of them were 'going to let that happen'.```\n**Two Moderate Wounds to Uggy - Constitution has been drained.**\n\n*As Maximus gets up as fast as he can and he uses healing touch on his moderate wound which will be healed in two turns and then reaches into his pocket for a weapon and pulls out a....Lute because he is out of weapons... But that doesn't stop him he then try's throwing the lute at the incoming knife and try's to turn and bite down the mutts neck if possible*\nMana 90/100" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "**\"AHaHaHAHAHAHAHA!\"** Uggy cackles that sounds like he's almost choking! His plans are utterly fails! *How fun, how fun!* Uggy might just die! None of his spells were working! Oh,*Oh if only he was smart like Mommy and Daddy!*\n\nUsing **Walk It Off!** Uggy is able to heal the moderate wounds, but the caltrops are still scarping against his skin. Although with his adrenaline pumping and the burst of energy from Walk It Off, he doesn't care! With a jubilant grin Uggy ignores the caltrops embedded into his skins and hastily takes out a dosage of skullsbane. In a quick fashion he crudely opens the container, dunks his dagger into, and then launches dagger at the Canifor staggering away. Using what is leftover in the container, Uggy throws the rest of the skullbane toward the dark elf, especially targeting the wound on her back from Maximus' dagger! \n`Cast Walk It Off for 25 mana. 32.5/100. Surge of energy for 4 turns`" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The Dark Elf moves aside as she keeps her pace and avoids the lute and knife clash, and gets in dangerously close to Maximus. She grabs Maximus by the neck and slams him back into the wall before he can attack her friend, then pulls him back and throws him at the wall again to knock him down, then shin-kicks him in the abdomen. She is very clearly enraged and highly violent defending her friend.\nThe Canifor finally recovers from the throat strike and slash, but before she can even act, she gets a poisonous knife in her back that knocks her down again. Almost immediately she starts suffering the headache and finds it hard to focus. The Dark Elf however doesn't get hit by it, the remainder of the poison doesn't reach the wound.\nFortunately Uggy has an opportunity to try and knock out the Canifor before she recovers... Or he could opt to blindside the Dark Elf and stop her from attacking Maximus.```\n**Maximus has suffered the equivalent of one moderate and one slight wound, after healing the previous one**\n\n*Maximus is obviously getting annoyed with this charade, Maximus with his claws still out grabs hold of the dark elf's leg and uses his claws of his other hand to dig his claws into her lower leg and then arch his arm upward in a quick motion trying to cause 5, 3inch deep gashes in her left leg while pulling himself close to try and bite her other leg as hard as he can trying to crush bone*" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Instinctively, Uggy summons War Dart and was almost about to aim it at the Canifor to further disable her until... The gold coin Maximus' gave to Uggy dropped from his pocket. Even though this was within tiny milliseconds, time seemed to slow down as Uggy watched the gold coin glisten in the moonlight while falling... \nUggy screeches as intense as he could, **\"DIE WOLF LADY!!!\"** While coarsely ripping out a caltrop on his skin and flinging it at the Canifor. Uggy uses this shriek and caltrop as a distraction for the dark elf who obviously seems to care about the wolf lady. Hopefully the glistening of the steel caltrop in the alleyway light would fool the dark elf into thinking it was some sort of dart. After this action, Uggy launches his War Dart at the leg Maximus is intending to hold down and bite, Uggy specifically targets the hamstring. \n`Cast War Dart for 5 mana. 5 mana restored. 32.5/100. 3 turns of energy surge left.`" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Oh yeah, it's all coming together now.\nUggy screaming out for the Canifor's death distracted the Dark Elf from Maximus. The moment she turns around, Maximus gets to slice deep into her leg and sever the Achilles' tendon as he hits the back of her knee, causing the Dark Elf to collapse to the ground and become rendered unable to move. She desperately tries to get back up but can't for the life of her get to the Canifor. Because she falls, she unintentionally dodges the war dart... But that doesn't make a difference - she's been disabled now.\nThe Dark Elf screams in anguish more than pain, that she has been rendered unable to fight or escape. \"Get out of here, Ivy!\" She cries out to the Canifor.\nThe Canifor turns around and sees the Dark Elf on the ground. \"No!\" She screams loudly.\nShe's about to dive for Uggy, but then something else happens - the Canifor is attacked by somebody who's intervened, slamming into her back and pinning her to the ground.\nIt's the Felinid butcher that Maximus spoke to earlier. She's quickly caught the Canifor and twisted her arm and wrist behind the back, preventing the convict from moving. Fine joint manipulation prevents the Canifor from moving or breaking out at all, regardless of how much stronger she is.\n\nWell that all just happened. Ended up with two captures too, so that's a 20-gold reward.\nThe Felinid looks up from the Canifor as she secures her grip, glancing between Maximus and Uggy. \"I was about to leave and saw you guys having trouble. Everyone okay?\"```" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "Uggy stays there for a moment. Game over? Seeing this turn of events reverts Uggy back to being harmlessly cheerful. \n\"Nice meat lady!\" Uggy says hopping up and down! *Ouch-* Oops, that makes the caltrops still on his skin sting. Uggy picks out the stuck caltrops and flicks them over to the side. The minor wounds stung but he'd take care of that later. Picking back up the gold coin he dropped, Uggy approaches the Canifor and Feilinid. \"Thank you!!\" Uggy says this genuinely as he spreads out his arms in gratitude. He wouldn't mind splitting the reward with this meat lady for the help! *But only a little...* \n`32.5/100. 2 turns of energy surge left." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Maximus try to stand up quickly falling to his knees but then again stands up support himself with the wall behind him he cast Healing touch on his moderate wounds*\nMana 80/100\n\n\"Oh yeah how are ya .....Thanks for what help\"\n\n```The Dark Elf groans and reaches for her lover, who herself can barely move but instead cries. It's very uncomfortable to have your hand twisted behind your back in such a way that you just can't move or get out at all... Seems to suggest this Felinid has some backstory.\n\"No problem,\" She says kindly, with a wide smile. That she manages to be earnest and kind while literally pinning someone to the ground may come as a surprise. \"Any of you want to notify the law, or tie and drag these two to a precinct? I can hold onto this one for a while longer before damage becomes permanent.\" Little does she know that permanent damage won't really matter since these two are on death row.\nOne of the two PCs can break off from the group to call for guards or lawmen, or otherwise the three can escort the criminals to a precinct to take them in. It's up to the questers.```\n\n*Before we go Maximus ties up the elf and then cast healing touch on the elf's leg and then get her up to escort her to the precinct*\nMana/70/100" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "\"We did it, we did it, we did it!\" Uggy starts chanting in excitement. Today has been crazy. So many people with so many weird quirks! Lonely fire man, good with knife missing ear lady, likes to eat a lot ma'am, and two nice strong big cats! Uggy accompanies the two big cats as they all escort the baddies to the precinct. He casts **Walk it Off!** One more time himself to add a few more turns to walk with them." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The Felinid lifts the Canifor up and twists her arm in a different direction, still enough to keep her unable to attack, but relaxed to allow the woman to walk. She leaves a hand on the shoulder and dedicates the other to holding the arm by the wrist, as they walk to the precinct to turn in the two convicts.\nTwenty gold! Twenty gold! Just like Uggy said before. And indeed they did it, with a bit of help. Well at least they 67% did it given they didn't jail the Fire Macen but that's better than 0%... And better to go 67% knowing you did right by the last 33%.\nToo many numbers I'll stop now lmao\n\nThe law rush outside as soon as they are called out. The Felinid girl called them, shouting that they have some perps, and everything went from brisk order to near-chaos the moment eyes were laid on the two.\nThe law takes the two off the pair's hands and offers 20 gold to EACH mercenary. They nearly give some to the Felinid, but she kindly declines, claiming she had no clue and was just helping them at the last moment.\nNow? Well there wasn't much else to do. Maybe Maximus could ask the Felinid out? Just a suggestion.```\n\n**REWARD**\nMaximus Black and Uggy:\n- +20 Gold\n- +2PP" }, { "author": "Uggy", "message": "\"WOOOOO!\" Uggy makes a celebratory dance and flaunts his gold! \"We're gonna live like kings!\" Uggy would day. What should he do first with his gold? Buy really good food? Decorate his Jibbler? *Kekeke* He'll figure that out later. For now, he's gonna go back to his Jibbler and take a fat nap with his new gold!" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Maximus begins to walk off, now that he has the money he simply turns away and starts to head to his cottage in the woods*\n\n```End Quest - Deliverance```\n\n```Begin: DELIVERANCE Quest (2nd Run by Staring)```" } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Been some days after the last group of convicts was dealt with. The Fire Macen, 'not found', managed to prove his innocence and walked away a free man; the Dark Elf and the Canifor happened to be working with each other after they broke out, one killing people and the other eating them... An almost-perfect crime if they weren't already wanted dead or alive.\nNow? There's another man W:DoA. Flyers are already replacing the last group of them, depicting a Red Oni man with a broken horn and the other one missing entirely as if cut off. He is wanted for execution in another region of Drase, and a continent-wide call for action has been made, reaching New Salvainia very soon. The man has been accused and convicted of murdering travellers between settlements, and attempted murder of officers of the law, and is now at large in New Salvainia.\nThe location is unknown, but there are several warnings; this man is violent, has killed several bounty hunters, and is known to be able to empower himself in combat.\nWorthy prey for a special hunt?```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm frowned as he took a 'look' at the poster, using tremorsense to slowly unravel the image and words by differentiating the different layers of ink.\n\nIt took a while, but soon he had the full story in his head.\n\n\"Dangerous fellow.\" That was his assessment of this Oni. Clearly not someone to be trifled with, if his feats were any indication. Violent, and with the skills to back it up. It would be foolhardy to assume that the skill level of the bounty hunters were all insignificant- yet he had managed to evade them all, even killing those unlucky enough to get in his way. Heck, *He* Wouldn't want to be in the if possible, and that would be while he was in his prime.\n\nHalf crippled as he was? He had serious concerns regarding whether or not he'll just be pitied upon. Of course, if that were to happen it no one would really bank on- No, he was getting ahead of himself.\n\nSighing as he stepped away, he went over the previous days of his life mentally.\n\nBeing a tutor of runes was quite a strange experience, considering how over two decades ago he was the one being taught, but he wasn't quite opposed to it.\n\nNow his student though...\nHe sighed, a headache budding in his head as he thought about her. She... Was not a *Bad* Student per say- in fact, she could even be considered exemplary in the department of hard work and inquisitive thinking, but...\n\nHe really wondered how Felix even as a complete coat of hair at this rate. By the gods. Thankfully, he could now rest a little, giving them the excuse that he 'needed to prepare for the next lesson'. Felix probably saw through it, but he was kind enough to not call him out.\n\n...Other than that, while interacting with the bubbly little crew was certainly refreshing, it also reminded him too much of his old days in a band for comfort. The jokes, the laughter... While he went along, and they were quite accepting, how could one feel they really belonged when their mind was on a different circle of friends?\n\nHe could feel his stomach sink as he thought of that. He had come all the way here to broaden his horizons, yet it already felt like his time was over. It wasn't just that terrible, terrible battle- the time he spent sitting around recovering as a whole had dulled his mind, much like what happens when someone stuck a sharp blade into the soil- and while with sheer determination he had made tremendous leaps and bounds in terms of his recovery, now that he could now hold some semblance of normal life, the enthusiasm driving him vanished. Much like how adrenaline-fueled activities left one drained after, he just wasn't so certain of his path anymore.\n\nWas it already time to hang up his traveller's cloak? He let that thought hang in the air as he continued walking, no direction in mind." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Cries in doesn't double space because old mobile discord was doodoo*\n\n```There really was no specific place to check out besides exploring the whole place within range. Kohm had oughta just go about his 'usual day' until something comes up.\nThough he wasn't walking long. I assume due to his blindness he has his other senses enhanced even with Tremorsense being a thing, but Kohm would hear footsteps going into an alleyway, then a gasp, and rushing back out crying for help.\n\"Murder!\" The person screams, running away and calling any law within range - of which there happened to be none. A panic sets in and people start moving more quickly, the swifter runs making a mad bolt for the nearest precinct and the rest mumbling about what could have happened.\nBut they all knew. It was the Highwayman. Or at least that was the name given by the majority speaking; considering this criminal has mostly come upon travellers like highway bandits do, and it sounds better than 'missing a horn and the other is broken - man' it makes sense that he'd have been named 'Highwayman'.\nGood place to start, checking out what has happened in the alleyway. Darkness nor light would matter to blind eyes, but the stench of death and blood would...```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm's mind went blank- any previous lines of thought were completely dropped, and before he knew it, he found himself stepping the alley.\n\nQuickly, he cursed himself mentally for his childish impulsiveness as he realised that he had acted foolishly and quite unlike how a mercenary as experienced as him should have acted... But in spite of that, after a moment of deliberation, he sighed. And stood his ground, instead of backtracking with the crowd like he should have.\n\n\"Well... It won't hurt to investigate just a tad, surely?\"\n\nTake a tentative step that placed himself just around the corner of the alleyway, Kohm would prime his ears, and let the tendrils of his tremorsense investigate just what the sight that incited a commotion was." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Grisly is what the sight was. A Macen man in his mid-thirties was attacked to being near-unrecognisable. Several of his limbs have been sliced off, with very few offset wounds suggesting near-clean cuts that severed them; his left arm at the shoulder, and the same leg. The Achilles' tendon of the remaining foot has also been cleaved deep, the foot barely hanging off the end of the ankle.\nNone of these wounds were post-mortem - there was far too much blood for these injuries to have been applied after death, and given that every body part is still present and accounted for, the perp is not a trophy collector. What was also curious is that the the massive laceration in the abdomen that splits open the rib cage to the pelvic bone is not the killing wound - but the skull cleaved in two down the middle all the way to the jaw is.\nA damn horrific death... No way out besides the mercy of a blade to your brain.\nCloser inspection of the wounds suggests that the weapon is heavy-headed or likely two-handed, sharp-bladed, and the attacker has higher than average strength. This either suggests a Beastkin who possess greater strength at base, a well-trained and skilled fighter, or someone with a strength buffing spell or enchantments.\nSo there's a two-in-three chance that it's the Highwayman. Where did he go from here, though?```\n\nYeah I've edited Deliverance now." }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm felt his heart skip a beat, and instinctively he gripped his right arm with his left, a shrill metallic *Clang* Reverberating as he accidentally struck his limbs together too hard.\n\nAt least this jolted him out if his momentary fugue. After letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding in, Kohm regained his calm. But even as his breathing stabilised, he felt a grim determination rise in his heart, and he knew right then he was going to something stupid.\n\n\"Fuck it. I'm going to hunt this bastard down\"\n\nBut stupid as it was, it was something that Kohm could never ignore. Morally, unforgivable. Individually, unacceptable.\n\n\"The Highwayman... Huh? What a coincidence. Now, where do I begin?\"\n\nIt would be fairly logical. Check if there were any prints, smudges on the ground that he could follow. He had to act fast, otherwise he might lose track." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```There were very few traces of 'where' that one could tell of. Several blood footprints leading in a direction, yes, but a specific way to go, no.\nJust then, Kohm hears several rushing footsteps coming from outside the alleyway. Seems like the law has been informed and coming to investigate. There are two men in full plate with large pole-axe halberds, accompanying a lone unarmored man who appears to be the detective. For a moment the guards appear hostile to Kohm, but the detective quickly assesses the situation and gives a verdict; \"Stand down... He's not the Highwayman.\"\nThe two men bring their weapons back and hold them in a non-hostile way. They turn around and stand with their weapons horizontal to make a kind of barrier and block people from getting too close, while the detective - a Wood Elf woman with dark features, familiar to her colleagues and somebody else named 'Feuryfaye' - approaches Kohm.\n\"I'm Lee,\" The woman introduces herself. \"I assume you're a bounty hunting this Highwayman?\"\nWhen last we saw Lee she was risking losing her job and precinct no matter what decision Fay made, hunting down the Artist thief after valuable and historical paintings got stolen. That was 'then' and 'there'; this place is in a different area of the city to the gallery, so Lee has either lost her last precinct but kept her job in a new one, or is specifically assigned to the Highwayman case, or at least so happens to have responded to this murder. Funny how she happens to be the one who shows up when the law is stretched thin though.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "\"Just a very concerned citizen not a few moments ago, but yes, I guess I am one now.\" Kohm would nod, prosthetics and blindness in full display as he turned to face the officer. He was quite glad that the authorities arrived so timely- he might be acting foolhardily, but he knew taking the Highwayman alone would be a most perilous task. Help would be invaluable in this case.\n\n\"As you can see, this does indeed look like the handiwork of the Highwayman. I've managed to trace some of his footprints, and those oni sized looking fit make the odds of it being him almost certain. While unfortunately, those prints don't lead to a clear path, I have the rough direction of where the culprit's fled.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee looks over Kohm with concern but nods confidently. She listens to Kohm's analysis, and also takes a look at the scene of the crime.\n\"It is. Axe wounds and extreme brutality. Judging by the dryness of the blood, this happened last night at the earliest.\" She says, then looking over to the footprints. \"Ah those are his too, the matching size. This guy's already killed five people, including this victim here, since arriving in New Salvainia three days ago. We don't know why he's killing, none of the victims have any common background.\" Lee pauses for a moment and turns to Kohm again. \"He's a Red Oni and they tend to enjoy combat - at least in my experience. But murdering defenceless people doesn't make any sense.\"\nLee scratches her head thinking about it. Nothing adds up in any way. She's often a very meticulous and highly intelligent detective, but that this case has no motive of any kind is confusing to her.\nLee looks at the direction of the tracks and narrows her eyes, recalling the last four murders for mutual details.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Watching the detective think, Kohm couldn't really do much but remain silent and use his tremorsense to prob for more clues around him. \n\nHe had far less knowledge of the situation to produce a clear line of thought with and considerably less experience when it came to investigation. While he *Could* Spitball outlandish theories, no one needed to hear a hammed-up tall tale right now." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```A few short moments pass before she reaches into her coat and pulls out a map of the area. \"I figured something out,\" She says, looking over the map and mentally positioning things. \"Each time the Highwayman has killed, he's walked in a direction. Five kills, five lines, and there is one common zone where they all pass through; a derelict industrial building... Maybe that's his base of operations or something?\"\nThe looming fear that it could be an cleverly made trap is there... But it's the best lead they've got.\nLee turns back to Kohm. \"I can take us there right now. It's not too far away.\"```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm takes a moment to think about it, crossing his arms and placing a finger to his chin. Frowning in the meantime, he soon realised there wasn't any other lead but this, as shifty as it sounded.\n\"...Sure. But before that, what's the plan you have in mind?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee nods. \"Yeah; we'll need more muscle. Let's go back to the precinct so we can get a couple more officers. I don't want to take any chances with our lives.\"\nShe calls out to the two armed officers, who break their barrier and return to the group. After this they would all begin on their way to the precinct nearby.\nLee's kind enough to slow down for Kohm if he needs to, and help him find his way. She can sense his magic, and though aware he is blind yet capable of assessing visuals with a spell of his, she's still concerned.\nOne of the officers leads the group from the front and the other follows behind. It's a good formation for them to ensure they don't get blindsided, especially if the Highwayman is around.```" } ]

[ { "author": "way8306", "message": "*Nice lady.* Kohm thinks to himself with a pinch of gratitude, noticing the subtle concern of the detective, along with the help she occasionally offered.\nAs they move towards the precinct Kohm feels much more confident of their odds- while there was no telling how powerful the Oni was, with enough men they would have much less to worry about." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```They make it to the precinct soon. It's a bit of a walk, yes, but nothing too far. One of those runners from earlier who alerted the police are still here, along with the woman who first cried murder. She (the woman) appeared extremely distressed. Who wouldn't after seeing such a grisly sight as that poor man?\nLee turns to Kohm. \"I gotta go speak to my captain and ask for more officers to accompany us. I'll be back soon.\"\nKohm would be considered an impromptu officer of the Highwayman case, so he had permission to some of the areas of the precinct during the meantime. He could do his own thing and chill for a while, but he is also able to speak to the witness, the runner, or other officers if he'd like... Or follow Lee to listen in to her talking with her captain.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Left to his own devices, Kohm did the logical thing to do now that he was on the case. \n\nMake himself informed. He had obviously never been on any briefing regarding the case and had not really paid too much attention to the Highwayman previously, so he had to ask the officers for anything key.\n\nHe would politely ask the officers that joined them just now and politely." } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Kohm decides to speak to the two officers who accompanied him and Lee. They were glad to speak to him, though one was initially hesitant to talk to a 'civilian', he recognises Kohm as a bounty hunter and an asset to their cause in bringing down a serial murderer.\nAsk away, Kohm.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "1.: \"So, five other murders these few days? Anything that was deemed important regarding those murders? Location, circumstance, all that?\"\n\n2: \"Other than what is detailed in the posters, is there anything else suspected or noted of the perpetrator?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```1: \"Yes. It's kind of terrifying how this one man has killed five people in three days. No signs to suggest he has help, so he must have some background, possibly war.\nAll of them have been in random locations, but Lee notices that the footprints from each place all lead in a direction and intersect on a building. Hopefully it isn't a trap.\"\n\n2: \"He tends to favour axes. We've reason to believe his weapon of choice is a masakari [Japanese axe weapon]. Given that all his victims so far have been powerless to defend and often caught by surprise, we haven't been able to identify specific styles or behaviours in combat bar that he engages in extreme brutality... Dismembering and disembowelling people with his weapon.\nThe guy's torn through all other bounty hunters that have been lucky - or unlucky - enough to get close to him. Some renowned hunters have been found cut apart in alleyways too. If you ever encounter him alone, it's probably best to run away.\"```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm shakes his head. Renowned hunters falling did not bode well for this task. In fact, he wondered how many people were willing to take on such a task. No man could stand against organised numbers, but this would not be a conventional battle, where they would lock shields to create an impenetrable wall. A single vulnerability could mean a casuality, and things would only spiral.\n\nBut these thoughts he does not voice- it would only foolishly demoralise, and he was certain any officer willing to take on the mission would have considered such factors as well. He could only pray that circumstances would be forgiving.\n\n\"Thanks for the information. Also, forgive my rudeness for not asking earlier, but what are your names?\"\n\nNo reason to begrudge some acquaintances, especially in this distant land." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "*Now I need to rand-gen some names *\n\n```The men understood; its not often they have needed to reveal their names. Often they just take orders and work for their commanders.\nThe first one - that particular one who was not hesitant to talk - answers the question; \"I am Manfred, and this is Harold. Nice to meet you. Sorry if Harold's a bit stiff towards you, he's actually a softy.\"\nTo which Harold punches Manfred, with his armoured hand against the armoured shoulder. It's more of a friend punch than genuine hate, and Manfred laughs it off.\nHarold's attention is taken elsewhere and he goes over to check it out. Manfred watches him with a smirk and light chuckle then turns back to Kohm. \"Man of action too, doesn't really talk much. Don't take offence if he seems to ignore you. Oh, what's your name?\"```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "\"Ah, forgive me.\" Kohm slaps his forehead, wincing as he uses too much force, his heart enlivened by the antics of these lawmen. \"I had thought you overheard, but that was just my presumptions. It's Kohm. Anyway, when do you think we'll be on the move again?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Manfred nods in understanding. \"Nice to meet you, Kohm. I think I overheard Lee considering three more men, surely he can't take on seven of us at once... Lucky number too, eh?\" He chuckles. \"Captain's worried because of how dangerous the Highwayman has proven to be, but he has only killed random civilians and bounty hunters in one versus one encounters, so we should be able to overwhelm him.\"\nManfred looks over to a room in the back with its door shut, but a window with a glass pane giving sight into there through the gaps of the blinders. \"You can see them in there... Er, I'm sorry for assuming you have sight magic.\" Manfred recognises that Kohm has the 'blind eyes' and initially assumed that he had a spell to let him see. Makes sense considering how Kohm was investigating the murder scene though, but magic works in crazy ways.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "\"Best not to get too confident, though.\" Kohm shakes his head. \"Sure we would have enough men to overwhelm him, most likely, but I'd rather that it'll be done cleanly. Considering how the Highwayman mutilated all those poor bastards...\" Kohm faux-shivers. \"I would hate to see what he can do when forced to the brink.\"\n\n\"That being said though, we do still have a good chance of dealing with him.\" Tilting the conversation to a more cheerful note with the hopes that his message is made clear, he switches topics. \n\n\"Well... It's not quite sight magic. Basically, I can sense anything that's on the ground I'm on within... Roughly 90 feet? Yes, around that.\" Nodding to himself in affirmation, Kohm continues, feeling quite chatty as he had not talked to new people much these days. \n\"It's not always very convenient as anything in the air or out of my range I can't see coming, but I can ignore most visual obstructions, whether it be fog or even solid walls, with just a bit of focus.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Manfred listens intently and nods along in understanding as Kohm explains his several points of view, in more ways than one. \"Ah, I see,\" He says, ironically again. \"Well, you might be able to keep an eye in all directions and warn us about the Highwayman's location when we go in... He may be expecting us of course.\"\nHe just can't avoid the sight puns can't he?\nEarlier when Kohm mentioned the mutilated body, Manfred visible turned to look at the shaken woman who saw him. He felt sorry for her, wished there was anything he could do to help her forget the sight of a body in four pieces.```" } ]

[ { "author": "way8306", "message": "Oof, that would be quite amusing though\n\n\"Hopefully. It's not terribly great against the stealthy, though...\" If that were to happen, he would be hard-pressed to help.\nNoticing where Manfred is looking, Kohm moves forward and pats him on the shoulder.\n\"Don't be too worried about it. I'm no orator myself, but I suggest you just speak a kind word or two to her- you'll be surprised how much even a stranger's word of kindness will help to soothe. Besides, even if it doesn't work... You've tried, and the rivers of time help to wash away anything that... Well, isn't too personal. You get my gist, don't you.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Manfred thinks on what Kohm says, and nods confidently. \"Alright... Sure, I'll see what I can do.\" Though he was thinking Kohm would want to talk to her, perhaps it's better that a man of the law speaks to the woman to make her feel comfortable and trust in her home's lawful defenders. Manfred heads off to speak to the woman.\nNow Kohm has a bit of time left to do other stuff, or he can wait until Lee returns.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Left to his own devices, Kohm thinks for a moment, before 'looking' around to notice where Harold was up to. There wasn't much else he could do, really." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Harold isn't in sight at the time, so Kohm was left to just wait.\n\nShortly after, Lee and her captain leave the room. The captain heads to another area of the precinct to retrieve something - or someone perhaps - while Lee calls Manfred and Harold back, and because she doesn't know Kohm's name decides to go to him instead of calling him over.\n\"Alright, Captain's willing to spare a couple more men,\" She explains to the group. \"While we're exploring this place, we should stay together and if forced to separate, at least stay in even groups of above 3 people.\"\nSo how many more officers are they getting? Two, or five? Or more? Or perhaps she means more of 'at least 3 people in a given group but there can be more'.\nThe Highwayman is that scary, huh?\n\"Any questions while we wait for the captain to get back?\" She adds.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "\"Well...\" Kohm speaks up. \"What are the skillsets are we possession of?\" It would only be sound to try and utilise one's advantages to the maximum, Kohm supposes. At the very least he should know what the rest are capable of. \"I am a proficient mage, mostly in possession of binding spells, though I can also cast firestorm if pressed to, though it would probably not be a good idea in this area. I can also use a spear in self-defence- someone mind passing me a spear later on? Thanks. How about you all? And perhaps the officers we're getting?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee nods and acknowledges it's a good question. After Kohm lists his skill set, Lee explains the general skills each character has;\n\"All of us have healing magic. Each officer has self-empowerment spells, wards, and binding spells for when we subdue somebody. They also have a long weapon, a medium weapon, and a short weapon for depending on the situation, making them versatile. So long as we stay in groups we should be fine, and the Highwayman is sure to be overwhelmed by all of us at once.\"```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm nods, satisfied with the response. With such a skillset, they should manage quite well as long as they were careful. \"I see. I suppose the captain should be here in a moment?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```\"That's him now,\" Manfred says, looking over in another direction.\nThere is the captain, and he's coming back with just two more armed men. Shame that they didn't get as many as they possibly could have, but it's probably for the best, and surely the captain has his reasons right?\nWell in fact he did.\n\"I am trusting you with only these two more, Detective Lee,\" The captain says. \"Allow me to remind you that anything that happens to these men is to be considered your responsibility. Is that clear?\"\nLee nods. \"Yes, Captain. Thank you, I won't let you down.\" She sounds uncertain of herself in fact. Maybe Lee thinks she bit off more than she could chew, but how is one man going to defeat six people?\nShe turns to Kohm and speaks to him and the others. \"We all ready to go now?\"```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "It's now or never, then. \"Yes, I believe we are.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```\"Let's get going then,\" Lee says. They then head out in convoy. Same as before, Lee walks with Kohm in case he needs help finding his way or walking.\n\nThey eventually make it to the place of the path intersections. It's quite gloomy, even for an abandoned factory. Some of the police seemed uneasy.\nLee turns around. \"There's no floor plan unfortunately, so we're going in blind.\" Another accidental sight pun. \"Check your corners, make sure you look up, stay in groups, heads on a swivel. Understand?\" She doesn't want to lose any men. To think of the risks she was taking just by having Manfred and Harold vs a psycho axe mass murderer.```" } ]

[ { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm nods. \"Got it. Groups of three at the least?\" Three was the magic number, afterall. Triangles were far stronger a shape than sticks, with the simple addition of another point." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```She nods. \"Yep. Strongest shape in nature as well.\" Lee comments. \"Now I'm going to ask for suggestions; should we break off into two groups and enter from opposite sides, or all go in at once?\"\nManfred suggests to go in two groups, to limit the Highwayman's options if he has several ways out. One of the guys who joined them wanted to go all in a single group. He seemed to have little composure, and appeared scared to go in without so many others helping.\nLet's hope that guy doesn't panic and run away.\nIn the end the votes were tied because Harold didn't say anything to make a decision, evidently appearing not to care, so they were all waiting on Kohm to make his choice.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Thinking about it, Kohm places his vote on splitting up.\n\"Undoubtedly it's much riskier, but even if it turns out the Highwayman is much more powerful than anyone can anticipate- with three people in each group we should be able to hold him off, at least buy enough time for the other group to come and assist.\" As he says that, he inclines his head slightly to the less gutsy officer. He doesn't say anything, but it's clear that this analysis is partially directed to him, in order to help soothe his nerves a little.\n \"That being said, what is the contact signal? A whistle?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The scared one appears a little discouraged when Kohm votes for splitting up, and bows his head when he gets that look. Manfred and Lee nod and accept the verdict - 3 to 2 for splitting up.\nLee answers Kohm's question about the signal; \"Basically anything that suggests battle or injury. Screaming, clashing weapons, magic... Whistle might work too if you'd like.\"\nHarold appeared to smile at the suggestions of combat.\n\"Suit up, everybody,\" She orders the others. Lee herself had changed to an armoured garb before they actually took their leave, while everyone else here had their helmets and other minor gear off for comfort while travelling. Each of them put theirs on.\nHarold was toting a big-ass poleaxe, while Manfred had a broadsword with a kite shield. The scared officer has a structured round shield and a spear, the shield having indents to mount the spear while assuming a defensive stance, and the last officer had the same as Harold. Lee carries a shortsword and dagger.\nAll of these were each officer's primary weapons. Most of their secondaries consisted of a dagger, various types, and a baton, as well as a bow, crossbow, or throwing knives or javelins depending on their weapon of preference.\nThat they had such heavy artillery was somewhat comforting, but no one knows what could be coming next.\nLee decides to group with Kohm and Harold, while Manfred goes with the other two. Reasoning? Manfred talks to people. He can coordinate with the others, while Harold would basically shrug them off.\nKohm's group take the nearest entrance while the other one goes around the back. The place is giving a lot of bad vibes, the perfect place for a mass murderer to hide.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm lets out the breath he was holding in. He was, in spite of all his experience, apprehensive. It did not need to be stated that the mission could potentially be an incredibly dangerous one, even with a heavy numerical advantage. \nPerhaps the highwayman had outfitted his hideout with traps, or perhaps he was just that good. Still, *Someone* Had to do the job, or the killings would continue. Of course, there was always a chance this might be a red herring, but that thinking was what got otherwise competent men killed.\n\nExtending the tendrils of his tremorsense to keep watch of every suspicious nook and cranny, Kohm follows his group in." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Manfred looks over to Kohm's group and waves goodbyes before they vanish around the corner. Now into the building.\nLee has Harold come and stack up with her on the door before they open it. Harold points the spiked tip of his halberd toward the gap while Lee opens it for him, in case anybody comes rushing out. These tense few seconds feel like minutes passing while the door screams and moans, scraping against the concrete and grinding its rusted hinges, setting the group's ears on fire.\nAnd then it abruptly stops. Harold steps in with his halberd at the ready, holding it horizontally as he moves in behind it to block potential surprise attacks, and slips into the darkness. Lee goes in next - she still somewhat treats Kohm like a civilian, as if his life is of utmost importance.\nKohm can't sense anything inside from beyond. It's like there is absolute naught within, like behind that door is a total void. Possibly a warding spell preventing outsiders from looking in, by intention or by accident. Lee felt it too, but didn't comment on it.\n\"Clear,\" Lee calls out. \"You're safe to enter, Kohm.\" I forget whether they did formally exchange their names but if they didn't in writing they surely did in passive conversation.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm nods and enters, but his mind is already racing. The warding spell might be the handiwork of the Highwayman- or perhaps someone just happened to leave it there, but regardless, there was quite a problem here if it would affect his tremorsense.\n\nAs he enters he quickly checks if everything seems alright to him as he focuses on sensing his surroundings." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```When he enters the building, Kohm finds that he is suddenly able to sense inside now - but he can't sense beyond the walls. Well this really sets the tone now doesn't it? Kohm may feel a bit of a sensory overload for a while with Tremorsense suddenly being limited to such a small area.\nNow the inside structure. The factory has two 'floors' and a middle zone structured like a walkway. It shares a similar appearance to an old Victorian era factory. There is machinery here, but it's all derelict.\n\"Wow... We're almost time travelling here,\" Lee says. Kohm hears a light thump and Lee taking a few steps - Harold tapped her on the shoulder to snap her back to reality. \"Ahem, right, sorry Harold. Let's keep focus. Which direction do we go...?\"\nThere are three different ways that they can go from here:\n1: There is a hallway that can lead to another area of this building, likely where the other group is coming in from. They can go there to meet with each other and reform the six-person party.\n2: Stairways are leading up to the top floor, which given the structure may be a 'manager's office' of some kind. Good place to hide, and it's within reach of the roof which may have an exit hatch of some kind for the 'most important man'.\n3: A trapdoor on the floor near the machine, possibly used to access the underside for maintenance. Tremorsense reveals that this area is going to be quite small, so there may be issues with using larger weapons. Given the Highwayman is known to use axes, he probably won't be present there... But there's a possibility.```" } ]

[ { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm speaks up regarding the possible options. He doesn't mention the hallway, they split up for a good reason. \"The manager's office is all in all quite a decent place to set up, and the stairways we'll need to traverse will help to alert the Highwayman of our presence.\nBut there's always refuge in absurdity, so perhaps the trap's door exactly where he's waiting... Though on second thought, it would quite be a well-planned refuge too. We'll be heavily constrained by the small area as well, and with the brutality of the Highwayman he might not as constrained as one might believe.\"\n\nFor a moment more, Kohm pondered. Then he staked his vote.\n\"All in all... Well, the office would personally be the ideal place to go. I've actually quite apprehensive about the trapdoor since my options would be limited in such an enclosed area- perhaps it'll be best be left to the other group...\" Though such an enclosed area might only provoke more fear in a certain lawman, so perhaps it might not be the optimal choice as well. \"...Or when we meet up again after having investigated the other areas.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee goes with Kohm's idea. At least she trusts that he's somewhat experienced. The vibes this place gives off is really unnerving her, so she doesn't know what to do occasionally.\n\"Yeah... Okay, good call,\" She says. \"Let's head upstairs. Harold, take point.\"\nHarold goes toward the first flight of stairs with his weapon held forward. Lee follows and guides Kohm if he needs help, making sure to put him between her and Harold. If a sudden fight breaks out, the blind one is to be protected... And he may be a valuable asset in combat too.\nThey ascend the first flight of stairs to the walkway above. The next flight is up ahead on the other side. From here they can survey the lower area with an above view, but that probably won't serve any purpose.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm frowns, whispering. \"Let's hasten our pace.\" Honestly, while he was indeed experienced he was still mostly going off conjuncture than solid intel." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Harold does hurry up a bit as Kohm spoke, picking up on his whisper, and moves forward towards the stairs. Lee and Kohm get to speed up to keep pace.\nThe 'silent but deadly' policeman appears to have quite a bit of expertise on his side. He moves silently yet methodically, holding up his halberd and keeping the spike pointed in the direction of every blind spot as he walks up and passes through the stairway. He makes damn well sure the place is clear before continuing on, to the office room that is right there. Harold stacks up on the door and waits for Lee, who helps Kohm up the stairs before going to it as well.\n\"Can you sense anything inside, Kohm?\" Lee asks with a quiet voice.\nIf Kohm were to use Tremorsense here, he could detect some movement within... The middle of the room. But it's strange how the centre of balance is shifting rapidly yet barely making any movement in and of itself. Was somebody laying down on the floor? Is it a hostage, or a ruse?```" } ]

[ { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm sighed with relief. \"Good to see that he was okay, with the Highwayman's usual modus operandi I was expecting much worse. Can you see anything around?\" As he says that Kohm sweeps the room with his tremorsense to catch anything noteworthy." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Kohm finds a bunch of papers and odd belongings around. A bit of food, and what appears to be a makeshift bed... Perhaps the hostage here was a homeless person and ended up being fortunate enough to not fall to the Highwayman's axe. Goes to show that this guy at least isn't a truly heartless, mindless killer.\nLee on the other hand finds something made of paper, and opens it up. \"Ah-ha! Got some blueprints of the factory.\" She sounded joyous, then seemed to go somber. \"There's... Rooms and structure here that should be illegal. That trapdoor you pointed out, how far down does it go?\"```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm files his own findings away in his head- right now they weren't really relevant to the mission.\n\"The trapdoor? It was... Quite enclosed, but lets see...\" Kohm racks his brain for the exact details. \"What exactly did you find?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```\"I found a hidden underground layer. Looks like some kind of laboratory, but I don't know what it's for,\" Lee says. She folds up the blueprints and puts them away on her person. \"Well this is evidence to convict someone related to a different case. Lucky it helps us now though... Let's go find the other group before we take the trapdoor.\"\nShe picks her weapons up again and gets ready to head back out, when Kohm is as well.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "\"Well, a small blessing then.\" Kohm shrugs, following her out." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```She proceeds out of the room and heads back down to the first floor. Harold has returned now, but he - obviously - doesn't talk about the hostage. Man of action, huh?\nLee explains to him what they're doing, and checks out the door that led into the hallway (option 1 from higher up), choosing to go through there and hope that their trio finds the other trio, unharmed and healthy.\nThere's some things along the way that may catch Kohm's interest, if he cares to look around.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Of course, being the cautious man he is, and one thrust into quite a unique position as a scout, Kohm deigns to track what's around as they move- mostly for dangers, though any more hidden clues would certainly be nice." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```It's often debris, but there are some pictures and stuff around on the walls. Of course most of them are decrepit and valueless, but some of them are a little bit interesting to look at... Assuming Kohm can see the content.\nLikely these were 'employee of the month' paintings, or at the very least decorations for people to check out while passing through, workers or otherwise.\nSoon the group make it into the next area. Big, tall, and wide, one could assume this place was a storage warehouse. However, it is not empty. The shelves are structured very curiously, like a maze.\n\"Hey, you guys still here?!\" Lee calls out.\nTo which there is a response: \"Yeah we aren't dead yet!\" Manfred's familiar voice. \"No sign of the Highwayman! But we seem to be... Lost!\"\nWith his Tremorsense, Kohm basically has the cheat codes to the whole maze. He can direct them on where to go, so long as they can maintain direction consistency. Officers of the law ought to have a compass anyway, so all Kohm needs to do is call directions for them.\nHe needs to take care though... There's some other things in there with them. It's up to Kohm whether he tells them to keep them alert, or does not to keep them calm.\nHere's the structure. Manfred's group is on the yellow cross, and anomalies are present on the blue circles. It's up to Kohm whether they walk into the anomalies or not.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm raises his voice, and shouts. Being a merc, there were some things you were bound to pick up sooner or later, and turning your throat into a good substitute for a foghorn was a fairly common one and one quite useful for night shifts.\n\"Don't worry, we've got you! Just follow my instructions and you'll be fine. In fact, you mind checking on a few things in that mess? Could be real important, just need to be careful as usual. Though if you aren't feeling up for it, we can check on them later!\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Manfred calls back; \"Sure! And yeah we'll check these things out! I trust your... Eyes for lack of a better term! Lead the way, Kohm!\"\nYou couldn't tell, but it's not hard to know that the craven officer is somewhat disgruntled at having to check out things that could be dangerous. Yet there were three of the guys there including himself, so he ought to pull it together.\n\"Which way do we go first?\"```" } ]

[ { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm takes a deep breath, giving his throat and belly the sufficient air to channel his voice outward.\n\"Alright. Thanks for volunteering to check things out. So, cardinal directions- check your compasses! East, North, West, South, East- then you'll find yourself at a crossroads. In this case, West is the right path to take, but I'd like you to check on what's in the east.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Footsteps and shuffling are heard as the group moves. They stop on the crossroads. Two sets of feet go to move east, but one doesn't want to go and decides to stay. Likely the craven officer.\nThe pair of officers that actually move, go slow and steadily as they approach the anomaly, and a quick shuffle of feet, then silence.\n\"Looks like a chest! I'm going to open it!\" Manfred calls out.\nThere's the sound of metal and wood making noise, then swinging open. A bit of rummaging, then silence.\n\"Looks like a small cache of steel! Might be able to make stuff out of it later!\" He calls out. \"Heading back to the crossroads.\"\nSteel? So this is a metalworking factory. Either that or this is stored material being used by the Highwayman or other people. Whatever the case, Kohm can claim the steel for himself or opt to give it to the officers. Their weapons and armament are well-kept, but a little more material for additional crafts can't hurt. Or Kohm can decide to split it between them.\nThey return to the crossroads and after getting there, all three sets of feet start moving. They follow the obvious path by themselves and eventually come to the second crossroads.\n\"Which way now?\"```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm whistles.\n\"Well, I suppose you folks would appreciate some weapons-grade steel to butter your coffers! Anyway, straight north is the right direction- ignore the small crossroads you will see on the east, but I need you to check South first.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```\"South first. Got it.\" Manfred calls out.\nThey start moving in that direction. As usual, two pairs of feet instead of three as the other one stays behind.\nThey move forward for a moment, before there's sudden noises of rushing and animal sounds and a creature bolts up the shelves and runs away.\n\"Eh... Just a raccoon. Heading back again.\"\nThey proceed back, same as before, and proceed in the direction given by Kohm until they come to that other crossroads - third from the end, where the anomaly is in the opposite side of the wall to them.\nManfred waits for instruction.\n\nLee appears somewhat agitated. Has a bad feeling about it. Harold touches her on the shoulder and gives her a reassuring look.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm sighed in relief. One more set of instructions and they would be done. This would hopefully not be a big enough delay to warrant hurry. But just as he was about to issue it, from the corner of his 'vision', he noticed Lee's mix of emotions.\"...What's the matter?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee turns to Kohm. For a moment she's silent, then explains.\n\"I'm worried about them. What if the last thing gets them hurt? I do trust you to bring them back to us but I can't help worrying.\"\nEspecially since they're all considered her responsibility - if they die, it's on her. That was explained and made very clear by the captain who assigned the men to her.\n\"Don't let me discourage you from checking the last one though. I'm just on edge.\"\nShuffling of feet can be heard, going towards the correct path and then back. It seems the group inside the maze scopes out a little bit of the longer path while they waited.\nManfred calls out: \"I think north is the way to go, but do you still want us to check south?\"```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm becomes silent, contemplative even for a brief moment before shrugging. \nThen he yelled. \"Wait there! We're coming to you.\" \nWith that done, he gives Lee and Harold a very cheeky smile, knowing full well he technically was being a maverick here.\nBut well, he hoped they wouldn't be too upset with this little joke of his." } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee appeared initially worried but then realised that when they all group up they'll be stronger for it.\n\"Let's go then,\" She says confidently. \"Lead the way, Kohm.\"```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Smiling at little at Lee's renewed confidence, Kohm leads the small group to the other one. When they meet, he states simply, \"Now lets see what's in there, aye?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee and Harold go with Kohm into the maze. Harold keeps eyes on their six in case they get blindsided or stalked, though Kohm is capable of seeing all over anyway. Better to be prepared regardless.\nThey eventually find their way back to the crew who all appear relieved now that the band is back together.\n\"Oh, how thankful I am,\" Mutters the craven one.\n\"Thanks for meeting us in here,\" Manfred says. \"We gonna check out that last thing together, or head out?\"```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "\"You think? Why else would we come here ourselves?\" Kohm snarks in good nature, smile having expanded a bit in width" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Manfred nods. \"Alright. Harold, lets take point,\" He says. Moving forward with his kite shield and broadsword, Harold walks behind Manfred with his spear pointing forward. Everyone else follows behind, those at the rear keeping watch behind.\nAround the corner they find... Another tied up hostage. He cries out for help under the mask.\n\"Cut her free, let's get her outta here,\" Lee orders. \"Everyone else, eyes open.\"\nHarold and Manfred start getting to work cutting the hostage free. It's a woman, though her attire suggests less that she's poor, and more that she's a lady of the night. What's a homeless dude and a whore doing in an abandoned factory with suspected criminal activity? They could be completely unrelated and just found here, and no signs suggest either of them were harmed or threatened, besides being tied and gagged.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm stares at the very familiar sight. Well, not the 'lady of the night' getup- his thoughts were firmly planted on the hostage they had retrieved earlier.\nAfter a moment he poses a question to the other group.\n \"Well, this is weird. First the hobo, now this... You folks seen anything like this over there?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```While Harold picks up the hostage woman, Manfred answers the question; \"We found absolutely nothing to suggest the Highwayman is here... But what's with this maze? Is it to hide things or waste time or something?\"\nLee looks around and counts heads... But something's up. \"Wait, where's—\"\nAnd then there's a scream by the craven officer. He isn't with the group - he tried to go off on his own. Order became immediate pandemonium as one of their number was endangered.\n\"Get moving, we need to help him!\" Lee cried out, immediately running in the direction that they came from when they regrouped. That's the path the craven officer took because he wanted to get out of the maze and retrace Kohm's group's steps... Alone.\nIs it the Highwayman?!```" } ]

[ { "author": "way8306", "message": "*Not on my watch!*\nKohm's world slowed as he ran through his options.\nFirestorm. Strong and hard to beat, but the attack radius is too large\nSnapping Vine. Quiet, but slow.\nClawed Chain. Loud, but fast, and will knock people off balance.\nA split second passed\nKohm's arms move, through motions that remained familiar despite muscle memory forever lost, and the clinking sounds of a metal chain soon followed, as an iron claw shot straight at the Highwayman's back.\n\n```155/170 mana. Clawed Chain (15)```" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Oh.\nFog is still up but clearing, and the Craven is still knocked down from the kick.\n\n```The Highwayman was about to deal a killing blow, but he senses an abnormally rapid approach from behind - because somebody is running at high speed, towards him, through a dense fog. He realises Kohm is unaffected by the spell.\nHe turns around and assesses the situations then noticing the clawed chain coming towards him. The Highwayman brings up his Ono axe and blocks the clawed chain with the flat side of the two-headed weapon. He then brings it down into a two-handed stance with the weapon held to his right, and just stares at Kohm.\nBefore one could even consider what the Highwayman was doing, the fog starts twisting and moving abnormally towards him and slowly enveloping the body... Becoming extremely dense. Because of this, the fog that has filled the maze is clearing up, allowing the other officers to see and they quickly find their way to Kohm, to find that the Highwayman is fleeing with the dense cloud.\n\"We can't let him get away,\" The scared one says with spirit. He tries to stand, but the kick that knocked the wind out of him is keeping him grounded. The last officer, the unnamed one with the same weapon as Harold, rushes over to aid him.\n\"I'll help him recover and we'll go outside with the other hostage,\" She says. \"Go kick his ass.\"\nLee, Harold, Manfred, and Kohm are all that's left of the ground, but these two are definitely safe. The Highwayman is 'fog running' back to that first area. Time for a chase.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm nods solemnly, and quickly makes off, waving the rest to follow his footsteps.\nHe doesn't know if the Highwayman was earnestly trying to make his getaway or lure them into a trap, but regardless of what he was up to, the only way to stop him was to follow." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The three officers follow with Kohm back towards the first area. The Highwayman happens to run faster than all of them, and manages to escape sight for a short time, but not nearly long enough for them to lose him.\nWhen the group rounds the corner and enters the machine area again, they see that the fog is only just now starting to head down... Into the machine. The Highwayman appears to have the ability to dematerialise and travel through non-opaque substances and gaps, given some obvious conditions. Judging by how long it took before when Kohm confronted him, the Highwayman likely does not have the ability to use this spell during combat, so they shouldn't concern themselves with being 'nothing personal kid'd when they're fighting.\nSo this leaves the final path - down the trapdoor, which Kohm earlier discovered leads into the area below the machine, and he and Lee realised leads to an illegal underground area.\nLee heads to the trapdoor and leads the group to it, then pulls it open. \"Manfred, you first with the shield, Harold last.\" She says. Clever idea - the two best defensive options take the lead and the rear to protect the herd. Kohm can go in before or after Lee, it's his decision, but Harold is always in the back.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm looks at Lee and shrugs, before moving behind her. Not much to think about in this case, she was the leader of this little operation, after all. He was more concerned about the machine itself- again, no one knew would be waiting down there. The uncanny abilities displayed by the Highwayman only worry more, but Kohm shoves any worry to the back of his head, focusing on the task on hand." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Manfred leads the flock with his shield high in the lead, with sword-and-dagger Lee behind him, Kohm after, and lawbringing Harold at the back of the group. The man of action keeps watch backwards as they move, with his halberd horizontal, or as much as possible, in the passage.\nThat this is not just an underside to the machine and actually leads somewhere was known due to the blueprints, but still concerning. What are they supposed to expect?\nIn fact, Lee takes out that sheet of blueprints and tries to analyse that secret floor level... See if there's any markings that could indicate what if's for. She tries her best to not clog up the way with the paper, only having what she needs of the blueprints folded out.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "\"What do you see?\" Kohm whispers, as he uses his tremorsense to scope out the place. They were well and truly on the Highwayman's own playing field now, the illegal construction only making it more uneasy for him." } ]

[ { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Manfred pauses for a moment as they come to a point where there's an opening to a new area. He slowly edges towards it and holds the shield upwards with his sword diagonal across his chest in case of a surprise corner attack - the shield protects from all overhead strikes while the sword defends from horizontal ones.\nKohm saw this shortly after he asked the question, but Manfred still answers - \"Some kind of lab? What was this factory's machinery for again, Lee?\"\nI've personally forgotten which was the case if at all, but reading up I don't think I ever stated it.\n\"Clothes and stuff... Why?\" She asks, then proceeding out as Manfred makes his way out of the walkway.\n\"This doesn't look normal for a clothes factory,\" He comments.\nThis place appeared to be a large staging grounds with several areas and long hallways. Gang affiliation or some kind of hideout? Or did it 'just so happen' to be connected to one? The blueprints suggested that this was supposed to be part of the building.\nBut maybe it doesn't have anything to do with the original owner at all. Perhaps this truly is the Highwayman's hideout... Or maybe he is the factory's owner. Nah, that's a long shot.\nLee rushes over to a pin board with loads of papers and pictures and stuff on it to take a look. Manfred goes with her when he realises she's going too fast, to make sure she doesn't get ambushed. Harold stays with Kohm, the four staying in close groups of two in case of a surprise attack.\n\"He's been planning his kills the whole time,\" Lee says with an almost-whisper.\nKohm can sense some other rooms in this area. He can pick any of them, or go to Lee and Manfred. Harold will always follow Kohm.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm nods at Harold before walking over, though he ensures that he continues to track his environment. \"What did you find?\" Kohm has an inkling that they would be in for yet another interesting case." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee can hardly even speak, still just transfixed staring at that board. Manfred speaks on her behalf; \"This is the Highwayman's staging grounds. He has been actively planning his kills and activity from this place.\" He points to a specific image and list on the board. \"This is what they have in common - all of the victims worked here in this factory a long time ago. But we still don't know why he's been doing it.\"\nKohm is welcome to pitch in with his ideas if he wants to. What does he think the Highwayman is killing for, come all this way, killing people on the way here, and killing these very specific individuals in New Salvania?```" } ]

[ { "author": "way8306", "message": "\"Well... This is a hard one.\" Kohm scratches his head. \"Perhaps a grudge? Vengeance for wrongs? Need more information, that's for sure. What did we know of the victims, prior to this? Are there more files?\" Kohm ends up shooting question after question as he thinks deeply about it all. He was no detective, but it didn't take one to ask these simple questions." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Manfred takes a closer look at another spot on the board, with a painting of a grown man and a little girl. It's highly detailed and there's a name on it; \"Dana... A little girl. I don't know what a mere child would have anything to do with mass nurse and a clothing factory. For starters this place didn't do child labour.\"\nBut she couldn't have been a child worker here if the Highwayman did originate from elsewhere. This means that something from this factory affected entire other areas of Drase and gave the Highwayman a grudge that got him to start dismembering people.\nBut why? What is the reason? It's just a clothes factory.\nA loud noise sounds from another area of the staging grounds. Lee doesn't break her stare but everybody else looks over to it. Manfred speaks; \"I'll watch Lee. You and Harold go check that out... It could be him.\"```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm nods, any musing cuts off by the reminder of the situation they were in. Best not to let themselves get distracted for too long, or for that matter remain stationary in the Highwayman's own territory...\n\n\"Harold, cover for me. Lets check that out.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Harold nods confidently and takes the lead with Kohm. He goes toward the doorway that leads into what Kohm can see is a wide area with several structures. There's several moving sets of feet, and the source of the noise was several barrels or large metal canisters. The Highwayman may be currently attacking somebody inside.\nA body hits the floor and shifting of feet suggests the final blow is going to be dealt. Harold opens the door and rushes out with his halberd forward, unbeknownst to the happenings inside, and as soon as he sees the Highwayman he locks on and charges.\nA man has his arm raised to defend in vain from the Highwayman's attack. The axe cuts into the man's arm, and cleaves it straight off, then is pulled back to strike again. Harold makes it there in time to block the attack with the pommel of his halberd. He holds off the Highwayman for Kohm to get in here, either to save the victim or take over the fight so Harold can rescue the victim.```" } ]

[ { "author": "way8306", "message": "*Shit. What's going on here?*\nKohm shoots another clawed chain at the Highwayman, before rushing forward to help pull the victim out of here. In this enclosed environment that was not his own, he wouldn't be an optimal combatant- he was trusting Harold to help hold him off while he pulled the poor bastard out, and he could still render support in this case." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The Highwayman takes the clawed chain in his side. Japanese-build armour - layered wood with some metal - protects him from some of the damage, but a bit of the chain attack still gets through.\nAnd yet the Highwayman was unfazed, as if he was resistant to pain or blood-raged enough to be uncaring.\nHarold recognises that Kohm is saving the victim man - a man who stared death in the face has a telltale whimper - and he pushes back against the Highwayman to start fighting. He prevents the enemy from getting past so Kohm can escape.\nLee and Manfred rush into the area as well having heard clashing steel and blood-curdling screams. Manfred rushes past Kohm with his sword and shield at the ready to aid Manfred while Lee stays with the two.\n\"Where's his arm?! I can reattach it!\" Lee questions. She scans the area and tries to spot the arm in the midst of this area where combat has broken out.\nThe arm is back there, exactly where it was left and it hasn't been moved. The ongoing battle between the murderer and the two officers is far enough away that Kohm could go back and get the arm for Lee to heal the victim.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm frowned. It wasn't really an optimal decision to completely reattach the man's arm *Right now*, not when they needed every resource and every drop of mana, but... Whatever, it was within reach.\n...What a bleeding-heart he was, tch.\n\"You could just stem his bleeding for now, but it can be done.\" Kohm stated, before going back.\nAs he does so though, he casually nudged the right side of the doorframe (facing him)- an innocent-looking motion that was actually him leaving a snapping vine rune on the side of it. If the highwayman were to somehow attempt to escape through the door, this would be useful. Though you could never know with the trickery of people, being prepared was better than nothing.\nThat being done, he quickly rushed back to the arm he had left behind.\n```Tactical Runology- Snapping Vine Rune (15 manacap) left on side of doorframe (right from outside room)```" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee does as he suggests, finding a tourniquet or substitute from her kit and tying it around the stump of the man's arm tightly to mitigate the victim's bleeding. He whimpers with pain, fearing for his life and desperately wanting to survive. Already he's bleeding out of other wounds, but none as major as this total severance. At least this buys him more time.\nClever idea trapping the door so the enemy can't escape this way. It appears this place has only got one door, but you never know about hidden paths or anything.\nThe Highwayman steps aside a shield charge from Manfred and quickly slashes at the leg with the axe, but his aggression cost him a moderate injury as Harold brings the blunt end of his halberd down upon the man's shoulder. Using the back of the axe head instead of the front, a small spike drives into the shoulder but the rest of the kinetic energy applies as blunt force, which damn near breaks the bones in that section of the shoulder. It would have if not for the armour, so the Highwayman was lucky.\nHe backs up and shifts his arm to make sure it's still working, then assumes a defensive stance waiting for the duo to fight again. The Highwayman, as much as he wants to kill that man, didn't switch targets to Kohm as he had to focus on defence.\nInstead he tosses another Fog Seed at the ground, filling the area with a dense mist and blinding the group. Unfortunately for Harold and Manfred, this place is tighter than the storage zone and the fog was made thicker as a result. However they did know where to go to get to safety, and rushed for the doorway. That leaves Kohm, not blind due to Tremorsense, in there with the enemy who is apparently capable of seeing by himself. Footsteps approach and the low hiss-growl telltale of this man sounds while he tries to strike out at Kohm.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm wasn't surprised, despite the precarious situation. He already knew he had a fog based ability- he was guessing fog seed, but this merely confirmed it. \nWhile the Highwayman had his tricks, Kohm did too.\nHis fingers clasped together.\nSand gathered in front of him, before forming a sandman, ready to block any blows.\nKohm shifted backwards, ready to rush back to the doorway alongside the sandman if the Highwayman continued to press his attack." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The enemy fell for the diversion - the sand simulacrum formed just in time to catch the axe strike that would have been lethal if Kohm took the hit. The Highwayman's axe gets stuck in the sculpture for a moment before he pulls it out to break free. By then, Kohm's already taken the arm back to the victim.\nLee takes the arm and Harold goes with her to help reattach it, to hold it in place and both of them apply Healing Touch to reconnect it to the man's body. That lets Manfred stay near the door, which after Kohm passes through he blocks with his shield up and sword at the ready.\nI can only assume Kohm's allies can be aware of his tactical rune placements, so if that is the case, Manfred would his shield up to defend from the whip just in case it swings out at him while attacking the Highwayman... Who they all wait for.\nThe chaos turned to near-silence, except for the Fog Seed's hiss and the whimpering man... Then heavy breathing can be heard from within the room suggesting the man is there.\nYet he isn't continuing to attack? What's happening?```" } ]

[ { "author": "way8306", "message": "\"...\" Kohm thinks for a moment, before he decides that waiting for whatever the Highwayman is up to wouldn't be wise. He was not in the optimal angle to shoot another chain at the highwayman, so... Might as well try talking. He had no illusions about it working, but it was practically customary to speak a word or two in such a standoff.\nFortunately, he knew quite some Runran. *Thanks, Liezi*\n*\"So, what you brings you here, bud?\"*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Manfred keeps his shield help up as Kohm calls. He moves a bit closer to the doorway, closing some distance, in prep for anything sudden.\nHe's not the next person to talk.\n\"Exacting revenge on plague bringers,\" The raspy voice of a grizzled man sounds from the fog.\nPlague bringers?```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "\"Plague bringers?\" Kohm mirrors his own thoughts and the Highwayman's words, genuine curiosity leading his way in this case with the new and unexpected information, though part of his brain noted pragmatically that it was the classic way to lead the flow of conversation." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```\"The workers of this factory wove inflicted string into blankets to be donated to disprivileged families. Many across the land fell ill... Many died. My daughter was among them.\"\nSo it's a crime of revenge.\nLee makes an audible sound (as a detective she knows several languages as required) and speaks. \"Of course! That's the link we all missed - every single victim was a worker in these factories. He's killing them because they sent out infested products to aid the poor... But why is he killing EVERYONE involved?\"```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm looks to the poor bastard they rescued and than at Lee with a questioning look, but ultimately decides not to cut directly into the question lingering in the air, least it provoke the Highwayman. Instead, he probes for for a feel of the Highwayman's character. \"Your daughter. Vengeance, then?\" He doesn't inject much emotion into the statement, though he let some understanding slip through. Not sympathy, simple empathy. He could indeed understand, but without a full picture of the whole matter, nor a direction of where to lead this conversation in mind, he knew he had to remain neutral. Too much emotion on his part and he might provoke wariness, too little and the highwayman would become justifiably angry.\n\n...Huh, when did he end up falling into a negotiator's mindset? How quaint." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```\"She was all I had left... Now I have nobody. My wife died giving birth and I raised the girl on my own. Now she's gone too, my baby... I've since been consumed by a searing rage, seeking justice for her and all who fell to this crime against the poor.\"\nHe seems very dead-set on the notion that the infected fabric was done intentionally to wipe out the lower-class. Lee knows for certain what the case is - there is a ridiculous amount of evidence in the staging grounds suggesting that was the case.\n\"W-what is he talking about?\" The victim ex-worker whimpers. \"Why does he want to kill me?\" It appears this guy has no clue about this, probably some guy who worked for a while and happened to be wrapped up in all this.\nLee explains the situation to the man. His arm is finally reattached as well, so she removes the tourniquet for immediate blood flow return and lets him test it while she explains.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "\"I se... A noble sentiment.\" Kohm states simply, though his brain was going into overdrive as he absorbed all the details. From what he saw of Lee, Kohm was certain this was not just mania, and that only gave his brain a headache. Of course there always had to be a bigger story behind it all... If this was a few months back it would have at least appealed to his inner adventurer, but now...\"I presume you have a plan to take down the perpetuators of this crime-\" If what the Highwayman said was true, then there was simply no other words that could be used to describe this entire situation and it's instigators\"-beyond taking out a bunch of hapless and equally poor workers?\" There was no use whitewashing some of the Highwayman's actions, however. Understandable did not equate to justified, not when the hunting clearly was indiscriminate to at least some degree." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```A moment's silence. By now the fog was beginning to clear and things are starting to turn visible. That fog seed is expiring.\n\"I am too dangerous to be let free. The burning rage fuels my desire to kill everybody involved... Even those who were innocent like this one. I surrender.\" The clatter of steel sounds, scraping along a brick floor towards the doorway where Manfred was standing. The sound makes the hurt man scream. \"Arrest me or execute me on the spot. There is nothing for me either way.\"\nManfred looks at the weapon on the ground in front of him and glances back to Kohm. \"He surrendering?\" He asks, and waits for the answer before going in. Harold would take the wounded man away and Lee goes with Manfred and Kohm to arrest the Highwayman, after Kohm makes the call.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm blinked. To be entirely honest... He had not expected it to work, nor have it be that easy. But then he thought about it, pushing pragmatic warnings of it all being a trap out of his head, and said that first thing that really sunk in. \"Gods. You are one hell of a man. A good fighter is more common than one might think, but a man brave enough to admit to their crimes is a gods damned rarity.\" Kohm sighed. Where he might have had anger in his heart previously, for all the crimes he had carried out, it was now replaced with a simple understanding. Empathy that this man could never go back, having nothing to return to mingled with the cold knowledge that many innocents had died in his anger. \n\n\"Arrest him.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Manfred and Lee nod in understanding and head toward the Highwayman, who can be seen kneeling down with his head bowed. Ashamed, submissive, he makes clear that he won't fight or resist. Manfred picks the man up and ties his arms behind the back, then starts guiding him out of the area. Lee picks up the axe and examines it, then looks over to Kohm. \"You interested in this thing? Maybe you can sell it if you don't want to use it... But it'll have to be after the Highwayman's trial.\"\nThe weapon appears as pictured below.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm thinks for a moment, before shrugging noncommitedly. He had more important thoughts in mind, and he was sure that Lee shared them. \"Sure, looks like a good keep. But lets talk about more important matters, shall we? What now?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee nods and holds the weapon near the neck by her side, to make sure she doesn't hit anything. \"Yeah. We'll be holding the Highwayman for a while and scheduling a trial. Judging by his international crimes, it's either going to be ostracism to the region he came from for imprisonment, or execution immediately,\" She explains wth some measure of detail. \"Suppose we just head back to the precinct now. The captain will give you the reward when we get there... We'll have men come around and collect evidence as well.\"```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "\"...Alright... Mind filling me on the whole affair that spurred his vengeance in the first place? I'm a little... New to the region, as it stands.\" Kohm admitted, as they start moving back." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee walks with Kohm while explaining the lot.\nThe Highwayman turned out to be a lone father to his sole heir. He fought in a war or two which explains his prowess in combat, and eventually settled down, found a wife and had a child... Then lost both of them.\nIt's possibly because of his Red Oni disposition that the Highwayman was filled with a burning, uncontrollable rage that gave him endless bloodlust for any and all who were even remotely related to the plagued blankets that caused his daughter to die. Had he been any other Oni subtype he may have been a bit more rational and just killed one or two people, but instead he killed a little over a dozen. Pair all that with the grief of a father and the wrath of a man with nothing to lose, and you have a literal demon of hatred walking the earth.\nLuckily he surrendered though. It's possible the guy could have laid out four of the fighters at once if he was pissed off enough and fought cleverly, given that he's laid waste to skilled bounty hunters and possibly even groups of fighters multiple times.\n\nSooner or later they'd be able to leave the factory. Kohm may get a breath of fresh air leaving the borders as he was no longer inside the ward and Tremorsense reveals a much larger area than that restricted zone.\nEveryone's currently regrouping before heading out. Craven and the other one are here with the two rescued hostages and the man who got his arm cut off and reattached, and the Highwayman. Everyone here, present and accounted for, but they were still checking some stuff out.\nYou can decide when the scene proceeds in case you got more questions.```" } ]

[ { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm nods, shaking his head in amusement at their luck. Certainly wasn't the first time he had such a close shave though. Maybe he just was a better talker than he thought or someone actually talking was all it really took to snap him out of his trance?\n\nThat being said. \"Miss Lee. You've been quite gracious to me, as well as acting with competence throughout the whole mission, but I must ask... Why were you and your party so deferential to I, a simple merc?\" Indeed, he was quite confused at it all. What had he done to be worthy of such?" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee closes her eyes for a moment as if ashamed, and decides to tell it to him outright: \"I... Had trouble making the calls this time. The pressure was on and my career as a detective is still shaky, especially after some things that happened shortly before and after my transfer to this new precinct,\" She explains. \"The captain made so very clear that I'd be responsible for whatever happens to any of the men assigned to me. I kept panicking, fearing for their lives and couldn't make decisions... So I tried to offload the burden on somebody else. Some damn leader I am,\" She growls at herself. \"Sorry if I stressed you out because of all that.\"```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm nods in sympathy. He already had an inkling of Lee's insecurities, but could well and truly understand what Lee felt. He didn't know her history and it wasn't his business to pry, but that did not matter.\n\"Don't worry about it, I was just wondering about it. It's perfectly normal to struggle in making the right calls- gods know if you had asked me a decade back to stand in your place I would be shaking in my boots, much to the mirth of my band- I could have cooked, killed, but certainly not led even a single camel. Well, maybe better than that.\" He shook his head in amusement." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```The detective listens to Kohm's full story, and smiles happily in knowing that she isn't alone in lacking confidence about one's own leadership abilities. It makes her feel better, and inspires her to at least try harder down the line.\n\"Thanks for sharing that with me, Kohm,\" She says. It means a lot to have learned this now.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "\"That being said.\" Kohm's expression suddenly becomes serious, the weight of his years appearing despite him not being too old in the grand scale of things. \"A word of advice: Sometimes you might not be able to find the right answer- perhaps there is no right answer- and unfortunately, even if one knows that it doesn't get any easier to swallow. HOWEVER.\" Raising his voice for emphasis... He then clears his throat awkwardly as he nearly chokes on his saliva, but quickly swallows it, thankfully not ruining the mood.\n\n\"...The one thing you cannot do is *Hesitate*. A leader can be wrong, but they *Must* Act. No matter the circumstances, no matter how much one might wrestle with their heart after the fact- a crime of negligence is always worse than a crime of weakness. Even when no one is here to help you, to inform you how wrong you are- in the end, someone has to make the shots.\"\n\nThe air thickens even more for a brief moment, before Kohm sighs. \"Sorry about that, got a little heated. Besides, this is merely my viewpoint- there is no miracle answer for the correct method of leadership. Besides...\"\nKohm smiles once more, but this time it was more tender than humorous\n\"I think you'll do well. Just have a little confidence in yourself, aye?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Lee listens to the advice and the kind words, and when it was all over seems to have renewed confidence in herself. You can't perform flawlessly, but can at least try your best.\n\"I never thought of it like that. Thank you.\" She says.```" } ]

[ { "author": "way8306", "message": "\"I'm glad to have helped.\" Kohm's response is simple, but quite heartfelt.\n```\nSooner or later they'd be able to leave the factory. Kohm may get a breath of fresh air leaving the borders as he was no longer inside the ward and Tremorsense reveals a much larger area than that restricted zone.\nEveryone's currently regrouping before heading out. Craven and the other one are here with the two rescued hostages and the man who got his arm cut off and reattached, and the Highwayman. Everyone here, present and accounted for, but they were still checking some stuff out.\nYou can decide when the scene proceeds in case you got more questions.```\nAs the group comes into view, Kohm first turns his attention to the rescuees, and their condition, quietly finding any one of the officers that was to the side with a question. \"How are the rescuees faring?\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```They continue on outside.\n\nManfred turns to see Kohm and Lee showing up. About time too, they were just ready to leave. \"Everybody's healthy, no permanent injuries. All of them are going to be taken to the precinct for debriefing so we can get more dirt to bury this psychopath,\" Manfred says. He doesn't exactly understand what was talked about during the conversation since they were speaking a different language, but he definitely has a solid moral compass when it comes to law.\nCraven is healthy and able to walk, recovered from that hefty gut-kick, and all around everyone is in a good way. Even the Highwayman's had some mercy and had the shoulder pierce and other wounds healed up, courtesy of Craven himself in fact. For a cowardly one, he's honourable.\nNow they were all ready to go.```" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm doesn't bother to correct Manfred- in the end, the Highwayman was still 100% a murderer inspite of the circumstances surrounding the case. \nOn another note though, Kohm finds him yet again surprised by the Craven officer. He had the skills to hold his job, and certainly the bravery and honour in a pinch... If only his spleen was stronger. Kohm nods in approval at the Craven officer, though he can't help but poke fun at him a little.\"Try to stick to instructions next time, and you'll do fine.\" He did have that much coming for him, considering were he any sloppier or Kohm just a hint slower chances were strong there would be no Craven officer to make fun of anymore." }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "```Everything done and dusted, they head out.\nWould you like to get a final recap, or get rewards right now before I go to sleep and pass over it?```\n\n```After everything has been settled, the events all play out.\nThe Highwayman is partially trialled in New Salvainia and was promptly extradited back to the region he originated from for true punishment by the body that legally governs him. News spreads fast that he's spending life, and shortly afterwards that he was murdered in prison. Kohm gets the feeling that the Highwayman prompted somebody to kill him, considering all he had lost.\nWhen it was all done and dusted, the precinct receives some better funding and Lee gets more standing with her captain who trusts her more. Kohm's helpful advice leads Lee to become more successful out in the field and making calls, never hesitating and owning up to whatever mistakes and faults occur.\nWith the case over, Kohm receives the Masakari/Ono, whichever you want to call it. The weapon was standard and bore no enchantments. He could probably resell it for cash or give it to somebody he knows. Look up Hitokiri For Honor for a scaled reference of the weapon and its usage.\nKohm also receives a hefty reward for his services. Given that this isn't really Deliverance anymore, everything has seemingly changed including the rewards.\nAll was well again... For now. But this peace will likely be maintained for longer now that I've discontinued the repeatable quest because small brain lol\nThe quest now concludes.```\n\n**Highwayman bounty complete**\nKohm receives:\n+20 Gold\n\n3UP" }, { "author": "way8306", "message": "Kohm trudges back to the house-cum-smithery, Ono in hand. \n\nNow, this was uncharacteristic of Kohm but he was trying to be sneaky. The few days after he had somehow wound up aiding in the capture of a notorious criminal were quite happy for him, though he had tried not to be too obvious since he didn't really want to explain that yes, he a blind and previously limbless man somehow managed to get himself wrapped in some serious business. It wouldn't lead to any consequences, but it would be very awkward and probably lead to Moxie doubting the sanity of her teacher, which was still not ideal.\n\nWell, he was sure Felix already suspected something, but still. He was going to stall as long as possible, and trying to be discrete with the Highwayman's axe was one. He didn't want to ditch it, for it was a token of his (verbal) triumph after all, but he knew that he would have to make something up to avoid the awkward questions...\n\nHe trudged step by step, closer and closer..." } ]

[ { "author": "purelyplutonic", "message": "*Destiny surveyed New Salvainia for the first time from the back of Rath, her horse. She had heard of the capital of Salvainia, of course, but she'd never been there. She had a couple letters to deliver to some noblemen about who knows what from Kadho, probably information about their holdings and how the price of gold was falling ever so slightly. But for now, the sun was setting, and she needed a drink.*\n*Spotting a nearby tavern, she secured Rath in the stables outdoors and stepped inside to the chaos. Bards were singing, cups were clinking, and barmen were balancing amazing amounts of plates. In the midst of all of this, Destiny chose a spot on the edge in a booth. Ordering an ale, she sat back and lowered her hood, her white hair falling free as she looked around, eyes narrowed.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Amsu had been having his own fun in the mean time at ~~coincidentally~~ this very same inn. He had recently been offering a helping hand to the tavern keeper, due to the rather large increase of adventuring folk in need of ale. What was his job, specifically?... Amsu was to make sure people wouldn't be abusing their livers and making a mess of the floor.*\n\n*The young kemonomimi would be on the other side of the bar counter, looking over the very active crowd of carousing men and women. They seemed like they were all having a lot of fun! His ears would stand outstretched as the twin tails he was born with continued to sway from side to side... Maybe he should go have some fun too, its honest work but having to watch over people nearing their limit of ale wasn't as nice of a experience as he thought it could be.*" }, { "author": "purelyplutonic", "message": "*Destiny was also tempted to go out and dance with the few around the bard, but the song was a local one, and she didn't know the steps. Content to watch, she sipped her ale with merriment in her eyes as she tucked a strand of wayward hair behind her ear. Noticing a person with two tails out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but glance over every now and then. That was a new one.*" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*While the little neko friend had been looking over the crowd with watchful eyes, he happened to notice that he was catching the glances of some lady over by the counter. If someone was actually interested with him than that was quite nice! The tavern keeper didn't really mention how he couldn't spend some of the time here enjoying himself.*\n\n*Therefore, the curious cat's twin tails begun to coil around each other in a abstract way of displaying he was getting a bit excited. Amsu would then promptly get off the stool that he had been sitting on to watch over the crowds, heading over to the booth the lady was sitting at. Once he had closed the distance he waved while smiling rather brightly.*\n\n\"Hiya! Were you looking to get a refill of ale? I'm working here for the moment but it's not that strict of a agreement.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "purelyplutonic", "message": "*Destiny looked up at the new company, cheeks flushing red that he had noticed her stares, though she tried to recover quick.* \n\"Ah, yes, a refill of ale would be just excellent, thank you.\" *She smiled slightly.* \"Sorry.\"" }, { "author": "murio876", "message": "*Humming to himself happily, Amsu went ahead to go and do that. Trading in the favor of doing some work for the keep free of charge, Amsu would get a cup of ale similarly free of charge. Returning to the lady within a minute, He'd sit down next to them and nudge the cup of ale over to her.*\n\n\"So~, have you been enjoying yourself? It's always nice to stop by such a happy place when travelling... At least from what I've experienced.\"\n\n*Keeping that rather chipper smile up, he'd look Destiny over real quick before resting his gaze upon her face. His mismatched eyes were probably the most striking thing about him, if anyone would even bother to begin analyzing the kemonomimi... The left eye being a light cyan and his right eye being a light orange.*" }, { "author": "purelyplutonic", "message": "*Destiny nodded her thanks to the young man and turned to face him.* \n\"Well, I just arrived, but it seems to be a pretty merry place!\" *She smiled slightly as she cocked her head toward the bard.* \"He's been playing nonstop, and the dancing has been going on for just as long. It's certainly a welcome respite from the road.\n*Destiny, noticing Amsu's eyes, tried not to make it painfully obvious that she found them interesting, as she had already drawn the poor man over and probably made him uncomfortable from her staring. Her own grey eyes met his evenly, crinkling slightly when she smiled.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "*I'm in my theater wagon, looking out the window, planning for my next show in my homeland, I read a book, with all the plays there are, I scribble in a notebook options for a play*" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Actually ish fine if you don't wanna rp" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "*Ardon would be as usually wandering around New Salvainia getting the usual stares from people as he was a large 3 meter tall man with 6 muscular arms, hard red skin and hair colored a deep crimson red. He was just like a walking sign that said HEY LOOK AT ME I'M DIFFERENT! As he was wandering about the bustling streets he'd notice a strange sight that he's never seen before a wagon that didn't have the usual food or trinkets and baubles. As he'd near the little wagon Ardon would cross his top two hands before looking down towards the woman asking her* \"Hey umm Miss? Can I ask what this wagon is selling or something? I've never seen anything like it.\" *Ardon spoke with a deep bellowing voice that had a hint of curiosity in it. Even Furry the furrow! A brown four legged bird that looked to be a mix of a weasel and a bird popped out of the man's crimson hair to have a look and see on what the wagon was while holding a big chunk of jerky on his little itty bitty hands.*" }, { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "*I step out of the wagon, to see a tall man looking at me* \"Uhm... This is not a store wagon, it's a theater wagon! I host shows and play in them with other actors. Haven't seen one of these before eh?\" *I chuckle nervously, I clasp my hands infront of me*" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "\"Huh so you don't sell thingies? Ummm what's a theater? And umm when you say shows that like when you show something like your weapons right? And play like playing games?\" *Ardon would say as one of his many hands would reach over towards the back of his head and scratch it in confusion. It was clear the man didn't know what the woman was talking about at all and his voice was just filled with uncertainty whenever he talked. Even little buddy Furry would crawl down towards Ardon's shoulder and chirp at the woman curiously just to find out what he was looking at.*" }, { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "\"No I don't sell stuff. And a theater is where you preform. What I mean by shows is that there are preformances of singing, dancing. Plays tell a story with dancing, singing and talking.\" *I look down. I then look at the hay crate to see that it's empty*\n\n\"Well shit...\" *I mutter under my breath, I still tend to act formal in front of him*" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "\"Hmmm singing and dancing... And talking? Telling stories! I like stories but I'm kinda confused, people watch other people sing and dance and stuff? To be honest I've never really seen a play before and I don't think I've ever been to any theaters so the idea seems kind of bewildrentinkingness... Weird. The idea seems kind of weird.\" *Ardon would say to the woman as the hand that was scratching his head then went over and reached for his chin so he looked like he was in a thoughtful and smart pose.*" }, { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "\"Theater has been around for a ling time and it's quite fun! It can set free a bunch of emotions. They can make you cry, make you laugh. It's a very expressive way of art\" *I smile and walk into the wagon and grab the empty hay crate before walking out* \"Do you know where I can get some fresh hay?\" *I say to the man*" }, { "author": "Ardon Surfist", "message": "\"Well then that's a very sudden and ~~bewildrentinkingness~~ weird thing to ask but uhh I think I do. A few ways away in the outskirts of the city there's a few farms that I'm sure sell some fresh hay! I even went to a help one of the old women there with a furrow problem. Its where I met you Furry!\" *He'd say happily while carefully taking the furrow on his shoulder and holding him up to his face so he can give him a nice hug and peck on the cheek.* \"But yeah if you just go and wander about the outskirts of the city then you'd totally see where some farms are.\"" }, { "author": "Deleted User", "message": "Eliseabeth: \"Oh okay, will do! Thank you sir!\" *I bow in resoect and put the hay crate back in the trailer. I head into the head area and command the horses to walk on to the farm, I go back into my seat as the wagon goes away*" }, { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "*I come back from the farm. I stop the wagon and prepare the stage. I relieve my horses from their bridles and let them rest. I step on the stage and sweep the floor. Once I was done, I go back stage and put the broom away and prepare the costumes. I barley recieve any money from this, yet I don't care, I love what I do. I fix my hair hair and head outside the wagon to prepare a small food area for the audience.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "*I stand on the stage of my theater wagon, sort of practicing the steps, I'm going solo, it's only singing afterall*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would walk through the streets of the magnificent city. New Salvainia, the capital thats considered the best place in the country. Plentiful supplies, entertainment, and just a nice atmosphere. Plus, tons of money flow through this place. That right there was the most interesting part for this elf.*\n\n*Horace would be wearing his casual clothing. A hood and mask that made him almost unrecognizable. A sleeveless shirt and baggy pants that stretched down to his ankles. Shoes of course, all his clothes colored black. Though the insides of his hood would give off a purple hue. The elf also wore a leather glove. Colored brown and fitting the Horace's hand well. Though something would stick out of the glove. Long in cylindrical, it almost resembled the hilt of a dagger. It seems the glove was a sheath for his blade.*\n\n*Horace would soon come across a wagon. A blond haired women would stand on what seemed like a stage. She seemed to be practicing something. Strange for certain, but the elf was mainly interested in the cart she had. His mind wondered what was held within. Money? Jewels? Perhaps nothing at all. Interesting indeed.*\n\n*Horace would then approach the girl. His hands in his pockets, casually strolling up to her. Once arriving, he'd look at the girl.*\n\"Uh... Hello there. Mind if i ask what you're doing?\"" }, { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "*I was still in my thoughts, the show of tonight. Then I noticed the man and I fix myself* \"Oh! Hello there. I'm practicing for a solo preformance tonight in New Salvania!\" *I smile and I wal around the stage area, humming a tune*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Solo? You dont have any other stage members?\"\n*If that was true then this was great. A lone women, traveling around practically begging to be robbed. Horace watched as she hummed her tune, walking around the stage. She seemed nice enough, which meant this would probably be easy. Then again, those who are nice gain allies. Allies which could pose a problem. The mere thought of these situations would cause the elf to sigh. He'd glance around, before returning his sight to the girl.*\n\"So when does this performance begin?\"" }, { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "\"Tonight. And I'm alone on this preformance, I have no other stage members, I had this as a kid\" *I put my hands behind my back and look at him as I walka around*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Sounds quite lonely if you ask me. Did someone give it to you then?\"\n*Tonight? Maybe a little sooner than expected. Horace would lift his ungloved hand from his pocket, scratching his head. Said hand would return promptly as he continued to watch.*" }, { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "\"I can manage it. No, I bought this beauty with my money three years back\" *I look at the flooring*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"If you say so... You bought it? I imagine preforming is your dream then?\"\n*Depending on however high the stage is, Horace would then stand on it or lean against it.*" }, { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "\"It truly is, the arts especially theatrics is extremely beautiful\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Really? If its as you say it is, i might have to check it out myself. You said nit was tonight, correct?\"" }, { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "\"Yes, it is, the next day, I'll be back on the road again...\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Are you sure? Your in the capital y'know, try to live a little!\"" }, { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "\"I'm sorry, I can't... I travel all over the land for a living, it's a matter of productivity. Once I get the money, I'll be able to recruit some staff and upgrade the wagon\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"You do realise that this city would be the best place to work your trade in, right? This city is home to lots of people who'd probably pay well to see a good show. If you just move positions within the city, im sure you'd make a lot of money.\"\n*Money that Horace planned to steal of course. It seemed like she didn't have much. Making the elf lose interest. Then again, if she made a lot of money in the future... He was sure she wouldnt mind him taking some.*" }, { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "\"I was born in Salvania, I started my business here, I'll probably settle down in the city if I had enough money, so in the meantime, I'm basically nomadic\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*What? Was she not paying attention? Ah, whatever... Is she didn't want his advice then he wouldn't give it too her.*\n\"Oh, i forgot to ask you your name... Im Horace by the way, and you are?\"" }, { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "\"Elisabeth, great to meet you Horace!\" *I smile*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would release a nervous chuckle at the sight of her smile.*\n\"Y-yeah... Nice to meet you too.\"" }, { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "\"So what's it like here?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Well to be honest, im not too sure myself. I came here about a week ago after my last place... Well i dont like to talk about it. But from my time here, its pretty nice.*\n*\"Especially for a thief like me.\" Horace thought to himself.*" }, { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "\"Oh, very well then...\" *I tap my throat* \"I'm a little parched, since I'm here, is there any well?\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Theres one a little ways over there.\" \n*Horace would point to where he came from where a well sat. About 5 meters away in what seemed like an intersection.*" }, { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "\"Thank you sir!\" *I smile and walk over to the well to take a bucket of water*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would nod as she left. Though he'd soon get to work as hed approach the entrance to the wagon. Though he'd merely check its insides assuming it isnt locked some how before returning. He didnt want to get caught so soon... Once he was back at his spot, hed begin to hum something. It resembled that of a lullyby.*" }, { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "*I turn around in suspicion, I grab the bucket of water and poured it into a barrel*\n\n*I walk back with the barrel and go into the back*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*The elf would continue to hum as if hed done nothing. Horace would look around, occasionally looking over to the girl.*" }, { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "*I'd go to the main area (the backstage and lock the doors*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would notice the sound of a door lock. Looking up at the girl with a confused face. Though his mask would make this almost usless.*\n\"Something wrong?\"" }, { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "\"Pedophiles and rapists, that's what\"" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace seemed at a loss for words. Her response seemed to catch him off guard. He knew she suspected him, but not to that degree.*\n\"I... Wai-... Wait what!? Where the hell did that come from!?" }, { "author": "Elisabeth de la Pole", "message": "\"As I child my sister was killed by a pedophile\"\n\n*I enter the backstage*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"I-......\"\n*Horace loss for words seemed too intensify at that moment. She just dropped a huge nuke on a random stranger... What the hell was wrong with that girl!? Well... The elf would just sigh in the moment. What she did was unbelievable... But at the same time she was right...*\n\"W-well im sorry for your loss...\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would wander through the Capital of New Salvainia, drenched and cold. Today's bad weather was just an extra kick in what seemed like a full-on barfight of blows to the elf. Not only was he cold and wet, but he was also harboring a few injuries under his blackish cloak. Said injuries would be from two separate fights Horace had to deal with. The first happening back in Silnari with a Trenton woman who seemed to have some problems(Yakaiyo). The second being a bounty hunter's assault after Horace was recognized. In both fights, the elf had sustained injuries, both minor and moderate. Such as a long gash across his chest in a diagonal motion that seemed to have healed, only to be reopened later. This would be the biggest injury, as all the others had already managed to clot. Though said reopened wound would bleed, causing a small trail of blood to follow the elf, mixing with the water of the rain.*\n\n*Horace continued to walk through the streets as an almost heavy rain beat down upon the city. There was still some activity among the streets, mostly citizens running around, attempting to find cover. Speaking of cover, Horace would probably have to find some here as well. An injured, wanted thief in a Capital city was a bizarre and dangerous thing after all. The best place to sleep and heal up would probably be in the residential area. An abandoned house or unattended home that possessed some medicine would be wonderful right about now. As such, that's where the cloaked figure would head next. Horace would move dressed in his usual clothing. An all-black set, including a mask, cloak, and hood that helped to hide himself, the interior being colored purple as well. Though his clothes were completely drenched at the moment. The elf would soon arrive at his destination, causing a smile to appear onto his face. He still had a long journey ahead of himself, but he was happy to be making progress.*\n\n*Horace would proceed to enter the residential area, looking for any abandoned houses. Though the more he moved throughout the district, the more his wound seemed to weigh on him. Blood trickling down his chest, down to his boots and then to the floor, leaving a small trail of red. And to the elf's misfortune, a place to rest seemed almost non-existent here. Though something would come of his wondering, as he'd soon notice a figure. Said figure, as they got closer, would become more apparent to the elf. A short girl, wearing a black dress and a strange blindfold over her eyes. Horace felt like he knew her from somewhere, that blindfold especially.*\n\n*After a moment of just standing there and watching her in an attempt to remember, it'd finally git the elf! Shes that one blind girl who had saved his life a while back. Along with that Dragoness and the two Oriates. Horace still felt indebted to the blind girl, as what he had given her at the time wasn't nearly enough. Plus, a simple meal in exchange for his life was a little degrading to Horace's sense of self-worth. The elf would soon begin to approach the girl, calling out once he arrived. She'd saved his life once before, and although Horace is hesitant towards asking, perhaps she could heal him again? It'd mean more debt, but debt could always be worked off. If the elf remembered correctly, she ran an orphanage, perhaps she'd allow him to work off debt there? Horace wouldn't mind too much anyway, as he had a certain fondness for children.*" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "*Ellaine's keen ears twitched at the sound of a man calling him within the heavy rainfall. The weather certainly made it difficult for the woman to listen but her acute sense of hearing allowed her to notice far beyond what a simple person may notice. As the man approached her the blind girl seemingly looked towards her direction like she already knew where he was coming from even if she was unable to see. Like her sense of sight Ellaine's memory was also very good and the sound of the man calling him would cause her to remember a man who had almost bled out in a tavern and was joined by three people. She remembered that the interaction in the tavern was also just incredibly uncomfortable for her because wow she really doesn't do well in crowds at all. Earlier she found it useless and unnecessary to use her Empath's Eyes considering that there weren't many people within the city anyways considering the rain and her sight only allowed her to see living creatures that were capable of showing emotions which there was a large lack of in the rain while she wandered about but now since it seemed like someone was calling out to her she would enable them once more. A light blue glow just slightly peeking at the edges of the woman's blindfold as she then looked towards the man a little hesitant as to what might happen.\n\nAs she moved her it was shown that more of her clothing had gotten wet and just began to hug her body tightly which was slightly uncomfortable for her but she called out to the man aswell hopefully able to hear her within the rain* \"H-Hello?! D-Do you need anything???\" *Was her immediate question as she began to try and sense if anyone was near her in hopes that this was not a kidnapping... Or something worse.*\n\n*This was the worst scenario to be in as the loud noise of the rain would allow for some noise to be muffled, the wet stone made it difficult for her to move about and the rain caused many of the people to run back inside their homes which would mean that people who would be able to see her lessened significantly. But still! She gave a warm smile as she looked towards him as a prayer in a way that please don't hurt me I'm just a poor helpless blind girl!!!! It was cold in the rain and the woman was indeed shivering but really this wasn't important, not right now atleast she still had to visit a few more people and this wasn't the time to give up. Some people who lived on the streets or alone had to survive through this every single day just so that they could get some money and food on their plate. So persevere on! She just kept telling herself this when she felt the cold creep into her body under the skin hugging wet clothing*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would stop for a moment, seemingly reflecting onto the situation for a moment. As he thought about it, this situation could seem slightly ominous to the girl. A random stranger, approaching her in the cold rain, mostly out of sight of others. Though this seemed to matter less and less to him the more he bled. After another moment, the elf would continue on, drawing closer to her. Though the closer the elf got, the more apparent it seemed that something was wrong with him. Strange sounds could be heard, although faint, something only Ellaine could hear with her amazing hearing. The sounds of uneven footsteps and heavy breathing. A slight, masked dripping sound caused by the blood falling to the floor. Slight, pained noises coming about with every other step. God, moving about with his wound like this was painful. It was actually more painful than when he first received the blow. With missing blood and injuries, small and medium-sized riddling his body, Horace truly felt like he was about to die. It was a little nostalgic and gave the elf a sense of Deja Vu. The way he was injured and his pain, as well as the healer being there when he needed them. It was like a reenactment of what happened last time, only the others weren't there. The elf wouldn't notice the use of her magic, as his eyes seemed dull and unfocused due to blood loss. Her shivering and warm smile seemed to go unnoticed as well.*\n\n*Horace would stop once more as he heard her speak again. He stood about a meter away from the blind girl while clutching his chest. Soon enough, he would speak in a weakened tone.*\n\"H-hey... Uh, girl... You're a healer, aren't you? If you don't mind, I could use some help...\"\n*Horace would attempt to take another step forward, though he'd soon stumble. Nealy falling over as he caught himself. He'd then release a tired sigh before standing up as straight as he could for the moment. Moving his cloak out of the way and lifting his shirt, the elf would reveal his wound. A long, deep cut that crossed his chest in a diagonal motion.*\n\"I-I hate to admit it... But I think I'm going to die...\"\n*The lack of blood was starting to make the elf's head spin at this point as he'd release a sheepish chuckle.*" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "*As Ellaine heard the strange pained noises her eyebrows began to furrow, it was hidden under her blindfold but as the man continued on walking towards her, her expression just shifted more and more until it became incredibly worried and concerned. As he stumbled while walking this was the point where she just walked straight towards him clearly not worried about if he'd be able to hurt him or not because it really didn't sound like that was happening any time soon.* \"O-Oh my goodness! I-Is it a wound? Are you- no t-thats a dumb question to ask. P-Please stay still I'll... I'll do my best to help you i-in any way I-I can.\" \n\n*She'd say as she just began to place her hand slowly on top of the the man's chest, her hands tensed slightly as she felt the cold skin and the wound but after a deep breathe her hand began to light up in a soft light blue color as she began to use her healing magic. Wind began to gather from her arm then slowly travel into his mouth and just lightly surround the man as she cast her magic. The wound would just begin to quickly heal itself back up, not instantaneously but alot faster than if he just let it heal on its own. Many of his minor bruises and cuts though would simply instantaneously heal such is the nature of healing magic but it was clear that it took a slight toll on Ellaine since healing a considerable amount of wounds did take alot of mana from her* \n\n\"Are you s-sick in anyway? Umm uhh what else... Oh! W-What happened to... To you?\" *It was clear that the girl was slightly panicking alot but she was very concerned but also determined. Determined to help this man out, he did her best to put on a brave face even if there was a chance that this man would bleed out dead on her.* \"W-Where is your home? M-Maybe I can help take you t-there? P-Please tell m-me if you need anything.\" *She cared alot for the lives of people so hearing and feeling this man's pain was just a strong punch in the gut for her if she can't help*" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would watch as the girl approached him after he stumbled. Good, maybe they really are a healer who can help... If only he didn't attack that Trenton, he could have avoided this whole mess. As she got closer, the elf would take notice of her shortness. From a distance, she seemed a normal size, but that seemed far from the truth. Or maybe she was normal sized and Horace was just bigger than he thought? She was about a full head below him which was comical to say the least. Looking down at her as she spoke again, Horace would just nod. He didn't really want to use anymore energy speaking as he already felt as tired as if he didn't sleep for two days. Though it'd soon occur to the elf that this girl was blind and couldn't see his nodding.*\n\"Yeah...\"\n\n*Horace would wince in anticipation as she raised her hand to his chest. This was probably going to hurt, at least in the first few moments. Touching the elf would cause him to flinch as his body tensed up due to the pain. Though as she healed him, Ellaine would be able to feel his body relax. The wind that was apparently gathering around the girl's arm and going into Horace's mouth was... Unnerving to say the least. Along with the air surrounding him, the elf wondered if this happened when those two first met as well. Feeling his wound begin to close up on his own, a sense of joy and happiness would come about Horace. Though he wasn't completely healed up, seeing how he'd lost a lot of blood. At least he wasn't going too die now! The elf would look down at where his wound was and where a scar remained. Horace would smile, gently grabbing the hand Ellaine used to heal him.*\n\"T-thank you... I guess i have more debt with you now, huh?\"\n\n*Hearing her other questions, Horace would shake his head at the first.*\n\"No, im not sick... At least i dont think so. Uh, what happened to me..? Lets just say i got into a little fight and leave it at that, yeah?\"\n*Now noticing her panic, concern and determination, the elf would chuckle.*\n\"Home...? O-Oh, i dont live here... I dont really have a home. You're too kind, im fine, but thank you for asking.\"" }, { "author": "Ellaine Lockhart", "message": "\"B-But w-where will you s-stay? And w-where will you take shelter in t-this rain? I-If... If you don't then y-you'll surely get a co-cold...\" *Taking from the context that he doesn't have a home and that he got into a fight that caused him his wounds then Ellaine surmised that this man was most likely an adventurer or mercenary simply due to the fact that he's gotten in plenty of scraps for the two times that they've met quite severe ones too* \"W-Well I-I am a healer so its my job to take care of the people w-who are in n-need right? And I-I asked if you... Y-you were sick because I could've helped with t-that aswell.\" \n\n*For a few moments Ellaine would keep her hand on top of the man's chest before quickly pulling it away in embarrassment.* \"O-Oh my... Sorry. I-If you need to get a place to stay y-you can join me to my orphanage.\" *Ellaine would say meekly before then taking a few steps back away from the man letting him have some space. The statement about him being fine though caused her to be skeptical since... Well the man did literally just limp towards him with a large wound on his chest so he didn't seem all that fine. He was probably incredibly exhausted too! Ellaine couldn't imagine walking about with a wound like that and not be tired. As she stood there staring at the outline of the man within the black void that was her sight she just began clutching the top of her cane tightly wondering how much more she could help the man who was clearly in a not so good situation but the thought of more debt to her did remind her of something though. When she first helped the man really the only payment she got was some food in a tavern that to her was alright but considering the man said more debt then she guessed that this was ontop of that debt too? Usually she does get a considerable amount of silver from her daily care for people and now since she's part of New Sunlight that hasn't changed but she does get to simply stay in one place and heal there.*\n\n*But why didn't this man go to New Sunlight? It couldn't have been that far since its already near New Salvainia anyways and why was this man wandering about in the residential area of the city? All these thoughts had made her start to think of the strange man and his reason for being here... But perhaps its best not to pry*" }, { "author": "felplume", "message": "Why did you ping yourself" } ]

[ { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "*Lady vanilla is standing outside a restaurant, leaning on the wall crossed arm. She looks ticked off, tapping her arm furiously. She's wearing her while silken robe, and make up, looks like she was ready for a date. Gold jewellery up her arms, and dots the dress too, she even got gold rings in her ears. Her skirt is even rolled up so it doesn't get muddy. She stands out in this town since she's dressed so fancy, and a attractive fae to. She's waiting in line to get into the restaurant*" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "*Alexander, after finishing a quest would be making his way to this restaurant that he knew for a while ago and since his quest was exhausting and he already finished it, he decide to have something to eat at the restaurant. Since he is not working as a trauma doctor right now, he is wearing his simple long sleeved green leather jacket and buttoned closed, a plain white shirt and blue trousers. He would also be wearing his black leather boots, the same boots he used when he wore his plague doctor suit but he decide to wear them as the boots are comfortable. As he arrived at the restaurant he would be waiting in line at the restaurant.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "*Vanilla looks him up and down. Wondering who he why be, she made a wave* \"You'll be waiting a while, there out of tables\" *She said sounding just as ticked off as she looked*" } ]

[ { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "*Alexander looked at Vanilla and decide to wave back, seeing the quite long line, it seems that the restaurant is busy.* \"Yeah, the place seems quite busy today.\" *He said as he waited in line.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "\"I had table saved for me, but I'm still waiting\" *She still sounds bitter. She sighs and turns to him* \"Where are you form?\" *She start in a attempt to start a casual conversation*" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "\"I am from Salvainia, Vuni.\" *Alexander said as he continue waiting at line* \"I just finish doing something and it was quite exhausting.\" *He said as he crossed his arms a bit and continue to look at the long line* \"Are you waiting for someone?\" *He said, judging by her bitter voice.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "\"I was but he stood me up, so I though I might as well get a meal, but then this lined formed. Honestly I have half a mind to go home if it was so empty\"" } ]

[ { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "\"Ah, alright.\" *Alexander said as he once again looking at the line, seeing the line is slowly getting shorter and shorter* \"Since you asked me where I was from, how about you? Where are you from?\" *He asked, trying to spark a conversation.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "\"I'm from just outside of town. My house it out there, I'm a jeweller. You already know why I'm here\"" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "\"Oh, alright. Also, I am a trauma doctor.\" *Alexander said as he looked around, seemingly bored as he wait for the line.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "\"A trauma doctor what does entail? Are you like a Therapist or something?\" *She steps up and check the line again before joining behind him now it's shorter*" } ]

[ { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "\"Well, as a trauma doctor I heal injuries and wounds.\" *He also steps up a bit and double check the line, seeing its getting shorter.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "\"Well doctor, how about you get a table for both of us, I'll handle the bill don't worry\" *Seems she offering him a date*" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "\"Really? That would be nice. My name is Alexander, whats your name?\" *Alexander said as he smiled a bit.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "\"Vanilla, lady vanilla\" *She checks her coin pouch* \"Don't go too nuts those, otherwise you'll have to work it off\"" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "*Alexander would nod and chuckled a bit* \"Dont worry, I won't go too nuts.\" *He said as he look at the line, still not moved yet.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "\"To what kind of food do you like, I'll be ordering a nice pie and some wine\" *She wanna to keep the casual Conversation going to distract from the wait*" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "\"I kind off like any kinds of but, but pie and wine sounds great.\" *Alexander said, he never had pie for quite a long time so he really want to try the pie they have here.*\n\"So, want to explain more about yourself?\" *Alexander calmly asked to keep the conversation continuing.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "\"What you like to know more about?. And not this isn't a date it's just saving time\" *She chuckled*" } ]

[ { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "*Alexander chuckled along* \"Its alright then.\" *He checked the line once more and it is very short meaning that it wont be long.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "*She waiting for him to get the table* \"How much longer till the line we get a table?\"" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "\"I think like one more person and we can get a table.\" *Alexander said.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "\"Thank you, mind if I call you Alex?\" *She smiled at him*" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "\"Sure, I don't mind.\" *Alexander said as he decide to smile back.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "*At last they get set a table a nice one next to windows, miso orders what she wanted and what he want as well. The wine is served also immediately*" } ]

[ { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "*As Alexander took a seat, he looked around the restaurant and then looked at the window* \"Its quite a nice day today.\"" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "\"Yeah it's lovely today\" *Vanilla sips on her wine a noticeably bigger smile on her face* \"So after we had our food are we Going our separate ways?\"" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "\"I guess, I am quite busy from time to time.\" *Alexander said as he smiled back and took a sip on his wine, Alexander doesn't really drink wine very much.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "\"Oh but not busy enough to wait in line for a table\" *She teased finishing her glass and poured herself another one*" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "*Alexander would chuckled* \"Heh, yeah I was lucky enough to have some free time so I could have something to eat at the restaurant.\" *He said as he took another sip on the wine.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "\"Why don't you get a job where you have more free time?, having to work all the time with a very short sounds like torture\"" } ]

[ { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "\"Yeah, but I am starting to feel like a workaholic, also I like my job too, I dreamt about it for quite a long time.\"" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "\"Well how about you take a day off, so you don't become a workaholic\" *There pies where finally served, steaming hot*" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "\"Hmm, thinking about it, I guess I could use a day off right now.\" *Alexander said as he looked at the pie, he began cutting a piece and placed the pie on his plate.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "*She helped herself to a piece* \"Then how about to come back to my home, I've got a free guest room\"" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "\"Sure, that sounds nice.\" *Alexander said as he smiled a bit more and took a bite out of the pie, he really liked the pie he is currently eating and enjoyed the pie.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "*She giggles finishing off her pie* \"We should do this again\" *She clearly likes talking to him*" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "*He chuckled as he have a good time talking to her too.* \"Yeah, we should.\" *He said as he still had the smile in his face as he finished the pie.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "\"I'll say it again, this isn't a date. Just two friends having a day out\" *It sounded more like she was trying to convince herself more then him*" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "*He looked up as he overheard her* \"I know, we just met anyway.\" *He smiled lightly as he took another bite on the pie.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "*She asked for the bill and watched him eat* \"Anything interesting happening lately I haven't been out much\"" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "\"Well, the quest I have been in is quite interesting. It involves extermination of some assassin bugs and vines.\"" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "\"Sounded tiring and, dirty\" *She teased* \"You'll need to take a bath the minute you walk into my house\"" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "*Alexander began laughing lightly* \"Quite tiring and painful, why you think I decide to have something to eat at the restaurant.\" *Alexander would said.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "\"Oh I thought it was because you saw me\" *She teased* \"Now hurry up and finish so I can pay for it\"" } ]

[ { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "*Alexander lightly chuckled as he finally finished the pie, the pie was quite delicious as Alex hasnt eaten the pies in this restaurant before so he really enjoyed it.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "*She took out two gold coins to play and tip, also to show off her wealth, once she paid she got up* \"So wanna come with me?\"" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "\"Hm, oh yeah, sure.\" *Alexander said as he lightly smiled. He would then calmly stood up as he waited for her.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "*She smiled* \"I assume you'll pay rent\" *She joked as she left the restaurant and walk thought town*" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "*Alexander lightly laughed a bit* \"Yeah, maybe I do.\" *He jokingly replied as he followed her through the town.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "*It wouldn't take them lot to reach her house it wasn't far outside of town. She quickly unlocked the door opening it for him* \"Ladies first\"" } ]

[ { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "*Alexander would slowly open his eyes as he start to wake up in the morning. He then looked outside the window to see it is morning.*" }, { "author": "thedevilsidiot", "message": "*The morning sun was shining brightly*" }, { "author": "hauntingpenguin", "message": "*Alexander lightly sighed as he fixed up his hair and out on his green jacket.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace trudged through the darkened, muddy streets of the large city of elves. His brown boots muddied and dirty, though the brown mud matched the footwear's color. A little ironic as being dirty seemed to match the elf's natural state as well. Horace would yawn slightly, glancing around at those in sight. Not many people were out at this time of night, though the streets were still moderately crowded. It was late and the elf could feel his tiredness weighing on him as the sound of thunder echoed around. The thief just wanted to get some rest at this point, maybe some food too as he still hadn't eaten. Though with the incoming storm, sleeping outside wasn't an option and not many places were open. He'd have to get himself into an inn somehow, though that would be a little difficult. It was always a gamble with Inns, all depending on if his wanted poster was up or not.*\n\n*Continuing down the semi-populated streets, a man with a fancy looking dress would catch his eye. He seemed to be looking at some items though a large store window. \"Looks like some rich guy's goin shopping eh?\" The elf would mumble to himself. If he did this right, he could make off with a full wallet and find a good place to rest! Though that was easier said than done. Maneuvering though the street and dodging those within, Horace would soon arrive next to the fancy man. The thief would look into the window as well, as if nothing was going to happen. To this, the rich man would only glace over at the elf before looking back at the store.*\n\n*Horace would give a hidden, smug smile at this, before continuing with his act. The thief would sigh, as if disappointed before turning towards the other man. He'd try to walk past the fancy macen, but would 'accidentally' bump into him. In that small moment of confusion, Horace's hand would slip into the rich man's pocket, taking out a small bag of golden coins.*\n\n*The elf would look over to the man with a fake, apologetic look before hiding the bag in his own pocket.*\n\"Oh, sorry 'bout that. Have a nice night.\" *Horace would say apologetically.*\n\n\"Ah... Its quite alright sir, you have a nice night as well.\" \n*The man would also say with a warm expression. The Macen seemed to be unaware of what Horace had done. Though just to be safe, the man would reach into his pockets only to find them empty! The warm expression held moments ago would turn to shock as he notice's the stranger run into the crowd. The fancy man almost looked confused before realizing what had happened, his expression becoming angered. The Macen would soon take off into the crowd after the thief with a face red with anger. He would shout these words, along with other profanities not to be mentioned in polite company.*\n\"Get back here you damn filthy thief!\"" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "After meeting her new 'pet' in the forest a few days ago, Mai took the small creature made of stone to a secret place where she usually stays so that she could ensure the safety of the little friend. Coming to a city near her 'home', or at least where Mai used to go to rest and hide her things, the woman was looking for a job so she could earn some money. Both killer and dancer jobs did not come to her during the day, just a few annoying people who asked her where any place or business was. Dressed in her normal clothes, bought again after her old ones burned in the fire on a mission in which the woman participated, Mai walked the streets with the usual cold expression and a little frustration for not getting any work. Some say that walking the streets at night is not safe for a young woman, but for Mai it was the perfect time for her to have fun, in many different ways\n\nWhen the night finally came, Mai covered herself with her black coat and put the hood over her head, preferring not to have eye contact with the people who were close to her. Next to her was a family with their two children and a small dog, all smiling and walking home to sleep and warm up. That scene made Mai smile and warmed her heart, seeing a scene she once participated in left her with a mixture of feelings of sadness and happiness. Right behind them, there was a familiar face and a man dressed in clothes that could be judged as someone rich. The familiar face, despite being difficult to see because of the dark, could only be Horace. After all, the only person she knew at the time was the thief.\n\nStanding on the other side of the street, Mai could more or less watch the scene among the few people walking near them. Mai still remembered the day the elf tried to steal her, and worst of all, she hadn't noticed. At least after that he returned the knife he had stolen. 'Still stealing the same way as before. And people almost always notice.' She thought with a small laugh escaping her lips.\n\nSeeing that it didn't really work again, Mai watched the two men walk through the crowd and followed them. Maybe out of curiosity, or maybe just because she wanted to talk to her friend. Taking advantage of the fact that the scene caused a little confusion among the crowd, Mai took the opportunity to steal some silver coins that a young man carried and displayed with his hand. The man tried to look for who had stolen it, but he cannot find the woman because of the crowd and the people who wore coats similar to hers. Holding the coins in her right hand, Mai tucked them in her clothes and smirked. *'Are people still that careless? My God.'* She continued to follow the Elf and the Macen." }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace would carefully maneuver himself through the crowd as he attempted to escape the fancy man. His muddied shoes briskly and quietly walking along the stone street. Despite the earlier failure it seemed Horace was doing quite well which was a little odd. The more the two moved the more Horace found the man's angry ramblings annoying. After all, what good were curses and death threats to a thief who was on the run? The thief would attempt to tune the man out, focusing on getting the hell out. Though as he thought about escape routes, he realized what a good situation he was in. Running through a crowd of people who were bound to have a couple coins to spare? It would be such a waste not to take advantage. And so Horace would begin his stealing spree, pickpocketing all he bumped into. By the end of the run, Horace would of collected about 6 small bags of silver coins, about 5 coins in each.*\n\n*Soon enough, a darkened alley way would come into view. Seeing this, the elf would decide to run into the alleyway as an attempt to escape. Though to the thief's dismay, there would be no escape, only a wall.*\n\"Shit, dead end...\" *Horace mumbled to himself, slightly panicked.*\n\n*The fancy man would soon arrive at the entrance of the alleyway, seemingly out of breath. He'd drop to his knees, allowing his nice pants to get dirty from the muddy floor. Though the man himself would pay no mind to this as he seemed very exhausted. This was sort of to be expected, as his figure was quite round and non athletic. Slowly, he'd regain his breath as Horace drew his dagger in defense. But the man seemed to be less angry now and more sad.*\n\"Please, i beg of you! Return the money to me... I need to buy a present for my son's birthday. We just lost my wife you see... Everyone at the home seems to be depressed, my son especially... He's a lonely and his mother was the world to him! I only wanted to buy a gift to try to cheer them up with a good 'ol birth day party!\"\n\n\"W-what?\"\n*Horace would stammer as the fancy man told his story. The thief would blink silently a few times as he went through the story once more. He truly was caught off guard at that moment and was feeling regret for what he'd done. Though usually he'd hold suspicion for other's stories. But not this one... The elf's soft spot for kids and family seemed to be showing at that moment as his dagger lowered. His hands would fall to his sides in defeat as he sighed. Horace would pull the bag of coins out, tossing them out and onto the floor.*\n\n*The roundish man would watch as they fell to the ground with a surprised look. It seemed he was surprised and skeptical, taking a moment to think something out. Finally, the older man would reach out, grabbing the bag of coins as he stood.*\n\"Perhaps there is salvation for thieves like you... May god have mercy...\"\n*And with that, the fancy man would turn and begin to walk away. However, he'd stop as Horace called out to him a final time*\n\n\"Hey old man! Some words of advice about that present... Get your kid a pet or a locket with a picture of your wife. I know that's what I wanted when my parents passed... Something to help you through the pain and something you can use to easily remember them...\"\n\n*The roundish man would nod, smiling slightly before finally taking off back to the store.*" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "Mai would continue to walk through the crowd quickly, trying not to be noticed by the two men and at the same time trying not to lose sight of them while following them. It seems that the elf had stolen from someone very stressed, and it did not seem that he would give up so easily to chase the thief through the streets. 'Ah, I think this can be fun, huh?' After a while of walking and chasing, Mai spotted Horace entering an alley and soon after, the man entering the same alley. When she stopped near the alley, the woman hid in her coat and peeked at the two while they talked. Leaning against a wall and placing her hands in her coat pockets, Mai began to hear the exciting story the man had to tell Horace. Or rather, a sad story about the reason for being on the streets at this hour.\n\nIt made Mai think about how different her life was from other people. At least until her adolescence she was able to taste a little bit of 'normal', if that could be called that. A father who expected a lot from his children and who showed more expectation than love for them; A loving mother who took good care of her children and who taught Mai how to dance; And a cute, amusing brother, Mai would do anything to protect him. But perhaps, 'anything' was not enough. A smile appeared on her lips as she remembered happy scenes with her family, then disappeared when the two men continued to speak.\n\nA few seconds passed and Mai just waited to be able to see Horace's reaction to that situation. Upon seeing him return the money, Mai smiled again happy that the friend had helped those in need, and had pity for a poor single father and his son. As the man left, the woman took the opportunity to walk towards the elf. The hood of her coat covered her face and her long blue hair, but that would not prevent the elf from recognizing her. Since she wore the same clothes as always.\n\nWith a provocative smirk, Mai removed the hood that covered her, revealing her blue hair with a different hairstyle; It was loose. Taking her hands out of her pocket and raising her hands higher, with her claws out, Mai spoke with a cold but sweet tone in her voice.\n\n\"Hello, Horace. It's been a while. And by the way, I thought it was cute what you did for the single father over there.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"Alright, two bowls of soup and some bread it is then.\" \n*Horace would arch an eyebrow at the girl's smirk before nodding to what she said. Hopefully he could find her after they split up, the place was pretty packed after all. The elf shrugged at her wink before turning away himself and approaching the bar's counter.*\n\n*Sitting behind the bar was an old macen woman who was counting coins. She looked to be about 50 or 60 years old, with white hair and greenish eyes. She also appeared to be quite short, her head just clearing the counter. The woman would soon look up to Horace, arching an eyebrow and setting the money aside.*\n```conversation time :)```\n\"What can i do for ya, knife ears? Need a room?\" *Says the older lady.*\n\n\"U-uh, yeah. A room for two, as well as a couple meals.\" *Says Horace, slightly caught off guard by the 'knife ears' comment.*\n\n\"Oh? Do ye have someone special? Maybe a girl you're sweet on?\" *Says the elder with a slight, mischievous grin.*\n\n\"I-i... You're very nosey for someone of your age.\" *Says the elf, uncomfortably.*\n\n\"Well, just because im an old bag of bones doesn't mean i have to act like one!\" *Says the lady with an offended tone and look.*\n``` end conversation :(```\n\n*The elf would sigh, looking away and around for Mai. Though from where he was the thief could not see her. He'd then sigh, glancing back to the lady who seemed to of left. Behind the counter was an opened door which seemed to be the entrance of the kitchen. The elder would stand inside, barking orders at the cooks inside before noticing the elf looking within. She'd then close the door as she yelled at someone else within.*\n\n\"Weirdos...\" Said the elf" }, { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "The man sitting in front of Mai would laugh and lean against his chair. His greenish eyes would land on her hand holding the knife, then look at her again. In a calm tone of voice, despite the tension that was at the moment, Jackson would speak.\n\n\"Don't be like that Mai, I just want what's mine and I'm leaving. Simple.\"\n\n\"So you should look for it elsewhere. I have nothing that is yours.\"\n\nThe man, who was starting to get irritated by Mai's stubbornness, would sigh and put a hand on his head in an attempt to think of some way to convince her. Meanwhile, the woman removed the knife from the table and put it back in the accessory of her thigh, leaving a hole in the wood. She would cross her legs, waiting for the 'princess' to think and finally giving up asking her for money. But to her disappointment, the Macen did not give up so easily, and began to speak again with the same calm tone in his voice.\n\n\"Um, how about you do me a favor then? No money is needed. I just want you to get rid of someone. I think it will be easier and you won't have to pay me anything you owe.\"\n\n\"No, thank you.\"\n\nMai removed the coat that covered her, since there were candles and torches on the table where she stood. Soon after, she put her coat on the chair beside her, and then looked at the man again. The man would sigh again and look really angry, or at least not patient with the woman's stubbornness. Jackson would then place a knife on the table, crossing his arms shortly after.\n\n\"I think you better do something, Mai. It's not good to be stubborn like that with some people. Especially with people like you and me. They may end up losing patience with you and finding a way to make you disappear. I'm just warning you.\"\n\nJackson would give her a teasesily smile, with a cold look in his eyes. Meanwhile, Mai crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.\n\n\"You are very brave to threaten me, huh? If I were you I wouldn't do that, I hate it when someone challenges me.\"\n\n\"I'm not threatening you. *Just talking about what can happen.*\"" }, { "author": "unwrd.", "message": "*( you write dialogue so well omfg )*" } ]

[ { "author": "Mai Bloodthorn", "message": "\"No. I am going to sleep on the floor, I don't mind about it being uncomfortable. One more reason for you to sleep in bed, if you are used to it, at least today you will be able to sleep comfortably.\"\n\nMai crossed her arms as a way of showing Horace that she wouldn't give up easily, she probably wouldn't go to sleep until she knew he would be comfortable sleeping in bed. She looked around the room again, a strange but good feeling taking over her. Her room was certainly different from the one she is staying in, and it made her wonder how things could change in a matter of time. *What future would you have, huh?* She laughed lightly before looking around the room again.\n\n\"While you make your bed, I will look out the window for some fresh air.\"\n\nMai removed her black coat and put it on the table beside the bed, now leaving only the normal clothes she wore most of the time, though now they would be a little wrinkled. She would walk over to Horace and look into the chest, seeing the mask that the elf didn't seem to care much about. Before she could look out the window, she would kneel in front of the chest and take the mask with both hands, her thumbs sliding gently over its material. After a brief moment she would sigh and get up, still holding the mask. The smell of rain coming from the window would make the room cool and a little cold, a gentle breeze coming at them. Mai sat on top of the closed chest and looked out the window, laying her arms on the window and resting her head on her arms, her eyes focused on the mask in her hands." }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "\"You can take the floor if you want, but just know i want be getting the bed either. It'd be a waste, so just take it already. I can always rent the room again tomorrow if i want to sleep comfortably, its fine.*\n*Horace would sigh slightly, putting a hand on his hip while holding his head with the other. He'd never really noticed before, but Mai was extremely stubborn. Or Horace was just bad at convincing her, either one made sense. Though it seemed like Mai was already moving on, so he might as well too. Another sigh would escape from the elf as he'd turn, approaching a wall. His back resting against the dusty oak walling before sliding down to the floorboards. A small creak sounding off as he hit the floor, sitting down.*\n\n*One knee would be raised up to his face, the other laid against the floor. The elf himself would be staring down at the floor as he thought. Random thoughts, about now and then, here and later. All until a sudden urge began to act up again, his right hand beginning to twitch randomly. \"F-fuck, not again... I already stole for the night, how am i not satisfied!? Just s-stop, i need to sleep!\" Thought the elf. Though he wasn't sure who he was talking to. Whether it was himself or something or someone within him. A second voice if you will... The elf would begin to struggle with the urge silently, both within and without. His left hand moving to restrain his right as his itch came back.*" }, { "author": "NPC", "message": "*Meanwhile, Mai would be picking up the strange white mask. Left behind by an unknown person, who possibly forgot it or left it intentionally. Whatever the reason was, it was definitely strange. A dark, and almost menacing aura appearing from the mask, though hard to notice. Sitting down on the chest and staring at the window would allow Mai time to think. Though it seemed the mask would never leave her sight. As such, a strange happening would occur as Mai looked on. Whatever thoughts and emotions she seemed to have were then painted onto the mask. Its form morphing slightly into one that resembled a fox mask. Only one ear was broken off, a sign of Mai's resentment for her own race. The mask would grown blueish with seemingly random streaks and shapes forming in a variety of colors. One of them would be obvious, a white snow flake representing Mai's calm and coldness. Though it was still incredibly strange to witness. Though Horace himself wouldn't seem to notice, too caught up in his own vices.*" } ]

[ { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann decided to make the trip away from the coast and pay a visit to the capital. It would be good to revisit the place where he first started his business, and begin to re-pawn his wares in the streets of the bustling city again. PHe missed the diverse amount of merchant districts strewn throughout the city center. The blacksmith's quarter, the baker's quarter, the peddler's quarter, all of them brought unique opportunities and risks that Almann reveled in. They all brought in their unique sounds and smells, their unique domestic and abroad visitors and venders, and their own unique conversations and stories._\n\n_Now, Almann wasn't exactly a city man, but he found difficulty in finding something he truly hated about this place. Usually he despised cities and their crowds, but this monumental metropolis seemed different. Almann recalls sitting in his small shop, spending hours on worn pieces of armor, meticulously refurbishing them and giving them life. It was a simple and good life then. He remembered how he was visited by many different guests in his time here too. Rich merchants and noblemen of the upper quarter, craftsmen and experienced men-at-arms in the middle quarters, and even unsuccessful mercenaries and beggars of the slum and lower quarters._\n\n_One of his favorite things to do was hear the stories of these people, or challenge them to a competition. Depending on how they acted, or what they told him, or how they performed, maybe he'd give them a discount or throw in another useful item with their purchase. Almann was all about information and getting to know people. You never know what minor thing you hear now might come in handy later..._\n\n_As he walked down the road towards the gate of the city, Almann took in the sounds of merchant caravans and travelers. The short man from Homboxia is selling pelts, the taller beastskin woman from Itchsunia just returned from mercenary work, and a child that accompanied what Almann could only assume was her mother seemed to be overjoyed about visiting her uncle's sweets shop in the upper quarter._\n\n_He also spotted the type of traveler he hadn't seen in a while. He would recognize the looks of a Dezabian from a kilometer away. They aren't common sort around here to say the least, and they always seem to be shrewd businessmen and warriors. Almann wanted to jump at the chance to interact with her as soon as possible. They always have the best stories or personalities._\n\n_Almann would move his horse at a trot towards the Dezabian, eager to strike a conversation with her as soon as possible._" }, { "author": "Parma Azaldi", "message": "*Mounted on her own chestnut-colored horse, the Dezebian rode along towards the gates of the capital city as well in a hearty trot, eager to get into town and shake off her sea legs. What felt like an endless amount of time at sea retched her gut from bow to stern, and she was happy to be out of the company of drunken sailors, as much fun as they were. What she saw before her at the gates was a much more welcoming site than the dingy fishing village she excused herself at. Parma found herself in wonder and comforted at the same time. The the endless forests and grassy hills that seemed to stretch on as far as the greatest sand dunes, coupled with the magnificent gates funneling peoples of all kinds in and out were sights to behold. In other ways, the big crowds reminded her of Rakmurse, for better and worse. \n\nParma's enchantment didn't dull her other senses. Sounds clopping hooves started to get unusually close, and she turned to see a traveler on horseback approaching her, unmistakably. A salesman, perhaps? Plenty willing to get in your face on the streets of Rakmurse. No harm in humoring him, long as she kept one eye on her silverpurse. She smiles at the approaching stranger, slowing her horse down so the pair can trot along in tandem.* \"Peace be with you, stranger! Can I do something for you?\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann gives a sly grin._\n\n\"It's a bit far from your homeland, miss. You might need someone to help you navigate the city. Lucky for you, I just happen to know where the best places are for business and good deals on useful items are in the middle quarter.\"\n\n_He points to the city gate._\n\n\"Tell you what, if you and you horse can beat me and my horse in a race to the city gate, you can take your pick out of any of the bars, inns, shops, or restaurants and buy something, on me. If I win, you have to answer my questions. Deal?\"\n\n_As Almann offered his hand to shake he knew most people wouldn't pass up the offer for free stuff, especially if it came to a competition as to who was better at something than the other. Why did she have to lose? Either way Almann would get the information he wanted, either over a meal or otherwise._\n\n\"I'm Almann by the way.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Parma Azaldi", "message": "*Parma looked the man up and down, intrigued. If it was a scam, she couldn't think of how. A free meal at a fancy inn would do wonders for settling her stomach sloshing with salt and sea rations. Could she win the race? Maybe, but this horseman had an air of confidence that gave her pause. She glares at his outstretched hand. What's a few questions if she loses? \"Okay, sir Almann, I'm up for the challenge. For clarity's sake, we shake hands, and whoever makes it to the gates with their horse first wins?\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann shakes her hand. It's a good thing he had enhancement magic to use that would bolster his horse's running speed._\n\n\"Deal.\"\n\n_Almann takes a copper coin and flips it far about their heads._\n\n\"We'll go when the coin hits the ground.\"" }, { "author": "Parma Azaldi", "message": "*Parma smirked as she gripped the man's hand, tightening her core before twisting her upper body and yanking her hand in towards her body in an attempt to throw him off balance, maybe knock him off the horse completely if she was lucky enough. After doing so, she would attempt to shake his grip, fasten her hands on the reigns of her roucey, make sure Almann was out of the way of her roucey's hooves, and kick the horse into a gallop towards the city gates. Dishonorable? Most definitely. Cheating? Well, he agreed that the race started after the handshake, didn't he? No matter, she'd offer to pay for that meal either way, but the horseman had such confidence! She was curious how he'd react to such a move, and if he could recover.* \"Won't be enough for your horse to outpace mine, Mister Almann,\" *She calls out,* \"You'll have to beat me as well!\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann wouldn't fall for such petty tricks. He was once a rider of his Khan, being yanked off his horse wouldn't be something easily done. His legs would grip the sides of the horse, easily keeping his balance at the underhanded attempt of a cheeky start. He grins wildly and casts Denwen's Blessing on his horse as he kicks the horse into a full gallop down the road. Indeed, his steppe horse was slower than many others, but the enhancement given to it should give him an edge._\n\n_His horse would be able to maintain the top speed for a good amount of time. A good advantage of having a Selnarian steppe horse..._\n\n_Almann thought of possible ways to startle her horse. He was a magic user after all. He didn't want to hurt the beast, just startle it long enough for him to catch up quicker. When he got in range perhaps he'd launch a Bronze Lance or breath fire in front of the beast, to get it to stop. Either way, he still had to make up ground._\n\n```Horse top speed increase from 8 m/s -13 m/s for the cost of 15 mana.```" }, { "author": "Parma Azaldi", "message": "*Parma glanced over her shoulder, gritting her teeth as her opponent started to gain on her. She could ride a horse fine enough, her mother taught her that much, but it was clear Almann was out of her league, riding with enough poise to rival a professional jouster from Rakmurse. As ineffective as her opening move was, it was clear to her how necessary it was to bridge that gap. What else could she do right now, magic? What if her aim was off and it hit Almann, his horse, or a bystander. She hadn't practiced slinging fireballs from Alitrac's back. No, she has the lead, all she needs to do is keep it. Glancing again over her shoulder to gather Almann's position, she leaned her reigns to the side, having her horse position in front of her opponents' so as to stop him from passing her. Alitrac maintained a steady speed, but it was clear the horse was no sprinter. The distance between the two grew smaller, and it remained unclear to Parma if Alitrac's gait would be enough to reach the gates first.*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann lets go of the reigns of his horse. In the steppe they were able to ride on the back of their horses in combat without reaching for reigns. They had to, it's how they fought. Almann would guide the horse with pressure from either heel to signal it to remain running and attempt to go around. She was a well trained beast and intelligent too. Another good trait of the steppe breed. In the meantime, he slowly makes his way to a crouched stance to keep his center of mass low. No longer sitting in the saddle, Almann unsheathes his sword. The sword begins to glow after a few seconds, shifting it's form in his hands. He makes sure to keep himself steady and on his heels throughout this process, who knows what this woman is going to throw at him..._" } ]

[ { "author": "Parma Azaldi", "message": "*The blunt end of the spear catches Parma in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her and thrusting her clean out of the saddle to the side of the path opposite Almann. She still had enough sense in her tuck and roll her body on impact, but nevertheless knew she would have some bruising from the fall. As she picked herself up to her knees, she would see Alitrac trot along a little while longer towards the gates before coming to a stop. Parma smiled, and whistled, calling Alitrac back before climbing back on his back with a pained grunt, and leading him back towards the gate in a trot to congratulate the likely winner.*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann could hear her roll on the ground as he reached the gate. He felt a bit of guilt using magic on his horse and knocking her off with his spear, but he wouldn't have used it in the first place if she had just started when the coin hit the ground. Nonetheless they trots back towards the woman. No doubt she would have some marks being thrown off in such a manner..._\n\n_Almann offers an apologetic smile._\n\n\"That was fun. What is your name stranger?\"" }, { "author": "Parma Azaldi", "message": "*Riding on top of her horse with one hand on the reigns and the other clutching at her ribs, she smiles back, almost wincing* \"Yeah, I suppose you've earned your questions. It's Parma Azaldi. Thanks for giving me the chance to really feel the earth beneath me again after a long, long voyage, Mister Almann. Must say, I didn't expect to meet anyone so interesting so soon off the boat. Tell you what, I don't want to leave a bad taste in your mouth, I promise I'm usually a very honorable, respectable person,\" *She smirks* \"Why don't you ask your questions, and I'll pay for dinner at any establishment of your choice.\" *She pauses.* \"Well, within reason. I'm not swimming in gold and silver just yet.\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann waves his hand dismissively._\n\n\"You don't need to do that. I've got the money to split the bill anyways...\"\n\n_Almann towards the gate and slowly trots into the city. He wanted to know her travelling intentions first, to pick a part her motivation for being in the center of commerce for such a large empire. Then he would slowly unfold her story, keeping track of the details of what she said and asking more questions to get even more information. Conversations are a lot like falling rummikib (domino) chips._\n\n\"So what brings a dweller of the desert to the city of New Salvainia? It is a long way from home I'm sure.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Parma Azaldi", "message": "*Parma nods.* \"My father owns a bakery in Rakmurse, and he's had his fair share of harassment from leeches looking to suck off his success. Still, with my mother being a known conflagrationist, many stores have had it worse than ours. Total cowards and wastes. It's a shame to hear the same dangers extend to the 'center of the known world'. Must be damn annoying. So, why have you returned? Miss the shadiness?\"" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann scratches his chin._\n\n\"It just so happens that I'm part of a guild here. I've been taking quests from them recently in hopes of building up my name further. People only know me as a blacksmith and a shop owner, I would like to be a known for more than just that. New Sunlight is a good way to build up one's legend. I specialize in several combat based magics and going on quests which let me utilize them allows for me to improve as a warrior.\"\n\n_This was true. He plans on going on many quests for them in the future, the guild has been strangely quiet as of late. He didn't worry too much about that though. There were many rumors afoot about the rebirth of the vampire clans and vampirism and there was not a shred of doubt in his mind that there would be a new influx of undead elimination quests and cult suppression missions._" }, { "author": "Parma Azaldi", "message": "*The Dezabian's eyes light up.* \"That... That sounds like something I would be interested in. It would be a perfect way to perfect my spellcasting and a great opportunity to rub shoulders with other powerful mages. A bit of fame and glory along the way wouldn't be so bad either.\" She grins, \"I feel like I'm asking all the questions here, and this is a big ask, but I'd kick myself one hundred and one nights if I didn't say anything: would you be willing to introduce me?\"\n\n*Parma clenched her reigns a little tighter. She had no idea what Almann even though of her. Did he find her annoying, asking so many questions when she lost the competition? Would he be willing to introduce her to the local New Sunlight chapter? Maybe if she won another competition? What could it be, a more straightforward display of magical prowess, a clashing of swords, a climb up a trecherous peak? An apple-bobbing contest? She was reluctant to take no for an answer, and eager to prove herself worthy.*" }, { "author": ".rybus", "message": "_Almann scratches his chin. It would be good for him and also beneficial for her to introduce her to the people at New Sunlight. Perhaps she could get stronger and he could challenge her to a duel in the future as well. Parma seemed to be the more competitive type anyways._\n\n\"Sure. The guild is always looking for new members. By the way, questions are the foundations of conversation. Do not feel nosey or inept because you do not know your way around here. Those who are too prideful or embarrassed ask questions become unknowledgeable themselves. It's how you build connections and relationships here and other places.\"\n\n_This was true, often the best conversations simple start off with introducing oneself and asking who the other person is. In order to begin to read a story you must turn the first page. That was Almann's experience anyways. He liked being nosey in other people's business, he also liked answering questions people asked._" } ]

[ { "author": "Syele Husen", "message": "*Day by day, Syele had grew accustomed to being by herself in a lonesome home without a soul to bare with her. She had lost a great deal of her trusted friends and now the simple aspect of owning an tavern filled to the brim with a grand kind of folks was almost unnatural to the jackal. Customers flowed into the Husen House of Tails like moths drawn to a flame for the services it had to offer and the simple aspect of a bed-warming that her new employees provided. She was still trying to grow use to interacting with others on a daily basis, her cold nature often times making conversations stiff for both her customers and employees, often times she barely got past more than a few words out before simply leaving the discussions altogether. Now, it was a day like any other, the jackal stood behind a counter with her dull expression and empty eyes glaring at joy filled customers as they enter the door and went on their way either to the kitchen tables for dining or up to a room for simple cuddles.*" }, { "author": "Mikhail Mallows", "message": "*Mikhail had grown used to being lonely the past days, months, maybe even years? Time didn't seem to phase the Sheep \"Girl\". She just went on with her life, trying to have fun. She learnt about this nice tavern when she entered into Salvainia, it seems fun in.. Many ways. It sounded nice, she heard about the pretty ladies and good drink! Walking around, she was trying to find the Tavern, although she had some difficulty, being directionally challenged and all. Although the smell of good booze draw her in! Pausing at the entrance, she took a good \"Whiff\" Of the air. Mhm, it definitely smelled nice! Walking in, she looked around, staring at the bartender for a good 5 seconds, she sure looked pretty!*" }, { "author": "Rema Yuikiba", "message": "*She had heard from talk all around salvainia that there was a tavern that had a cuddle room where you could cuddle all types of oriates. Rema with her love for fluffy things and all else would begin making her way towards the husen house of tails where she would soon find herself at the entrance of. She would take a deep breathe before finally entering. When she entered she would see a rather dull and expressionless face on a jackal over behind the counter. She would begin walking towards the jackal to see if anything was wrong.* \"Hello? Are you okay? You seem.. Rather emotionless would be the correct term right?\" *She would say looking at the jackal behind the counter with a worried expression*" }, { "author": "firewolfwolfwolf", "message": "*Syele would calmly glance at some of the new folks who had just entered the building, she'd take note of a interesting looking lass looking rather of a delight while her attention was then drawn to the woman speaking toward her causing her slightly squint before speaking.* \"Ah? Me? I'm quite fine, this is just my natural expression... Quite beautiful isn't it?\" *She'd speak out with a monotone voice without her expression changing a lick despite the attempt at a joke. The jackal would then turned toward the other customer and simply nod toward them.* \"Would you two care for a drink? I suppose if there's no other concerns...\" *She'd mutter slightly, leaning back against the counter.*" }, { "author": "Mikhail Mallows", "message": "*Mikhail would smile wholesomely.* \"Sure~! Hehe..\" *Mika glanced at the Reptillian woman, doing that \"The Rock\" Eye-brow thing, then shifting back to look at the Jackal, walking towards the bar and taking a seat. Rubbing her eye, she looked around at how packed it was.* \"So... Whaddya got bartender woman?\" *She said, slightly sticking her tongue out and lightly biting it.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Rema Yuikiba", "message": "\"You dont seem fine exactly. Are you sure this is your normal expresion aure some poeple do have that expression its just i wouldnt expect it from someone as fluffy looking as you.\" *She would still have her worried expression not as worried as before though but she would soon look towards the other person who had came in before her she would see that they had a raised eyebrow. Probably because it wasnt normal for a reptilian to be here?* \"Might aswell get a drink while im here. So sure\"" }, { "author": "Syele Husen", "message": "*Syele would simply shrug and pull out a bottle of cheap looking wine. * \"This is pretty much the only thing I offer here since it's cheap as dirt.\" *She'd reach under the table and pull out two smaller cups for the wine.*\n\n\"Madam, I could be the fluffiest person alive and still maintain this expression. I am not a particularly happy person and I never have been.\" *She says, her voice unchanging as she poured the two a glass of wine while staring back up at them with her empty eyes.*\n\n\"Consider it on the house for your first visit and for both being rather adorable...\" *Syele muttered out the compliment with some hesitation, but regardless she still went through with it.*" }, { "author": "Mikhail Mallows", "message": "*Mika glanced at the Strange Reptillian-girl, then back at the rather said Jackal-girl, tilting her head. Approaching the bar, she sat onto a stool, getting comfy and 'eyeing' Syele.* \"Hey.. Bartender woman.. You're really beautiful~!\" *Mika exclaimed with a giggle, wearing a \";o\" Face. She'd lean in, booping the jackal's right ear.* \"Fluffy~!\"" }, { "author": "Rema Yuikiba", "message": "*She would look at the jackal as she pulled out a cheap bottle of wine still with a worried expression while she shrugged off the fact that the wine was cheap* \"Dont worry its fine. I might aswell drink some since i am going to cuddle some fluffy's\" *She would watch as the jackal grabbed two cups from behind the counter for the wine.*\n\"Well yeah but its just saddening to see someone so fluffy with such a blank and bland expression i really do wonder if something is wrong\" *She would continue to watchg as the jackal poured the two cups of wine*\n\"Ah yes kind adorable and fluffy. I see why you get so many customers other then the fluffy's\"\n \"She would watch as the other person glanced towards her and back to the jackal while rema would proceed to sit on the stool next to the other before hearing what Mikhail had said* \"She seems rather sad. And im pretty sure plenty of poeple have already said that so im not sure wether it will hurt or help her feelings\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Levi Glynyra", "message": "She soon spotted the oni atop his horse as she walked down the street. He had some sort of uniform on, maybe talking to him could give some answers? Walking up to him she called out.\n\"Hey.\"\n\"Would you be someone I'd report a theft to?\"" }, { "author": "Bain Teram", "message": "*His red eyes slowly turned to her and looked her up and down. He then dismounted and stood before her. He was tall and and broad shouldered.* \"Whats the problem?\" *He grasped His hands behind his back.*" }, { "author": "Levi Glynyra", "message": "\"Oh\"\n\"Um yeah, so this guy stole something from me and I'm not really from around here so I'm wondering if you knew where I'm supposed to report that.\"\nShe explained calmly, waving her hands about as she talked. Rather laid back for someone who got robbed." }, { "author": "Bain Teram", "message": "\"Ill be honest with you. Thats not going to help. The guards here are slow when it come to helping citizen like that. They won't be the ones to turn to.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "Yukine waited until the cubes were ready, and accompanied Sirdan to sit down. She took a fork and stuck it in one of the cubes they had just made. A smile would soon appear on her lips, proud of the food she had made.\n\n\"Sirdan! It's not the best, but I'm satisfied with the flavor of the cod. It didn't get that salty. I think I should cook more often, would you help me?\"\n\nWhile waiting for an answer, she ate some more of the food." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan would happily consume the food he made, chewing thoroughly on the noodles and vegetables, following each bite of the fish with the noodle to wash it down. \n\n\"Hmm... Maybe it is because the other two dish are a bit heavy.\" Sirdan said, and then fetched two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice - made by his servants, of course. \n\nHe put one down for Yukine,\"And of course, I'll be happy to help you - come cook with me every day after training at the guild! You've invited for dinner.\" \n\nThe food before Sirdan would disappear rather quickly." }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "\"Sure! I will stop by every day to make dinner together!~\" Yukine took a sip of the orange juice served to her, an expression of satisfaction being planted on her face. It was good! Her favorite, of course, after blood. It was nice to be able to eat normal foods even though the kitsune was a vampire, she had to drink blood anyway.\n\nHer food would also disappear quickly, shortly after Sirdan had finished eating. With a smile, she looked at the elf. \"I think I'm going to my bath, the water must be getting cold by now. Excuse me, I'll be right back.~\" She glanced at him before she got up and headed for the bathroom with her bag.\n\nThe woman would remove her clothes as soon as she reached the bathroom, and leave them on top of her bag, stepping into the bathtub and lying on her back. \"Ah~ How relaxing...\" She closed her eyes, relaxing." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Every day! That's a promise - unless you or I go on a quest, of course.\" He took a long sip from his glass of orange juice,\"You like it? I'll get more next time you come over.\" \n\n\"Ah. The water should still be warm. But wa-\" Sirdan said as Yukine hurried to the bathroom. She would enter to the sight of two servants, bucketing the last bit of hot water into the bath.\n\n\"The servants ain't out yet!\" Sirdan warned,\"Get out! Not you! The servants!\" He ordered verbally, before the servants removed themselves from the premise, allowing Yukine to take a bath. \n\nSirdan grabbed the plates in front of him, and took it to the kitchen, then started scrubbing the dishes and plates with soap, waiting for Yukine to finish her bath." } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan's hands slipped behind his back, and he held his fingers together, anxiously waiting for her response. He nodded as Yukine spoke - thinking of all the events that happened today - A sudden hug from behind in the garden, a training fight, and no-\n\nThe elf's face flushed red when Yukine's lips touched his cheeks. He looked down at Yukine.\n\n\"Wait.\" \n\nHe wrapped an arm around her waist, and another behind her shoulders, pushing the girl into his chest, with her brown, fluffy fox ears brushed asides by his cheeks. He lowered his head, neatly fitting it between her ears, then rubbed his cheek against one of them, whispering. \n\n\"Friends... Do they kiss and hug like this in your home country?\"" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "\"Huh?-\"\n\nYukine was surprised to feel the elf gently bring her close, the smell of him leaving her relaxed. He could feel that her ears were fluffy, large and smelled sweet. They moved slightly when she felt him rub his cheek against them. Her tail wagged slightly, feeling a chill on her spine as soon as he whispered in her ear. Yukine's head gently turned upwards so she could look him in the eye.\n\n\"Yes. If the two agree, it can be much more than that~\"\n\nHer red eyes looked at him differently than before, they looked like they were waiting for something. A smile curved her lips, her hands hugging him back.\n\n\"Tell me Sirdan, do you want to know how friendships worked in my home country?~\" Her tail wagged happily, while one of her ears fell slightly to the side." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "The elf looked surprised - by the pace events developed. Hug, coinhabitation, kiss - all in the same day. And now this. Yukine seemed to be much more alluring than he thought. Something in her tone practically tickled his mind, and Sirdan looked back at Yukine, a hint of anxiety in his expression. \n\nHe brushed his hand against her tail, and while the other hand landed on her head, patting and flattening the other ear. He closed his eyes, and leaned forward to kiss her cheek. \n\n\"I am... Interested. I want you - I want us to be... Very good friends.\" Sirdan said, patting Yukine gently. He didn't want to push her off - or deny her appeals. He held her close to his chest with his arms, his warmth radiating to her.\n\nThe mood in the room was shifting toward something else - and he felt a compulsion to pull her away, into his bedroom behind - but something was wrong about that... He didn't want to see the girl before him disappointed. His finger trailed across the brown fur on her ears, while he tried to draw Yukine's attention away as he think. His grip loosened, and he moved back, looking down at Yukine again.\n\nThe elf mustered up the courage in him, and began his next sentence with a \"But.\"\n\n\"But... We should talk about... Boundaries. What we'll do for eachother - who we can see...\" He trailed off, letting Yukine complete the rest. He observed Yukine anxiously, awaiting a response from her. He hoped she wasn't disappointed for his mood-ruining." } ]

[ { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "Yukine approached Sirdan just as he had asked, looking him deep in the eyes calmly. Being repositioned by him, she would look at the elf a little confused about the intentions they might have there.\n \n\"Of course, Sirdan! I want to live here with you. I just hope that you keep your promises to love me, and of course make me a great mage!\" She laughed happily, hugging him so tightly that they would both fall on the bed.\n\nShe stood up, embarrassed, and supported herself with her arms. \"Heh, I'm sorry.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Of course. I will! That's my promis-!\" *With an exagerrated flop, the two fell onto the soft bed, and Sirdan's head landed on top of his pillow. The elf leaned forward, but a moment before that, Yukine sat up and supported herself with her arm. Sirdan looked mildly disappointed, for a second. \n\n\"No... That's fine. I'm a mood ruiner. We were going to do something just a moment earlier, but I pulled you in with this talk...\" He said, taking both of her hands.\n\n\"But it is much healthier for our relationship to start with way, right?\"" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "Yukine took a deep breath, letting Sirdan take her hands. Her gaze would change between his lips and his eyes.\n\n\"No, no! I don't think you're a mood ruiner.\" A smile on the corner of her lips curved, her red eyes watching him intently and with thirst. \"We can still have a very good time...\"\n\nYukine lowered her body towards him, leaving her face close to his. She waited to see if he would take any initiative." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Oh?\" He said, resting his hand on top of her head. He pushed her closer to his face, their lips mere inches apart. *Good time...*\n\nHe pulled the blanket over the two's shoulders, then looked into Yukine's eyes,\"Your eyes... They're so beautiful.\" He wondered what her lips felt like, he hasn't tasted any for a long time...\n\nHe closed his eyes, pressing his soft lips against hers, his hand pushing her gently onto himself. His other hand wrapped around her waist, embracing her tightly.\n\n\"Mph.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "\"Sirdan... I need to tell you something...\" She took a deep breath.\n\nShe broke her lips apart, and the elf could notice two fangs grow. Yukine did not seem to be very happy to show him her true form.\n\n\"*I-I...*\" Her red eyes looked at his neck, showing a bloodthirsty look. She lowered her head, only to let her head rest on his shoulder in the end.\n\n\"*Would you let me taste it...?*\" She held him tighter, trying to avoid doing anything without the elf allowing her." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Hmmph..?\" Sirdan looked at her, with a bit of disappointment in his eyes. \n\nSirdan's lips parted, and he seemed mildly shocked at the sight. Then he looked at the fang. \n\n\"Cute fangs. Oh.\" The elf noticed the longing gaze of the Yukine... Aimed at his neck. Then he took advantage of the position, leaning his head toward hers, rubbing his cheek against her cold cheek. It was thrilling - her soft skin against his, the transfer of heat... \n\n\"Mm... Give me a moment.\" \n\nHe pushed her up, and then quickly took off his shirt, presenting his right upper arm. \n\n\"Can you do it on the arm instead? I'm afraid of being bitten on my neck.\" There was another reason for this request, and Sirdan's left hand stand at the ready." }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "\"Uh?\" Yukine felt his warm cheek contrast with her cold skin, a slight smile curving her lips.\n\nShe would sit with the help of his push, watching as the man took off his shirt and devouring the sight of his chest. \"*Of course, Sirdan.*\"\n\nYukine bent down again towards his arm, the woman's lips gently touching his skin. Then, the elf could feel her two fangs penetrate him and start sucking his blood. One hand held her arm, while the other rested on his chest.\n\n\"*Mhn~*\" Sirdan could feel the kitsune's thirst increase over time." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Hah\" Sirdan shuddered a bit as she bit onto his arm. He felt no pain, but a bit of shock as her teeth sunk in. \n\nHe felt his blood draining away slowly, and then placed his left hand on top of her head, patting and rubbing both of her ears. His vision faded a bit as five seconds passed. \n\n\"Ah... I'm feeling a bit light headed already...\"" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "Despite Sirdan's comment, Yukine did not stop tasting the elf's delicious blood. Her thirst seemed to grow more and more, like a predator in search of its prey, with no intention of stopping...\n\nUntil she stopped a few seconds later.\n\nShe pulled her lips away from his arm, and looked at him a little sheepishly. \"*I'm sorry.*\" She whispered. Soon after she lay on his chest, hugging him gently. \"*I love you, too, Sirdan.*\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Alarm quickly overcame Sirdan, and his headpat spontaneously stopped. He almost squeezed her head and yanked her away, but she stopped just in time.* \n\n*Sirdan's breath was now quickened - and labored, it appears he has suffered a bit too much blood loss for him to stand.* \n\n*He feels very light-headed, and laid down on the bed, barely feeling the sensation of Yukine hugging him and laying on top of him.* \n\n\"...To... To... Too... Much.\" \n\n*Sirdan wondered if he could keep up with this amount of feeding - probably not. He will need magical spell for it.* \n\n\"Ah... Need to learn... Blood spell...\" \n\n*The elf said, with a dazed look.*" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "\"Oh no, I'm sorry!\" She exclaimed, climbing off the elf and sitting on the bed beside him. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him, but it seems like it was hard to do that as a vampire.\n\n\"*Sirdan! Stay awake, okay?!*\" Yukine put a hand on his cheek and looked at him intently with a worried expression on her face. \"*\"I'm sorry! Please, I'm sorry...*\" Her ears went down, showing the sadness and shame she was feeling at the time." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Ah... Would be easier with battle.\" *Sirdan sighed, feeling a moderate bit of nausea overcome him. He used the other hand to push himself up, showing that he is in fact, okay, just a bit dazed and shocked from the amount of blood taken.* \n\n\"...I'm awake, Yukine. Can you bring me downstairs - to my equipment room?\" *Sirdan supported himself, standing up from the bed.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "\"Of course!\" She said, getting up from the bed so she could help him walk. Yukine took one of his arms gently to keep him from falling.\n\nShe walked with him carefully and patiently downstairs. She seemed to have been saddened by her lack of control. Maybe it was better not to do that. Anxiety followed her all the way to the equipment room." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan used one of his hand to support himself, going down the stairs to his equipment room. He looked around for a chest, and kneeled down, opening it. The chest was labelled,\"Potions.\" \n\nHe rumbled through the items inside, and blinked a few time, his color night vision helping him distinguish which one of them is the correct one..\n\n\"....Well... Turn out I have no replicant blood here.\" \n\nHe sighed, looking outside - It is dark, and there isn't any alchemist open at this hour. \n\n\"Let's just sleep over this and get some replicant blood tommorow, Yukine.\"" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "Yukine watched the elf look for something in the chest, trying not to say anything because of her shame at what had happened. When he was done, she would look down so she wouldn't have to make eye contact with the man.\n\n\"I don't think it's a good idea to live together... I don't want this to be repeated, it wouldn't be good for us...\"\n\nShe held him in the arm, away from where she had bitten him. A small glance was given to the mark of her two fangs, later dodged to avoid remembering it. \"Let's go to sleep...\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"We'll just get some replicant blood tommorow and be done with this.\" \n\nHe patted her ears again, trying to tug her away with him. He loses strength mid way through, and would have to be caught. \n\n\"Ah... Well, I shouldn't exert myself. Can you help me back to my bedroom?\"" }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "\"Okay.\" \n\nYukine helped Sirdan to get to his room, helping him to sit on the bed as well. She then headed for the bedroom door, looking back at the elf.\n\n\"Sorry again. I think it is better if I sleep in my room. Good night, Sirdan...\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "With the last of his strength, the elf dramatically grabbed onto Yukine's shoulders. Worried he might be misinterpreted, he simply hold it there.\n\n\"Wait. Hold me tight for tonight. Just tonight, alright?\"\n\nThe elf pleaded with his eyes." }, { "author": "Yukine Masako", "message": "Yukine looked at him a little hesitantly. \"I...\" She sighed and nodded at him, heading in front of him. She climbed one knee beside Sirdan on the bed, leaning forward to lay the two of them carefully on the bed sheets. Her tail whipped the air, then resting to the side.\n\n\"Just tonight?\"\n\nShe asked, arching an eyebrow. Her thirst returned, but she managed to control it. The woman hugged him, not so hard that she wouldn't hurt him." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "The elf seemed unaware of the danger, and then pulled the blanket over both of them. He reached across her body for her tail, pulling it over to him, wrapping it around his own body, and then hugged her back.* \n\n\"Fine, every night. We'll get you some blood tommorow, so this don't happen again, sounds good?\" \n\nSirdan leaned forward and kissed her on her nose. \n\n\"And once we get this sorted - we'll talk about what to cook, what to eat, what to shop and everything in the house, like a real couple.\"" } ]