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[ { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "*Juna had walked into the tavern absently with a tired Jackal following at her heels. The Canifor avoided eye contact as she went, passing by the several tables that made up the bar before eventually finding an empty seat for her to sit at.\n\nShe sat down, hand brushing itself through the fur atop her head and lying her ears down flat as she let out a quiet yawn while gazing around the bar in waiting before she would make her order for something. Her Jackal seeing her take a seat had stretched out, lowering half his body to the ground before the rest followed, finishing with him resting his head on his paws.\n\nIt wasn't often that the two left the sanctuary of the forest, though there were days where the labor of hunting felt less convenient than simply getting something to eat at the tavern despite the bad experience she's had there once before. Juna had gone lost in thought for a while, closing her eyes only briefly before her ears picked up someone asking something. \n\nShe opened one eye then another before turning her head to see herself looking at Asuga. The ears atop her head rose up immediately. 'She's talking to me...?' Juna questioned as she quickly tried to sit up straight to appear more awake than what she was.*\n\n\"I... I was...\" *Juna paused, only for a brief moment as she scrambled her brain to try to figure out what the question was. Lightly shaking her head, she had let out a tired sigh in defeat.*\n\n\"I'm sorry... I...Think I might have zoned out a bit...\" *She responded with a small prickle of embarrassment.* \"What was the question again...?\"" }, { "author": "Asuga Nakano", "message": "*Asuga gave a weak smile as the canifor stuttered. She was a little bit confused, did this girl hear her right? Was the canifor shy, or was Asuga too drunk to talk straight? Maybe it sounded right in her head...*\n\n*Doubts about the Okamimi's intoxication drifted away when the girl explained. Oh, she was either just tired or shy. Asuga got that. She tried to give a welcoming smile, but wasn't sure what it looked like.* \"Ehm- it's no problem. Just asking what you got to drink.\"\n\n*Asuga wasn't sure exactly what she was going for here, maybe she was just extraordinarily bored and needed someone to talk to. She supposed she would find out whether she was drunk or just lonely. Or a fun combination of both.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"Oh... Right...\" *Juna said with a light chuckle at her misunderstanding before falling silent. The Canifor took a small glance at Asugo, noting how tired she seemed with a slight head tilt of curiosity.*\n\n\"I was just going to get some water...\" *She quickly said in response to Asuga.* \"Just hoping to get something small for me and Jace while we're here...\"\n\n*Juna made a light motion down to the Jackal resting by her feet with her hand. Her companion, usually overly protective, had found enough comfort in taking the time to rest for a while near where Juna sat.\n\nFor a moment, she fell silent before asking in a curious tone:*\n\n\"How... How about you...? You... Seem a bit tired... Rough day...?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Asuga Nakano", "message": "*Asuga glanced away, not wanting to accidentally intimidate the young canifor. She had found out constantly staring at people made them uncomfortable, who knew?*\n\n*The Okamimi let out a soft chuckle.* \"Water... That could be a good idea.\" *As the canifor mentioned someone named Jace, Asuga looked around until she finally noticed the jackal resting around Juna's feet.* \"Oh, a jackal. It must be nice, having a pet... I bet he does a good job keeping you company, huh?\"\n\n*Asuga let out a sigh.* \"Yeah... My job is pretty demanding...\" *Should she tell this random stranger her future plans? She didn't really know what to do too much... Maybe the canifor could give her some advice or something.* \"I'm thinking of quitting... Starting a tavern or something up North. Could be nice. I just want a quiet life, you know?\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"A better job than you may think...\" *Juna said, responding to Asuga's question of Jace being good company. A smile formed on her face, knowing that she could never go for long without the Jackal making his presence known one way or another. Whether that was a good thing or not, Juna wasn't always so sure.\n\nHer ears rose up as she listened to Asuga talk about her over demanding job and though Juna couldn't quite pinpoint what it was that Asuga did to make her feel such a way about it, Juna could see why anyone would prefer a quiet life over the opposite. After all she already lived it until she tested her luck in the streets of Salvania.\n\nAt the mention of starting a tavern, Juna had tilted her head a bit to the side in curiosity.*\n\n\"So why don't you?\" *She asked in a quiet voice as a sense of wonder went over her.*" }, { "author": "Asuga Nakano", "message": "*Asuga smiled, a spark of life coming into her eyes.* \"I bet... What's his name?\"\n\n*As the Okamimi stopped talking, she looked over at the canifor, watching the girl think. Her body language suggested agreement with Asuga's odd rambling. That was nice... She was probably living a nice, quiet life as well.*\n\n\"Well, it takes a certain amount of money. And I'm not sure if I'm willing to make an investment that large and life-changing just yet... I might need some time to think it over. Hell, why am I saying all this to a random stranger... Here.\" *Asuga stuck out her hand in Juna's direction.* \"I'm Asuga.\"" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"My Jackal? His name is Jace-\" *Juna answered, gazing down at the sleeping Jackal empathetically. Such a long day he's had to the point where he had tuckered himself out which seemed rare in the Jackal's case. He curled up tightly under her seat, the only sign of him listening being the light twitch of his ears at the mention of his name.\n\nJuna looked back up at Asuga, listening to her explain how much of an investment it would be to start a tavern, which Juna could understand, however it did leave a question in her mind at Asuga's debate for whether or not she truly wanted it.\n\nWhen Asuga had held her hand out in greeting to Juna, the Canifor respectfully held out her own and gave her hand a small shake.*\n\n\"I'm Juna.\" *She said with a bashful grin before asking the Okamimi:*\n\n\"What kind of job do you do now? It must be a very tedious one if you're thinking about quitting... And yet... You're also hesitant at leaving it-\" \n\n*Though it was the obvious that Juna was pointing out, she questioned if she'd do the same in Asuga's position. She didn't mind her simple tasks of selling what she traded, but was there a more simpler life out there that she could want?*" } ]

[ { "author": "Asuga Nakano", "message": "*Asuga smiled and shook her head. That was Juna's excuse?* \"Oh, give me a break. I'm not letting you downplay your own home. Stop being so humble!\"\n\n*The Okamimi let out a soft chuckle.* \"Hey, I bet it's wonderful. It's your home after all, you should be proud of it. And... If you're not too keen of a quaint little camp... Then back to my previous point, put down some roots! Build a cabin! And if you need some help... I'm pretty handy myself, I'm sure I could make the job easier.\" *Asuga gave a warm smile. It felt nice, to actually help someone for a change.*" }, { "author": "Juna Carse", "message": "\"But it's-\" *Juna went silent, partially cut off. She had to admit, it was hard to argue against the Okamimi's positivity, so instead she simply smiled in defeat.*\n\n\"Yeah... Yeah I guess you're right.\" *Maybe some help would be nice for once, seeing as she kept to herself most of the time just surviving off what she could find for both her and her Jackal. It would be hard to make a cabin from scratch, especially since she didn't know where to start, but maybe she could consider allowing Asuga to help her out and in return maybe Juna could help the Okamimi with her tavern idea. The Canifor's tail swished gently to the side.*\n\n\"I'll have to take you up on that offer then...\" *She said with a quiet chuckle.* \"I don't think I've ever made anything close to a full cabin before.\"" }, { "author": "Asuga Nakano", "message": "*Asuga took Juna's silence as a sign of her acceptance of the Okamimi's statement. She smiled.* \"Of course I'm right. I pick up a shred of wisdom now and then, I guess today I just made use of it.\"\n\n*Asuga took note of Juna's tail wagging. Maybe she was excited for this! The Okamimi was excited as well. It would take some real skill to help this huntress build a solid house that actually could withstand the elements. But it would be worth it, just to see the smile on Juna's face. It was without saying that Asuga had taken a liking to the canifor.*\n\n\"Great! Well-\" *The Okamimi gave a nervous laugh.* \"I mean, neither have I, but it can't be that difficult, right? I know some of the basics of... House-building.\" *Asuga smiled cheerfully. They were really getting somewhere!*" } ]

[ { "author": "Psyche Yorecaster", "message": "Escaping the Orphanage had been easy really. She had gone into the room, waited, opened a window and left with the canifor's cloak. Not difficult at all, and with the cloak on her person she was now able to hide her own deformities better. She felt as if the mass in her shoulder was growing and more than that, it was... Traveling. Rather protruding from her upper shoulder, it felt as if it were closer to her upper, middle back. Closer to her neck. \n\nA few days later now and she's collected her gear and begun traveling away from the city proper, down the roads leading along the coast. She had slept for a day solid, and the Oni had... Improved. Perhaps not gotten *Better* Exactly but improved to say the least. She wasn't sweating as badly, but had yet to wash to remove the sick stink from her clothes. Some color had returned, but not much. She looked... Well, like a vagrant, which she was. \n\nHer gait as she walked was, well, stumbling at best as her head was tilted downward towards the road she walked on. Odd birds, or bats? Fluttered above. She was aware through these creatures, these... Eyes that some ways back she'd gained a tail. Curious she had been observing them, pale eyes staring at nothing as she used her other ones to examine the situation. It made her look.. Well, drunk really as she wandered." }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "The coastal road seemed pleasant that afternoon. Whatever beings coursed through the sky, their melody could soothe even the hardiest of folk about. Yet even with their serenade, even with the warm breeze that tickled Psyche's skin - she'd most probably be able to tell. Something was off. For a while, she could perhaps tell that eyes were set on her from the distance. Any attempt to observe the vicinity would be to no avail. If someone really was tracking her and this was no fruit of her imagination, they were good at their craft.\n\nAs she sauntered onward, the oni reached a path wrapped by trees. They were not enough in quantity to fully deflect the sunlight's gentle kiss, yet they cast various shadows onto the cobblestone road. A crown twitched, not so far ahead. The force with which it did was clearly not the works of a squirrel, nor any animal that usually inhabited the trees. It must have been another humanoid's work. And again, a twitch, this time from one across the original. If Psyche remained silent to try and discern the sound, she'd hear a completely different one.\n\n*Trot, trot, trot...*\nA galloping horse echoed from the distance. In no time the noise grew louder, clearly ringing from behind her. If she turned, she'd spot a black creature with its rider - just as dark. The cloak's he wore, its nuance... It felt familiar. Once the passerby got close enough, he outstretched a hand towards her. The furious winds battling his charge launched his hood off, revealing his identity. It was the same elf, the one she had crossed paths with in the orphanage not so long ago. Leaning forth to build momentum and sideways to reach better, Lucien was clearly trying to pick her up.\n\n**Zoom!**\n\nAn arrow's lethal buzz called from the ground beneath her. A shot had missed her, barely, landing by her foot. If she checked the tree that had warranted her suspicion earlier, a bow protruded from the green leaves. Without delay, another shaft reflected the sun's radiance, hinting that the archer was reloading. Lucien was close to Psyche, very close, by that point. Was this sudden attack the reason he offered to hoist her onto his mount?" }, { "author": "Psyche Yorecaster", "message": "Overhead the 'birds' flew, and through them Psyche continued to watch from odd sides and angles. She couldn't locate the one following her, but it had only served to increase her curiosity. She wanted to know what area they may be in roughly. Wondered why they were following her and what breadcrumb of events had lead to all of this. In her mind's eye, the one distracting her so terribly that her trail was meandering and confused, she thought she could see them. An eye, winged and swift, was zeroing in on something but she wasn't sure what yet.\n\nThen there was the movement in the distance, ever closer that made her pause. Maybe she had misunderstood the direction it was coming from. But then she was certain she hadn't, and as her footsteps slowed she heard the soft trotting. Through the fog and haze of her eyes, and her *Eyes*, she could see a horse and the rider in a dark cloak. She began to walk again until they came close and outstretched their hand. Looking up she recognized the face, and mentally drew the connections to where she had seen it. Lucien could well recognize her perhaps; The Pale Oni walking from the back of the Orphanage.\n\nShe felt the air from the arrow and the connection from her eyes broke like a frail bit of string. Looking down she saw the arrow and followed it's rather direct path back to its shooter with her eyes. She didn't look shocked, or afraid, but had regardless found her mind working rapidly. Nothing felt real.\n\n\"***Time to go.***\" A voice audibly whispers as she takes Lucien's hand with one of her own, other beginning to grip her bow. She used what strength she had to assist him in lifting her up; She was small, and didn't weight much at least." }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "As soon as their hands clasped, clapping loudly as they did, she was yanked up with shocking strength - an intensity which someone slim should not be able to sport. With her help the process was made even easier. Lucien spun his body and placed a hand on her waist as she was midair. He twisted her body, helping her onto the space of the saddle right behind him. Thus, she was facing the other way with her bow prepared. The elf grasped the reins again, calming the mount before it went wild. He turned his head faintly so that he could be heard by her, even with the wind blowing in their ears.\n\n*\"I recognized you, from the orphanage. An odd bunch were tracking you, so I rushed by to help. I have no idea how many they are, but I saw at least three.\"*\nIt didn't take long for the two to exit the woods. Out in the open field they seemed to be the only ones for a while - until the enemy finally appeared. Two horse archers, each launching an arrow that landed besides them, emerged from the forest with matching speed. They continued unleashing a flurry of shots, one of which pierced into Lucien's shoulder. He grunted in response, yet didn't offer any further reaction. *\"Keep them busy, but don't try anything stupid! They outnumber us greatly! We need to get rid of this open space!\"*\n\nTwo more joined the enemy's party. They assumed a spread out formation, making it hard to hit them albeit not impossible. Suddenly, Psyche could feel her hips jerk from a sudden turn of the mount. *\"Hold on tight, we're getting off the road!\"* If the oni glimpsed at the direction they were headed towards, she'd notice a few houses in the distance - most in ruins and presumably abandoned. Another volley of arrows came their way, followed by one more after a pause. Being an archer, she could probably estimate how long the intervals between shots took.\n*\"This is no good! Judging by it, they'll have two more tries before we can get behind cover!\"*\n_ _\n\nLucien seemed quite adept at riding, zigzagging the incoming shafts skillfully. Yet judging by the lack of ranged attacks from him, he either lacked the ability or the conditions necessary to attack the enemy." }, { "author": "Psyche Yorecaster", "message": "The Oni is up and moved, much like a doll and with as much resistance as one. Her apparent acceptance of the odd situation might have been concerning... If there wasn't someone shooting arrows out in the woods right now. He spoke as Psyche leaned back to secure and balance herself, her upper back pressing momentarily to his. Something shifted there. Then she prepares an arrow with several more held between her fingers, pale eyes focused behind them. She does speak, her own voice and tone different from the one that spoke earlier.\n\n\"We witnessed them briefly but could not track them well. It will be easier now.\"\n\nShe felt the arrow strike Lucien, felt herself shift when he did on reaction, and drew back the bowstring. A glow began to suffuse the bowstring from her hands, traveling down the length of it to the arrow. Lightning crackles. She thinks she recognizes one of them, but waits patiently until the few moments before the release of their arrows. As they're focusing, she lets go, aimed not at a rider but at the horse in front of the pack of them. Electricity sparks. With any luck, a downed horse would slow them down, or knock over another horse. All they really needed was space.\n\nThe next arrow was nocked down faster with the way she gripped them, the next shot now empowered but relying on the relative chaos she had caused with her last, electrifying shot. She had been preparing for a third until there's a sudden jerk of movement. \"***Ah!***\" Not as loud as a cry would typically be as Psyche adjusts herself instinctively, exhaling slowly and drawing her bow again. The uneven gait of the horse now disrupted her aim, but she was patient enough to keep going. \"***Psyche, we believe a larger distraction is necessary.***\"\n\nShe lowers the bow, lifting her hand to whistle. The three circling 'birds' swoop downward. Winged eyes, three of them, shoot towards the riders in a zigzag motion. None go for damage, but for blocking vision, startling, anything for an edge." }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "Her arrow slammed into the leg of one of the mounts. Its sturdy build allowed it to press forward, yet an unexpected shift occurred. Its foot was paralyzed by the charge, forcing it to trip and roll over the ground. The rider cried out in a loud thump, most probably being out of commission for the chase. The fallen horse twirled towards one of the other pursuers. A skilled twist of its leads together with a slow down in tempo, however, allowed the man to avoid danger. Eventually he caught up to the rest, the three preparing another volley.\n\nThat is when the next diversion was thrown at them. The 'birds' that had plunged from the skies intruded the group's vision. Realizing that the fowls danced in unison and kept moving with them, the riders began targeting them instead - they knew those were sapient creatures, or at the very least controlled by one. Every now and then an arrow reached the two's vicinity, yet that didn't seem the be the most imminent threat. Lucien gritted his teeth as his eyes flared in a violet color.\n\n*\"This was a set up...\"* He muttered in an aggravated manner. *\"They knew that if we ran from archers in an open field, we'd look for the nearest cover!\"* The elf reached for the weapon hanging by his stallion's side. If Psyche turned to see what the other was on about, she'd see the danger that loomed over them. Three riders, heavily equipped, were charging against them. Lances were pointed at them, held tightly by plate armed opponents.\n_ _\n\nAn odd ring came from Lucien's blade as he began unleashing it. *\"Keep those behind us distracted.\"* He explained to the other, his voice still holding the irritation from before. *\"True, my powers are far from their peak under the sunlight. However...\"* The familiar lavender aroma that he had emitted during the first time they met oozed off of him again. This time, however, the temperature around them dropped significantly. He outstretched his curved sword before an eruption burst from his hand. Flames of a penumbra, wrapped elegantly with a violet aura, ignited his hand and weapon.\n\nLucien pulled the reins to his left, forcing his ride to turn towards the outer pursuer. He grabbed his weapon with both hands and swung it out towards the legs of the horse. A war cry empowered his action, one which held a second voice beneath it. It was ghoulish and infernal in nature. As he finished his swinging motion, a trail of the same enigmatic fire tailed his sword in the form of an afterimage. It blasted out with a loud bang, zooming towards the opponent with shocking speeds. The other two managed to get out of its way, yet the target got caught in the impact. The horse grunted out loud from the blunt force of the impact. The armor protected its flesh from being severed, yet couldn't keep it standing. A loud clap announced its drop to the ground, along with its rider's.\n\nThe elf quickly sheathed his weapon. Instead of circling around, as the other two did, he ran right towards the rolling animal. Any sane person would avoid the moving obstacle, for it was too risky to take on directly. Nevertheless, he rushed right at it. Again, his body released the unnatural blaze. This time, two hands - not Lucien's original ones, spawned from his ribs and latched onto the lead. He used his original ones to grasp Psyche by her sides tightly. *\"Hold on tight!\"* The lancers quickly realized what he was up to and began turning their horses around. Yet it was too late.\n_ _\n\nWith a rapid yank of the reins, the black steed lunged into the air. It jumped right over the rolling creature - the timing was on point. They landed safely albeit with great discomfort. Lucien grunted and forced the horse forward with more speed. He let go of the oni and focused on the uneven path ahead. *\"Patience, patience...\"* He whispered, talking to himself. *\"Once we're in the buildings, you can go all out.\"* It was unclear who the elf was referring to." }, { "author": "Psyche Yorecaster", "message": "The small Oni pulled back the bowstring as she felt one of her internal eyes go blind, snuffed out as one of the flying eyes took a fatal arrow. She flinched instinctively at it's last sight, and let an arrow fly again. This one found its home in one of their attackers as she dropped her last held arrow into place. Sparks traveled along her hands again as sweat began to spring from her brow, body unable to keep up with the demands of her 'friend' and the fight, but pushing on nonetheless. \n\n\"***I think the one to the right. Take out the right leg and-***\" \"-And force the horse to follow into the others as well,\" She finished as she loosed the arrow, striking the next horse with a sparking, charged shot from her bow. No sooner had she loosed it than an arrow found its mark on her, burying itself in her ribs. Pain sparks, blooms and she grits her teeth. She was distantly aware of how stressful, of how *Upsetting* All of this really was but could only just feel the edges of it. Those edges rapidly smoothed over in response to the smell of flowers, causing her to take a deep, steadying breath in before reaching for the next arrow. She glances forward, then away as she keeps her eyes on the pursuers. One things at a time.\n\n\"I feel like I saw one of them once before,\" She says tonelessly, seeing the progress they've made to them as she had tried to ride the initial shock of the arrow out. Distracting riders? Well, easy enough. She decides to forgo her usual aiming for quick shots. She was accurate, scarily so, without her usual wind up but it didn't take much to hit horses. Perhaps between the birds and her shots, they would lose their gained ground.\n\nShe felt the grip of hands on her sides and inhaled through teeth, expression stained as fresh pain sparks, but hangs on. The young Oni feels the moment when they hit the air, and it feels like it lasts forever hanging on a dreadful, uneasy note; The horse beneath the steed, the attackers, the sounds of violence all make for a dreadful scene. Then they land, and reality jolts itself back into alignment. Psyche feels air force itself from her lungs, and that second voice coughs, nearly chokes, but she raises the bow again. \n\nThe next shot goes for one of the lancers so long as they're so close, aiming for the exposed bits of flesh." } ]

[ { "author": "Narrator", "message": "The liquids in the flask was dense in texture. Upon drinking it, Psyche felt a sour pinch on her tongue. Soon after, however, she sensed the properties of a healing potion taking effect in her body. Her pulsating ache calmed while her body regenerated the damage she had taken prior. In the meantime, her arrow soared through the air. Sparks hissed from its body and erupted once its shaft met the enemy's arm. The shot clanged off of his body and dropped to the floor. Kol twitched his head towards the archer and chuckled in a disgusting fashion. Odd... Although it resembled skin, the layer that wrapped him in place resisted the arrow like it was from steel. The golem hoisted the massive falchion up his shoulder and paused. He observed Lucien, his crooked eye twitching in frantic succession." }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "The elf raised his blade and assumed his stance again. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. If Psyche was sensitive to energetic shifts in the air, she would definitely sense the chill gleaming off of him.\n\"See?\" The intruder announced to Kol, grinning in excitement. \"I told you something was off about him.\" The monster clenched his fist and jerked his head to the side, inspecting the transformation carefully.\nThe vampire's body began emitting a black radiance, one which manifested more of the flames the oni had seen before. No longer were they as thin - they burned much thicker instead. A tinge of violet engulfed them, emitting more of the lavender aroma his body possessed. He opened his eyes - they flared in the same nuance. *\"Mal Stance - Curved Fang.\"* Suddenly, the flames burst into an enlarged inferno.\n\nLucien charged forth, forcing his opponent into a guard. The former began a horizontal swing, his aura absorbing the curved blade he wielded. It whistled violently upon piercing the winds, alerting the monster. Kol, in response, cleaved his own steel into the other. A sudden twist pushed the odachi out of the falchion's way, only to return with a powerful bash into its side. Kol stumbled back as his hand was forced above his head. The energy surging from Lucien's sword finally materialized. A spiked mace head was conjured on the tip of his blade, one which traveled towards the giant's ribs. It pummeled his side with a deafening bash. Kol's side curled up in response, the brute crying out in pain. He screamed in pure rage and charged the smaller opponent with the intention to tackle him." }, { "author": "Narrator", "message": "The stranger in the distance arched his brows. He shook his head and commented. \"This might get out of hand very soon...\" He connected his scrawny hands together and began muttering an odd chant. His whispers rang were quietly, mute to the two who exchanged blows not so far ahead. Oddly, however, Psyche could hear them - as if he sang them in her ear. She did not understand the words, as they were spoken in a foreign language. They *Sounded* Familiar despite that. Perhaps her slowly developing partner would develop an unnatural reaction to this. Soon enough the incantation overwhelmed her ears, the noise of the battle near her barely audible. A faint breeze surrounded the figure, his coat and brim dancing in a tide-like motion." }, { "author": "Psyche Yorecaster", "message": "She waited patiently and ever so slowly drew the arrow from her side out, allowing the healing to happen as she did so. She tilted her head, more interested it seemed in the reaction of the creature than she is in her own healing. It seemed as if the electrical discharge hit but the shot itself hadn't done much. Likewise, it didn't seem to care much about the elemental aspect.\n\nShe grimaced faintly, but had few choices really in this situation. She could more smell the shift than feel it, pale eyes both 'present' and not as she seemed to have split her focus again between her mortal eyes and those above them. It helped having an extra head to process everything, but only just. Reaching up she pulled herself up to mount the steed, hearing the fight and seeing it in snapshots behind her eyes. \n\nBlink, and the elf seemed to pull in light and release shadows to her 'eyes', growing into a physical form as thick flames erupt. Blink, and blue, purple joins it as their eyes open and while she can't fully understand his words she can see him speak and see the flames suddenly erupt as if they had hit their limit of holding. A streak of dark and shadow rather than light to her senses. A sword swallowing fire. A flash and a scream of pain and rage that caused Psyche to slide an arrow back into place.\n\nShe tapped her heels lightly into Roy's sides to urge movement as she heard words. Not too quickly but not too slow either as she skirted the edges of the fight, staring ahead with a blank expression as she uses the other eyes for her own positioning; A top down view, one following her for clear through path, and as she comes up closer to the side of the stranger she hears words. Psyche does not know them, but she recognizes them in the same way she does the stranger. She does not. It does. Sweat forms on her skin and face. Pain begins to increase in her back and shoulders. \n\n*Something* Visibly pushes out from her back, restrained by Psyche's own biology, but it doesn't *Stop*. It moves, visibly, down her shoulders, her arms, and hands as if something is struggling to leave her skin with or without her assistance. Beads of sweat-like blood spring over the backs of her hands. It raises her hands as electricity sparks one more time, Psyche not looking towards the stranger yet the line up is perfect. It lets the sparking, spitting arrow go and yet, at the last second, it 'corrects'. Anticipating a shift perhaps in the stranger's own movement, an attempt to avoid the arrow. If he does not move, it will strike slightly left to center mass. If he does, it will hit dead on.\n\n\"**This will be uncomfortable.**\"\n\nIt's not apologetic, simply making a statement as Psyche now drives the horse to move faster for cover, for potential retaliation. Despite herself, she vomits, more from a deep, cold fear than pain." } ]

[ { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "The elf lied on the floor. While the stranger exchanged words with Psyche and left, her ally seemed frozen and numbed completely. Once she neared and reached her hand out, there was no response. Should she have been patient for a few seconds, he'd swing his hand up to accept her offer. He pushed himself off the ground as she pulled and stood up. The vampire had clearly taken a harsh blow, yet his expression remained stern. His icy hand pushed her hair out of the way before he inspected her face. *\"You seem in a good condition.\"*\n\nHe spun and headed towards his sword, the one he had dropped when he received the punch. Lucien picked it up and neared his horse, his boots crushing the spread out rubble. After sheathing the blade he took the reins and dragged his mount closer. He approached Psyche and offered his hand. The violet flare in his eyes, the freezing grasp of his aura - they were gone. Instead, two endless voids made up his irises. After a dragged sigh and a careful once over, his hand slithered past the edges of his dusty cloak. He froze it midair, stretched towards her. *\"If my memory does not betray me, I recall we were both in a hurry last time. I am Lucien.\"*\n\nShould she have accepted his handshake, his grip would be firm albeit not rough. The wind caressed his messy black hair, revealing more of his flawless skin and sharp ear. From up close she could discern the sharp jawline that complemented his handsome looks. He'd let go and jump onto his saddle and giving her a hand again. *\"I suggest that we head somewhere safer. We can have a chat on the road.\"*" }, { "author": "Psyche Yorecaster", "message": "The Oni waited, patiently, with her arm outstretched and unmoving until it was taken. Then she pulled, feeling a pinch in her shoulder closest to her 'growth' as she did so, and stepped back. Her head tilts as she examines the wound, focus still shifted there when he reaches out to inspect her face, pushing tangled hair out of the way. Aside from the dampness of sweat that had coated it, and the mixture from the vial on her mouth and smeared at the corner, she is fine it seems. Or close to it as she ever is. \n\n\"How is your wound?\" She asks as he walks away to retrieve his sword, quietly stowing her arrows and tapping her fingers to her thumb as she silently counts how many arrows she'll need to replace. They probably wouldn't take kindly to her retrieving them from horses, or... Shields of flesh. She pauses as she walks to pick up that arrow at least, stowing it away. She lifts the edge of her shirt to examine the wound on her side, ignoring the odd network of weals and bumps that have begun to appear on her skin as of late; They grow in intensity it seems higher up her skin, well hidden by her shirt. Pausing she sees the hand and lets go of the fabric.\n\nShe shakes, grip loose and fingers still hot from the bowstring pressing into them. \"We are Psyche.\" We now, always *We* Though the second lurker was not plainly visible. Her pale eyes focused on him, albeit briefly, then she paused as he walked to the horse and climbed into the saddle. Seeing the outstretched hand she hesitates, one of those... Eyes landing nearby, and focusing itself where the stranger went before taking off in that direction. Reaching up she takes the hand, allowing him to help her up now.\n\n\"We will watch the road, but we may not have killed all of the riders. Moving would be ideal.\"" }, { "author": "Lucien D'arcy", "message": "*\"I am fine, thank you for worrying. That hit was refreshing, haven't had one of that scale in a while. It was as if it scrambled my insides. It missed my vitals, though, so I'm alright.\"* Lucien had noticed her reactions or, to be precise, the lack thereof. It tickled him in an odd way - made him curious. Thus, he relied on his enhanced periphery vision to keep an eye on her and what she did while he went to grab his odachi. The view of her tearing arrows out of flesh and dirt did not disturb him, for his eyes were set on something else. His gaze flickered towards her body every now and then, rarely enough to allow him the focus on his task yet often enough to inspect her unusual condition. Swelling bruises stretched all over her torso. She didn't seem to pay them much heed, revealing that it were naught new to her.\n\nPsyche. *They* Were Psyche. *\"A pleasure to meet you.\"* The elf did not probe further and instead proceeded as initially planned. Once he boosted her onto the saddle, Roy set off towards the path. Their choice of travel was through the ruins, away from the directions towards their recent battle. Lucien uttered no word until they found cobblestone, lit up by the setting sun. They'd pass by folks of all kinds on the road - a sign that they were nearing safety. The birds chanting melodies, the laughs and chit chat, the stream of a small river nearby - it all brought a temporary serenity into light.\nLucien's cloak budged before a shadow reached out of it. Shaped as a hand, it held a small bottle of alcohol with cloth wrapped around its neck. *\"Are you able to treat it yourself, or shall I?\"* He questioned. After a brief pause for her answer, he sighed in relief. He spoke smoother by that point, perhaps having recovered from the devastating strike.\n_ _\n\n*\"That's one way to encounter an acquaintance, I suppose.\"* He concluded in a matter-of-fact fashion. As they reached past the tall trees, they could discern the outline of a village. It wouldn't take more than fifteen minutes to reach, judging by their much calmer pace. *\"My immediate assumption is the abnormalities on your body have to do with what they want, no? Could you expand on your disease?\"* Despite the fact that he had assumed she was sick, he did not seem bothered by being near her." }, { "author": "Psyche Yorecaster", "message": "Arrows collected, she carefully stows the bow on her back. A close eye would note as she did so, she avoided a spot high on her back and near the middle; just nearly below her neck. That same spot was visibly swollen though the shape of it was hidden beneath her shirt and the patched traveling cloak she had on, the hood hiding much of its mass and shape. It seemed as if she had picked the cloak for that purpose entirely, to hide whatever was growing there.\n\n\"Likewise,\" She said, going through the motions of the introduction as he let go and then she was boosted upward. She settled in as Roy set off, the odd birds following at a distance; Keeping sight on the surrounding area and the paths behind them. Her head rolled forward slightly so her dampened forehead bounced periodically against Lucien's back, eyes unseeing as she focused on the three summons she had. She heard the strike of hooves on cobblestone. Through one eye she saw the sign. She saw birds before they took flight from the oddity viewing them. All signs of safety; The birds would be gone at threat of violence. \n\nShe felt the bottle of alcohol, and the cloth, and shifted back before taking them and letting her vision clear. Wordlessly, she begins dressing her wound in the motions of someone used to self treatment. While she said nothing, another voice commented softly, \"**We can do it.**\"\n\nThough without the chaos, was that the woman's voice? It sounded oddly formed. Psyche continues to patch herself, her focus on the task at hand as she responses continue without her input. \"**Disease?**\" With bemusement in the voice. Something else that separates the voice from the woman. After a few minutes, and as she finishes dressing her side, Psyche murmurs, \"I don't believe we're diseased. We simply haven't finished growing yet.\"\n\nSlipping the bottle back to the hands that had formed she turns her head. Nothing they could see following them. That was good at least. \"If you please, we also do not wish to see a Healer. It has not been an amenable situation in times past.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Beyond the door is a rather spacious room for a tower. Stacked with crates and barrels, it appears to be some kind of food storage room. Regardless, he places his hands and feet onto the ladder and begins to ascend. The ladder creeks like a wooden board as he uses it, and he passes by several floors - one contains beds and sleeping mats, clearly for guards who have night duty. Infact, many of the towers floors look to be dedicated to housing the guards who are stationed here. Upon reaching the second to top floor he finds what looks to be a decently tidy room - a desk placed in the middle, a chest in one of the corners alongside a large shelf mounted on the wall that seems to contain miscellaneous things - trophies more likely then anything. The floor is decorated with a large quilt, and the sergeant from earlier can be seen reclining in a wooden chair on the opposite side of the desk. He points to the chair and the other side and says \"Murphy! I knew you'd come, take a seat.\"" }, { "author": "Cathal Murphy", "message": "*Cathal walked toward the chair and sat down. Cathal then asked the captain* \"So, what is this mission you have for me?\"" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "The captain looks him up and down and grins stating \"Glad that you asked! Remember those bandits you dealt with - it seems normal at first, but it's a sign of a larger trend overall. For whatever reason more and more people are being found to be bandits - and worse still is that raiding is increasing dramatically. We've already lost contact with five caravans so far and that was in the past month! Whenever we sent out patrols to catch them, we come up empty handed. So we're assuming the bandits now have a leader. Your role in this is to infiltrate the bandits by posing as a miscreant and acting as an *Insider* For us. You'll report their location and the such so we can swoop in and get them. Understand? You'll need to do some snooping to figure out how though, I doubt they're accepting everyone who walks up and asks to join.\"" }, { "author": "Cathal Murphy", "message": "*Cathal never thought people would flock to become criminals. Then again, he was a noble, and most bandits where common folk, and had less money than him.* \"Okay, I'll do it. But I need you to do one thing. Make sure no one takes my heavy armor or my horse, especially my horse.\"" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "He looks thoughtful for a brief second and laughs before stating \"We weren't going to just allow that to happen regardless, I mean - what kind of guards would we be if we couldn't defend peoples stuff? Don't worry about it. Your stuff will be safe, as safe as it can be at least.\" He then sighs before continuing \"What we're going to do is make it look like you committed some kind of crime - we already have it setup actually. All you need to do is to leave your armor here, take some poorer clothing and try to steal from the red stall with the yellow star. You'll get caught of course, and arrested. This will give you the perfect cover story for why you'd want to join some bandits.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Kibaru finds himself standing under an awning attached to this towns equivalent of a tavern. Except instead of rowdy peasants its full of a bunch of stuck up nobles, typical of a town that prides itself upon its fine foods and wines. Infact they're *So* Stuck up that they refused service to Kibaru and he was kicked out, mostly due to a lack of proper attire. \n\nIt doesn't seem like he's the only one being kicked out for improper attire as a towering man with shoulders half as wide as he is tall comes walking out of the doorway. Besides his size the first thing that catches Kibaru's eye is the fact his face is obstructed by a full face of hair. Only his hazel brown eyes are visible through all the hair, and they instantly fix themselves on Kibaru. Turning to face him he crosses his arms and states \"You need work? Have gold, need fighter.\" Though his voice is deep it does little to hide the obvious accent and stilted speech." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kicking him out for attire was understandable, but from a tavern. The thought kind of shocked him. He wasn't offended, just sour cause he would have gotten allot of good info for trade with a bunch of nobles chattering about*\n\n*Kibaru's ears would twitch and his mood lighten a bit as he looked at the towering man in armour. His interest was set on both Gold and Fighter.* \"Sure. I'm interred.\"" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "His armor is little more then thick furs seemingly taken from a variety of brown colored creatures. One can almost imagine how large a bear it would have taken to make sure this man was fully clothed. Regardless he takes a coin sack from his waste - a rather large one, all things considering and says \"You look good fighter. Need to remove bandits... What say you?\" He motions to the coin sack and jingles it almost to emphasize the coins held within." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Furs, not this was a man Kibaru could make profit from. Not only now, but maybe also in the future. The question was, does he buy them or hunt for them himself*\n\n*He would Grin at the man* \"Bandits, I'll be happy help there, the question is: to scare them off, by killing a few. Or do you want as many as possible dead?\" *He asked happy to get some fighting in again. He was starting to get rusty.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "He tilts his head back almost in contemplation before resuming his former position and stating \"They have object. Object need secure, kill all if need. Does not matter. Get object, get paid. Simple.\" He hooks the coin sack onto his belt and reaches behind his back pulling out a rolled piece of paper and pins the top of it under his chin pointing to an X marked on the map - which is a map of this area. He states \"This near ruined tower. You know? Object is orb. Oiled steel, shines in light, many runes. Quite heavy - careful, no magic near or bad things.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would nod. A bit more detail wouldn't hurt, but he has made do with far less before* \"This Orb, who did it belong to and why do they have it. Is it something people would go after again\" *What exactly this Orb was didn't matter. All that mattered was the value. Not that Kibaru would steal it like this, not when under a contract.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "He moves his chin up, the map rolling back into place as he slips it back into his back pocket satchel. He shakes his head in response and states \"Too many question. Owner not important. Other information not good. You paid to get orb, no more or less.\" He looks around before stating \"Sooner better. Pay is ten gold. Good? Five more if head of thief comes too.\" He assumes that Kibaru managed to get a good view of the map before putting it away. He points across the street to what looks to be a ran down establishment, an obviously drunk man stumbles out into the rain - slipping on some mud and face planting into a pile of horse shit. Ignoring the buffoon the hairy man states \"I be there. Bring goods there, get paid. Okay?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Ok, then last question\" *Kibaru did get a decent look at the map* \"Do i send a message to other that might try and steal it other then just the one head?\"\n\n*Kibaru would ask as he looked at where the man pointed and sighed at the drunk*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "He shrugs and repeats himself \"Just get orb. And thief head, for own joy. No message need. Speed is good.\" With that he sets off. His heavy feet sinking deep into the mud, but unlike most who would gets tuck he seems to drag his feet through the mud. This leaves deep trenches in the ground that seem to be filled in by the almost liquid mud surrounding it. Eventually he disappears into the building just as the drunk regains his footing only to face plant once more." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"AIght\" *Kibaru got the message and immediately started to sprint to the direction of the mission. He would try avoid the mud as much as possible and put his mask on.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Thanks to his speed and the downwards pressure exerted upon the mud he manages to avoid sinking into the mud, though it does splash all over his legs. Running out of town in direction of where the map stated the bandit camp was, it does not take long for Kibaru to notice a smoke stack in the far distance. He estimates that at his current speed he'll arrive at the location marked on the map in the next hour or so." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru didn't care much for getting dirty, he just didn't want to slip. Kibaru would continue running at this pace until he would be 10 mins of. Along the way he made sure to keep his ears open.*\n\n*Kibaru's white wrapping around his knees and dow would be full of mud and his bare feet probably now wearing shoes of mud with his haste*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Luckily for Kibaru people say mudbaths supposedly aid with skin health, or so alchemists tell people. Regardless, he may be able to frighten the bandits since he himself is beginning to look more mud then man with how much mud he's kicked up on himself. His keen hearing allows him to pick up the faint sound of raindrops colliding with the foliage of nearby trees. A grove of trees in the distance seems to have inhabitants, several hastily constructed wooden buildings and a small wooden fort. When I say small, I mean it - it's probably got one or two rooms. From this distance there seems to be about a dozen or so bandits, maybe less maybe more. They cannot see him yet." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Once he started getting closer. His pase would slow and his nose started lightly sniffing. He also look at the ground for tracks and kept behind cover as much as possible to avoid detection*\n\n*Once close enough. He would climb a tree not to far of, but still made sure he wasn't visible. He would quickly asserted the situation*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "The air is too crowded with moisture and the smell of wet dirt to pick up anything besides the barest hint of smoke. The ground is soft and the mud has allowed the tracks of many wild creatures to be imprinted. But these imprints do not last long, as they are washed away by the falling rain. No tracks of any note stand out - signaling that either anyone who has left hasn't left recently or that everyone is at camp. Climbing a lone oak in a field not far from this location he notices a lack of any major patrols around the grove. Everyone seems to be sticking around the enclosed areas or at least the tree covers to avoid getting wet." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well at least I can use this weather to my advantage.\" *He would try to log their numbers by sticking around in the tree before he would leaf*\n\n*He jumped of after about 5 minutes and approached. If it was coming down hard then he wouldn't care about making much noise, but either way, he would a just his speed to the noise of the rain. The louder the rain, the less he cared about make noise moving forward. So his footsteps and what isn't audible*" } ]

[ { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Heading to the camp via the southern passage he quickly accelerates to a pace that could be compared to \"Power walking.\" The rain silences his approach despite creating mud which further slows his progress. When he comes within twelve yards of the camp one of the bandits leaning against the trunk of a tree spots the shirtless man approaching and with a shocked look shouts \"Intruder! Intruder!\" Before running off. It doesn't seem like he'll have much time before everyone is alerted and are at the ready." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well, guess stealth isn't an option anymore\" *Kibaru said as his tails and mask lit up to a bright blue glow. He would unsheathe his Katana and Start to Run straight to the camp.*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "He charges forwards and into the camp. He's so rapid in his approach in fact that many of the bandits are just beginning to exit their tents or huts, the ones closest to him - around three or four are easily cut down by his blade before they can so much as let out a peep. However it's becoming rapidly apparent that they are organizing into some kind of loose battle formation - even with their poor equipment and training they may pose a threat." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would point the sword covered in blood at the group* \"I'm looking for the boss here\"" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "One of the bandits, larger then the rest steps forwards and laughs stating \"Sure you are. You ain't gonna see em though, cause you're gonna turn around an go back to where 'ver you came from here me?\" He's the best armored of the lot too, wearing thick gambeson with a leather jerkin over it and a kettle helm on his head upon a gambeson coif. He points his short sword at Kibaru in response to his sword pointing and his face wears a smug grin." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"You going to let me go even if I just slaughtered some of your men?\" *Kibaru slashes his sword to clean most of the blood of before sheathing it again.* \"I came here for two things and your bosses head is one of them\"" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "He shrugs in response and says \"Plenty of criminals in the seas to replace them. 'Sides, means we all get more loot whenever we bring some in. Last warning, you ain't carrying anything of value so don't waste our times!\" He seems very adamant that Kibaru won't be seeing this \"Bandit\" Leader that he's looking for. It also doesn't look like there will be any easy way forwards because of that." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would think it best to not use any magic without knowing the whereabouts of the orb thingy* \"Ok, looking for an orb. Want to atleast tell me that much before I end up killing you all?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "brebmel", "message": "His eyebrows rise and his eyes go wide for several seconds expecting Kibaru to laugh, before his expression lightens and he bursts out laughing. The men around him laugh alongside him and they eventually manage to compose themselves as the one who started laughing finishes. He regards Kibaru up and down and proclaims loudly \"Yous 'nd what army pal!\" He raises his shield and begins to march forwards - the six or so other bandits following in his steps. They will be within attacking range within a singular turn..." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would immediately rush straight at them. His right hand grabbing the shield at the side and pulling ti away as his left hand grabbed his right forearm. After that, he would bite straight at his arteries and try to rip out a chunk*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "He rushes forwards and clashes into the mans shield. Grabbing it with one arm is a difficult thing since this man is no push over, so as Kibaru wrestles to take control of the shield one of the more brave bandits comes forwards and cuts into Kibarus exposed torso. The small blade used by the bandit doesn't cut deep but it does hurt. Eventually he's able to pull the mans shield away and hold onto his other arm - even as the other bandits move to surround him, blocking off any escape routes and winding up to lay out a hail marie of barely-better-then-peasant-weapons on him. The time taken to wrestle the shield out of the way made it impossible to go in for a bite in a single turn." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru's hand on the bandits arm would let go and slash straight at his neck. The second he let go his claws would reveal themselves. He would then wrap around the arm of his tails around the bandit that cut him. The pain of being cut was bearable and the wound would immediately stop bleeding*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "The claws rake across the gambeson that makes up the bandits coif. The protection offered manages to mitigate most of the cutting force, causing it to only cause superficial neckwounds that quickly stain the off white cloth a crimson red. His tails manage to wrap around one of the bandits, who provides to slash and cut at the tail in a wanton effort to get it to release him. This likely hurts more then it actually damages, regardless the other bandits begin to beat on him - mostly using sticks and other peasant weapons. He'll probably be walking away with a lot of bruises and probably some knots in his muscles, but they can't seem to hit hard enough to do any tangible damage." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would then try again. This time he would punch straight at the bandits face with full force. Kibaru was ignoring the damage, but his almost at his limit. The tail would also tug the bandit it was holding, trying to throw him of balance*" } ]

[ { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Using his rotational momentum he flings the man grasped by his tail through the air and into the wall of one of the artificial structures. Thankfully, it doesn't crash from the force but the man certain crashes into the ground. He turns around and with a quick jab slams his knuckles into the soft gambeson of the bandits lower torso. The man buckles forwards but manages to recover his composure quick enough to respond by stabbing Kibaru in the right shoulder with a rusty knife. The blade cuts into the flesh and soon blood begins to flow down his right pec like a small stream... The other two bandits now to his right continue to wail on him - the damage has begun to become apparent, since the bruises have turned a deep purple and the cuts are now sufficient enough to be more then just annoyances. However, with those last few attacks the two bandits not currently being attacked by him turn and run for the hills leaving Kibaru behind with the last standing bandit." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*KKibaru would flinch in pain, but he blood would soon stop flowing and Kibaru would punch the bandit in the gut again. Kibaru was quite glad the other two ran away, this was allot harder then he had anticipated*" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "He winds his fist up and throws it upwards slamming his knuckles once more into the mans stomach. This time, he slumps to the ground with a thud and a groan. Downed men surround him on all sides - many of which are groaning in pain. The two fleeing bandits can be seen in the distance fighting against the mud as they try to get away. The pathway to the \"Fort\" Is now unblocked - though the large wooden doors seem to be closed." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would draw his sword and go to one of them. Before lowering down with his sword at his neck* \"Ok. Not I'm going to ask you a favor. Deny me and I'll slit you're thought right here\"" } ]

[ { "author": "brebmel", "message": "Water drips through the trees above and into the dry soil. Each water drop kicks up a small dust cloud, and as he walks forwards he can feel the water droplets landing upon his skin - and running down his body. Grabbing the blade of his sword he pulls it out of its sheath in one swift jerk of his arm. The blade is held off to the side as he searches for the most conscious of the bandits, kneeling down besides him and resting the blade upon his throat. The bandit groans in response, managing only a few words \"O-okay... Sure...\" His voice is weak and hard to hear - even wit his finely tuned ears." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I said that I'm here for you're leader. And while we're at it. I'm looking for an orb. Now you'll help me find both of these\" *He said as he touched his wounded arm that was holding the Katana. Soon after his hand started glowing and the wound would slowly start to regenerate faster.*\n\n`` Touch of Restoration:\n -10 mana pool & - 10 mana cap\n120/~~130~~120``" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "The glow gradually grows in intensity, soon out shinning even the sun above. It's impossible to see anything - the glow is just that bright. The man beneath him gasps in fright as if he is finally seeing \"The light.\" Then, suddenly, there's a bright and burning flash of pain on his arm, which begins to feel numb. His sword clatters to the ground and when the light clears his arm seems to have... Turned into a chickens leg. Feeling quickly returns to his, chicken arm - and if he tried to move his fingers he'd watch as the chicken foot grasps and moves..." }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru's eye would twitch and he would face palm himself* \"Stupid KIba\"\n\n*He would try out his new arm* \"I fucking hope this isn't permanent\" *He then grinned hugely before slapping the bandit in the face with his chicken arm* \"Hey, gona help me or not!\"" }, { "author": "brebmel", "message": "It appears as if, when the sword dropped, that the blade slit his throat. The man barely has enough air left to gurgle out a few unrecognizable words before his eyes glaze over. With the man he was going to interrogate dead, and his arm currently stuck as a chicken, it does not appear like he has many other routes to pursue. Clearly the fort is likely where the leader of these bandits is located - the question is how to get inside without using magic, lest he start laying eggs!" } ]

[ { "author": "Don Sutekina", "message": "*The Don continues to sip her tea, patiently waiting. Still confident that the cap was on his way. Though, she was getting a bit hungry, but she came prepared for such a situation. From her purse she would carefully pull out a silk napkin and then reach into her second purse and pull a sugar biscuit. She would dip the biscuit in the tea, having it grow soggy but not too soggy, and slowly nibble on it. She would savor the pleasant texture of the biscuit along the flavor mixed with the tea. And she would nibble and nibble and nibble. She shall happily wait while nibbling on her delicious biscuits*" }, { "author": "Horace Caranaro", "message": "*Horace, a young elf taken in by an infamous Don and made into their right hand man. Feared and respected through his ability and status, it seemed like he was quiet the powerful man. And yet, a man with such power, was now sprinting through the streets of the city like a mad man. If you could stop him to ask why, which you couldn't i guarantee, he'd only respond with one word. LATE! SO FUCKING LATE, HOLY SHIT HOW DID TIME FLY LIKE THAT. A summons by his leader that wasn't met on time, how could this of happened? Well that is not important now, what's important is how quick he could get there.*\n\n*Quick enough it seemed though, as the nimble, agile elf quickly arrived... About an hour late. But finally, he was there, standing before the door of the tea shop. His breath heavy and his legs almost soar from his run, he tries to calm and reorient himself before ending.*\n\n\"Don...\" \n\n*He stares back at the Don, who seemed to be enjoying some sugar cookies. Man what was this... The elf sighs deeply, deciding to just step over and take a seat before disrupting her further.*" }, { "author": "Don Sutekina", "message": "*Sutekina would hear sudden running and heavy breathing from down the street, but she would continue to focus on her tea and biscuits. Only when she heard the words 'Don...' would she glance up and smile. An expecting a smile, yet also a cold one*\n\n\"Capo, how nice of you to make it. Looks like you've been out running. Come, have some tea and biscuits, rejuvenate yourself.\"\n\n*Across from her would be a tea cup with a biscuit inside. Or what you would assume to be have been a biscuit. The tea was no longer giving off any steam and the 'biscuit' was now mush. Upon noticing it Sutekina would place her hand to her mouth in surprise*\n\n\"Oh, I could've sworn I had set it up to be a pleasant snack. Did I really spend that long eating biscuits!\"\n\n*She would glance down to her tummy and pinch at it a little bit before grumbling in annoyance. She would then let out a sigh before raising her hand motioning to a waitress to come over*\n\n\"Replace this tea please\"\n\n*The waitress would nod and take the cold biscuit mush filled tea back into the store. A few minutes later she would return with a fresh tea cup and place it on the table. Sutekina would display her ever charming smile and dismiss the waitress. She would then delicately pull out another biscuit and place it into the tea again. It may have seemed like she was being kind and gentle, but looking into her eyes one could tell she was more or less going through the motions*\n\n\"There, all pretty again. Now you can enjoy the tea and tell me why my right hand was late\" *She would say with an expecting grin*" } ]

[ { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*It is a pleasant day within the Salvania. Clear skies, warm winds, chirping birds. It would be the perfect day to just sit back and relax, especially for someone like Ralki. But it appears fate had different plans for her. What was suppose to be a simple stroll down the road, would instead be halted by the sudden apperance of 6 wooden kuili and 1 large stone kuili! And they look angry! Whatever shall Ralki do!*" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "[Moves north 6 tiles]\n[Stonewall centered on the tile south of her, to give her 3/4's cover from wooden kuileis archery]\n[Longsword attack (blunt) Stone Kuileis. Roll: 17. Damage: 7 Blunt]\n\nHP: 41 / 41\nMana: 45 / 53\nFocus: 4 / 4\nDefense: 19\nMovement: 6 tiles north\nSpell, south of Ralki 1 tile" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "```GM round 1```\n*The wooden kueli are confused by the sudden apperance of a stone wall, but they aren't stupid. They walk around the edge until they can see Ralki again, upon which they rush forward and smack her around with their fists.*\n\n*As for the Stone kuili, he would swing his two fists at Ralki and attempt to crush her*\n\nWooden\nDefense: 8\nAttack: Autoland 2 hits \nStatic dmg: 8 dmg\n\nStone:\nDefense: 13\nAttack 1: 25\nAttack 2: 18\nStatic dmg: 10\n\n```Action Resolution\nRalki takes 2 hits from the wooden kuili: 16 dmg \nRalki takes 1 hit from the Stone kuili: 10 dmg\nRalki total dmg: 26\n\nRalki hit Stone Kuili\nStone total dmg: 7\n```\n\n```Player reaction phase```\n\n```Reaction resolution\nRalki hits Stone Kuilei with her earth shot. \nStone Kueili 3 damage taken total\n\nStone/Wooden Kueili have no reactions\n```\n\n```Player round 2```" } ]

[ { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "HP: 23 / 41\nMana: 40 / 53\nFocus: 3 / 4\nDefense: 33\nMovement: No movement\n\nAttack 2: Stone Kuileis | 25 | 2 Blunt (9 Blunt) | Composed Strike" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The wooden and stone Kuili would continue to try and bash on Ralki, but Ralki's defense proves itself impenetrable.*\n\n```Action Resolution\nRalki deals 2 dmg to stone kuili\nStone and wood Kuili deal no damage\n```\n\n```Player Reaction phase```\n\n*Sadly the stone Kuili's rock hard body is able to withstand the blow. It only served to make the stone kuili angrier*\n\n```Player round 3```" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "HP: 31 / 41\nMana: 35 / 53\nFocus: 0 / 1\nDefense: 28\nMovement: No movement" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Ralki continues her turtle tactics and continues to chip away at the Stone Kuili. The other Kuili are all mindlessly smacking at her to no avail.*\n\n```Action Resolution\nRalki deals 7 dmg to the stone kuili\nKuili deal no damage\n```\n\n```Play Reaction Phase```\n\n*Sadly Ralki is unable to carry on the momentum and fails to penetrate the Stone kuilie's body. Perhaps it has natural resistance to geo spells or something*\n\n```Player round 4```" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "HP: 39 / 41\nMana: 30 / 53\nFocus: 0 / 1\nDefense: 15\nMovement: No movement" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Ralki lands yet another blow on the stone kuilei, its rocky body slowly falling apart. However, it would seem Ralki focused a bit too much on the offense and not on the defense. In one fell swoop the Stone Kuili would smack Ralki across the face and the 3 wooden kuili around her would kick at her chest and back. If this keep up she might turned into mashed potatoes*\n\n```Action resolution\nRalki lands a hit on the Stone Kuili\nTotal of 7 dmg to Stone\n\nStone Kuli lands 1 hit on Ralki\nStatic 10 dmg\n\nWooden Kuili auto-land 3 hits\nStatic 8 dmg\n\n34 dmg total to Ralki\n```\n\n```Player Reaction Phase```" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "HP: 5 / 41\nMana: 29 / 53" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*Sadly once again the stone kuilei withstands Ralki's blows. Maybe someday she will land an attack, but seems like today is not that day*\n\n```Player Round 5```" }, { "author": "pindlewand", "message": "HP: 39 / 41\nMana: 25 / 53\nFocus: 0 / 1\nDefense: 15\nMovement: No movement" }, { "author": "frankenstein", "message": "*The golem takes on Ralki's swing like a champ. It would seem this threat was too much for her to handle on her own. There might have been better tactics to have tilt the battle in her favor, but ultiately it seemed like a cruel god had caste her into an unwinnable situation.*\n\n*Ralki takes one last slug across the face from a kuili before her vision turns to black.*\n\n*To her good fortune, it would seem like she wasn't crushed to death during her unconsciousness. As she opens her eyes she would find her head laying on a pillow and a fully armored knight standing over her. From the knights hands Ralki could feel divine energy flowing into her, healing her wounds*\n\n\"Thank goodness, you're alive. Looks like we made it in time\" *The knight would say as he motioned the surrounding area. Ralki would see a pile of rubble and smoldering ash within the vicinity*\n\n\"I'm sorry you had to suffer all that. No idea why there were so many here... It's a miracle that you held them off as long as you did\"\n\n*After finishing his healing spell, he would pull Ralki up to her feet* \"I still got to check out the vicinity for any remaining kuelei. Hope you can take care of yourself from here.\"\n\n*And with that the knight would head into the forest, leaving Ralki all alone on the road*\n```Combat finished```" } ]

[ { "author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza", "message": "Ryza would give a shrug, averting his gaze to the masked figure in front of him. The roads were dimly lit, it's the outskirts of the town anyway, the guard already knew him so they usually let Ryza do his things unperturbed.\n\n\"Can't seem to fall asleep myself, how about you? Just finishing from a hunting run?\"\n\nThe canvas he was painting on was still blank, the failed canvas that can only be interpreted as unnatural sketches lay on a convenient rock next to the older Silnarian, where he puts all his belongings, including a fine glaive-sheath.\n\nHe poured the still-hot kettle to another cup, offering it to the boar-masked Silnarian with his free hand." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Hunting?\"*The Pig Elf questioned. He supposed he was a hunter of sorts when it comes to people and the specific jobs he has to do, but day to day he was far from it.*\"Nah, I'm not a hunter. Just a pig trying to train his dog.\"*Terrel answered, gradually making his way over to the man with Floof tagging along at his side.\n\nWith the closed distance, Terrel could make out the things around him more easily. The tea he was brewing, the sheath of his weapon or at least one of them, and the sketches he was trying to make. His pointed ears confirmed his identity as a Silnarian which made it quite the interesting thought of finding two hanging out alone in one night. At least to Terrel anyways. It seemed many Silnarians were choosing to hang around Salvania at this time. Looking at the canvas, the Pig Elf wasn't sure what exactly he was trying to paint out here in the middle of the night, but he took the tea nonetheless.\n\nHe brought the cup up to his mouth, finding it fortunate enough to not be covered by the mask while he drank the tea and glanced at the blank canvas.*\"What are you drawing?\"*He decided to ask. Most painters he's seen typically had an image in front of them to paint of, but Terrel couldn't pinpoint anything of the sort out here.*" }, { "author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza", "message": "The painter turn his head slighty when the boar-masked man questioned himself, not the first time he saw the exact same answer but not common either, the painter gave a slight nod to the pig elf answer, that would suffice in his eyes, and its not a lie either.\n\nHe was unsure himself, unsure on what he had been painting for the past while, his quaking hands stopped whenever he grasped thee cup or the brush, but returns whenever he isn't grasping anything in his hands.\n\n\"Not sure myself, been here for a while now i think, still haven't realized what exactly i want to paint.\"\n\nRyza shrugged, the canvas was still blank, and the night was dark, only faintly illuminated by the pale blue moonlight in the distance. \n\n\"It's a bit late for you to the out here, doing anything interesting?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Isn't it a bit late for you to be painting outside?\"*He reiterated back. Terrel supposed his question was already answered with seeming lack of inspiration from the man as he tried to draw something only for nothing to be made of it. \n\nHis wolf pup had come to sit down at his feet in taking a break from their long walk. With Ryza asking him if he was doing anything interesting, Terrel would answer:*\"Well if you'd consider finding an Elf living in the forest due to his hatred towards humanity interesting I guess I am.\"*The way he worded it sounded as if he wasn't talking about himself but rather someone else. Who that Elf was though was still up for question.\n\n Despite it, Terrel found himself finding more ridiculous things in his time of travel anyways. With the cold picking up, said things only seem to grow on top of his preparation for it in traveling through the snow.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would stare at the man for a long while, his expression quite unreadable with the curvature of his mouth preventing any emotion he could have possibly shown.*\"I wasn't referring to myself with that statement.\"*He'd say back even more bluntly. Of course, there were plenty of people out there to dislike, though he could never bring himself to hate them so much to become some forest dweller.*\n\n\"If that was the case, you probably wouldn't catch me dead out here.\"*He'd say with a more light hearted chuckle. Terrel could tell the man was staring at him. Whether for his appearance or his answer to the question, the Elf wasn't sure. Not that it mattered anyways.\n\nWhile they spoke, his wolf would find himself pressing up against Terrel's leg, most likely to block out the cold air by using him as a sort of barrier. With the clothing he wore, it was hard for Terrel to feel cold in any given point of time. This night could have been an exception, but he didn't seem to be too bothered by it.*" }, { "author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza", "message": "Ryza grabbed the tea kettle nearing the rock surface, it was still hot, perhaps rune magic assisted it on it's heat preservation, most likely as such. Ryza took off his robe and knelt towards the wolf, giving him the robe and and a hot cup of tea.\n\n\"I like him, he's acts like a good companion.\" Ryza smiled, patting the wolf in the head and tickling it's neck, looking up against the boar-masked figure.\n\n\"I'd imagine you would dwell on forests cover at night, perhaps it would interest you to visit my abode for the night?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Yeah...\"*He'd say with a light smile, watching Ryza kneel down to give the wolf a blanket and some tea.*\"Yeah he is...\"*The wolf would lower his head under the man's pats, sniffing at his hand before allowing his to move it towards his neck. \n\nThe wolf would eye the hot tea, most likely not accustomed to drinking warm drinks, but nevertheless he would attempt to lap it up slightly just once.\n\nTerrel considered correcting the man's statement of him dwelling in the forests at night before soon realizing that he did have a point there. It was a wonder how the Pig Elf went from sleeping in a bed every night to having to sleep out in the forests almost everyday with a single decision he made. He couldn't deny it was getting colder, but to head off to the man's home, it'll take longer to reunite with his companions. Terrel supposed one night couldn't hurt for the time being especially with the cold getting to Floof.*\"I suppose I can take you up on that offer. Is the place close by?\"" }, { "author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza", "message": "\"It is close by, yes. Though we could stay here or go to somewhere else first, i dont mind.\" *He nodded slightly, while still continuing patting the wolf head.*\n\n\"I forgot to ask of this good boy's name, do he have one? Or perhaps it is a she?\" *He chuckled and turned his gaze to the moon pale light, he was very much intrigued by this shrouded figure, there's something to learn from him, but he was unsure why, even his experience cannot pierce that boar mask. This fortnight was quite peculiar for him, like his life starting to move into a new path, nudging him to find new people and experiences...*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Could your house fit a horse?\"*He'd say with a chuckle as if it were a joke. Of course by fitting a horse, it would only need enough land just for Carl to roam, but it would at least be better than leaving him in town completely alone for the night.\n\nReaching down, Terrel would pick up the young wolf, holding him in the crook of his arm as he'd reply with:*\"Yes, he's a he. His name is Floof.\"*The wolf's tongue would stick out slightly in a mild pant, now finally able to rest in the man's arms rather than their own feet. Whatever training he had been doing earlier must have clearly exhausted him.*" }, { "author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza", "message": "\"Yeah, i do have a stable for a horse, though my own steed are currently not on said stable, i can lend that if you need it.\" *He replied, fetching his belonging to a large bag, and snatching his shrouded glaive and taking back his robe from the ground.\n\n\"Well i guess it's time to pick up the pace eh? Floof seems tired.\" He chuckled, putting his robe over his head and used his glaive as a walking stave with the bag slinging in his shoulder and his back." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Ryza picking up his stuff to begin their departure, Terrel would tilt his head back in the direction of town.*\"My steed isn't too far from here. I can go and grab him real quick while you wait here if you prefer to do that.\"*He'd suggest to make it easier for Ryza to not have to waste a trip. It seemed they were pretty fortunate to have an empty stall available.*\n\n\"I'll return in a bit.\"*He'd say, turning around with a sweep of his red cloak. Floof had seemed to be quickly dozing off for the time being, his eyes opening and closing as he tried to fight the lulls of sleep.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "```fix\nAn ordinary winter day in Salvainia \n```\nIt is mid afternoon.\n\nThe winter is mild, but still quite cold. Sirdan had a break from one of the regular training sparring session during the morning. He still feel quite heated, but the cold was starting to sap away his body heat. So he went to the kitchen, and made a batch of tea - imported all the way from Runra, a newly acquired taste of his. He brought it to the front desk and offered a cup for the receptionist, and sat down in the lounge, mixing another cup for himself - plentifully sugared, but without any milk - for some reason the milkman was late today... This is not good. \n\nHe turned around to the door, looking for any newcomer as he sipped on his tea." }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*Celeana had no problems finding this place once again. It was the same place she had met the trainer Oda for a trial. She had decided that she didn't need anymore training but after he run in with a psychopath, well it changed her mind. Walking up to the front desk with a piece of paper within her left hand. It was a voucher for another free training session, maybe she'd get the same trainer as last time.* \"Excuse me, I'm here for the self-defense training session. I hope I'm not too late.\" *She said to the receptionist. Celeana didn't pay any mind to the other individual because he looked like student to her. The cup of hot tea caught her eye however.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan sipped on the cup of hot tea, and looked at the newcomer curiously. He looked quite well built, and is dressed in an aketon - clearly too lazy to swap into proper clothing after training. His ears are not covered, revealing him to be an elf. But there's no easy way to tell the elves from eachother.* \n\n*The receptionist looked at the newcomer and at the voucher.* \n\n\"We got one hosted by Sirdan after lunch in thirty minutes - he's over there.\" *He pointed at the elf at the side.* \n\n*Sirdan perked up at the mention of his name.*" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*Celeana turned her head to the sitting male before looking back at the receptionist. It was hard for her to hide the look of disappointment and confusion upon her face. Raising her left hand at pointing Sirdan.* \"This guy is an instructor? What happened to Oda though?\" *Clearly she had her hopes up, meeting new people was a lot of work. Celeana didn't even wait for the the excuse, instead she walked towards the practice field. Unfortunately, she didn't have enough coin to purchase anything warm. Her index fingers crossed over her middle flingers, hoping they wouldn't be out in the cold.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan's eyes widened at the rude woman pointing her finger at him. That was the rudest introduction he's ever seen. And the sassiest girl ever. He stood up and finished his cup of tea, and then took the teapot back to the kitchen, passing by Celeana as he took the tea back.* \n\n*Then he arrived back at the training field, finding the other elf there exposed to the cold.* \n\n\"That was very rude of you.\" *Sirdan said as he approached from behind, circling to her front.*" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*She had both of her hands rubbing viciously at her arms, trying her best to stay warm in these cold temperatures. She didn't have time to get lectured by some pretty boy either.* \"For an instructor, you let words get to you?\" *She let out a sarcastic laugh, Seems like they allow just anyone to train these days.* \"What can you teach me, *Instructor*? *Maybe if he didn't want to deal with her, they'd send a real fighter out. At her side she had a couple of daggers, seven to be exact and each identical. Self-defense training was on her mind so she left the bow in a secure place.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Hey, you started it.\" *The man in front of her sized her up - The problem is, with how people are nowaday, one could never tell if this girl would demolish him or he would. He got a feeling it is likely to be the latter... Because this level of sass come from someone who don't know well about the depressing truth of this world.* \n\n\"I'm an all around fighter, from the Tiai Khanate - I can teach about wearing horsemanship, archery, melee combat - I prefer to fight with a sword and board in general. If you want the fact about what I can teach you.\"\n\n\"It is still lunch break, forty minutes before it ends in fact. And I am hungry.\"" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "\"What do you mean forty minutes left.\" *She was freezing out here. She could've sworn she came at the proposed time on the voucher. Why would they send people during the lunch period. A sigh passed through her lips, Looks like she'd have to wait a little longer then.* \"Fine.\" *Was all she said before she turned around and walked towards the receptionist desk. Once inside she located the chair Sirdan used when she first entered. Celeana made the executive decision that it was now her chair, as she sat down upon it and crossed her left leg over the right.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"You not getting some food?\" *Sirdan asked as the recruit turned and walked away, and he stood there in the openi, rubbing his cheek as he wondered whether to follow this... Sassy girl.* \n\n\"Well, you do whatever, I'll be at the canteen.\" \n\n*The chair Sirdan sat on was still quite warm, but the warmth would be quickly sapped away - the venue is insulated, but not very well-heated. The receptionist is in winter jacket.*" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*Once again she started rubbing at her arms. Why was this place so cold, do they not make enough coin to keep this place warm at least? Gazing around the room and noticed there wasn't even a fireplace. At this point she even started rubbing her legs. She wouldn't have minded a bite to eat but she didn't have any coin to pay for a meal. They were already offering free lessons, it wouldn't look good to steal from them as well.*\n*She got up 30-ish minutes later, there wasn't a way to really tell time so just just assumed. In a jog, she made her way back to the training field. The jog was simply to warm herself up some but the cold wasn't helping her attitude.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan went off to the canteen to grab some food, opting for a light, easily digestible meal of biscuits and a light amount of meat - since he expect to be exerting himself a lot this afternoon. He got himself some extra tea, and went back to the training field.* \n\n*The same clueless, rude as hell sassy elven girl stood there, rubbing her arms and clearly... Freezing.* \n\n\"You didn't show up at the canteen. Are you freezing over here? Lunch break's about over and..\" *He paused, wondering if the elf in front of him is in fact, broke. He wondered how to best put it..*,\"I'll treat you to a stew before we start training, if you want.\"" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "\"If you insist.\" *Was all she said as she made her way to the canteen, clearly not knowing where she was going. She had walked into a small room, the bathrooms, a storage closet, turn the wrong direction down a hallway. It was obvious that her frustration was now getting the best of her.* \"Aren't you supposed to lead the way, Oh Instructor?\" *Now shutting the door to what seemed to be a equipment storage room with wooden swords and arrows. Pressing her back against the door with her arms crossed in front of her. Gazing up at him as she waited to figure out where to go.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan's mouth opened agape, and he stopped one moment before he uttered,\"What the fuck\" At her, and he led her to the canteen herself,*\"....You're a lively one.\" *He muttered as he led her to the canteen, where the crowd is already thinning out. There was a menu of food available - mostly local fare with rice and stew*,\"Training's starting soon and you are the only one here, so we can take a longer lunch break - any food in particular you like? Perhaps stewed rissoto with beef belly?\"\n\n\"And hot tea?\"" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "\"I'll give it a try, sounds warm enough at least.\" *She found a nearby table to sit at, her elbows finding their way onto the wooden surface. Placing her face into both palms as she signed. The feeling of anxiety, of being on edge has lasted for a few days now. Ever since she encountered 'Him' in the alleyway. She wasn't entirely sure what she wanted to use this training for. Revenge, protection? If they ever crossed paths again she needed to be ready.* \"Thanks I guess.\" *It was a reluctant thank you, but it was something right? In an attempt to keep her mind off Shen, she thought about the foods she like.* \"I like apples too.\" *Mainly because they're juicy and easy to steal, she thought to herself.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"I will buy you some\" *Sirdan mentioned as he walked over to the counter, wondering if he is once again, acting kind because the other person is attractive. What does this speak of him?*\n\n*He ordered a risotto with beef belly, stewed in a creamy sauce with the beef belly lightly flavoured with black pepper, dry brined with salt for penetrating savoriness, and softened in a onion based broth. The belly were cut into bite sized pieces, and the portion rather large*\n\n*He also got her two apples, and put it down on a tray, alongside a fresh cup of tea. The food were served with a spoon and fork. Metallic.*\n\n\"Here you go. I don't recognize your face, you new here?\"" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*Celeana lifted her head from her palms at the sound of food, her eyes lighting up. Even the spoon was a little fancy, she ever only ate with a wooden spoon before. She had already shoveled her mouth full of food when he asked the question. Looking up from her bowl before nodding, pausing, then shrugging. She wasn't 'new', she had to have been in the city for a couple of months now. She couldn't tell if the food was this delicious or she was that hungry. A part of her wished she could've slowed down to savour the first warm meal she has had in a long time.*\n\n*Once she finished her bowl she moved it to the side. The feeling of being full felt strange to her, it felt cumbersome. On top of feeling sluggish she felt rather exhausted now. She wish she could sleep but recently when she closed her eyes she heard knocking. A male voice always followed after, always saying the same thing. *'Celeana'* She didn't remember much else from that night. She couldn't even remember how some the hair on the left had gone missing either.* \n\n\"My name is Celeana Ashwood, I don't remember if I had introduced myself. Thank you for the meal.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The elf sat down in front of her as she finished the food, pouring tea from the teapot into his cup, and turned around to wave and chat with passerbys, finding it too awkward to stare at her while she intensively focused on consuming the food. The food was indeed delicious, but hunger has a way of making everything even more savory.* \n\n*He looked at the elf, whose attitude seems to have calmed down a lot after the warm meal.* \n\n\"Sirdan - I've lost my last name. It's nice to meet you.\" \n\n*He offered his hand to her.* \n\n\"You look exhausted, do you wish to continue on with the lesson in a bit?\"" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*She placed her hand on top of his. How does someone even lose their last name, she wondered. Was he just not born with it or-. She supposed it wasn't her problem to deal with.*\n\n\"I think I'm fine to continue.\" \n\n*She wanted to get this over with before night fall, she didn't feel comfortable being alone at night anymore. Standing up from her chair and pushing it back underneath the table. Once again she tried to make her way back to the field and went the total wrong direction. It was a damn maze here. After opening the wrong door for a third time now.* \n\n\"No, it's okay. I'll figure it out myself.\" \n\n*She said in a condescending tone. As he was probably laughing at how lost she was.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan stood up and took the tray of food back, and then returned to follow her to the field.* \n\n*His attempt to guide her was outdone by the speed at which she got lost multiple time.* \n\n\"...Field's that way. Want me to take you on a tour through the place first?\" \n\n*Rather than laughing, Sirdan seems exasperated.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "\"Oh don't worry, I think I figured out the place by now\" \n\n*She rolled her eyes, though he wouldn't have seen it. She almost forgot how cold it was outside as she walked onto the field as a gust of cold air whipped through her. Her goal today was to learn how to defend herself without any weapons, and to possibly escape restrains without a tool as well.* \n\n\"Do you know how to take someone down who is stronger than you, or do you know how to escape being tied without any tools?\" \n\n*Her hands found her arms once more as she tried her best to retain any warmth she had.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"...Alright.\" \n\n*Sirdan said, rolling their eyes and looking at her. Then he looked at the other elf, thinking on her question.*\n\n\"To take down someone stronger than you... If they are truly stronger and more than a match in skills, then there isn't much way to do it. We live in an unfair world. One in which you can thrust a sword through a peasant and kill them, and a skilled, rare warrior would take one as if it is a surface wound.\" \n\n\"As for being tied without any tools... I'm not much of a rogue, I imagine if you are strong enough, you could just break out the rope.\" \n\n*He scratched his head at how useless he sounded.* \n\n\"I don't believe in taking down someone stronger than you through skills alone - you must acquire supernatural strength and brawn. Know where to land your weapons, and back it up with the strength of titan and flesh of a steel. It is the way you survive in this world. Or bring friends, a lot of friends.\" \n\n\"I can help you with acquiring those strength and skills - but it will take a while. And I know that when one is under duress - fighting for their life... Or perhaps in middle of combat, taking down others or sapping their life, one grow even quicker.\" \n\n\"So, how about a bit of training, and I'll see if I can hook you up with one of the easier tasks we have here?\"" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*Celeana couldn't help the frown that formed across her lips. The point of her coming here was to learn something that would help her get out of the situation she had before, if it were to happen again. The frown grew larger when he mentioned friends as well, something she also didn't have. The Canifor was rather insistent that Celeana should stay away, wanting nothing to do with the Thief.*\n \n\"I guess. Can anyone really break rope with strength alone though?\"\n\n*The thought of someone ripping rope with their bare hands sounded so unlikely in Celeana's mind. Maybe if it was yarn or a thread of sorts. But braided rope was an entirely different story.*\n*Celeana reached for her daggers, assuming that this instructor want a demonstration much like the last one. Scanning for an opening, something to throw her blades at. She wanted to impress the instructor, she wouldn't allow herself to have another terrible experience like the last time she was here.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The elf rubbed his chin.* \n\n\"I haven't really experimented too much with that. I suppose it'd be much easier if say, you were a canifor or some sort with claws, but then they'd just put you in chains. Plenty around the city.\" \n\n*The instructor quickly backed off instinctively as Celeana reached for her daggers, his hand almost instantly reaching out for the sword on his side.* \n\n\"...Slow down there, don't reach for your weapon without a word, Ms.Celeana. Anyway. You seems to be here for a... Purpose, what is the purpose you seek this self-defense lesson for?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*She gritted her teeth, She didn't really want to talk about what had happened. If anything, self-defense should be more than enough of an answer to his question. She wouldn't be asking if something didn't already happen or something was going to happen.* \n\n\"If I wanted someone else to solve my problems, I wouldn't come to a place where I can learn to solve my own problems. If you don't have anything to teach me then just tell me already.\" \n\n*To make the situation worse she was cold again, so this chatting in the cold wasn't entirely fun for her. If he wanted to talk they could've done it back at the canteen.* \n\n\"The purpose for my self-defense lesson is complicated. I don't think you would get it even if I tried, but since you fed me I'll give you a chance. It's to defending... Myself..\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*It seems there's no point in pressing further. Indeed, now Sirdan's doubting why he chose to ask the question in the first place.* \n\n\"I apologize. Let's start with the basics then. What kind of weapons you fight with? And would you like some live practice? I work the best when it comes to techniques for fighting, in the combat itself. Personally, I am best at fighting with a sword and board, but I can make do with other weapons too.\"\n\n\"Go on and pick one of those training weapons - we don't train with live sharpened steel for the most part.\" *Sirdan pointed at some weapons sitting on a rack in the corner - with a variable association of blunted polearms, swords, mace, and daggers, weighed with steel.*" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "\"I'm still learning how to use the Kusarigama. I'm pretty decent with daggers though. Unless someone is armored then I'd rather not.\" \n\n*Celeana sighed and placed her own sharpened daggers into their holsters before walking over to the assortment of weapons. She picked up a sword in one hand and a dagger in the other. She had no clue how to use the sword however so she held that in her right hand. It was rather obvious by her stance that she was left hand dominant.* \n\n\"I guess I'm ready when you are?\" *Not exactly sure if she should just start swinging at Sirdan much like she did at Oda in her last lesson*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Ku... Kusar... Kusareekarma. Alright. That is...\" *He looked at her for any sign of this Kusaree karma. If he found none, he'd be confused, if he did, he'd feel hopeless instructing her how to use a chain weapon - he is more of the brute force type.* \n\n*Sirdan walked over to grab his own training weapon, a singular training longsword - which he held in one hand, and a kite shield - one of his favorite. Sirdan's own tower shield were located in the corner, painted red and white.* \n\n\"You fight light and with nimbleness. I fight with strength and endurance. Let's see if we can work on that. Use your dagger to control my sword, don't let me land a strike on you, and hit me with your sword in my throat.\" \n\n*Sirdan readied his sword, carefully focusing on her.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*Celeana began to run at the instructor with her dagger pointed directly at his chest. Every intention was to charge directly at him. However she stopped half way between where she started and spun around, throwing the dagger at him instead of getting close* \n```HP: 23/ 23\nMana: 0/ 0\nFocus: 4/4\n\nMovement: 3\nAttack 1: | 23 | 3| Dagger\nAttack 2: | 7 | 6 | Sword ```" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```fix\nGM Resolution Phase \n```\n*Sirdan was expecting an attack, and readied his sword to parry. Instead, unexpectedly the elf stopped and threw the dagger at him. It landed with a neat ding on top of his throat, deflecting to the side.* \n\n\"Ow.\" He murmured. \n\n*Sirdan attempted to ward her attack with the sword off, and it seems it was enough to make her give up an attempt to attack her with the sword.*\n\n```fix\nReaction Phase - Nothing Happen. \n```\nWith Sirdan not having made any counterattack and missed, there was technically no room for her to counterattack or dodge any attack. And so nothing happens. \n\n\"Good, you've got potential. Now, I'll attack you, try to defend yourself. You may strike first. With that sword and dagger, how about you try to strike me in the vital with a good kick, or bash my head in and stun me? Actually. Give me a moment\"\n\nHe walked over to fetch a helmet and secured it to his head. \n\n\"Safety first.\"" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*Celeana nodded at the instructor. She couldn't see any vital that she could throw another dagger at so it left her with no choice but to move in. Taking a deep breath in before dashing the remaining distance. She hoped that the daggers weren't sharp enough to deal real damage but she saw the opening near his armpit. Once she got near enough she swiped the dulled edge against the soft spot in his armor. She decided to do both of his recommendations, throwing a swift elbow towards his forehead* \n``` HP: 23 / 23\nMana: 0/ 0\nFocus: 2/4\n\nMovement:3\nAttack 1: | 10 | 8 | \nAttack 2: | 9 | 7 | ```" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```fix\nGM Phase\n```\n*Sirdan dropped his shield, leaving his one hand holding the training sword. Then he let out a roar, compromising his stance as he focused all of his effort on just striking Celeana - a deliberate move for his armor is quite a formidable obstacle.\n\nBut this is a practice fight.\n\nHe made two reckless, quick strike in a row. His stance was already offensive, and his reckless posture made his attack even deadlier and harder to parry - good thing it wasn't a real fight*\n\n```\nHP: 68 / 68\n\nDefense: 4 (+7) \nMovement: N/A\n\nAttack 1: Falchion atk 1 | 38 | 11 (13) | Reckless Attack\nAttack 2: Falchion atk 2 | 34 | 6 (13) | Reckless Attack\n```" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*She had a grin on her face as she felt her elbow slam into his helmet. She wanted to see him stagger backwards with her own two eyes. Turning to look she saw the point of his Falchions coming straight for her. Her legs moved out of reflex as she leaped to the side, away from the 'hopefully' dulled edge.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "Sadly for her, both of the attack wouldn't be fully dodged, and she would take a graze from the first one, and the second strike hit her with full force. Thanksfully, the weapon were specifically blunted and designed for training, so there was nothing more than quite a bit of pain. Sirdan's thanksfully, trained in controlling the power of his strike. \n\nThough Celeana may doubt that. \n\nSirdan returned to a neutral position, and went to fetch weapons. \n\n\"You're good with your dagger, but you should use weapons that compliment your strength and your tactics. Give me a moment.\" \n\nHe fetched a shotel and a light flail. The shotel looked like a normal scimitar, except it was even more curved than usual, designed to bypass a shield. It looked nimble and good for parrying weapons. The light flail was... Just a light, flexible shield-bypassing weapon. \n\n\"You any good with flexible weapon and this thing?\"" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*Celeana really wondered if the instructor was trying to reclaim the food he bought for her. The wind was forced from her and she lowered onto a knee. Was he trying to kill her for something? She planted the edge of her sword into the ground as she wobbled back to her feet.*\n\n*Looking up at Sirdan as he brought over a different weapon for her to try. She reached forward for the flail, grasping it loosely in her right hand.* \n\n\"Do you have a problem with me or something?\" *Commenting on the bruise she certainly would have later.* \"I've never used this before, so probably not.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan was most certainly trying to hold back, but sadly due to various reason, there was only so much he could do for safety - he just is that strong.* \n\n\"Hmm... In that case, you know about Kusareegama right? I have no idea what it is, do you happens to have one?\" \n\n\"I don't have a problem with you. I've controlled the strike as much as I can, but it will still hurt.\" *He pointed at the shotel*\"How about this?\"" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "\"They're sharp you know.\" *She said as she walked over and grabbed a pair of hand scythes with sturdy chains attached to them . She wrapped the ends of the chains around her wrists while her hands grasped onto the handles.*\n\n*Lowering herself slightly, bending at the knees as she watched his movements. Thankfully with these shouldn't have to get nearly as close to land attacks. She didn't intend to give back the Risotto or the tea.* \n\n*This stance would be perfect for leaping backwards if someone approached, throwing the scythe for them to run into if he chose to brute force his way through.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan looked at the kusarigama. He's tested the strength of Celeana here, but there was truth in her saying - those weapons were indeed, lethal and sharp. As tough as he is, it is a violation of policy to use actual sharpened weapons in training.* \n\n\"....Hmmm... It would be a policy violation to let people use sharpened weapon, even if I am sure I can take on these. I can ask around for a normal replica.\" \n\n\"...I shall fetch you it. Are you hungry? You can have some snacks, it's gonna take some finessing for me to grab a replica for a weapon as rare as this. Or I'll just go beg a mage. That'll take me a while.\"" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*She wasn't entirely sure if he was trying to trick her into lowering her guard or not. Eventually she released the scythes and allowed them to dangle at her side. Why would he ask if she had her weapons if she couldn't even use them. She returned the sharpened weapons to the ground next to a small sack that she brought with as well, as payment if needed.*\n\n\"I don't think I should eat during training, sounds like a good way to throw up.\" \n\n*She turned around and waited near the inside of the facility, no intent on going out in the cold longer than she needed to.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan returned ten minutes later with a mage in tow, in a heavy fur jacket and trapper's hat. He conjured a kusarigama that was made to resemble Celeana's, but is less lethal and blunt.* \n\n*He handed over the weapon to Celeana* \n\n\"Alright. With that weapon of yours, it should be pretty good at bypassing my shield and crippling me.\" \n\nHe took up his shield. \n\n\"Comon, take a swing at me, try to cripple me and bypass my shield.\" \n\n```\nDefensive Roll: Set to 10 for Training Purpose\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*She gave the instructor a grin, pulling the chain hard until he was beside her once more. With two flicks of the wrist the ball began spinning once more, threatening to fly at him once more. Occasionally she jerked her body forward as if she was going to attack, seeing how susceptible he was to flinching.* \n\"You might be the exhausted one if you keep falling\" *Her hand grasped the end of the chain that was spinning. She now had enough chain to launch an attack from the other side. Celeana extended her left hand and sent the scythe blade straight towards his face. The instructor needed to be careful, if they chose to duck she would grab the chain and yank it down and back, hoping to clip him on the return trip*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*He focused on her - knowing that he has in fact, signed up for a beating without his favorite defense (That of a shield). The truth is - he just realized that would be problematic, for without a shield he is just there to receive a beating that will be deflected by his armor.* \n\n\"I did sign up for this.\" *He said, raising his chin instead and using the visor to block the scythe blade, making a loud \"Ding\" As it hit the metal and deflected off it. He raised his arms, resorting to use his bare arms to deflect her attack and grab her weapon.* \n\n\"Let's have a few more rounds.\"" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*Pulling hard on the chain when he grabbed the scythe handle. She had theories on how to handle these situations and now would be the best chance to practice. Wrapping the chain around her arm so she would be less likely to be the one to lose her grip in this tug-of-war. Taking a huge step backwards while pulling the chain, trying to convince the instructor that a step forward would be correct. Reaching behind her back she grabbed another dagger and held it firmly within her left hand. This provoked two situations, get in close and potentially get stabbed by the dagger or to release her weapon and give back her ranged advantage.* \"As you wish, *Instructor*.\" *She said in a more challenging tone, as if she could easily beat him already.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan grabbed the chain, holding it still as he looked at her pulling out the dagger. He is quite sure those were real, sharpened, non-training dagger, and knowing Celeana from the brief minutes he's spent with her, he is unsure if he will try to stab him with it.* \n\n*He took a deep breath, grabbing the chain tightly with his superior strength, controlling the range temporarily,*\"Alright - How about this. We'll start a real fight again. I am tired of being beaten down.\"" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*Tugging at the chain once more as she looked towards the ground. She was waiting for the right moment, there would be a time where the instructor stepped forward. Sometimes Celeana would jab forward with her dagger, mostly to keep him guessing on when to enter melee range. From the grin that was etched upon her lips it was obvious she was having some sort of fun with all this. Not the innocent kind of fun either, a more twisted sense of fun as if sparring was a way to relief some of her stress. It was now that she yanked the chair will all her might while sending her heel forward. She was planning to strike where his leg would be if he took a step forward. She wanted to push the leg back hard enough to force an incomplete step and fall onto his knee or his side. If he didn't fall for it, she would find herself within melee range of the instructor.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan really, really didn't like this. The fact he is not allowed to retaliate seems to have triggered something in Celeana. Maybe he should teach her a lesson.*\n\n*Go with the motion. He remembered.* \n\n*He stepped forward aggressively into Celeana's motion, hoping to overwhelm him with the speed of closing it, and then... Sent his fist flying toward her guts.* \n\n\"Fight!\" *He yelled!*\n\n```fix\nHP: 68 / 68 \nDefense: 17 (Instead of 20 because he is not using his shield) \nFocus: He don't need that\n\nAttack 1: 22 / 6\nAttack 2: He don't need that \n```" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*Celeana had to think quick as she saw the first moving straight for her stomach again. Closing her eyes and bracing for impact as she felt the remaining wind get knocked from her stomach. Quickly she wrapped some of the chain around his arm, forcing him to keep his arm outstretched just long enough for her to make her move. The instructor could thank her later for remembering that her dagger was sharp enough to cut muscle it she was precise enough. Dropping the dagger and picking up the chain ball at the end of her weapon and slamming it into his kneecap, She was best at range anyways so that should slow him down for a bit. She also slammed the ball into his stomach as well before she took a step back*" }, { "author": "emberflare", "message": "``` HP: 17 / 23\nMana: 0/ 0\nFocus: 3/4\n\nMovement: Back 1 tile\nAttack 1: /24 /8 / Crippled \nAttack 2: / 19 / 9/ ```" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```fix\nReaction Phase\n```\n*Sirdan refrains from using any of the move to block her attack. He really think he don't need that. Well, he is handicapping himself. It would be too unfair of a beatdown*\n\n*But with him disabled, it would be quite difficult for him to hit her.* \n\n\"Not bad.\" \n\n*Celeana however, could react and try to dodge the punch Sirdan sent toward her earlier.*\n\n```\nHP: 51/ 68 \nDefense: 17 (Instead of 20 because he is not using his shield) \nFocus: He don't need that\n\nAttack 1: 22 / 6\nAttack 2: He don't need that \n```\n\n```fix\nAction Phase - Round 2\n```" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*With a quick flick of her wrist the ball began spinning once more, just to be launched at the instructors ankle. She gave another strong pull but her hands were sweaty and couldn't maintain a good grip on the chain. Giving up on that idea to wipe her hand off on her shirt before grabbing another dagger from behind and sending it directly at the instructor*" }, { "author": "emberflare", "message": "``` HP: 17 / 23\nMana: 0/ 0\nFocus: 2/4\n\nMovement: Back 1 tile\nAttack 1: /14 / Missed/ Trip used\nAttack 2: / 14 / Missed / ```" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan however, is sadly out of range, and still recoiling from the pain of the \"Non-Lethal\" Strike made by her Kusarigama. \n\nWith neither side hitting, neither side have any opportunity to retaliate ...Or dodge an attack that never hit. And so the next round of the combat continues, with Celeana on the offensive again*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```HP: 51/ 68 \nDefense: 17 (Instead of 20 because he is not using his shield) \nFocus: He don't need that\n\n```\n\n```fix\nAction Phase - Part 3\n```" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*Celeana gave the instructor a wink before turning her back to him. She long since learned that the heavier the armor, the more constricted the movement. She probably did something that angered the instructor cause he looked like he wanted to knock some sense into her. She ran towards the training equipment where she grabbed one of the bows and training arrows left out. Grabbing both weapons before making her way to the other end of the training field. In a single fluid motion she nocked a dull tipped arrow and pointed it at the instructor*" }, { "author": "emberflare", "message": "``` HP: 17 / 23\nMana: 0/ 0\nFocus: 2/4\n\nMovement: Back 12 Tiles (Dash) \nSwapped Kusarigama for Short Bow ```" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "Sirdan seems very, very unpleased by Aelin's action. He too, have learnt about archery and is good at it - being a steppe elf himself. \n\nHe dashed to the other end of the training corner. Sadly, he is indeed much slower than Celeana - so it will take a turn for him to reach it. \n\n\"I'm a steppe elf, you know!\" \n\nThere isn't much of a point in acting offensively now, so he decided to play safe and protect his own weak point.\n\n```\nHP: 51 / 68 \nDefense: 21\nFocus: He don't need that\nMovement: Dash + Move 8 tiles to the other end\n\n```" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*She placed the shaft of an arrow into her mouth as she pulled back upon the bow string, Closing her eyes and focusing more on her breathing than aiming. She always struggled with bows and arrows in the cold, her arms shook uncontrollably from the frigid temps. Just as she released her first arrow a shiver ran up her spine and the arrow shot past Sirdan's face. Even from a distance she looked rather unpleased with herself. Grabbing the arrow from between her teeth and nocking that one as well as she repeated the same process. First her eyes closed and she worried only about breathing. She was taught to only release the moment you exhale, as holding your breath would stop any unnecessary swaying. Opening her eyes at last and releasing the taut bow string. It felt like her luck that the northern wind drifted the arrow far left of her intended target. Sighing softly she raised the bow high into the air followed by her free hand, signaling that she conceded the sparring match. She was feeling rather exhausted and pretty sure the instructor wanted to let his fists do the talking*" }, { "author": "emberflare", "message": "``` HP: 17 / 23\nMana: 0/0\nFocus: 0/4\n\nMovement:0\nAttack 1: /Precise Shot / Missed / \nAttack 2: / precise Shot / Missed / ```" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan was just about to reach the bow, when two arrows whizzed part completely wild off the mark.* \n\n*He grabbed the bow regardless, and then turned around, looking at her, preparing to shoot her back.* \n\n\"You concede. I'll shoot you twice for your attempted cruelty first.\" \n\n*That being said, Sirdan just picked up the bow and haven't started shooting yet. Being in heavy armor does slow him down.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```\nHP: 51 / 68 \nDefense: 23\nFocus: Handicapped\nMovement: Moved to the bow\n\nAttack 0: Sirdan picked up the bow \nAttack 1: Nothing.\n```" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "\"Hey now, I thought you were an instructor. I was only sparring with you. If I had coin I would repay you for your me-\" *She began running in the other direction, there was no way in hell she was going to eat an arrow from a cruel instructor. To begin with he hasn't even taught her the skills she asked for to begin with. She knew how to run from a person with a bow, she didn't know how to escape being bound. It was a race against the clock for her, if she could make it inside the building she would be safe. The only question was, could she make it before he shot.*" }, { "author": "emberflare", "message": "``` HP: 17 / 23\nMana: 0/0\nFocus: 0/4\n\nMovement:12 Dash ```" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Surprised, and outskilled (in fleeing). Sirdan decided to put down the bow and yelled at her.* \n\n\"Alright! Fine! I am not shooting you. How about this. Let's end this and start some unarmed combat sparring instead - not actual punching this time - I am just gonna aim to bring you up to speed.\" \n\n*If she accepted the offer, he would put down the weapons and put on a pair of sparring gloves, and started teaching Celeana what he knew about unarmed combat. Of course, it wouldn't quite match what Zed has in terms of skill (Not that he know about him), but it would be a path to Celeana getting just a bit stronger...*" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "\"Put the bow down first and kick it to the side!\" *She yelled back, clearly not in most advantageous spot for bargaining. She reached the door leading into the facility just incase he decided to double back on his word. Admittedly she did lose herself during the spar. Not enough to intentionally wound him but she wouldn't have minded giving him a few bruises. She could count on his knee being sore but everything else she did seemed to fall short of her desired outcomes.* \"If you shoot me you're an asshole!\" *She yelled again. From her side a person had just walked past her and was giving her the most judgmental look. It was enough to make her leave the entrance and take her chances with Sirdan.* \"You asked to spar, not me.\" *She said once she was close enough to where she didn't need to yell for everyone to hear.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan put the bow back down on the rack - instead of kicking it to the side, because he is a defiant little child just like Celeana. He laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation, and then approached her again.* \n\n\"...Yeah, alright. No harm's done. I guess both of us were really mad at eachother, eh?\" \n\n\"So, how about some proper sparring this time - or shall we work on something else?\"" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "\"So you do admit you were getting angry at little me.\" *She teased, She wasn't very angry at the instructor just wanted to prove that she wasn't weak like everyone made her out to be.* \"Why would I be mad at you, you didn't really do anything.\" *She paused for a moment before remembering something.* \"Other than almost break my ribs.\" *She finished before standing between Sirdan and the multiple bows behind her. For someone who just said she wasn't angry, she definitely wouldn't allow him to pick up a bow without another fight. Call it female intuition if you will.* \"I just need to find a way to escape being grappled or bound was all, I didn't need a hot head instructor trying to beat me senseless.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan thought on it a bit, putting his hands on his waist and letting out an angry pfft,*\"Yes, yes, I am angry at little me. Believe me or not, but I am used to most people being quite deferential. Nothing like you.\" *He let out an exasperated sigh., laughing as she mentioned her almost broken ribs.* \n\n\"Well, I cannot help you much with being bound - not much of a rogue or a kidnapper myself - or rather, no practice. I can help you with grapple, if you don't find it awkward.\" \n\n*He closed his eyes and thought for a bit,*\"There are female instructors around I can refer you to.\"" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "\"I didn't really think about that until you mentioned it.\" *She too placed her hands on her hips as she leaned forward. She didn't hide the fact that she was inspecting him once more, as if obtaining new information on the man standing before her.* \"I don't think training with a female instructor would suit me for real situations.\" *With that she stood upright once more, as if she was finished assessing him.* \"I think I can stand my own against you, pervert. What are the basics to grappling?\" *Leaning down to pick up a pair of freezing gloves as she placed her hands into the fur-lined openings. Once her fingers filled the padded sparing gloves she extended both hands towards the instructor as tightening the straps required an additional person's help*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*He eyed her back curiously, wondering what Celeana was doing as she examined him - not used to this kind of... Scrutiny from anyone whatsoever,*\"We have plenty of very strong female instructor. Don't worry. And what the fuck did you just call me?\" \n\n*Sirdan almost missed the part where he was called a pervert. Now that, that was a grave offense. And for a moment a burning hatred flared up in his eyes, as if he was about to re-initiate the mortal combat that almost started earlier.* \n\n*It took a minute for him to calm down, and he tightened the straps afterward.* \n\n\"All about the locks, grab and sheer power - which I do have quite an advantage in. Want to try?\" *Sirdan was not an extremely practiced grappler - but what he has on his side is an iron grip, one that rivals some of the strongest in Ramul Ta.*" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*Bingo, she thought to herself. The people who were the least likely to do questionable things were the ones who hated that insult the most. It was as much reassuring she needed to continue this grapple session with him.* \"Oh calm down, I'm teasing.\" *Walking over to Sirdan before turning around before him. She pressed her back against his armor to simulate an attack from behind. Standing this close to him made her realize how much taller he was compared to her. She supposed the height difference would be a good thing, not many attackers would be the same height as her anyways.* \"Say someone attacks from behind, what would you suggest?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The taller elf really looked like he had it with Celeana, and now there's a constant sense of annoyance on him. Still, it took him another minute to calm down before he moved his arms.* \n\n*He used what little knowledge he had, simulating a neck lock or an attempt to do so.* \n\n\"Once someone got you pinned to the ground, wriggling your way out of it is quite difficult - specially if you are physically weaker. I would suggest that the best defence - a kick to the groin and an attempt to wriggle your head out of the way.\" \n\n\"...Like this.\" *He would move his arm in an attempt to neck lock her, and gently pull her toward him,*\"If I was an attacker, I'd try to grab you and pull you over by superior strength, and lock you by your neck.\"" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*She tilted her head back slightly to allow his arm to find it's way across her throat.* \"Say they make it this far, what are my options now?\" *She doubted he wanted her to actually hit him. The thought of just losing from this position didn't sit right with her either. There had to be a way to come back even from this spot. Her left hand reached up and held onto his arm, She did this just in case he decided to apply strength to her neck. She trusted the instruct enough to not give an actual demonstration on how a grapple works.* \"And yes, I get it. I'm physically weaker than men. I've heard it before. Let's focus on the elements I could control.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan thought a bit on the prospects,*\"If they've made it this far, your arms can still try to grab me by the forearms and pull me off, while struggling away.\" *He thought a bit,*\"But if you are armed, the prospects of course, improve much better - you could say, use one of your daggers, pull it out, and thrust it into the gap of my armor - I hope you don't end up kidnapped by someone in plate, but a knife can considerably complicate a scheme to grapple you.\"\n\n*He shook his head, offended by the part implying women are weaker than men,*\"I've seen plenty of women stronger than I am - especially when I was a weakling myself. Don't say anything like that.\"" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "\"Well I don't think you'd like it if I stabbed you with something right now. I also don't think I would remain conscious for much longer if I did anyways.\" *She thought back on the crazed thief she ran into a few weeks prior.* \"Hmm, No plate. Just common garbs.\" *She supposed Zed had something underneath the plain clothing he wore that day but it wasn't plate regardless of what he wore. Her hand tugged down upon Sirdan's arm as she took a step forward. Reaching the bow rack as she picked up a training arrow and began spinning it with a single hand. Normally she would be able to spin the arrow faster without gloves, The speed in which it spun was impressive as is.* \"Anything else?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Yeah. That wouldn't be good for both of us.\" *He thought about something else,*\"Well, do you know about the vitals? This place, the solar plexus, the gap, here... Where you can find the gap in armor. If you wanted, you can try to thrust a narrow dagger into the gap between the groin-plate - quite nasty result..\" \n\n*He would show her the weak point in plate armor.* \n\n\"Hmmm... I am not coming up with anything else I can teach you quickly - all I can say is just more regular sparring - and perhaps some real combat experience.\"\n\n\"Is there anything else you want help with?\"" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "*She shook her head, maybe she would come back for more sparring. She wouldn't make an appointment of course, not risking Sirdan to plan out some revenge exercises.* \"That would be it, thank you for the food and the free target practice.\" *Intentionally not calling it a lesson. She had fun teasing Sirdan and calling him a training dummy seemed like a good way to get a reaction out of him. She walked over to where Sirdan had stood earlier and picked up the training knives and the live ones as well. Finding the holder behind her back as she slid the daggers into their corresponding loop as she made her way back to Sirdan. Although she was returning the dulled daggers and the training gloves, it felt like she treating him like a servant boy instead of an inspirational teacher.* \"Maybe the next time I come back you'll show me some new tricks, yeah?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan nodded and picked up his shield, looking around for some other thing. The encounter was... Quite interesting, but he can't help but feel his skills was quite inadequate for what she was looking for.* \n\n\"Perhaps, I'll be going out for an expedition myself soon - hopefully. Maybe I'll have something eles to tell you, or maybe I'll keep being boring old me.\" \n\n*He rubbed his chin for a moment.* \n\n\"If you want to catch up out of work time, come over to Hu Lang's restaurant at the street a few blocks away from ours - I work there and the owner is my partner. I'll offer a Runran meal on the house.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "\"Do instructors actually leave this place? I thought you all lived here.\" \n\nShe mused, Her left hand lowering to her stomach as it was still rather sore from the punch she took from earlier. She couldn't say she was feeling very hungry right now, if anything she wanted to find some corner to sleep in seeing how she didn't have a place to call him.\n\n \"Thanks for the kind offer, but I should be getting home. I have.. A cat.. To feed..\" \n\nShe stole a glance at Sirdan's face, hoping her lie was convincing enough." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Of course. Most of us instructors are higher ranked member, many of us have our own house in the city\"\n\n\"There is an apartment of some sort for the members that are more poor - affording a house isn't easy and many of our common members make a living doing double duty as law enforcement.\"\n\n*He pointed at a large apartment complex and some compounds above*\n\n*Sirdan seems very unaware of the plight of the person before him*" }, { "author": "Celeana Ashwood", "message": "\"I get it, you all have cozy lives. Am I free to leave or is there something you need from me?\" \n\n*She let out a yawn, she was exhausted from training for so long and could go and sleep for a day straight. She wished she had a backpack for all the weapons she owned but instead she held the hand scythe in her left hand as always.*\n\n\"How come you don't make enough to just be an instructor? Why work at a restaurant on the side?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"You're free to leave.\" *He nodded.*\n\n*He thought about the proper answer to her question.* \n\n\"I work at it as a hobby - mostly on the weekend. My partner own the restaurant and earns plenty - as for me, I mostly do mercenary work and a bit of instructions when there's nobody that needs their heads bashed in - which is most of the time.\" \n\n\"But a warrior have needs beyond fighting everyday.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*A resent uprising in bandit activity has gotten the attention of the local authorities, but their hands are a little tied. So they decided to send someone to request the aid of adventurers to deal with this problem instead. This someone has found two adventurers willing to take on this quest. Whether for the good or for money didn't matter as this was a problem that need to be solved before it could grow anymore. Terrel and Artoria were the best adventurers they could find on such short notice. They were given the information on where the camp was and to report back in with their captain for their reward.*\n\n*Additionally. Capturing the bandit leader alive would yield in an extra bit of reward. The two would set off immediately towards this camp. The two would soon meet each other on the way there.*\n\n*It is dusk right now and the smoke of the fire pinpointed the general direction of the camp and the two would soon come close to the camp. They would be able to see the bandit camp behind the trees*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would make his way past the trees, a crossbow in his hands as he'd make work on loading it up to be ready for later. Their task seemed relatively simple, just taking down a group of bandits and, seeing the camp up ahead, he would try to make note of just how many there were.\n\nThey were tasked with capturing the leader alive, though what happened to the other bandits, Terrel could assume they could kill them off without much reason of keeping them alive.*\"It would probably be best for one of us to circle around in the event of them trying to run once they realize we're here...\"*He'd utter in a low tone towards Artoria, having already had to deal with a loss of reward in the last bunch fleeing the scene. If they tried to fight whoever, at least they'd be caught between the two rather than overwhelming them both up front.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The last thing Artoria expected to do was be hired by local authorities to stifle a bandit uprising in the area. Not that she going to complain - any extra coin was a boon in these times. It was a puzzle as to why she wasn't arrested on the spot, but she figured that they needed the manpower; a warrant for her arrest could come right after she did the dirty work. But on the off-chance that they were just in the dark about her criminal record, that was all the better.*\n\n*She met up with Terrel, the other adventurer they hired for the job, and set off towards one of the camps expediently. It wasn't too hard to track, mainly because of the telltale smoke trailing into the sky from deep within a nearby forest. They arrived at the camp as the sun began to dip below the horizon, taking cover behind nearby trees as they scouted the area. From what she could see, there were 5. As for which was the leader? She didn't really know. From where she stood, they all looked the same.*\n\n\"I think, for now, we should stay together,\" *She answered back to Terrel.* \"I can't exactly fight off an entire group on my own, anyhow. And if they run? That counts as taking care of the problem, right?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "Just an update as I fixed the quality a bit" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"So long as we're both attacking them, you won't be fighting alone.\"*He'd say, before gesturing towards the camp ahead.*\"And if the leader gets away, the worth of coming out here is already partially lost.\"*Terrel would come to a stop, making sure they didn't get too close to get spotted.*\"We'll only get one jump on them, so best use it wisely... If they escape in the opposite direction, that doesn't exactly take care of the bandit problem we came out here to help with. It just moves it.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Alright. Follow my lead, then.\"\n\n*She held out her right hand, focusing fire into a ball. As it continued to gather thermal energy, she simultaneously cast firebolt at the bandit farthest to her left. When the fireball in her right hand reached its full strength, she aimed it in the space between the bandits towards the right.*\n``` Artoria casts Fireball, then firebolt! She focuses her magic to destroy! Simulcast used.\nHP: 36/36\nMana: 52/60 \nDefense: 16\nMovement: None\nFirebolt: 6 to hit, 9 damage\nFireball: 25 to hit, 13 damage ```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*It seemed like they were going to be attacking head on. With Artoria sending off the blast of fire, Terrel would launch off a duo of arrows to assist in attacking the Bandits, soon reloading his crossbow right after.*\n\n```HP: 75/75\nFocus: 9/9\n\nMovement: N/A\n\nAttack 2: / Reloading /```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*The two bandits Artoria fired the fireball at explode into flames, turning into charcoal within mere seconds*\n\n*Terrel's arrows would easily find their way into the backs of the bandits standing by. They screamed out in pain before turning around to their attackers* \"We're under attack!\"\n\n```diff\n! Bandit C and D die instantly\n! Bandit A takes 8 damage\n! Bandit B takes 11 damage\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction phase]\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction phase Over]\n```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*That was pretty quick. Was the local government too weak to take care of something like this?*\n\n*Pushing that thought aside, Artoria shot two firebolts - one aimed at Bandit A, the other at bandit B - and stayed behind the cover of the trees.*\n``` Artoria casts firebolt x2.\nHP: 36/36\nMana: 52/60\nFirebolt 1: 16 to hit, 11 damage\nFirebolt 2: 14 to hit, 11 damage\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Artoria firing off at the bandits, Terrel would slowly begin to advance forward. There was no doubt that most were probably dead by now, though they still had to pick the leader out of the bunch.*\n\n```HP: 75/75\nFocus: 9/9\nDefense: (16) + 6\n\nAttack 1: / Defend / \nAttack 2: / Defend /```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Artoria's firebolt would hit both targets and one of them would die in the bolt of flames*\n\n*The bandits outside seemed to have fear fill their eyes, but it would soon fade as the rest emerges from the tents. They would immediately start rushing at the duo with intent to kill two archer would see Terrel and start firing but all their shots completely missed from the rushed attempt*\n\n```diff\n! Bandit A takes 11 damge\n! Bandit B dies\n- Archer bandit A fires two shots that miss\n- Archer bandit B fires two shots that miss\n—The bandits rushes at the duo—\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "```ini\n[Reaction Phase]\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase Over]\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would come to watch the Bandits leave their tents. It seemed like there were a lot more than originally thought and they were making progress to them fast. With the arrows being fired at them, it seemed Terrel was going to have to focus on them while Artoria managed the rest.*\"Focus on the ones further out.\"*He'd say to her.*\"I'll get the ones up close.\"*The Elf would launch out a volley of arrows, at two of the bandits (F and O) before unsheathing his sword and darting towards the closest one (A) as he would swing the blade at him. He'd have to hope that Artoria would take care of the rest. With how many there were, they could be easily overwhelmed.* \n\n```HP: 75/75\nFocus: 9/9\n\nMovement: 5 Diagnol (Down to the Right, so technically 3 diagonal but y'know what I mean) \n\nAttack 2: / 15 / 5 / Sword (A)```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*This many was child's play for the fox. She'd dealt with much more in far graver situations; it was an easy win if she kept her distance.*\n\n*Wanting to end the encounter before she got hit, Artoria once again focused her magic with intent to destroy. With one hand she cast another instance of fireball - aimed directly to hit Bandits A, O, F, and H - and with the other cast flaming barrage at E. G, and H.*\n``` Artoria casts Fireball and Fire Barrage. Simulcast invoked. She focuses her magic to destroy.\nHP: 36/36\nMana: 40/60\nDefense: 16\nFireball: 11 to hit, 19 damage\nFire Barrage: 5 to hit, 16 damage ```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*The arrows Terrel fired at the two bandits would completely miss and fly past them. How ever, his sword would cut right trough the bandit and he would fall to the ground now being a corpse*\n\n*The fireball Artoria fired seemed to have less fire power then what it should but still enough to burn the still. The fire barrage seemed way of target however and didn't hit a single thing*\n\n```diff\n! Bandits F & O avoid the arrows\n! Bandit A drops dead\n! Bandits O, F and H take 10 damdage\n! Bandits E, G and H are unscaved\n- Bandits O, H, and E attack Terrel and misses\n- Bandit F hit Terrel for 4 damage\n- Bandit Archer A hits Terrel for 5 damage\n- Bandit Archer B misses terrel\n- Bandit I, J, K, L & M all rush with only I seeming to go for Terrel\n- Bandit shield also rushes\n\n—Terrel recieves 9 damage—\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would dodge around the Bandit's attacks, seeeing more charging in their direction as he would ready his sword upon finishing off the closest Bandit. Arrows and fireballs alike seemed to whizz past him as he'd face the rest of their opponents, trying to keep them at bay from the mage.*\n\n```HP: 75/75\nFocus: 8/9\n\nMovement: N/A\nReaction: / Protect / Negating 11 Damage```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Her fireball killed only one of the bandits approaching her and Terrel. She had to take care of those first before anything else. As they advanced, Artoria slung a firebolt at bandit F.*\n``` Artoria casts firebolt!\nHP: 36/36\nMana: 40/60\nDefense: 16\nReaction: Firebolt. 15 to hit, 14 damage. ```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "```diff\n! Terrel negates all damge from the bandit\n! Bandit F Dies from a face full of Artorias Firebolt\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction phase Over]\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With the Bandits soon surrounding him, Terrel wouldn't hesitate to attack them. One swing would be directed to his right (I) before he'd suddenly pivot around to attack the one who had moved to surrounding him from behind (O), soon attacking the two of them once more.*\n\n```HP: 75/75\nFocus: 7/9\n\nMovement: N/A\n\nAttack 2: / 25 / (4) (6)/ Sweep (O) (I)```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*A group of bandits had surrounded Terrel, but Artoria didn't have time to assist him because of another group that was slowly advancing towards her. She didn't fret; casting another fireball towards the group heading towards her, she used her spare hand to cast Blade of Dancing Flame on Terrel. She winced in pain as she felt the effects of magical strain take its toll, but shrugged it off. What's important is that she survived.*\n``` Artoria casts another Fireball and buffs Terrel with Blade of Dancing Flame. Final Evocation invoked.\nHP: 30/36\nMana: 24/60 \nDefense: 16\nFireball: 10 to hit, 16 damage\n```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*With Terrels swift sweep, both her targets would soon drop dead. The rest around him attack with all their might and two manage to get hit on. The archer now more composed seemed to land a few hit as well*\n\n*Artoria's fireballs just seem to not be as effective as the first time and only deal half damage again, But they keep pressing on. However only one had the breath to make an attempt of an attack but fail*\n\n```diff\n! Bantits F & O Die\n! Bandits J, K, L & M take 8 damage each\n- Bandit J attacks Artoria but misses\n- Bandits K, M & O rush towards Artoria\n- Bandit Archers A & B hit Terrel for a total of 10 damage\n- Bandit E scores a hit on Terrel Dealing 4 damage\n- Bandit shield scores a hit on Terrel for 9 damage\n\n—Terrel recieves total 23 damage—\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase]\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would raise his sword in an attempt to shield himself from the volley of arrows and attacks, some of which scratching at him and making it past his defenses.*\n\n```HP: 62/75\nFocus: 6/9\n\nMovement: N/A\nReaction: / Protect / Negating 10 damage, taking 13```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Artoria dodged the bandit attacking her with relative ease, scowling at the fact that they survived another one of her fireballs. In reaction, she casts flaming barrage; One aimed towards bandit J, and the others aimed at K and M.*\n``` Artoria casts flaming barrage as a reaction cast (Zone of control). \nHP: 30/36\nMana: 20/60\nDefense: 16\nFlaming barrage: 16 to hit, 11 damage per dart ```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "```diff\n! Terrel negates 10 damage\n! Bandits J, K, L & M take 11 damage each and die\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase Over]\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With his blade suddenly warming to the buff he was given, Terrel would take the opportunity to attack at the next to bandits. Swinging one with the heated sword (Shield Guy) before shifting to attack the other (E).*\n\n```HP: 62/75\nFocus: 6/9\n\nMovement: N/A\nAttack 1: / 11 / 12 / Shield Guy\nAttack 2: / 9 / 9 / Bandit E```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*With the bandits around her fallen, Artoria turned her attention towards the archers in the back. She was wary about using another fireball since they had a chance of surviving, so it occurred to her that a different spell was better to use. As to what spell, she didn't really know. However, her arm moved on instinct, raised towards archer bandit B. She felt something stir within her - a familiar magic. Though she didn't know exactly what it was, she called on it nevertheless.*\n\n*A gargantuan lance, ablaze from tip to end in golden fire, summoned itself. It looked like her old spell - splintered sun - but radiated much more strength. She grinned; perhaps not all of her old magic disappeared on her.*\n\n*She threw it towards the archer, letting it sail through the air with an infernal hiss.*\n``` Artoria casts Flame Lance. \nHP: 30/36\nMana: 12/60\nDefense: 16\nFlame Lance: 27 to hit, 37 damage. ```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Terrel seemed to have lost focus or became to arrogant cause even with his weapon ablaze, his swing would miss each target Though it did make the shield bandit hesitate and miss him. However the two other bandits manage to score a few hits on Terrel it would seem*\n\n*Artoria however would hurl her rediscovered ability at an archer he would explode into a bomb of flame surrounded my a red mist from the bandits blood. It was safe to say he was past the point of being dead. The other archer would be frozen in what just happened to his buddy and wouldn't even attempt to attack*\n\n```diff\n! Bandit Archer B is obliterated\n- Bandit E and G score a hit on Terrel for a total of 8 damage\n- Terrel's attacks would all miss\n—Terrel takes 8 damage—\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase]\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would avoid the hits from his attackers upon missing his own, gritting his teeth upon having to retain focus on his opponents.*\n\n```HP: 62/75\nFocus: 6/9\n\nMovement: N/A\nReaction: / Protect / Negated all damage```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*In the time the other bandit was frozen, Artoria prepared another firebolt to launch him. Without a moment's notice, she let it loose.*\n``` Artoria casts firebolt as a reaction. \nHP: 30/36\nMana: 12/60\nDefense: 16\nFirebolt: 21 to hit, 12 damage ```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "```diff\n! Terrel Negates all damage\n! Artoria's Firebolt hit the other archer dealing 12 damge\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase Over]\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd take the opportunity to swing at his opponents once more, alternating between the one with a shield and his teammate nearby (Shield Guy and E).*\n\n```HP: 62/75\nFocus: 6/9\n\nMovement: N/A\nAttack 1: / 13 / 16 / Shield Guy\nAttack 2: / 17 / 13 / Bandit E```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Seeing as the other archer hadn't gone down yet, Artoria fired two more firebolts at him.*\n``` Firebolt cast twice.\nHP: 30/36\nMana: 12/60\nFirebolt 1: 21 to hit, 7 damage\nFirebolt 2: 19 to hit, 13 damage ```" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Terrel's swing would bound off of the bandits shield, however, his second swing would land its mark and kill the bandit*\n\n*Artoria's bolts would fly into the archer, the first one leaving him wounded only to have his heart impaled by the second, instantly killing him*\n\n```diff\n! Bandit E dies\n! Bandait Archer B dies\n! Bandit Shield takes 10 damage\n- Bandit G scores a hit on Terrel for 4 damage\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase]\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would avoid the attack, raising his sword in readying of attacking his foes.*\n\n```HP: 62/75\nFocus: 6/9\n\nMovement: N/A\nReaction: / Protect / Negated all damage```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "```diff\n! Terrel takes no damge\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase Over]\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd turn around, swinging his sword at the Bandit behind him before turning to the other two bandits and going for the shield one's comrade instead, knowing full well he was going hardest to break through. It was best to kill off his allies while he could and limit him down.*\n\n```HP: 62/75\nFocus: 6/9\n\nMovement: N/A\nAttack 1: / 18/ 12/ Bandit H\nAttack 2: / 13/12/Bandit G (10 Fire on Shield)```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Seeing that Terrel was still fighting the last two bandits, Artoria sent two more firebolts to assist, one aimed at Bandit G, and the other aimed at the shield bandit.*\n``` Artoria casts Firebolt twice.\nHP: 30/36\nMana: 12/60\nFirebolt 1: 15 to hit, 5 damage\nFirebolt 2: 14 to hit 12 damage ```" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*With a swipe at Bandit H, Terrel, would deliver a deathblow. His second attack however, missed just by a hair*\n\n*Artoria's First bolt would bonce off of the shield, however, her second would strike her target down*\n\n```diff\n! Bandit H is dead\n! Bandit G is dead\n- Bandit Shield scores a hit on Terrel for 9 damage\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase]\n```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*One more left. As Terrel gets struck, Artoria casts two more firebolts towards the shield-clad bandit.*\n``` Firebolt x2 cast. \nHP: 30/36\nMana: 12/60\nFirebolt 1: 23 to hit, 13 damage\nFirebolt 2: 6 to hit, 10 damage ```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would take a step back to avoid the hit from the shield bandit, soon stepping aside as another set of fire bolts would fly past him.*\n\n```HP: 62/75\nFocus: 6/9\n\nMovement: N/A\nReactions: / Protect / All damage negated```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "```diff\n! Shield Bandit recieves 13 damge\n! Terrel negate all damage\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase Over]\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would take opportunity from the fire bolts striking, sidestepping around his opponent's shield and slashing across the side of his torso with his heated sword. He'd soon lower it afterwards, gazing at the carnage around him before letting out a huff.*\n\n```HP: 62/75\nFocus: 6/9\n\nMovement: n/A\nAttack 1: / 21 / 19 / Sword \nAttack 2: / Please no more Overkill /```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*That should be all of them. Trusting that Terrel could handle the last blow on his own, Artoria set her hands down. The smell of burning bodies rushed into her nostrils, causing her to steal glances towards some of them, but she tried to pay them no mind.*\n\n\"You think that was it?\" *She said, making her way over to Terrel.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*With a last strike, Terrel would cut the last survivor in half*\n\n```diff\n! The last bandit dies\n—Encounter Cleared—\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would sheathe his sword, taking out his crossbow to load another bolt in it in the event that another bandit decided that the firepower was not enough.*\"For now it seems.\"*He'd say to her.*\"Still need to figure out where their leader is if they haven't managed to become one of the corpses out here. Though if not, no way of knowing if their hiding away or not.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*She pointed over to the scattered corpses nearby in response.*\n\n\"I'll go further ahead and see if there's anything up there. You can go check the bodies. Who knows - maybe something'll turn up?\"\n\n*With that, she turned southeast, heading to where the archer bandits came from. Their camp was nearby. Maybe some traces of the leader were there, and perhaps a clue as to why there was a sudden uprising of bandits in the first place.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*There was tree tents with only beds, However, there was a bigger camp. Maybe something was in the. Maybe a clue to which one of these corpses could be the leader. Or maybe they would be lucky and the leader would be somewhere else*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*She walked into the larger of the two camps, as the other one only had beds inside. As she did, she looked around to see if there was anything that caught her eye.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*There we a bunch of empty chest, though they had no dust on them. A map full of places they hit and a letter*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The only thing that really was of interest was a letter. But the map - it showed a whole lot of raids. It seemed like the assaults were organized, but by who? Quite the mystery.*\n\n*She picked up the letter, reading the contents.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*The letter would seem to have a decent writing for bandit and it read as followed* \"The recruitments have been going well. And we have made a decent amount of money. I've reached Salvainia and banked all out hard earned money. Expect to see me in a few days\" *Seemed like this letter was to set his crew at ease*" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*A short letter, but one with intriguing information. The letter implied that the uprising was caused by a mass recruitment of fledgling criminals, written rather decently as opposed to the chicken-scratch she expected from a bandit. What was more likely, however, was that this was a third party pulling the strings from behind the scenes; perhaps there was an even larger plot beneath the surface of the uprising.*\n\n*She folded the letter, careful as to not rip it. Pocketing it, she made her way back to Terrel. Nothing she saw in the room could've been used to identify if the bandit leader was among the dead, so she hoped that Terrel had better luck in that department.*\n\n\"You find anything?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would have been picking around the dead bodies. It wasn't like he had much of a way to determine who the leader was out of them and with all the stabbing and burning, most bodies were too heavily mutilated to get a good read on anyways. At Artoria's approach followed by a question, he'd say:*\"Nothing... Anything from the camp?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Just this letter,\" *She said, pulling it out. She gave it to Terrel to read.* \"What do you think? Because I'm thinking of handing it over to the locals. They can probably take care of the rest, no?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd take the letter, reading it over a few times before looking at Artoria.* From the sounds of it... Seems like they'll be here in a few days...\"*The Elf would fold it up.*\"Could hand it over to the locals unless you want sit here waiting for what sounds like another bandit group coming.\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"That's an option. You want to get out of here, or fight the new group?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Supposed to be capturing the leader aren't we?\"*He'd question.*\"I say we have enough time to prepare for their arrival. Let's wait it out for now.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*The party with their new information decide to wait and see if their target would arrive. It was already night time and luckily the campfire was still strong. The dead bodies however caused an eerie and uncomfortable atmosphere. The Party would wait at least half an hour before they could hear someone aproaching from the bushes*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*At the sudden sound of someone approaching, Terrel would load a bolt in his crossbow before shifting his gaze towards Artoria.*\"Want to take the first shot?\"*He'd ask in a low tone as he tilted his head in the direction the noise was coming from.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Wait. I need to see them first. I can't be firing off blindly and miss them.\"\n\n*Artoria hid behind the shrubbery from before, peeking out to try and see what the new group consisted of. She felt her energy from before return, but the damage caused by her final evocations still stuck.*" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Artoria immediately saw the new bandit group emerge from out of the trees. Though they were fewer in number, she realized the risk of being overrun and swarmed. With that said, she backed up and regrouped with Terrel to try and make some distance between her and the enemies.*\n\n*Once she did, she conjured another Fire Lance and aimed it at the one at the forefront of the group, the Samurai. Then, after that, launched an extra firebolt towards the same samurai.* \n``` Artoria casts Fire Lance and Firebolt. Simulcast used.\nHP: 30/36\nMana: 48/60\nDefense: 16\nMovement: 6 Tiles\nFire Lance: 25 to hit, 36 Damage\nFirebolt: 13 to hit, 10 damage ```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Artoria suddenly retreating back to him, Terrel would move closer to where she was to defend from any incoming attacks.*\n\n```HP: 62/75\nFocus: 9/9\nDefense: (16) + 4\nMovement: Right one, down four\nAttack 1: / Defend / \nAttack 2: / Defend /```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*The group would move forwards in the same formation, not flinching or faltering even for a second. The Leader would keep a close eye on every action with a bow in hand ready to fire. Then suddenly Artoria fired of a bolt at their front before disappearing behind the tent. The first bolt would hit, but the front acted quickly and the two bandit knights shielded the samurai and the samurai acted as well, to mitigate the damage The second was a little off. The leader would fire a barrow at Terrel when came into site, but misses*\n\n```diff\n- Bandit knight A blocks 11 damage\n- Bandit Knight B blocks 12 damge\n- Samurai Blocks 6 damage\n! Samurai takes 7 damage\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase]\n```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*She kept up the pressure, firing another firebolt towards the Samurai. If she could control them and keep them in one place, Terrel could have enough time to engage them while they were weakened.*\n``` Firebolt cast.\nHP: 30/36\nMana: 48/60\nFirebolt: 14 to hit, 17 damage\n```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Artoria bolt would be countered by an elegant slash by the Samurai*\n\n```diff\n-The bolt misses\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase Over]\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would unsheathe his sword as he'd face the Samurai, swinging at him once with a slash of his blade before soon following it up with another strike.*\n\n```HP: 62/75\nFocus: 9/9\n\nMovement: N/A\nAttack 1: / 22 / 10 / Sword Attack on Samurai\nAttack 2: / 15 / 8 / Sword Attack on Samurai```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Artoria backed off, disengaging. She needed to create some distance between herself and the crowd.*\n``` Disengaged\nHP: 30/36\nMana: 48/60\nMovement: 6 tiles to the left\n```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Terrel's first attack would land, but the Samurai would negate a little of it's damage, the second attack however wouldn't penetrate the armour. The Samurai*\n\n```diff\n! Samurai takes 6 damage\n- Samurai scores a hit on Terrel for 30 damage\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase]\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would raise his sword to try to deflect off some of the damage, still getting hit in the process as he gritted his teeth in pain from strike having to rebalance himself to focus on his opponent.*\n\n```HP: 45/75\nFocus: 8/9\n\nMovement: N/A\nReaction: | Protect | 13 Dmg negated```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*After disengaging, Artoria cast Flame barrage in reaction, targeting the samurai and both knights.*\n``` Flame barrage cast.\nHP: 30/36\nMana: 44/60\nFlame barrage: 22 to hit, 19 damage each ```" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Terrel's blades came lashing down at a different target, a target that did expect it. The bandit would however takes the blows without being able to protect himself. All the bandits around Terrels swag their swords, but missed completely. The leader however would score a few hits*\n\n*Artoria's stream of fire would hit both Bandit A and B, This time however, they would be able to somewhat mitigate the damage*\n\n```diff\n- Bandit A blocked 7 damage\n! Bandit Knight A takes a total of 21 damage\n- Bandit A blocked 8 damage\n! Bandit Knight B takes 12 damage\n! All the bandits around Terrel miss their hit\n- The Leader scored a total of 18 damage on Terrel\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase]\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*As he avoided the series of swords coming his way the elf would shift his gaze towards the leader, barely having enough time to avoid the blunt of the attack as it grazed across him. With fire flying around him once more. It was getting harder and harder to avoid everything.*\n\n```HP: 44/75\nFocus: 7/9\n\nMovement: N/A\nReaction: / Protect / 17 Damage Negated```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Seeing that the fire barrage worked last time, Artoria kept up the onslaught. After the bandits were set aflame with her stream of fire, she cast fire barrage again towards the Samurai, Bandit A, and Bandit B.*\n``` Flame Barrage cast in reaction. \nHp: 30/36\nDefense: 16\nMana: 32/60\nFlame barrage: 14 to hit, 13 damage each ```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "```diff\n! Terrel takes 1 dmage\n! Bandit Knight A takes 6 burn damage\n! Bandit Knight B takes 6 burn damage\n- The FIRE barrage misses\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase Over]\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would attack the other knight's comrade, acting his blade across their torso in the hopes that Artoria could potentially take care of the others.*\n\n```HP: 44/75\nFocus: 7/9\n\nMovement: N/A\nAttack 1: / 27 / 7 / Sword on B\nAttack 2: / 14 / 9 / Sword on B```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Staying in the same spot, Artoria let loose another stream of fire to finish off the bandits in front of her.*\n``` Stream of Flame cast\nHp: 30/36\nDefense: 16\nMana: 24/60\nStream of flame: 27 to hit, 25 Damage ```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Terrel would cut the bandit and he would be relieved to have survived it only to be burned to a crisp with his buddy and they would both die an agonizing death by fire... The Samurai would attack and miss, but the leader would shoot and arrow that would seem to hit*\n\n```diff\n! Bandit Knight A dies\n! Bandit Knight B dies\n- Terrel takes 9 damage\n- Samurai defends for 4\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction phase]\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would duck down to avoid the arrow, soon watching as the two knights to his side would fall under the flames of his ally. Shifting his gaze towards the other bandit, he'd let out a quiet exhale of air. Shifting over, he'd kick one of the corpse's aside to keep both him and the Samurai opponent on the move.* \n\n```HP: 44/75\nFocus: 7/9\n\n\nReaction: / Protect / All damage negated```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*With a clear shot the samurai now that Terrel stepped aside, Artoria aimed another Fire Lance at him. The other two bandits were dead, so they couldn't block him anymore; it was an easy target.*\n``` Fire Lance cast. \nHp: 30/36 \nMana: 16/60\nDefense: 16\nFire lance: 27 To hit, 27 Damage ```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "```diff\n- Samurai blocks 16 damage\n! Samurai takes 11 damage\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase Over]\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would raise his sword, slowly stepping to his side as he'd half circle around the samurai. His gaze would shift back to archer behind him, sword readying in the event of getting attacked again.*\n\n```HP: 44/75\nFocus: 7/9\nDefense: (16) + 4\nMovement: 2 Tiles Right\nAttack 1: / Defend / \nAttack 2: / Defend /```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Artoria fires another Fire Lance towards the Samurai.*\n``` Fire Lance cast\nHp: 30/36\nDefense: 16\nMana: 8/60 \nFire Lance: 21 to hit, 30 Damage ```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*The bandit now on his last straw with Artoria's attack, decided to attack recklessly, but his rash attacks fail completely against Terrel's defensive position. The Leader would to the same with the same luck*\n\n```diff\n! Samurai takes 30 damage\n- Samurai ac goes down by 6\n- Leader ac goes down by 3\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase]\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With the Samurai's attacks missing and getting hit by Artoria's attacks, Terrel would suddenly swing his blade down towards him mercilessly.*\n\n```HP: 44/75\nFocus: 7/9\nDefense: (16) + 4\nMovement: N/A\nReaction: / 15 / 11 / Riposte on Samurai```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*To finish off the samurai, Artoria cast firebolt.*\n``` Firebolt Cast.\nHP: 30/36\nDefense: 16\nMana: 8/60\nFirebolt 1: 29 to hit, 12 damage\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*The samurai would block Terrel's attack, but would soon explode from the fire bolt that Artoria threw his direction*\n\n```diff\n! Samurai Dies\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase Over}\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would turn away from the samurai as he was shot down from the blast of fire. Grabbing his loaded crossbow, he'd lock it onto the final bandit and would fire off a bolt towards him. It seemed they only had one left standing and if the leader wasn't already dead. They'd have to bring them into questioning.* \n\n```HP: 44/75\nFocus: 7/9\n\nMovement: N/A\nAttack 1: / 13 / 10 / Crossbow shot\nAttack 2: / Reload /```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Artoria didn't necessarily care whether or not the Leader came back alive. As Terrel let loose a crossbow bolt, she fired a final fire Lance towards him after moving a bit.*\n``` Fire Lance cast.\nHP: 30/36 \nMana: 0/60\nDefense: 16 \nMovement: 1 tile up, 5 tiles right\nFire Lance: 18 to hit, 21 damage ```" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Terrel's bolt would find it's way into his shoulder and Artoria's bolt into the other. Driven to madness to avenge his fallen comrades, he continues to attack, but his arrows would miss the both of them*\n\n```diff\n! Bandit Leader takes 31 dmage and is on the verge of death\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase]\n```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*He was done for. Artoria let out a final firebolt to finish him off, or push him to the brink of death.*\n``` Firebolt cast\nHP:30/36\nMana: 0/60\nDefense: 16\nFirebolt: 9 to hit, 9 damage ```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "```diff\n- The firebolt misses\n```\n\n```ini\n[Reaction Phase Over]\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would watch as the Leader got blasted by the shots of fire, soon coming to notice him still standing.*\"Hold your fire.\"*He'd say to Artoria as he'd rush towards the man and would bring the hilt of his sword down on him in an attempt to knock him out.*\n\n```HP: 44/75\nFocus: 7/9\nDefense: (16) + 1\nMovement: 1 Tile Down\n\nAttack 2: / Defend /```" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*She put down her hand. If she wanted to, she could kill the man right now, but she didn't feel the urge to; he was more than incapacitated.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "```diff\n! Leader is incapasitated\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would look down at the man, poking at him slightly with the tip of his sword before gazing back at Artoria.*\"Seems like that's the last of them. Going to have to hope he's the one seeing as everyone else have been either burned alive or mutilated...\"*The Elf would stoop down, grabbing the leader and throwing him over his shoulder before standing up and looking at what remained of the camp.*\"I'm going to go see if this place has anything worth taking... Not like they'll use it anyways...\"*He'd say before turning off to head towards the tents that had not yet burned down already.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*As Terrel turned towards the tent to investigate, Artoria let her eyes fall onto the leader. Even from the distance, she could clearly see that he was a mess; a quivering, shaking cesspool of bloodlust. But he was not a threat in the slightest.*\n\n\"Wait,\" *She called to Terrel.* \"Put him down. I have some stuff I need to... Inquire him about.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would come to a stop as he'd glance back at her, taking a moment to decide whether or not to trust her with him.*\"Try not to kill him while I'm gone...\"*He'd say, letting the man drop off his shoulders back onto ground before heading back off to tents.*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*She nodded as he put him down. He was unconscious, but his battered wounds were on full display across his body. It was worrisome on whether or not he'd awake to answer Artoria's questions, but it was worth a shot nonetheless.*\n\n*She spotted a rope nearby one of the tents, and soon tied up the leader so he couldnt run.*\n\n*The question, really, was how to wake him up. She already had an answer to that, though. Approaching the leader, who lay haphazardly on the forest floor, she traced a sigil in he air with her finger. Once it was fully formed, she gently pushed it his direction. It didn't patch up his wounds entirely, but some of the blood and bruises began to fade away. She let him rest for a moment, but then shot a frost bolt at him. Hopefully it woke him up.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*The man would wake up with a scream of pain as the sudden frost bolt hit him* \"Wha-What the!\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*Well, that was easy.*\n\n*She drew her sword, pointing it at the man. With her free hand, she took out the pocketed note, and with a crisp flick of her risk, threw it down to the former bandit leader.*\n\n\"Recognize that? I know you do. Now answer me this: Who's handwriting is that? Personally, it's not really my problem, but I can imagine a few people whose it is.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*The bandit would look around before squinting at her with a questioned look on his face. To the note being held he just scoffed and turned his head looking away from her*" } ]

[ { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*A pang of annoyance shot through Artoria, but she attempted to stay patient despite it.*\n\n\"You know who wrote it,\" *She began.* \"So you're going to tell me who it was. Or, you can tell the locals. Of course, I can imagine that they'd do more to you than just 'ask' who the author was.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I'm sure the local would love to see me hanged. So either way I think I'm better of not answering your questions. Murderer\" *He said as he fell silent again*" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*The fringe of her mouth twitched. It both confused and annoyed her to how defiant he was being, but in the end, it wasn't really her issue. Her curiosity would remain unsated, but with how the leader was acting, it was pointless to try and pry any further.*\n\n\"Fine. Suit yourself, then.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would eventually return back, having found nothing of interest from the tents. Looking between Artoria and the now awakened and tied up leader, he would ask:*\"Got what you wanted out of him?\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "\"Nothing at all.\" *She swirled the tip of her sword dangerously close to his face, as a half-assed attempt at intimidation, before eventually sheathing it.* \"Is there anything you want to ask him? Before he gets eaten alive by the authorities, anyway.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I couldn't care less about any monologues from him. Just another bandit to put away.\"*The Elf would say before suddenly grabbing the man and pulling at him to drag him off.*\"We've spent enough time here... Let's just head back...\"" }, { "author": "eriidyne", "message": "*She nodded, gesturing for Terrel to lead the way. Though, just before they departed, she picked up the note and pocketed it again.*\n\n\"I'm with you.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*The group would head back to the Garrison where the reward was promised. As they would enter the building the commander dismissed the guards and others in his office seeming to want to talk to these two alone* \"I see you were successful. And I'm glad to see you caught the leader\" *He would look at the man these two had brought in and sigh deeply* \"Luckily alive... Though bruised, I guess that's what you deserved Jack.\"\n\n*The bandit revealed to be Jack would scoff at the commander* \"So what if I am. I doubt you would have cared whether I was dead or not\"\n\n*The commander would respond swiftly to the comment* \"My job would sure have been easier and me wallet a little more heavier, yes.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would drop the bandit on the ground as the two seemed to converse to one another, his attention more on the commander while the Elf would stand idly.*\"We've done the job you asked of us. The bandit camp is practically in ruins now, all bandits in sight slaughtered, and the leader brought back alive. We're just here for our pay.\"*The Elf would say in his naturally low tone of voice, not caring much for the banter between the two after how long they took out there in the camp.*" } ]

[ { "author": "shadow_wizard69420", "message": "``will actually shank your Nan in a minute``" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*Returning home from their little rendezvous with the pig masked elf, Hikari took their sweet arse time removing and in strapping all their gear... Feeling the weight drop from their soaked back felt comparatively serene and relaxing, and even a relatively light Gambeson could prove to be heavy and uncomfortable after days of chafing against the body.\n\nNo need for the more rough male form, right? Hikari took a moment to (try to) swap to a form, and clothes, more comfortable before resting their exhausted bones on the bed, feeling their back's aching wash away, although the pain of losing that bounty didn't disappear.*\n\n*There is not much that could make the last few days worse.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Distantly a tall, stark elven figure would stand watching Hikari vanish into his house, the now light drizzling of past rain shrouding him in its field of grey. Even his pink hair and colorful attire seemed to dampen and darken at the will of the water speckling over him. Only recently had the Oriate departed, leaving Terrel curious to where he was planning on heading after their agreement of going off to work on a mission. It seemed Hikari did have his own house after all. Funny.\n\nWith Hikari heading inside, Terrel would slowly make his way towards the door, his once neutral demeanor coming off as more lax the closer he got to it. Raising his hand to the door, the Elf would knock on it just enough to hopefully get the attention of the Oriate. An unwelcome guest he may be, but he still had the courtesy to knock at least.*" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*Oh, for fuck's sake.*\n\n*Hikari showed up to the door, checking for the sword beforehand. As the door was opened, Hikari's face was dour, untrusting and more than a little exhausted, having had what was supposed to be a decent sleep for the first time in days interrupted.*\n\n*The door opened forward on Hikari's side, thank the Gods.*\n\n\"...Hello...\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would stare at Hikari for a while, mostly it being a bit from surprise of the new person that answered the door than anything else.*\"Gotta admit, out of all things considered... This was the last I'd expect to be at the door.\"*He'd say, gesturing up and down towards Hikari.*\"Didn't know you had a double life.\"*He'd say with a light sneer. Of course Oriates were known for their ability to change forms. Then again, the Elf supposed it could be a relative or loved one answering the door if not for the fact of him seeing Hikari only just enter.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*Hikari continued to scowl, as they looked their \"Friend\" Up and down, checking quickly for the sword at the side of the door...\n\n...And reminding themselves to add something blunt for next time. Their grip was tight against the door handle, as they continued to look Terrel up and down as they sized him up.*\n\n\"...So... Why are you following me?\"\n\n*Hikari was still simply gazing at Terrel, both annoyed that their sleep was interrupted and wary of the fact that Terrel had decided to follow them home. \n\nThey weren't going to wake up with less organs than usual, were they?*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Just wanted to see what my new business partner was up to.\"*He'd say rather casually.*\"After all we did agree to find a job next morning. Would be a bit hard when one doesn't know where the other went off to, don't you think?\"*The Elf would point out.*\n\n\"Besides you make it incredibly easy to follow you.\"\n\n*Terrel didn't make any move to enter, simply following Hikari's gaze as he would study them. In the lasting silence, a random question found itself embedded into the Elf's head.*\"So are you actually a woman or is this just a new get up you throw on randomly?\"" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "\"Pffft - and that means *Stalking* Me!?\"\n\n*Hikari looked off to the side a little as a mirthless chuckle escaped their lips. How many psychos are they going to end up working with!?\n\nFirst Arthur, then Zed and Ashnard, Ardon possibly counts depending on what mood he'd be in on a particular hour, and now this weirdo. Spirits almighty, this was something special.*\n\n*Hikari would continue to just watch Terrel until they brought up... That, which threw them off like an... Untamed horse throwing off their rider. Or pig, perhaps, after it caught a carrot on a stick the rider used to bribe it into moving.\n\n~~What an odd comparison to make. Hikari must've been incredibly tired.~~*\n\n\"I - I - What's that meant to mean - wait outside.\"\n\n*Slamming the door shut, and making a very obvious **Click** With the lock... And a latch... And a ward they commissioned for good measure... They disappeared for a moment, and then reappeared at the door, heralded by more incessant clicking as they unlocked every little measure. \n\nNow actually dressed properly, Hikari grabbed a sword and left their house.*\n\n\"I'm not talking about this at home.\"\n\n*Partially because Hikari still hasn't cleared out all the wine bottles.*\n\n*There were a lot.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Weren't you the one who chased after me in that forest just earlier?\"*He'd question back with Hikari entitling him as a stalker.*\"I think after following a random man through the woods with the intent to attack, the term stalking just becomes unwarranted following.\"*The Elf would say.\n\n As Hikari would suddenly disappear from view, excessively locking the door, Terrel would come to relax by the front door in waiting.\n\nHe'd watch Hikari open the door once more after going back through the excessive measures of keeping people out. The Oriate really hated visitors doesn't he?\n\nThe Elf would follow after him in his announcement of not talking about it at home.*\"So you prefer talking about it out in the open then?\"*The Elf would question him dubiously. Hikari's business was his business, though he made little sense at times.*" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*A glare that could cut through stone was shot at Terrel, although Hikari ignored the first few points made. The latter though...*\n\n\"I thought we were just talking about mercenary work.\"\n\n*Hikari felt for their now trusty flask, but stuck it in a large amount of wrappings in order to convince themselves not to touch it. Perhaps in the olden days they'd have made some spiel over it being \"**For their FRIENDS~**\" But now... They had to be honest and admit it was mostly for their own selfish sake. Their body was beginning to feel the effects of using alcohol so heavily. Once used to alleviate misery over failed jobs, amputation, uselessness and being cast away like rubbish, and now just a force of habit, really. Or that small voice in their head, a sultry voice whispering about how they should have one drink to relax. One becomes many, and...*\n\n*Well, the Jolly Apple happens again.*\n\n\"I'm not allowed to not want you to see inside my house? *...And you don't really want to...*\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would shift his hands to his pockets, standing rather idly against the glare being casted towards him.*\"Typically one mercenary doesn't completely disappear on another when planning to work together.\"*The Elf would jest with a laugh as he'd casually walk around the area.*\"Would have been a shame to assume you wimped out of it the moment I turned my back.\"\n\n*He'd watch Hikari, seeing him feel around for something which would have been assumed to be a weapon if not for their casual talk earlier. The Elf doubted he was looking for much quarrel with easy annoyance anyways.*\"Trust me whatever you have going on in that house, I am completely fine with not associating with. What you do in your past time is your business. Then again you also make it easy to be someone else's if someone like me can follow you without your knowledge.\"*The Elf would explain, knowing full well his lack of natural stealth.\"" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*Moreso than ever, Hikari simply gives Terrel an \"Off\" Look... This... This man. Becoming allies with him seemed more and more like an utter mistake.*\n\n\"...I didn't think you meant **Now.**\"\n\n*It didn't get past the Kitsune that Terrel wasn't exactly taking the whole thing seriously, with his hands filtering through his pockets and the banter that Hikari couldn't be bothered with, which really only made the fact that said casual, laid back man happened to wear a pig mask all the more bizarre. This elf really was an utter crazy, wasn't he? Bloody hell. Nonetheless, Hikari (reluctantly.) clicks their fingers and points to the workshop situated within their house.*\n\n\"If you're really wanting to be that private, I'm able to use my shop, since... Well, it's closed. Unless that's not secret enough for you.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well seeing as we're both here, I'd say now is the most appropriate time.\"*He'd say with a raised eyebrow.*\"Nothing like checking credentials and learning what I'm working with here. Let's just say, not all my allies allowed the best results in the missions I had to get done. Would rather not lose any extra money to incompetence, wouldn't you agree?\"\n\n*With Hikari offering to use his shop, Terrel would flash a joking grin, saying:*\"All shops are open so long as there are still supplies inside.\"*Whether he was suggesting direct robbery or just joking with the idea of the shop being open with Hikari still here, either could apply.*\n\n\"Lead the way.\"*He'd say, gesturing on ahead in allowing Hikari to show him in first with his already disliking of the Elf's presence.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*As Terrel quipped, Hikari's glower only got worse, and their eyes were rolled. Why oh why, were they stupid enough to work with this man...*\n\n\"I'm moreso the tactics side. Although if a situation demands it, Id rather not shed more blood than needed... A lot of times do. I can handle myself.\"\n\n*Those who go for the kill, eh..? Hikari let out another chuckle with about as much joy as the previous.*\n\n\"The usual ally, then? You're a picky one? Considering only the best of the best have brains.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Tactics ay? He supposed he was working with more brain than brawn or perhaps someone with a few tricks up their sleeves whenever it came to combat. Unpredictability was nice against an opponent. At the very least he considered himself able to put up a fight despite him wanting to avoid bloodshed when unnecessary. It was almost lawful of him.*\n\n\"No, not typically.\"*He'd say to answer his question regarding the Elf's pickiness.*\"I've worked with plenty of allies, some just end up so stuck with what they're doing that they forget what our mission was originally.\"\n\n*Terrel would make his way back to Hikari, finishing his own explorations of the place.*\"A job has only two things to it and it's staying alive to the end making what you were offered upon taking it. What happens between the beginning and ending of it, best not mess it up, especially with me agreeing to bring you along. Would be a shame to regret it. You seemed so capable after all.\"\n\n*The last part could have been sarcasm, but it was often hard to tell with the Elf's already monotone voice.*\"Surely you've had your fair share of questionable companions. Or do you typically take every job you do on your lonesome? The latter wouldn't make much sense, considering you were up to the idea of partnering with me.\"*He'd say as if to point out the strange reason of him wanting help with his jobs if not to milk whatever it is Terrel earned. The Elf was strict with his payment and he tolerated little that tampered with it.*" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*Hahaha. Hahahahahahahaha.*\n\n*Hikari knew many a person where their morals (or lack thereof) meant needless bloodshed. Zed killing that elf even after said elf was cooperative. Arthur's very existence. The description given by Terrel threatens the sanctity of the fabled flask, and pits Hikari's hands very close to it, as they try tapping their hands against their legs, hoping it comes across as mere impatience or even just simply a state of boredom, less so willpower to avoid heaving out the precious alcohol and numbing those thoughts into oblivion, as they had done the past year. Were they that much better than their birth parents? More and more of their behaviour proved that to not be the case. Terrel's snarky remarks wasn't unnoticed, but Hikari couldn't be fucked with anything more than a snide glare, especially considering its fairness with Terrel's experience of the Northerner.*\n\n*Every job on their lonesome... Hikari looked to the side and fiddled with the clothing they originally rubbed and fiddled with in an attempt to keep their hands off the drink.\n\nMaybe two years ago, they'd have avoided allies like the plague, and allies... Well, they didn't think like you, didn't care for you. But friends, companions... That's something else. Katherine, Mevis... Even Arthur... They were friends, and Hikari would've been long dead without them, another unmarked corpse in a forgotten grave, only avoiding being thrown into a random hole as a decaying cadaver due to common courtesy. So...*\n\n\"I usually try to get allies. It's just safer that way, right? Without someone to keep me safe, maybe from myself, where would I be?\"\n\n*Hikari faltered further. The thought of how their friends had treated them, how they had repaid... They didn't even talk to Mevis much these days, or Arthur. Even Katherine was at most a strained friendship, and it felt like a slow burning fire... Or perhaps, as if acid were shoved into their chest, slowly eating through their flesh.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*At least he was truthful, in this circumstance anyways. It seemed he had some experience with working with others and atop that, not being quite so messed up in the head as some tended to be. The Elf would give the slightest dip of his head. Satisfaction perhaps or maybe simply approval as he looked around at the shop.*\n\n\"What kind of stuff do you make around here anyways?\"*The Elf would question him half distractedly. It seemed he was changing the subject upon receiving his answer. Hikari seemed like a good enough ally, though one never knew for sure until thrown into combat, but that was one thing for another time.\n\nTrust was more so needed now than ever it seemed with Hikari's questionably lack thereof. Terrel didn't mind it much. They hardly knew one another anyways much like most of the people he worked with, but at least one person he could trust to make his job easier would be nice. Sentimental or not, a job well done was a job well done.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "\"I enchant weapons and armour... Sometimes I modify weapons, too... And then there's the occasional warded lock I set up.\"\n\n*Hikari clicked their tongue a few times, still a bit irritated that they didn't get enough wards to set up ~~and proceed to take advantage of later on down the line~~.*\n\n*That was neither here nor there though. Hikari sat on a nearby table, checking their grubby nails and still frowning over the fact that they haven't even had a chance to probably bathe in ages: they still smelled of forest filth, had dirt caking most of their person and looked like they were fresh out of a swamp dive, except somehow **Worse:** At least the water would've prevented their hair from being greasy enough to be set alight and used to cook.*\n\n\"Is our conversation finished? We've just decided to say hello and confirm that I'm not stupid?0" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Enchanting?\"*He'd ask with a tone of interest. Perhaps this grumpy Oriate had some underlying skills that may well come in handy later. Of course, that was for another time though.*\"Yes, I think we've covered that.\"*He'd say to him in answer of his question towards the conversation. The Elf kept his hands within his cloak, looking over to him.*\n\n\"But in all honesty since I can tell you're one for hating wasted time, I never had the chance to notify you of where to find me to take on a job.\"*He'd say more bluntly, suggesting everything up to now was simply extra information for him to keep at his disposal in knowing what to expect from Hikari.*\"Will be around the Capitol for about a week before departing. If you want to go on a mission, you can find me in the marketplace around noon. Should stick out enough for you to figure out the rest, unless of course there are other Elves you know of that dress like this.\"*He'd explain before heading towards the door and opening it slightly.*\n\n\n\"Don't mind me though, you can just pretend I was never here. After all, who cares much about a wandering pig anyways, eh?\"" }, { "author": "Hikari Hisakawa '", "message": "*Hikari only listened, leaning against a table and toying with one of their engraving chisels... Might be best to hide a few of these somewhere, or figure out how to use em... \n\n...And also, figure out a time to meet that bastard. Joy.*\n\n\"There's a lotta them, actually. The Dream Demons, I believe they're called. Rumoured to go into people's houses and stalk them. Think I heard of one with a horse mask... Almost like a nightmare. Wooo...\"\n\n*Hikari gave a chuckle at their own dumb as they watched Terrel leave, locking up behind him and stretching their back, as they decided on a time to meet him. Maybe tomorrow? Ehhh... They'd likely still be recovering, or working. Probably working.\n\nDay after that...? Nah..*\n\n*They'll figure a day where the fox and the pig form an unlikely duo. Sometime within the week. For now though, sleep and a proper clean was demanded.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would make his way along the dark streets of Salvania, night having long since passed over in him heading back from Kibaru's house. The wolves were gone, his horse left at the stable. Now it seemed his only company was but the bird that traveled in his hair. It felt, ominously quiet now. No clicking of paw steps, clomping of horse hooves, or even simply the footsteps of the other companions he traveled with. Just like old times really, but seeing the Tavern come into view, he knew the silence wouldn't last. \n\nThe Elf had grown relatively tired from the walk back, finding relief in the dim lighting of the place. He'd make his way to the door, slowly opening it to being met by the warmer atmosphere inside the Tavern. Not many people were around now, most having fallen asleep at this time anyways. At least it was less people to have to go through, so for now, he decided to simply enjoy it while it lasted. His cloak would wrap around him in creating the more passive look he typically had when concealing his arms and weaponry, soon walking away from the door as he'd head further into the Tavern.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Exhaustion was an understatement to how Manon felt right now. She had spent nearly half the morning in the sunlight. The umbrella helped block the UV rays from absorbing the vampire's strenght, she lasted almost an extra hour without collapsing. Sadly she had to leave the umbrella at the library with the wondeful dragon lady. She had to hug the tome she carried, her arms crossing at the middle of the cover as she made her way back to the tavern.*\n\n*Eventually she reached thr giant heavy door and knew she wouldn't be able to carry this massive book and open the door. The door opened and someone who could barely walk straight exited the tavern. She slid behind him and past the closing door. Once inside she scanned the room for her companions, not knowing if they were in bed or not.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would take a seat at a booth, deciding to at least something to eat with all the back and forth traveling he had been doing for the day. He leaned back against the seat, for a brief moment closing his eyes to let out a quiet sigh. The Elf was half conscious of the waiter coming, deciding to just order a small plate of rolls before they'd eventually head back off once more.\n\nHe'd glance around the tavern, coming to watch people occasionally leaving as time went by. At the appearance of the Vampiress coming through the door, his gaze would follow her for a while before he'd eventually speak.*\"Had a fun time at the library?\"*He'd question her from where he sat.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She spun around at the sound of a familiar coming across the room. It was there that she saw Terrel and began walking with her arms full. Only when she made it to the booth did she placed the tome in front of Terrel.*\n\n*Manon slid into the booth besidr Terrel, eagerly flipping through the pages until she reached the section labled __Fire chapter 1__.*\n\n\"How was your visit? Did you drop off the pups?\"\n\n*She slid the tome over for the two of them to read, she asked for a book that was both for beginners and novices. Hopefully she too could learn about fire magic.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"One debate and argument later, yes, the pups are dropped off. Hopefully they'll be alright there for the time being. They seemed obedient enough and it turned out the person watching them was that forest lady I mentioned earlier. How ironic.\" \n\n*Terrel would scoot over in the booth at Manon would make her way over and place the book down on the table. At first he figured it was just an oversized book she must have been so insistent on reading to have lugged it all the way back here. However, after seeing her turning the pages to what seemed to be one of the magic elements, the Elf would soon realize it was the book he had asked for. So she actually went ahead and got it?*\n\n\"Fire.\"*He'd say, reading the words as clear as they sat on the page before he'd look over to Manon.*\"Favoring a bit of destruction are you?\"*The Elf would tease, knowing nothing of her actual ability with fire. He knew she at least had some connection to healing and nature magic of some sort, though fire was more of a complete opposite especially for her.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I'm not exactly please on having the most destructive element. I need to learn how to control this but we're fine for now.. I think. I planned on getting a book for beginners but this goes up to novice.\"\n\n*She barely finished talking before a yawn swept her away. She didn't even bother shielding her mouth from prying eyes. Both fangs on full display until she finished. She was rather curious about what he meant about an arguement.*\n\n\"The Librarian gave this wonderful book to me for free, we're don't have to return it. First, who did you get into an argument with? I leave you be for a few hours and something happens.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Hearing her mention having the element, the Elf would raise an eyebrow. Since when did she wield fire? He paused for a moment as she would yawn, soon explaining how the librarian gave them the book to keep before asking him who he got in an argument with.*\n\n\"First, it wasn't me who got into an argument, it was Okami. And second how long have you been a Pyromancer for?\"*The Elf would say before questioning her with a hidden look of confusion.*\"Last I checked you were a healer and fire just seems a bit counterproductive to that.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"What did you say to provoke Okami? Give or take an hour? I didn't mean to burn the table. The Librarian was very understanding about it too. Again, I'm not pleased with having this destructive talent.\"\n\n*She turned her head to face Terrel, she felt like she was repeating herself to him. He was probably exhausted if she went by his normal sleeping patterns. She even leaned forward to gaze into his eyes, trying to decipher how close he was to falling asleep. She still had no clue.*\n\n\"I am still just a healer, this doesn't change what I am.\"\n\n*She thought he would know this about her. Not everything had to be superficial.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well for Okami, he didn't like the term 'Hyena Lady'. Didn't sit right with him or something. After that him and the forest person started arguing behind closed doors. Must have been having a moment, who knows.\"*He'd say.\n\nThe Elf would look back at her blankly as she stared at him upon him questioning her new fire capabilities. It seemed she didn't like them much.*\"What's wrong with some destruction?\"*He'd question.*\"Not like you're going to get in a fight and just heal enemies to death. At least it's something to use to your own protection.\"*Of course he had to use 'protection' as a better word. Destruction being too factual with fire magic. He fought alongside a pyromancer once and it was a blood bath. Though the High Elf was struggling enough with her vampirism let alone fire magic now.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Nature can protect me just fine. I've managed this long without fire.\" \n\n*At last she brought her attention to the tome. Her hands gripping either edge of the book as she pulled it slightly closer. She'd read what she could about fire during the night. First she wanted to see what Terrel remembered.*\n\n\"So what do you remember about magic? This will help me understand what you may or may not know.\"\n\n*She began fipping the pages until she reached the basic rudimentary chapter.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"That's because you've been living out in the forest this whole time.\"*He'd rebuttal, eventually drawing his attention back to the book. It had been so long since he's ever touched a grimoire, years even. Magic was always the thing Elves had and yet, he decided to give up on it and leave it behind so long ago.\n\nMagic never saved his life. Few times could he say it came close. The Elf would bring his elbow to rest on the table, using his free hand to relax his head on as he scrambled his brain for any old memory of what he had learned. It felt so faint now, almost like he was going back through magic school again.*\n\n\"Magic... Is generated from energy.\"*He'd say rather slowly, thinking the words over more carefully.*\"The energy can be within and all around us... Many use staffs to store this energy as a way to control and wield it in order to form magic...\"*The Elf would fall silent afterwards, closing his eyes briefly before letting out a tired sigh.*\"And despite doing the impossible, magic still has to follow several laws...\"*None of which he could recall enough to name, his own memory alone disappointing enough.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"All of that is correct. Most importantly is the connection between host and element. In most cases, a fraction of one's self can trade for enormous power. If careless, one can find themselves consumed. Fire is the only element that is capable of consuming the host. My primary affinity is that with nature.\"\n\n*She placed her hand out in front of her as if reaching for something far away. She could feel the plant life that surrounded her, albeit little to what she was used to in the forest.*\n\n\"I'm thankful that faith and nature magic syngerize so well together. It allows me to rapidly grow a vine from a seed. Something strong enough to trap whoever I fee like.\"\n\n*She lowered her hand as she drew her attention to Terrel. A hint of guilt lingered behind her question.*\n\n\"I would like a large pouch for seeds. Using nature wasn't an issue in the forest but here... In the city. I don't have much.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel let out a quiet snort at her explanation of how one controls their element through their connection of it.*\"And what if there isn't one there?\"*The Elf would ask, mostly rhetorically as he could already assume the answer. Nothing, absolutely nothing. He gripped the end of the page, turning it over to see what was on the other side. \n\nFunny, they only ever just tell you the energy and connection is there and expect you to work off of that. Magic was complicated in itself. It must of been fortunate for those who could just grab onto it accidentally.\n\nHe'd be be half listening to her explain her skill in faith and nature magic. Two types that worked hand in hand. He understood faith magic in its healing properties. Nothing more. Nature on the other hand was a different concept to him one that caused him to look over at Manon as she mentioned needing a large patch of seeds to create vines out of them.\n\nSo she could control vines, blast fire, and heal? The Elf supposed he should be glad he only got attacked once at best. If it was one thing mages had, it was their wide range of capabilities. And inconveniences, whether he was fighting them or not.*\n\n\"Like... Any seed?\"*He'd question her, figuring the seeds had to at least grow into vines rather than just any other plant seed. Where would one even find them out in the city? He'd reach down to his side, removing an empty sack that he had kept with him. Her original pouch of coins.\n\nHe'd place it on the table in front of her, saying:*\"You'll just have to make that work then.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She grabbed the empty pouch and placed it on her lap. She'd rather have a satchel or something that hung off her for easy access. It'd only become usefull when in locations without many plants. Much like here in the city.*\n\n\"If there is no connection then two things can happen. The first is just nothing, the fortunate side of things. The other is lost of control. As a caster you must tap into the element, not the other way around. Most elements will rob all your mana and produce an outcome that is not desired.\"\n\n\"Nature just grows at an accelerated rate. Seeds become trees.-\"\n\n*She held up the bag she requested for added effects*\n\n\"In seconds, thankfully I can do that without losing myself as Nature is my primary e\nElement and I've spent many years using and training with it. There is only one dangerous element, you could probably guess which too.\"\n\n\"If you're lucky, self-immolation is the least of your concern if you lose yourself. If your mana is high, like mine. You could create an inferno.\"\n\n*She would give Terrel a soft smile, trying her best to reassure him of any future potential danger.*\n\n\"I'll be actively using magic to reduce my mana until I learn how to control fire. If I lose control I might just start a bed on fire versus this whole city.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Sounds like I'd have nothing to worry about then.\"*He'd say at her mention of the two things that could possibly happen, one of which being like he suspected. The Elf would lean back against the chair, part of him wondering how much of a magic lesson he really needed in his own refusal and incapabilities. \n\nAt least she could figure out how to use her own magic with him borrowing the book in learning something new to put to use later in the event of finding someone else using a type of magic he was unfamiliar with. Faith and Nature seemed like a good start now that he thought about it.\n\nHis eyes would peel away from the page, finding Manon smiling at him after mentioning him being able to control himself just fine if his mana was as high as hers.*\"Manon the day I'm able to self combust my hand into creating fire is the day I decide to just become a mage.\"*The Elf would begin, only to remember that Manon typically took things in the literal sense.*\"Which is never happening.\"*He'd soon add.*\"Gave up trying to use magic ages ago, but at least you can probably learn a spell of two out of here. I'll just pick the book up whenever you're finished with it.\"*A burning bed versus a while city sounded like a nice trade off, at least it being her own anyways. He supposed the seeds may have use after all.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Sorry, I didn't mean you specifically. I meant like whoever was using fire magic could combust... I could combust. Think of my mana as fuel, the more I have the larger the radius. I'll just spend some mana manipulating nature, I'll be okay. Faith magic can be lethal if you lose control. Channeling faith magic is.. Scary.\"\n\n*There were always a drawback to channeling, faith was by far the most tricky. Healing was the most complex. It required the healer to channel into a person, a connection would forge between the two.*\n\n\"To heal, I have to give a part of myself to the person I'm healing. That is the channel, it allows me to find the source of pain. Allows me to mend what needs to be fixed. Regardless of what happens the patient will be healed. If the connection is severed prematurely, it's the healer who pays for that too.\"\n\n\"So the next time I'm healing your back, don't just decide when it's over. You could have harmed me.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf looked at her dubiously as she stated the potential of him harming her from preventing her from healing him all the way. He doubted that much especially when she seemed fine afterwards.*\"I think I'll take my chances.\"*He'd say. After getting shot in the back by her, the thought of her having to bring her hands anywhere near him for longer than necessary felt like it was bound to warrant more than just a sore back. She was already claiming to have traces of fire magic. Next thing he knows, he'll be sitting around with a severed arm much like the other Vampiress he had met some time ago.*\n\n\"With either luck, I won't be in a situation where you'd have to heal me too much. Well that or end up knocked out that I wouldn't be able to anything to stop it anyways.\"*He'd say, weighing the options. It wasn't too far fetched to say the Elf didn't completely trust her with magic, much like he didn't trust any other mage with magic. There was a difference between swords and walking fireballs waiting to destroy the next structure they walk into. Plus it was already evident enough that Manon wasn't even sure of her own magic. At least when it came to the destructive side which was albeit something someone should be more comfortable with if going to ever get stuck having to use it.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I- You-. You don't understand I can't take those chances. I don't feel comfortable healing you if say you'll walk away again. Depending on how complex the treatment is, how focused I am. You could possibly rend my soul.\" \n\n*At a glance it would be obvious that she wanted to yell just then. The only thing preventing her was their location in the tavern. She didn't like the idea of waiting for Terrel to fall unconscious to potential blood loss before she could heal. But she would if it meant saving herself and him.*\n\n\"Thankfully minor wounds do not run much risk of this happening, it'll still hurt though. Not like you seem to care.\"\n\n*Reaching forward and turning the page. She decided that explaining the colours and symbols were not worth the time. She could read some later so she ended up sliding the book to him.*\n\n\"Any questions.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would raise an eyebrow, just waiting for her to lash out at him for deciding how long he wanted to be healed. With her seemingly deciding against it, the Elf would eventually turn away from her and look back at the book. Part of him felt she was being overly dramatic, but what did he know about healing magic? Guess that was a read for another time.\n\nWith her turning the page and moving the book over to him, he'd assume that she wanted him to keep it for the night. It was at least something to read before going to sleep. In her asking if he had any questions, he'd look back at her and close the book.*\"Yeah. When are you planning on actually test running your fire magic?\"*Better sooner than later he figured. If she was going to be afraid of having it then it was merely a waste of talent and Terrel figured the magic was just a bit too useful for that to just happen.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"About that. I don't think you'll be needing to buy a room for me much. I'll be outside practicing all night.\"\n\n*She couldn't ignore the fact she had fire magic, it was now the most important thing for her to work on. Someone was bound to get hurt if left uncheck. For that reason she decided that she'd practice at night, probably alone.*\n\n\"I hope you sleep well for the two of us.\"\n\n*She slid out of the booth and walked her way over to the tavern door. She remembered a body of water outside of the city wall. Where else would she practice throwing balls of fire if not for a lake She glaced at Terrel, a hint of fright in her eyes as she walked out of the tavern.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Right...\"*He'd say, watching her walk out of the tavern. At first he didn't make so much of a move to follow her, looking back down at the book before turning it back to the chapter that went over fire magic. Fire magic. He'd think about to himself before resting his head on his hand. That's what he would have chosen. \n\nWith some time passing, the Elf would eventually stand up and bring the book to rest under his arm, soon heading out of the Tavern in following the Vampire. He supposed at this point if she ended up burning part of the city down, she'll need some person to drag her away from the repercussions of it. That or an audience to find amusement in it. Either worked really. He'd have no right to laugh knowing his own history with magic, but still he found it hard to help himself at times.\n\nAs the Elf would make his way out the door to the cool air outside, he'd glance out in the direction she was heading in, soon following after her as a stark shadow against the night in allowing her to keep the distance she had already made in her head start.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She slipped out of the city entirely and walked down stone path for quite some time. She was too focused what she would need to do to realize Terrel was following her. Occasionally she bent forward to collect sticks. Starting a campfire would be the most simple starting point.*\n\n*With a bunch of sticks in her arms she finally walked down to the lake. Shortly after she began stacking the sticks with some rocks circling. She doubted the rocks would help much if she lost control. Then she kneeled beside the sticks and held her hand out, hoping to conjure flames from her hand.*\n\n*She allowed her mind to drift from memory to memory, focusing on only the good things. Meeting Floof, Sorrel, Shuvah in the library. Her mind drifted to the laugh and smile Terrel had when talking to his animals and Okami when riding his horse. She opened her eyes to see an unlit campfire.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would follow her out of the city, watching her occasionally picking up sticks on her way out into the forests where no one else could witness her use of fire. As the nature would begin to take up the area, replacing the more concrete city, the Elf would keep himself more cautious as he followed her. Things were more flammable out here, something he'd rather not get caught up in with his carelessness.\n\nWith her finally stopping to begin setting up a campfire, he'd find himself taking a seat some distance away from her. Setting the book down on his lap, he'd turn back to the original chapter they had been looking on. Fire Magic. He'd glance up seeing her holding her hands out to the makeshift campfire without anything seemingly happened.\n\nIf not for his own experience, he'd suspect that she was wrong about having fire magic. Though he was sure something must have happened to warrant the thought. It was merely a matter of waiting at this point for when it came to magic, anything beyond knowing it's there was just up to the spellcasters to figure out at times.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She was half expecting something to happen, that's why she created a fire near the water's edge. If anything were to happen it wouldn't be hard to fix. She sat there for hours, replaying the same happy thoughta with no success at all. It was beginning to frustrate her, with the frustration came less positive thoughts.*\n\n*As her mind dipped into the repressed feelings that she carried with. The death of her family, was the first to come up. How much she missed her family and friends. She embraced those feelings of sorrow as she tried to conjure flame. Still the campire remained unlit. \nShe thought about Okami, the stupid grin on his face when he said she created more harm than good as a healer. The thought made her blood boil, made her frustrated at being laughed at. She didn't feel the heat on her hands, didn't hear the cackling of wood.*\n\n*Something was off about the flame, it was not natural in the way it grew. The small pile of sticks wouldn't produce a flame rhe size of a person. But she was too absorbed in her feelings to notice the flame licking at her face. Next came the thought of Terrel who called her a horrible healer, it only served to add fuel to the flame before her. It wasn't long before the flame was whipping from side to side, spraying embers in a directions other than where she sat.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He would sit in silence for a while, toying around with the thin blades of grass in his boredom of waiting for something happen. Maybe nothing would happen. After all she planned to be out here all night and there was no telling how long it would take to figure out her own powers.\n\nThen would come the sound of crackling, the lighting of a flame as Terrel would quickly look back up to see the campfire kindled with the light of the fire. He would have figured that she would have stopped at that, being able to at least get some use out of her magic, but no, the fire seemed to continue to grow with hardly much reaction from the Vampiress of it.\n\nSurely, she did notice it or worst case she couldn't hurt herself with her own magic, could she? He wasn't actually too sure himself. Higher and higher the flames grew unnaturally, spraying small sparks of light everywhere around her yet still avoiding the Vampiress. He supposed it was smart of her to keep near the water, though even then it didn't seem she was controlling it so much as letting the fire run wild.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She thought about all the doctors that refused to take her in just because she had fangs. Calling her dangerous just from her appeareance alone. If dangerous was all people feared, why not give them a reason to fear? Was a freak after all, that's all anyone saw.*\n\n*The first flame that scorached her hand was what brought her back. Her eyes opening and her head immediately tilting back to witness the flame. She was rushing onto her feet as she scrambled towards the water, dodging the magically enthralled flames that whipped in front of her. She let herself fall to deep into her thoughts, created a hole for the magic to come out. Regardless of what she wanted, the flame began claiming her Mana.*\n\n*Her panicked movements slowed until she stopped all together. It looked as if she saw something in the flames, something that caught and held her attention. She didn't seem to care about the mini-fireballs that began burning the grass in the immediate surroundings. Even the vampire was took multiple hits without flinching.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would watch her suddenly come to, quickly scrambling away from her own fire in a panic before coming to a stop. Something was wrong, that was definite, especially in her seemingly being fine with all the fire falling around her. Did she already become consumed in the fire magic to where it hardly caused her to flinch or was she merely paralyzed in it?\n\nOne part of Terrel thought about heading down there, the other part decided against possibly turning into bacon upon stepping within the radius.*\"Manon.\"*He'd say as if to get her attention, his tone keeping calm in knowing what she was capable of while in a panic.\n\nHe wasn't sure what kind of a world she was in right now to be taking hits from the fire without so much as reacting, but surely in being a vampire it had to hurt a little bit. If not though, he'd rather not throw himself into the flames for it, instead simply standing up to make himself more noticeable in comparison to his originally resting place while he'd hold the book in one arm.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*All mages had a reserve of Mana, a resource that should never be touched. It was the only thing keeping a mage from passing out when reaching the bottom. It was that feeling that kept Manon in place. Her natural well of mana was consumed entirely. It felt like an entity was grabbing her by the throat. The flames were not satsified with her so far and continued to draw forth her energy.*\n\n*She didn't hear Terrel call out to her, couldn't see him either. It didn't matter in the end as the flames abruptly reduced to a normal sized fire. Simultaneously her knees buckled from underneath her. The last few seconds of consciousness she saw was the ground rapidly approaching her face. She wanted to catch her fall but she felt so slow compared to the rate she fell. She hardly felt the ground as she hit it, and then she saw nothing at all.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would stay where he was for a moment, soon watching as the fire would die down followed by the Vampiress collapsing over. Magic was really that draining wasn't it? He'd wait for a while, half expecting Manon to get back up and, in not seeing anything, he'd gradually make his way down to her.\n\nWith any luck, she didn't get a concussion from the fall because the Elf doubted he could do anything about it. Nearing her, he would place the book down, crouching down to her level before before he would gently nudge her shoulder.*\"Manon.\"*He'd say again, shaking her a bit harder in knowing it took a lot more to awaken the Vampiress when she was sleeping alone.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Her arms and hands hand burns trailing up to her shoulders. Faint traces of burns could be seen on her neck and cheeks as well. She had been roasting from being that close to the raging fire. Now she had plenty of blisters to show for it.*\n\n*She didn't reply to shaking, her fire magic took her energy and then took more. Unlike all the other wounds, these burns didn't seem to heal over time. If they did, it was much slower without a hand from her Faith magic. If it wasn't for her shallow breathing she could've been mistaken for dead.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*A frown would etch its way cross his face as his gaze traveled down along the burns covering her skin. He'd roll her over, listening in silence to make sure she was still breathing before eventually drawing his hand away. She had really done a number on herself with the fire magic and to think not long ago he had watched a pyromancer wield it with such ease. Everyone was different he supposed and fire was probably harder for someone who knew little about it.*\"I think that's enough for one night...\"*He'd say quietly, a feeling of doubt coursing through him over her being able to hear him. He'd move his arms underneath her, carefully picking her up so as to not irritate the burns anymore than they probably were already. \n\nThe Elf would allow her head to rest on his shoulder in him Princess carrying her, soon reaching down with his other hand to grab the book and bring it up to rest on her stomach for the sake of making it easier for him to carry both. He'd take a glance back at the damage dealt to the area, most of which found itself saved by the water nearby.*\"Maybe you need a teacher...\"*He'd say, soon turning away from it as he would begin making progress back to the tavern. His muscles ached and, with each step, he was reminded of how much he already had to walk found back and forth from the main city. Sleeping in never sounded much nicer.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She hung loosely within his grasp, her head tilted back over his arms. Even across her neck had burn blisters across the surface. Her arm swung with every step, aside for the occasional muscle spasms she gave. If she wasn't unconscious she'd be screaming in agony from these burns. It was safe to say they did not come from the flame itself as her clothing remained mostly intact. She had infact been burning from the inside due to the fire.*\n\n*It wasn't until they nearly reached city gates before she awoken. A quick gasp of air before a hand slapped across her mouth. A loud muffled scream met the palm of her hand. Every single spot her body touched was soaring with pain. Often doctors ask on a scale between 1 and 10, this was a 10. Multiple 10's.*\n\n*She tried her best to heal but she had no energy left. She couldn't even think without her mind being overwhelmed with pain.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would begin to slow at her awakening, glancing down at her with her muffled scream catching his attention in the silence the night brought.*\"I know...\"*He'd say, picking his pace up to continue his progression to the Tavern.*\"I know...\"*Whether or not the Elf knew just exactly how much pain she was in, was debatable, but he'd rather not have to carry a screaming vampire all the way back to the tavern. Barely any light remained of the city with most having gone to sleep by now and, with each step he got closer to the Tavern he could only get himself to imagine the relief of rest if only he was so fortunate to allow himself any.\n\nHe'd near the door of the tavern, having to use his foot to pull back on it and open it just enough to allow him inside with his hands already full. By now, the main room was practically empty, even the bartender seemingly absent from their post. The Elf wouldn't linger however, turning to head towards the stairs. Going up the stairs was another story.*\"Are you unable to heal yourself?\"*He'd try to question her, glancing down at the Vampiress. He already knew she had drained herself from all the magic use, but even then he wasn't sure if that was what was preventing her from healing or the pain she must be going through.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*By the time they reached the tavern she had screamed so much that her vocal cord were strained. But even that didn't stop her from trying. She was wishing for the end to claim her. It was simply too much to bare.*\n\n*His question didn't reach her, she couldn't process any more information other than the burns she sustained. Even her shirt and long skirt antagonized the burns across her body. Even though they were in the tavern, she felt like she was being burnt alive.*\n\n*The moment they reached the room, she extended her hand towards the vials of artificial blood. She didn't care if they were potentially bad or not. Either it'd kill her or save her. Both outcomes were accepted by the Vampire by this point.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Manon screaming the whole way, the Elf would come to assume that healing was already no longer an option. Eventually reaching the room, he'd slowly bring her over to the bed and would place her down atop it as he'd gaze down to her.\n\nAs Manon would reach for one of the blood vials, he'd grab her arm as if to stop the idea.*\"Manon you know those will just make you sick.\"*He'd say. Surely she wasn't needing blood at this instant, but with whatever pain she going through he wasn't sure just how straight she was thinking.\n\nDid blood heal vampires? If they did, surely the same blood that had her vomiting up her stomach wasn't a viable choice.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Her back arched to reduce the amounts of burns she laid upon. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes before slide down towards her ears. She gazed at the container that held the vials of blood. She clenched her teeth together when she lowered her back onto the bed. Her mouth opened to give voice to jolts of pain she felt, but her voice was too raw.*\n\n*The most she could do to ease the pain was laying absolutely still. The only signs of her still being alive was the small breaths she took and the occasional blinks. Every so often she shifted slightly which was enough for a raspy cry to fill the space.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd look between her and the vials, soon watching the Vampiress grow still on the bed in silent pain. The Elf didn't have any medicinal supplies he could use on her to ease the pain and, with Manon not being able to heal herself, it seemed she was stuck having to sit in agony. That or try out the blood vials they already had, but she had already weakened herself so much that it was a wonder of what the vials would do to her.*\"Alright... Alright...\"*He'd say with a sigh, reaching over to grab one of the vials.\n\nWith few options to be able to cure the burns of the Vampiress, he'd remove the cork and shift his hand under her head to help elevate it so that she could drink from the vial as he'd bring it to her lips. The Elf assumed that she would drink it regardless, but it was better to have her not gagging on it on the way down.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She drank the contents of the vial as it poured onto her tongue. It tasted exactly like the last vial and hoped it didn't mean the same outcome was in store. Drinking the blood didn't heal her outright but it could give her enough mana to begin the process.*\n\n*It took a few minutes before a faint purple glow eminated off her figure. At first glance it seemed that none of her burns had healed, at least none that were on her arms or neck. She focused the small amount of mana on the burns covering her back. Soon she was able lay down without almost waking the tavern.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd watch the purple glow appear, a sign that her healing was back if not temporarily. The Elf allowed her head to drop back down, looking back at the empty vial. Did the blood give her back the mana she lost? He'd turn it over in his hand, looking over at the other vials as their amount was gradually reducing. The Elf would rather use them now than not at all if it came down to it. Her burns were still there, leaving him to believe that she was trying to heal much deeper wounds.\n\nAt least she was quiet now, that was enough to relieve the tavern of the stress. He'd place the empty vial back with the others, soon leaning over the edge of the bed as he looked down at her.*\"Need another one?\"*He'd try to ask her, unsure if she had gotten her voice back in the time she took to heal. It was probably bad to give her multiple vials, knowing what just one did, but it seemed like the only real way of getting her to heal herself.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She didn't give any notion about the vials. She was already exhausted from walking nearly all day in the sun. This catastrophe with her fire training was far too much for her body to withstand. She was finally able to close her eyes after somewhat healing the burns on her back. Shifting still agitated her body but far less than her front.*\n\n*She allowed sleep to sweep over her, or maybe it was death. Either way it was welcomed compared to what she had just gone through. She hoped that the vial wasn't poisoned as well, so far it seemed not the case. She wasn't looking forward to when she needed to light that well again. If she had attempted it inside the tavern, it would've burned to the ground.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With her silence, Terrel would place the empty vial next to the others, assuming she had fallen asleep for the night with any notion of the light rise and fall of her chest. It was probably wrong to assume that she would be fine for the night, but at this point the Elf had found himself rid of other options. The exhaustion weighed heavily on his shoulders much like having to carry her and the book all the way back. \n\nHe'd reach his hand over to grab the tome, moving it off the bed and onto the floor to give her the extra space before his shoulders would eventually slump.*\"Night Manon...\"*The Elf would say, slowly turning away. At first he considered just heading back to his room for the night, though he figured it may as well be better to stay close for the night in the event of her waking up screaming again. He'd draw towards the door, closing it before turning and heading over to the desk for the time being. Had he any more energy in the day, he would have had to read himself to sleep, but fortunately his own exhaustion made even a chair feel comfortable at this point. He'd take a seat, allowing his head to rest on his arms for a brief moment as the room would darken, soon allowing him to doze off just enough to get some rest in.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She closed her eyes and focused on healing herself. It would take a while but by the time Terrel woke up she would be nearly finished. The charred skin was back to it's normal pristine pale colour. She would need a good shower. She decided against a bath as she had a lot of dead skin. Someone could have confusednher for a shedding lizard oe snake. At most she felt tender all over, residue feelings from a wound that recently healed.*\n\n*At least she knew anger was an emotional trigger into her destructive side. She hated the idea of fire before last night, she definitely hated it now. Quietly she left the bed and decided to head to Terrel's room instead. She locked herself into his bathroom so she could clean herself without the fear of waking him from his sleep. She decided to use colder water today, seeing how she spent enough time on fire.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would shift in his sleep, his eyes opening to narrowed slits under his mask. He wasn't conscious of the vanished Vampiress, not at first anyways as he would gradually sit up and rub at his sore back. Comfortable to sleep in or not, the after effects of dozing off in a chair were always there. The Elf would straighten each leg in turn, eventually convincing himself to get up and stretch more fully before looking over at the empty bed.\n\nIt took a moment to process, though as his head would eventually click from the events before he'd suddenly remember the half dead Vampiress sleeping there early.*\"Manon?\"*He'd question, mostly to himself in knowing that there was no one else around. Where had she gone off to? He doubted someone would have come in and stolen her in the night. Perhaps she felt healthy enough to finally get up. Hopefully she wasn't getting herself into trouble somewhere. \n\nHe'd look down at the book on the floor, reaching down to the oversized Grimoire as he would pick it up. Never before had he witnessed someone getting hurt by their own magic. He supposed he got to see something new everyday. The Elf would come to sit down on the bed, reopening the book until he could find a page regarding faith magic. He was half aware of faith, only nature that really seemed more foreign to him at times, but for now faith was a good start.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She finished her rather long shower when she finally felt satsified that she got all the skin off. Today she decided to throw on a light blue top and a tan skirt. Something a little more colourful than her normal attire. Manon placed all the supplies she used back to their normal position before returning to her room.*\n\n*She figured it would be polite to knock on the wall before entering. First she pulled the covers from the bed and tossed them into the bathroom for later. She could only imagine what they looked like after last night. After shutting the bathroom she turned to face\n Terrel*\n\n\"Thanks for finding me.\"\n\n*Was all she said in a faint semi-raspy voice. Her vocal cords weren't damaged, just strained from all the yelling she did. Healing the strain would requre more conscious thought than she was willing to do at this moment.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would take a seat on the now empty bed as Manon removed the sheets off of it, mostly engrossed in the grimoire.*\"Wasn't hard.\"*He'd say back to her casually, finally looking up from the book to gaze at her.*\"Never really left my sight.\"\n\n*It seemed she must have cleaned herself off in the time she was gone, seemingly recovered for the most part save for the sound of her voice. That could have simply been from the screaming though which left him wondering if one could heal vocal coords as well. At least it seemed the blood must have helped. Maybe that was another thing to look into. Vampires being able to heal themselves with blood.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I guess I can't really complain.\"\n\n*She leaned over slightly to catch a glance at what he was reading. She figured out the topic rather quickly after reading a few lines. She half expected him to be reading about fire, not faith.*\n\n\"Are you interested in faith magic? You don't really feel the type. There is no evidence backing personality types to schools of magic but.. I like to believe the caretakers find Faith or faith finds them. You give off an ice/water feeling.\"\n\n*It was far too much talking for her, certain sounds just failed to produce any noises. Letters like F's and Th's just came as whispers*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Being asked if he was interested in faith magic, Terrel would simply say:*\"No, but with a voice like that, I figured you'd be.\"*The Elf would place the book down on his lap, patting at the bed in gesture for her to sit down so that she didn't have lean over the book while he read.*\n\n\"Also when were you planning on telling me that blood helps you heal. Could have found more purpose for it than just using it for eating. Or at least it would actually give an extra reason for buying it.\"*The Elf would say aloud, deciding to focus more on faith magic after the events of yesterday with fire. The Elf didn't see himself as much of a faith user either, though it did leave him wondering what Manon meant by that. Water and ice? It sounded pretty random to him.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I didn't know 'to prevent me from harming others' wasn't a strong enough argument.\"\n\n*She took a seat beside Terrel though with a noticable gap between them. She couldn't say she was thrilled by this turn on events. That her healing from blood was a defining piece of info he needed. Granted she didn't use blood to heal, she always had faith magic for that.*\n\n\"Let's see. It heals me a little. Gives me just a tiny bit of mana. Oh, how could I forget. It makes me want to rip the throat out of people every few days.\" \n\n*She wished she had spent time healing her voice, it was the only thing preventing her from yelling at him. She disliked the implications hidden in his words as well.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd place the book down in the space between them, allowing her to get a chance to look at it while he'd lean back on the bed. The Elf would gaze at her, the tone of annoyance obvious in her showing of sarcasm. He didn't care much for it, but he let her say what she wanted without interruption. Getting oneself hurt that bad was bound to warrant negativity.*\n\n\"Manon there's nothing wrong with its original purpose. It's just finding more that gives it more use. And now we know what to do if you ever run out of mana.\"*He'd say casually. It tended to be hard to allow her to find the positives in things relating to her Vampire side, but he'd attempt to nonetheless.*\"You're a vampire. We both know that now. Any positives to it should at least be a step in the right direction.\"\n\n*He knew that Vampires had more capabilities than that. What they were he had yet to learn, but he doubted he'd get much out of Manon for her hatred of that side of her. The Elf would turn his gaze back down to the book.*\"You want some water?\"*He'd eventually ask her, shifting away from the topic before more spite could be built.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She extended her hand to accept his offer of water. She still didn't understand \"Step in the right direction\" He spoke of. She shook her head from side to side. 'We both know that now' As if last night confirmed something he previously didn't know before.*\n\n*She brought the water to her mouth before tilting her head back. She was far more thirsty than she thought as she finished the contents. Even a bead of water dripped down from the corner of her lip before she finished. She decided to hand the waterskin back to him.*\n\n\"Are you reading this purely for understanding or are you going to practice something with better results than I just had?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Practicing is far out of the question for me and you know that. All I can do with this book is learn what I'm working with. As far as actually going through with it, that will have to be all you.\"*He'd explain as he took the waterskin back.*\"Whether you prefer it or not, I think Fire is a great element to wield despite your 'personality' being the general opposite. It's something to fall back on when healing won't save you.\"\n\n*The Elf couldn't think of much more to explain to her. She wasn't one for destruction or fighting and having an element that was the complete opposite to her would only serve her hatred for it. Internally he wondered if there would ever be a situation where fire was most needed only for the Vampiress to reject the idea of trying it again. The Elf would close the book, sliding it over to her.*\"I can only be the idea person as far as this book allows me, but if you prefer avoiding your own abilities then there's no helping with that.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I can't think of a single situation where you or nature can't solve. Truth is, you don't know what I can do.\"\n\n*She placed a hand on the pages and pushed the book towards Terrel. Shortly after she stood up from the bed and began walking towards the door.*\n\n\"If you think whispering to animals and healing is all I'm capable of, then you should really read the book. I'm going to go lay down, wake me up when it's time for us to leave.\"\n\n*Manon didn't wait for a reply before she left. It was clear that he didn't understand that fire was more than just a destructive school. If God and Goddess did exist, if people were given affinity for magic based on divine intervention. Then one could assume what plans were in store for her. Fire wasn't chaotic, it was unbiased cleansing. It made her wonder what her goals were, if not to be a doctor*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would watch her walk off, not responding before she'd leave to go lay down for a while. She did have a point, he didn't know what she can do. After all, he only ever knew what she showed him. The Elf would gaze down at the book, sudden thoughts of being back in magic school bouncing in his head at the thought of reading it. He did ask for it and if that was the only way he was going to know what a mage was fully capable of without being at the blunt end of their magic, then so be it.*\n\n\"Sleep well Manon...\"*He'd say in a tone so low, she most likely wouldn't hear it. The Elf would open the book and turn to the chapter regarding Nature magic, the other to which he had little knowledge of. It was odd how mechanical most elemental spells seem where areas this required more tactic, but he was going to learn about it one way or another and, with the whole day to his disposal, now was no better time to. He'd lift his legs up onto the bed, coming to lay prone on it as he'd open the book to look through it.*\n\n__**Nature Chapter 1**__" }, { "author": "emberflare", "message": "\\ sure, unless other plot goal?" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Kibaru, Terrel and Manon would have made the way to the White Rose. It was dark at night near closing, with not many patrons in the restaurant. There seems to only be one main entrance.*\n\n*The White Rose is large and grand, comparable to the Blooming Lotus. It instead has a much more European view, with golden gates and twirling vines, white roses lining them.* \n\n*A young man in a suit stands at the entrance, holding a small notebook.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Standing a little ways away from anyone that might overhear the plan, Kibaru decided to go over the plan. He was just roped into this by Terrel and didn't know much detail about it.* \"So what, We just kill everyone inside, or do we have a specific target or targets? Any other way in? What's the plan?\" *He said with a slight tone of impatience*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would look over at the building with a narrowed gaze, internally trying to connect it with the map he was shown earlier. Broken from his thoughts as Kibaru would question him, the Elf would shift his gaze over.*\"Our main target is the owner of this place. A guy with a mustache, white suit, and white rose. Killing anyone else inside would be worthless.\"*He'd explain.*\"After that the place needs to be burned down.\"*He would scan the gates for a moment.*\"There's said to be a secret entrance around here. The main entrance will let us in as long as we're dressed up enough. We could attack at both sides, but until we know what we're dealing with inside, it would probably be best to stay together.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Agreed, But I do think, I'll make a decent distraction... Anymore details. Like why and who exactly this is. Don't want to piss of any more people than necessary. But work is work I guess. That said, I do need more info before charging in\" *He said as he put on his mask and pulling on the string of the bow around him*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I still don't understand why you brought me along, you know how I feel about death and hurting other people.\"\n\n*Manon crossed her arms at her chest, clearly not okay with this type of job. She understood that this was dangerous and they wanted someone who understood healing and faith magic. That being said, they could've done a different job that didn't require the quelling of another's life. She sighed after hearing Okami's plan, she didn't like the idea of him just charging in but she wouldn't like any plan anyways.* \n\n\"Why are we even after this person? Can't we just sort things out by communicating?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well if we don't kill them, they'll probably kill the person that asked us to kill them.\"*He'd say, mostly thinking aloud.*\"It's a complicated story between them I'm sure. I'm just here to get the job done and get my pay from it.\"*Terrel would explain. Her disliking of it was clear, though no healer was needed without someone ending up hurt first. He'd look over to Kibaru.*\"You really think charging in is going to do anything before they get back up?\"*The Elf questioned.*\"I can only relay of what she told me. Didn't disclose much of their information besides being the one in charge of the place. My guess is, these two owners don't get along.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I was just joking. Calm down. I'm stupid, not an idiot\" *He said joking again* \"So about this secret entrance. Expect anyone to guard it. And where is it?\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon turned to face Okami.* \"What's the difference between stupid and idiot, Don't they mean the same thing?\" \n\n*She looked at Terrel for some type of enlightenment on the matter, using this time to not talk about what they were going to do shortly. She found this job to be totally pointless. If someone was going to end up dead today regardless, why were we the ones who had to dirty our hands for someone else? She would've believed the man was an upstanding person, but they're obviously asking for an assassination now.*\n\n\"Anyways, What would you have me do exactly? Assuming I even go in to help that is.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"By my guess I'd say if they wanted to keep it secret, they wouldn't put anyone on the outside to guard. The inside however is another story. We can take that route to get into restaurant where others may least expect it. To any of our luck, we wouldn't have to worry about the customers still around that way.*\"He'd pull his cloak around him to keep his weapons concealed, staring out over the gate.*\"If they catch us on the way there, pretend to be lost long enough to get close then take them out. Same goes for any other resistance.\"*He'd shift his gaze towards Manon.*\n\n\"Said you can heal us right? Just... An extra precaution if things goes south. This place seemingly creates quarrels with others. I wouldn't doubt themselves ready for an attack.\"*Terrel didn't doubt that she could at least put up some of a fight with her capabilities, but asking her to attack others probably would end in debate.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru looked at Manon with her not getting it* \"That's the joke. They are the same thing\" *He then turned his attention to what Terrel had said* \"Well I'm a good enough cook to blend in if the secret entrance lead into a kitchen. Having the outfit would have been nice though. Maybe just take out and unsuspecting cook and take his clothes. Blend in and go to the leader. After we off the guy and leave. Easy\" *Kibaru said knowing full well it wasn't going to be as easy*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"I'll just stay back I guess and pretend I don't hear what you two are doing to others. Also, when I said I can heal, I didn't mean \"Let's go an pick fights.\"\"\n\n*She shifted her attention back to Okami.*\n\n\"And you honestly expect someone to come out and some tailed man just walks in. \"Oh hi, how long have you had tails?\" Does this have to be done today? Can't you two examine the place a little further before walking in and... Yeah..\"\n\n*Sometimes she wondered where Okami got his weird ideas from. Maybe too much action novels when he was younger.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Don't forget having to burn the place down once we're done.\"*He'd remind Kibaru before turning back to Manon.*\"It's like what Okami said, we do missions a lot. Most of which means we're going to be getting into fights.\"*He'd remind her.*\"You can stay back for now, if anything happens we'll retreat back. I already promised to get back in a couple days, so we don't have time to waste.\"\n\n*Terrel would look back to Okami.*\"Can still turn into a Macen, right?\"*He'd ask with a grin, seemingly supporting Kibaru's idea. How long it would work for was hard to determine, but any extra time given would help them later.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*He raised an eyebrow at Manon, but Terrel seem to have been able to answer her question* \"I guess you just don't know much about Kemonomimi, huh manon?\" *He then look at Terre* \"Indeed I can. And the hair would be black as well. Perfect for our current situation, don't you think?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I do indeed.\"*He'd say in a joking tone.*\"Go for it, then.\"*The Elf would tilt his head in the direction for them to head in before beginning to walk off.*\"Let's go check out this secret entrance.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah, Let's see where it leads us too\" *He said with a shrug as he followed Terrel*" } ]

[ { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She sighed, it didn't seem like she was making any headway at convincing the two that this was stupid and foolish. She placed both hands onto her face, specifically over her eyes as she ran her hands against her cheeks. This wasn't what she had in mind when she asked to tag along, if she had to pick between the forest in Ombu or this assault, she'd rather be in the forest.*\n\n\"How far back should I wait then? Outside or am I tagging along for this sneak inside idea?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I would say tag along towards the entrance, maybe be lookout. If things go bad, we'll call for you\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Yeah keep lookout for when we get there. Just make sure you can get to us at a moments' notice. And more importantly, don't get caught.\"*He'd finish.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Well this is as ready as I'll ever be. Next time we are doing a nice job for someone, not whatever this is.\" \n\n*She was not happy to be forced into this at all, this went entirely against what she believed to be right.*" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As the three approach, the suited man smiles.*\n\n\"Hello there! Do you have a reservation? If not, Marcus over here will help you.\"\n\n*Another man behind the door nods, though he seems a bit older.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would simply nod to the man, tilting his head towards Marcus to notify his companions before heading over to him.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah, No reservations. Just here to check out what fine dining is like. A little bit of a chef myself\" *He said with a proud tone. Soon lowering his head a bit* \"But I haven't yet seen what fine dining was like and would like to expand my skill\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Excuse me, is there a restroom I can borrow? I'm sorry for the inconvenience.\"\n\n*Manon dipped her head, for added effect of someone who was actually apologetic. She supposed the bathroom was close enough to the rest without directly witnessing what the two were going to do next.*" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "\"Ah, the outhouse is to the east. It's not very far from here. You can't miss it.\"\n\n*A while away was the outhouse, a decent bit away so that the smell wouldn't reach the restaurant.*\n\n\"I see.\"\n\n*The two men's faces would distort slightly in disdain, but say nothing. Marcus gestures for them to follow him.*\n\n\"Follow me, then. Your lady friend will be escorted to the same table once she is finished.\"\n\n*Marcus heads into the restaurant, into a broad area. The tables draped in white table cloths, decorated with flowers and aptly named white roses. Chandeliers dangled from the ceiling, the crystal reflecting magical light coming from them.*\n\n*To the north is an entrance, presumably to the cooking area.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would follow in silence while the two spoke, mostly focusing on the restaurant as they made their way inside. He had to admit, there wasn't a time he could recall being in a place this fancy. With their being another entryway further north, it could be presumed to be the area for the workers though getting to it without being questioned would most likely be the hard part if that was the case.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would try his best not to laugh at Manon asking for a restroom, but her kept his cool and didn't make a peep. He would casually follow the man named Marcus* \"Wow, so beautiful and neat...\" *He couldn't help but take a few sniffs at the air.* \"And that smells good. Can't wait to have a taste\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "\"Just order something without meat for me, no need to really wait for me to return. Unless they have a wide selection of non-meat meals, I wouldn't mind a look\" *She bowed her had in appreciation before facing her companions. Without another word she headed off towards the outhouse, hoping it would be near enough to the main building that she would hear any call for help. Secretly, or maybe not so secretly, she hoped they wouldn't call for her at all.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The waiter then led them to one of the many tables, laying down 3 menus.*\n\n\"Anything to drink? And anything else you would like to order?\"\n\n*Manon would have to walk a decent bit away to get to the outhouse. Considering the walls, it was unlikely she would be able to hear much, unless people ran outside screaming.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He would take a seat at the table, glancing at one of the menus only for a short while before saying:*\"Just water for me will be fine.\"*He decided to play along in trying to come off that he needed more time for the rest of the order for now until he and Kibaru had enough time to sneak off to the kitchen.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Some wine would be fine. Just not to strong\" *He said as he sat down looking around as if amazed*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "\"Of course.\"\n\n*The waiter leaves for about a minute, then returns with a glass of water, some wine glasses, and a bottle of white wine. As if he'd done it a thousand times, he corks open the bottle and gracefully pours it into one of the glasses in front of Kibaru.*\n\n\"Just call me over when you're ready to order.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would give a brief nod in regard to calling him back whenever he was ready, picking up the menu to look at it while he would wait until the waiter was out of earshot. He'd soon glance over to Kibaru and give a slight tilt of his head in the direction of the door that presumably led to the kitchen.*\"Got any ideas?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Thanks my guy\" *He said as he swirled his wine, took a sniff then a drink* \"Will do man\" *He said to the waiter and the after the waiter went his way, Kibaru would look at Terrel* \"Possibly. Any idea what this person look like? And any idea why he is wanted to be talked too?\" *He said the last part with a different tone implying something diffrent*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"No clue...\"*He'd say in response, playing around the shift in tone with him having described the man prior to them heading inside.*\"Guess you'd have to go see for yourself.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I think we should order and move while the food is readying. Hopefully they'll be distracted. Just order the dish that'll take the most effort... I'll go get Manon\" *He said before raising his hand for the waiter, Then naming the thing that looked like it was going to take long as well as a salad. After he stood up* \"I'm just going to go get our friend ,waiter.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The waiter bows, then heads off to the kitchen. Now would be perfect.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"We'll wait for a little bit\" *He said waiting for about a minute* \"Okay. Let's go\" *He said to Terrel as he started moving towards the Kitchen*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would look around for a brief moment to make sure no one was watching before eventually getting up to follow after Kibaru.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Let's check here first\" *Kibaru would move forwards into the kitchen, seeming completely natural. He entered the kitchen and looked around for their target or any other entrances. The sooner they found him, the better their odds of escaping*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would slowly follow after Kibaru, part of him debating between waiting at the door with the knowledge of there being other people inside, but the other part figuring it would be best not to have Kibaru going in alone. He'd enter the kitchen after him, glancing around to see what there was to work with.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As the two enter, they are stopped by a large, slightly round man who is chopping meat with a massive cleaver. It doesn't appear to be any of the targets.*\n\n\"Ah, so sorry, but you can't be in here.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Oh, sorry. I just wanted to check out the chefs. See, I'm a chef myself. But well, I understand, don't want your recipe's getting out or it might be bad for business. Sorry to bother you. I just figured it was worth a shot to see if I could learn a few things\" *Kibaru said as he bowed slightly to the man before turning back around. Didn't seem their target was hear, so no use staying. He said before going towards the wine cellar, assuming no one was looking at them*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would watch as Kibaru would back out of the kitchen once more upon seeing the man wasn't one of their targets. This really was going to be a wild goose chase at this rate. The Elf would shift his gaze towards the man with the cleaver after Kibaru would leave, eventually dipping his head in a slight bow as well before turning away and following Kibaru off to the wine cellar.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The man nods, smiling, before returning to chopping meat.*\n\n*The wine cellar is devoid of people, and is filled with wine barrels. There's only two rows of them, one on each side. Hu Lang has said something about it being at the end.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Mmm, well. Here we are. I have no idea what I'm looking for here. Have any clues Terrel?\" *Kibaru asked as he looked at some of the wine. Maybe they had something really exotic or fine aged. Kibaru wasn't one for drinking, but he was still a merchant and didn't want to just go burning down valuable history. Maybe they could even get something to drink after this is done*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would walk further into the wine cellar, looking for anything that may signify there being a secret entrance somewhere.*\"Should be somewhere around the far-end of it.\"*He'd say.*\"See if you can find anything.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Terrel would be able to recall Hu Lang saying something about a barrel.*\n\n*Kibaru ends up finding some extremely high quality wine labeled in the barrels. Should he open them, he would find the bottles corked inside.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Wow\" *Kibaru said with his eyes lighting up* \"These guys are most definitely coming with me... Bet Addy would enjoy some too\" *He said the last sentence softly to himself* \"Hey Terrel. Any luck?\" *He asked as he continued on looking through all the wine. For nothing of importance, just to kill time while Terrel Searched for the entrance*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would continue along the wall in the back, investigating each Barrel in trying to find the one that Hu Lang had mentioned.*\"Not yet.\"*He'd answer back.*\"No luck either?\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As Terrel opens the barrels one by one, he would eventually find one that didn't contain bottles of wine. Rather, he would instead find a ladder going down, and a completely dark room.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Got something. Looks like it goes further down.\"*He'd say before turning to look back over to Kibaru.*\"Ready to see where this thing leads?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"What- Oh, Yeah\" *Kibaru said as he turned around and walked towards Terrel* \"I guess I'll go first\" *Kibaru said as he went down the ladder.* \"I'll Tell you if it's safe\"" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*As Kibaru begins to descend, the pair can hear the sound of a metal tray hitting the floor. A waiter has suddenly entered the room, who had thought he was going to get some wine; instead, he found the two kitchen wanderers from before doing something to a wine barrel. He turns and runs into the kitchen, and out comes the big man with his cleaver.*\n\n\"Just lost, eh?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would watch Kibaru descend down into whatever room sat below, waiting for some time while the Okami could use the chance to look around. Eventually he'd open his mouth to ask if he could see anything, only to fall silent at the additional voice. A familiar one.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru had enough and attacks*\n\n```\nHP: 47 / 47\nFocus: 6 / 6\nRage: 4 / 4\n\nMovement: 6\nAttack 1: Hakurai VS Butcher / 8 / 0 / Shock\nAttack 2: Hakurai VS Butcher / 6 / 0 / Shock\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He would give a sigh, soon unsheathing sword as he would rush up to attack the chef.*\n\n```HP: 104/104\nFocus: 11/11\n\nMovement: 5\nAttack 1: / 20 / 18 / Greatsword Attack\nAttack 2: / 16 / 21 / Greatsword Attack```" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Despite his large demeanor, the large man was indeed quite strong. He successfully avoids Kibaru's swings, and deflects one of Terrel's with his cleaver. The greatsword seems to scratch his stomach, only to be met with the metallic ring of a cuirass.*\n\n*In return, Terrel suffers a cut to his arm.*\n\n*The fat man yells out, realizing the trouble he's in.*\n\n\"Tell everyone to evacuate, and get me backup, now!\"\n\n*People start yelling and screaming, running out of the building.*\n```Terrel takes 12 damage!\nFat man defends and attacks!```\n\n```Reaction Phase```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With the sound of his sword hitting metal, Terrel would narrow his eyes. This person was prepared for a fight and it was only a matter of time until others would join him. As the man would suddenly lash out at him, Terrel would raise his sword to try to shield himself from the brunt of the attack, still getting scathed in the process.* \n\n```HP: 98/104\nFocus: 11/11\n\nAttack 1: / Protect, 6 damage negated /```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Getting lucky once more, the fat man takes advantage of Terrel blocking with his sword, slicing him again.*\n```Terrel takes 12 damage!```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would wince it pain, soon bringing his sword back to slash at the man again.*\n\n```HP: 86/104\nFocus: 11/11\n\nMovement: N/A\nAttack 1: / 25 / 13 / Great Sword (Fire) \nAttack 2: / 14 / 13 / Great Sword (Fire)```" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Same as before*\n\n```\nHP: 47 / 47\nFocus: 6 / 6\nRage: 4 / 4\n\nMovement: 6\nAttack 1: Hakurai VS Butcher / 13 / 0 / Shock\nAttack 2: Hakurai VS Butcher / 5 / 0 / Shock\n```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The restaurant is now chaos. Clashing of steel against steel causes the customers inside to panic and stampede outside, causing a massive ruckus. A few end up trampling over each other. Looks like they might get hurt.*\n\n*Terrel's first swing strikes true, dealing the first blow against the man. Ouch.*\n\n*Terrel himself takes a blow.*\n```Terrel takes 5 damage\nButcher takes 13 damage```\n\n```Reaction Round```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Upon taking a blow himself, Terrel would swing back at the man to counterattack him.*\n\n```HP: 81/104\nFocus: 11/11\n\nMovement: N/A\nAttack 1: / 28 / 22 / Greatsword Riposte (Fire)```" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Terrel ends up being slashed by the cleaver once more.*\n\n```Terrel takes 12 damage\nReaction phase over```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru yet to make a successful attack decides to trying being a little bit reckless*\n\n```\nHP: 47 / 47\nFocus: 6 / 6\nRage: 0\nDefense: (15) 16 - 1\nMovement: 0\nAttack 1: Hakurai VS Butcher / 27 / 9 (18) / Sundering\nAttack 2: Hakurai VS Butcher / 6 / 0 / Sundering\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would take the opportunity to attack the Butcher alongside Kibaru, working to knock him off his guard.*\n\n```HP: 69/104\nFocus: 10/11\nDefense: (19) 17 + 2\nMovement: N/A\nAttack 1: / 19 / 20 / Greatsword Feint\nAttack 2: / 14 / 19 / Greatsword Trip```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The man just dies. Terrel ends up cutting off his head, leaving a charred, bleeding stump.*\n\n*Even more people are screaming and panicking, and the pair can hear rustling from both the kitchen and the secret entrance.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*It was so chaotic on the main level. She had to fight her way inside, through all the panicking people, nearly getting trampled herself. Once she got inside however she couldn't see any traces of her companions, she wasn't nearly as concerned for Terrel or Okami as she was for a middle-aged lady that seemed unconscious on the floor. She ran over to the lady, kneeling at her side as she placed her hand onto the female's stomach.*\n\n*The Druid gave one more look around, hoping to find someone with a mask or tails before sighing to herself. 'This is why, None of these people needed to go through this over some dumb job.' She thought to herself before she began healing the unconscious woman. Thankfully, she could navigate the injury using her magic, leaving her free to look and listen for any indications of what was going on further within.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Hearing a potential pincer attack, Kibaru grabbs some bottles and moves to the ladders. Ready to chuck some bottles down at the foe. And if they got too close to the top of the ladder, he would take out his katana and start hacking and stabbing*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would turn his gaze towards the opposite door, the sounds of the chaos managing to reach his ears just as easily as the rustling coming from either side of them. The reinforcements would be arriving soon and only barely had they managed to take the first one out in time. Terrel let out an audible grown, the wear and tear from the areas where he was hit seething with his mind now split between it and the impending danger.\n\nTimes like this a healer would have been fortunate, but they had left Manon behind in the promise of retreating back to her when it came to it. That didn't seem like much of a possibility now with the potential of them getting attacked on both sides. He'd gradually make his way over to the opposite door, holding his sword at the ready while letting out a deep sigh. What were the chances of this working amidst the chaos? They'd be more fortunate if she were to even come with the restaurant in shambles.*\"MANON!\"*He'd yell out.*" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Her head turned towards the kitchen, she could've sworn she heard her name faintly in the distance. It was then that she noticed people more people flooding from the kitchen area, enough so that she was convinced that something was going on in that direction. The Vampiress turned her head back to the woman, offering words of comfort and a promise that she would return. She doubted her words reached the unconscious woman, nonetheless she moved the woman out of the hoard's way before standing upright. Once again she had to fight past people to reach her destination, narrowly missing shoulders and elbows in the process.* \n\n*She looked around the room for another room but didn't find anything. Manon swore she heard her name somewhere around here. The girl walked over to the fridge and opened it, almost surprised to see raw food and ingredients. She supposed having some secret entrance in the form of a fridge would be rather obvious, especially if she searched it first. She was torn between searching further or returning to the people she knew was injured in the dining area*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*More chaos, though nothing indicating that the Vampiress had heard him. With Kibaru busy at the secret entrance, there was only a matter of time until they were at his side as well. He would take a deep inhale of air, having to shove back the gruffness of his voice to make himself more audible.*\"MANON!\"*He'd yell out again, his voice coming from the cellar opposite of the kitchen. The Elf would eventually fall silent again, the yelling alone being enough to strain his voice if he went on any more.*\"Come on Manon... Come on...\"*He'd say in a lower tone, mostly to himself in little expectation the more time that passed.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Manon whirled around, now having confirmation that she wasn't hearing things. It sounded like it was coming from the back of the kitchen somewhere. Eventually she made her way over to the cellar. She noticed the beheaded individual person first and halted completely, not even registering Terrel standing at the entrance. On either side of her, her hands balled into fists as she took in the horrific sight of someone without their head attached. She didn't even need to move her head to follow the trail of blood to the lifeless decapitated head on the ground. It was enough to kick her flight response into overdrive, every part of her urged her legs to turn around and follow the panicking people in the room next door.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Manon making her way into the Cellar, the Elf would shift his gaze towards her. A hand would suddenly reach out to grab her arm, pulling her over to him in one quick motion as he would quickly whisper in a low voice:*\"Don't panic, it's just us.\"*It seemed she didn't notice the Elf at first to which he found need to make quick confirmation before ending up getting blasted like the last time he took her by surprise.*\"We don't have much time.\"*He'd continue, turning to face towards. Adrenaline rushed through him internally at the knowledge of other people soon coming to join the fight, time soon running short the longer they took.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"You, What's up Manon!?\" *Kibaru asked seeing her come in* \"Glad you could join us... But maybe give Terrel a little attention. He's looking a little banged up\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She stumbled over her own feet as Terrel pulled her inside. She instinctually pulled her arm back out of fear of who it was before Terrel's voice reached her ears. It wasn't even to relax her stiffened arms but she no longer pulled against his grasp. Eventually she looked up at Terrel's face though it was evident that she didn't truly see him. She was panicking as well, like anyone else would in this situation. His words didn't even reach her ears, her eyes didn't even register that his lips were moving as she just stared up at him.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Manon. The healing.\"*He'd say as if to remind her of her own ability in the midst of the situation. The Elf could tell she was scared, but there wasn't much time to settle that with a fight on their hands.*\"Please.\"*He'd add, holding his injured arm out to her, thing traces of blood threatening to trickle down from where the Butcher had managed to cut him. The Elf could recall her mentioning healing not working very well through armor, but now wasn't the time to remove it. He'd only have to work with what he could get in the meantime.*\"Before more come.\"" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*Eventually she would look down at Terrel's outstretched arm. Her hands falling underneath his wrist and elbow as she held him. The healer doubted she could give him sufficient healing, not like before. Her hands began to glow purple as she sent forth her healing magic into his wounded arm, a more simple heal than what she normally did. This wouldn't feel soothing at all, in fact it wouldn't feel like much of anything. Pain wouldn't subside at all either, but his arm would be mended up good as new. This is why she usually opted for a longer heal, something to also deal with the pain.* \n\n```\nHP: 37/ 37\n\nFocus: 0/0\nBlood Charge 1/3\n\nMovement:0\n\n\n```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would hold still, watching the purple glow run across his arm as the cuts would seal up from it. It didn't feel any different to him, the pain still lasting as if they were still there, but he supposed he shouldn't have expected anymore of it.*\"They'll be coming in soon... It's best if you stay back in the midst of it...\"*He'd say to her, tightening his hold on his greatsword as he'd stand back to his full height.*\"It seems they were prepared for a fight... Wearing armor as if they knew this was coming...\"\n\n```HP: 99/104\nFocus: 10/11```" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She looked towards the exit, tempted to leave before she got caught within the battle as well. She could probably be of better use to those outside who got trampled than here with her companions. She maintained her hold onto Terrel's arm as her hands turned from purple to green. She didn't explain to him what the spell was going to do, It was more a self-defense type of incantation than an offensive one. Nonetheless it would bestow the offensive half of her nature magic around Terrel. It always worked well against animals, they were weak enough that the poison aura would either kill them or make them flee from the druid during her nights alone.* \n\n``` HP: 37/ 37\n\nFocus: 0/0\nBlood Charge 1/3\n\nMovement:0\nAttack 1 Ivy Thorn Shield onto Terrel \n ```\n*With that she turned around with the intent of leaving before more enemies showed up.*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would watch as the light would shift from purple to green. Nature magic. The Elf was glad he could at least retain some information from the book, but it didn't explain what she did.*\"What are you-\"*He began, only for her to turn away, seemingly about to leave. The Elf supposed he wasn't going to get any information. Maybe that was something he'll have to find out later.*\"Stay safe.\"*He'd say simply, deciding to save any extra chatter for when they left this place. They can continue fighting for now. That's all that mattered currently.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Manon!\" *Kibaru would scream out* \"We need your god damn help here! Would you rather us die over these thugs in disguise!?\" *Kibaru exclaimed with rage. Right now his mind wasn't clear enough to feel any sympathy towards Manon. All he cared about right now was staying alive and keeping Terrel alive*" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*From the kitchen, a loud crash can be heard as the ice chest is shoved aside, revealing an open trapdoor. Yet another secret entrance is moved aside; one Tian hadn't accounted for. Out of the trapdoor, a tall, almost lanky brayer would jump out, wearing a suit and wielding nothing.*\n\n\"Ah, so this is the trouble that we had. Seems like Fat Andy couldn't take care of yah.\"\n\n*He pounds his fists together, and points at Terrel.*\n\n*From Kibaru's side, another opponent can be seen down below, wielding a longsword. It's the mercenary Hu Lang had described; tall, muscular, and bearded. He seems to be wearing Brigandine. However, there's another person behind him, wearing robes. It's unknown who that is.*\n\n\"Might as well come down here and fight us, eh?\"\n\n*Kibaru can't see much down there at all, not to mention that that's only one part of the secret room.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah, I think I'll pass. How about you try and come up baldy\" *Kibaru said to the group below with a smirk on his moth. Keeping his guard up, aspexially for something that might be flying his way. He'd expect as much with their current predicament* \"Hey Terrel. Found him\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Seeing the Brayer making his way in through yet another a trapdoor, the Elf would say:*\"They're really planning on getting their money's worth with all these secret entrances aren't they?\"*He'd say, raising his Greatsword in readying to fight the Brayer.*\"Take care of the other ones for now. I'll try to keep the cow busy.\"*The Elf would suddenly dart towards him, swinging his blade at the Brayer in lashing out at him.*\n\n```HP: 99/104\nFocus: 10/11\n\nMovement: N/A\n\nAttack 2: / 9 / 22 / Greatsword (Fire)```" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Terrel's Greatsword slash cuts the Brayer, leaving a visible wound. The Brayer himself steps back, and fires a seemingly impossibly long flicker jab; the fist itself doesn't connect, but the elf can see the air itself fire from his hand and slam into his face. Terrel would feel a weakness in his legs; he wouldn't be able to move next round.*\n\n*The Brayer's skin seems to glow with runes; almost glowing gold.*\n\n*Several glows come from behind the swordsman, revealing multiple figures. Spellcasting, affecting the swordsman and 4 other people. One after another, they step up the ladder and walk up the wall to attack Kibaru, though only the first swordsman and another suited man are able to attack him, with the former provoking an OA by climbing up the wall.*\n```Terrel takes 44 damage and is Crippled!\nKibaru gets an OA!\nMoo takes 12 damage!```\n\n```Reaction Phase!```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With his sword cutting into the brayer, the Elf would ready himself for the man's attack. A fist would come towards him as he would protect himself, though seemingly missing only for Terrel to get smacked hard by a half invisible force with enough impact to cause his vision to blur for a moment. Terrel would find himself backing up into Manon, partially dazed from the hit.*\"You might want to listen to Okami this time around.\"*He'd say to Manon, shaking his head to and fro as he readied his sword again, only to not feel his legs beneath him in only being able to hold himself in place.*\"Like now-\"*He'd add, the pain from the attack damage seemingly setting in moments after the hit as if it had been delayed.*\n\n```HP: 66/104\nFocus: 9/11\n\nMovement: Left 1\nAttack 1: / Protect / Negate 11 Damage\nAttack 2: / Backstep / 1 Tile to the left```" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She took a step forward, just enough for her pale hands to press against Terrel's armored back. She didn't apply much pressure onto him, just light enough to have constant physical contact as her hands lit up with a faint purple glow. The Druid's lips began to move, but no words could be heard from her lips. Despite being silent in her spell casting, she began whispering a chant that went along with spellcasting. There were reasons why she took her time healing, on the spot healing such as this rarely covered all the wounds in a single spell* \n\n```\n HP: 37/ 37\n\nFocus: 0/0\nBlood Charge 1/3\n\nMovement:1\n\nTouch of Restoration onto Terrel (+14 HP) \n```" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Terrel finds himself being blasted by the force of the punches from range, taking massive damage from the relentless assault by the Brayer Pugilist.*\n\n*Kibaru finds himself being attacked once more as the grunts begin to surround him, though they provoke an OA from him again.*\n```Terrel takes 38 damage!\nKibaru takes 16 damage!```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf hand long since stopped feeling the effects of her healing with her trying to do so through armor on the heat of the battle. At this point, it was only really the purple light signifying her doing anything to which the Elf would wait for before driving his focus back on the bull. Terrel would rush towards him, dodging past the blasts of fists as he'd swing his Great Sword towards him.*\n\n```HP: 90/104\nFocus: 9/11\nDefense: (17) + 5\nMovement: Two tiles right\nAttack 1: / 12 / 16 / Greatsword Fire\nAttack 2: / 14 / 23 / Greatsword Fire\n\nIvy Thorn Shield: 9 Turns Remaining```" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She wasn't sure what to do in the slightest. She wasn't even sure Terrel's wounds were accurately being healed or if he was moments away from bleeding out. For a brief moment she because acutely aware of the lingering scent that filled her nostrils. Whatever it was, it seemed to be coming from her companion. She pulled her hands away from his back as she patted down her own body in search of something, a small crimson vial with M'ra shop logo. Blindly she followed after Terrel as he moved forward, bumping into his back with her forehead. For the moment she gave up on finding the vial , she needed to focus on his health and ignore the temptations that began to call to her. Again she placed her palms against his back armor and sent two more violet pulses into him* \n\n```\nHP: 37/ 37\n\nFocus: 0/0\nBlood Charge 1/3\n\nMovement:2 also to the right\n\nTouch of Restoration onto Terrel (+9 HP) ```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would immediately attack the man that seemed to be the target, not wasting a single moment*\n\n```\nHP: 31 / 47\nFocus: 6 / 6\nRage: 2\nDefense: (15) 16 - 1\nMovement: 0\nAttack 1: Hakurai VS Moustache / 24 / 11 / Sundering\nAttack 2: Hakurai VS Moustache / 22 / 13 / Sundering\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "```Reaction Phase```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Again the purple light would appear at his back, leading to assume that she was trying to heal him once more. He was hardly aware of his wounds, each opening of blood quickly sealed away the moment of its appearance. His focus was mostly on the bull. Again, he'd swing his sword horizontally across the man's torso, each swing going in aggression.*\n\n```HP: 104/104\nFocus: 9/11\nDefense: (17) + 5\nMovement: N/A\n\n\nIvy Thorn Shield: 9 Rounds remaining```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Seeing an another opportunity with the person that neared him, Kibaru would attack again. He would also try to negate some of the damage coming his way*\n\n```\nHP: 31 / 47\nFocus: 6 / 6\nRage: 3\nDefense: (15) 16 - 1\nMovement: 0\nReaction 1: Hakurai VS OA / 24 / 11 / Sundering\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Terrel's slashes deal massive damage to the Brayer, landing two massive cuts across his chest, slicing open his white dress shirt.*\n\n*However, in being hit, the Brayer takes the chance to fire back. He lands a clean whipping shot on Terrel's chin, causing him to see stars, and he feels his legs weaken again.*\n\n*Kibaru is able to land some good hits on the standing fighter, and he returns in good favor. None of the grunts are able to hit him, but the bearded man is.*\n\n*The man Kibaru struck previously turns and runs, disengaging so he doesn't get hit again. However, he finds himself facing Manon, who is drinking a vial of red liquid.*\n\n\"Please don't hurt me!\"\n```Terrel takes 30 damage and is Crippled + Stunned!\nKibaru takes 17 damage and is Bleeding!```\n\n```Reaction phase```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Manon gone, Terrel would refocus on the Brayer he was attacking, soon finding his punch colliding with him as he'd try to shield himself from the blunt of the damage. He'd take a step back, finding himself backed against the wall with the gap between them having hardly seemed to close.*\n\n```HP: 89/104 \nFocus: 7/11\nDefense: (17) + 4\nMovement:\nAttack 1: / Protect / 15 Damage negated\nAttack 2: / Backstep / (Down 1 Tile)```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Seeing only one attack coming his direction, Kibaru smirked, Seeing another run made that smirk even wider*\n\n```\nHP: 27 / 47\nFocus: 5 / 6\nRage: 4\nDefense: (15) 16 - 1\nMovement: 0\n\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru's a raging potato*\n\n```\n\nFocus: 5 / 6\nRage: 3\nDefense: (15) 16 - 1\nMovement: 0\nAttack 1: Hakurai VS Moustache / 11 / / Sundering\nAttack 2: Hakurai VS Moustache / 7 / / Sundering\n```" }, { "author": "Manon Surai", "message": "*She visibly jumped as the man in front of her whirled around, effectively catching her in the middle of consuming the synthetic blood. She fumbled with the empty vial which fell to the floor and shattered at her feet. A moment later her entire body shimmered with the same greenish aura that she had placed on Terrel. It was the first spell that came across her mind to discourage him from attacking her as well.* \n\n*It seemed as though she didn't need to cast the spell as the man was pleading for his life, a request she couldn't ignore even if she wanted to. Manon turned to face Terrel who seemed fixated on his one on one encounter with the brayer. He seemed to have enough to worry about what she was doing. Next, she looked over the man's shoulder to see Kibaru fending for his life as well. Watched as blood dripped onto the floor at his feet from the multiple cuts and gashes he had sustained this evening.*\n\n*She nodded her head at the man before stepped out of his way, it was the fastest method she could think of that would keep her free to heal her companions on a moment's notice. Attacking or preventing him from moving would just give her something else to worry about and she might miss her chance all together.* \n\n```HP: 37/ 37\n\nFocus: 0/0\nBlood Charge 0/3 \n\nMovement: One tile north \nIvy Thorn shield casted on Manon \nIvy Thorn Shield (10) turns remaining```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Terrel's defense works extremely well, the only shot landing dealing minimum damage.*\n\n*Kibaru ends up taking a couple of hits, and one strong one from the beard man.*\n\n*The injured man disengages and runs out the restaurant. The bearded man yells at him.*\n\n\"Get back here!\"\n\n```Kibaru takes 35 damage!\nTerrel takes 6 damage!```\n\n```Reaction Phase```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Keeping his defenses high, Terrel would dodge around the brayer's attacks as the feeling in his legs gradually began returning to him once more.*\n\n```HP: 89/104\nFocus: 7/11\nDefense: (17) + 5\nMovement:\nAttack 1: / Protect (13) / All damage negated```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru protects*\n\n\n```\nHP: 25 / 47\nFocus: 3 / 6\nRage: 5\nDefense: (15) 16 - 1\nMovement: 0\n\n```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The swordsman lands an accurate shot on Kiba, punishing his miss, but the attack isn't deep.*\n```Kibaru takes 6 damage.```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would suddenly dart forward to cover the distance created between him and the brayer. With his Greatsword igniting, he would swing his blade at him, working to trip the Brayer over before suddenly swinging his sword once more.*\n\n```HP: 89/104\nFocus: 7/11\n[Any class resources where needed]\n\nMovement: 5 Tiles up\nAttack 1: / 32 / 13 (25 if crit)/ Greatsword (Fire) Trip Play\n\n\nIvy Thorn: 6 Rounds remaining```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru is potato again*\n\n```\n\nFocus: 4 / 6\nRage: 6\nDefense: (15) 16 - 1\nMovement: 0\nAttack 1: Hakurai VS Moustache / 13 / / Sundering & shock\nAttack 2: Hakurai VS Moustache / 15 / / Sundering & shock\n```" } ]

[ { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "\"Take him down boys!\"\n\n*The remaining guardsmen slash at Kibaru from all angles, dealing massive damage.*\n\n*As Terrel rushes at the Brayer, he attempts to move away, but is caught by the greatsword and falls, though avoids the follow up slash. Unfortunately for him, he is now on fire.*\n\n*He sees Imogen in front of him as he lies prone, and realizes that he is not in a good spot.*\n\n*His only attack against Terrel misses, flying clean past his head.*\n\n```Kibaru takes 34 damage!```\n\n```Reaction Phase```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With the Brayer now toppled over, Terrel's eyes would flash with opportunity, taking his Great Sword as he would bring it down upon the man.*\n\n```HP: 89/104\nFocus: 6/11\n\n\nAttack 1: / 32 / 24 / Riposte```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would attempt to block as much damage as possible*\n\n```\nHP: 29 / 47\nFocus: 3 / 6\nRage: 6\nDefense: (15) 16 - 1\nMovement: 0\n\n```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Kibaru's wild slashes would be punished by the swordsman again.*\n\n*Terrel would end up delivering the final blow to the Brayer, right in front of Imogen. Contrary to popular belief, flaming swords do not cauterize wounds; they simply burn them as well. Blood splatters everywhere, including some getting on Imogen as Terrel executes the cow.*\n\n```Kibaru takes 11 damage!\nBrayer is dead!```" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*A streak of red would obscure the edge of his vision as the blood would shoot out from the Brayer's neck with his Greatsword finally came into contact with it. Some of it found its way on his clothing, the rest staining the rest of the room. He would stand back up to his full height, staring down at the mess of a result from the fight. They managed to get rid of the target. Now he just had to go grab Kibaru and Imogen, then burn this place to ground. Simply, business as usual He'd turn to look behind him, noticing the High Elf standing at the kitchen entrance, stained in some of the blood herself. He could only assume that hopefully Kibaru was still doing alright with her returning, but they had already wasted enough time here. It was time to finish up the job. He'd slowly make his way back to her, knowing better than to mention the event that just occurred.*\"Come on. Let's regroup with Okami.\"*He'd say in a neutral tone.* \n\n```Movement: Down 4, Left 1```" }, { "author": "Imogen Surai", "message": "*She took a step towards the downed Brayer as he toppled over. Slowly she extended her arms outward to show that she didn't intend to attack him at all. Her face showed her sympathy for what Terrel and Kibaru came here to do. She understood that this wasn't his fault at all.*\n\n\"I'm sorr-\" *Was all she managed to stay before something splashed against her face. The impact of the warm liquid was enough to make her flinch. She wasn't sure which she felt first. The smell of blood that filled her senses, or the divine taste of fresh blood that landed inside her mouth. First she swallowed the little taste she had before licking her lips for the rest. Her mind was still processing everything that had just happened as she stood there fixated on the now lifeless Brayer.* \n\n*The blood of the Brayer was so much better than that of rabbit, deer, or the synthetic blood she had consumed moments before. Those always seemed to tease the itch, the urge she always felt. This was entirely different, this scratched the itch completely. Just not enough to quell the feeling entirely. If anything, it just made her want to scratch it again. She didn't even notice Terrel was speaking, or had spoken. All she saw was the lifeless body and the red fluid that slowly crept outwards in all directions.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would finally strike the man with all of his might... And again, but with none of his might*\n\n```\nHP: 18 / 47\nFocus: 4 / 6\nRage: 6\nDefense: (15) 16 - 1\nMovement: 0\nAttack 1: Hakurai VS Moustache / 30 / 9 (18) / Sundering & shock Pocket of sand\nAttack 2: Hakurai VS Moustache / 5 / / Sundering & shock\n```" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*Kibaru unexpectedly slices a huge portion of the man in half through his breastplate. Must have been made poorly.*\n\n*The other two grunts watch as their leader is suddenly killed, and drop their weapons in fright and awe.*\n\n```Mustache man dead!```\n\nWhy the fuck is Com in there" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Her words didn't meet his ears before the act had been committed, evident in his lack of noticing her until he had turned around and walked over to her. Perhaps it would have been better if she simply waited outside, though by now, her deciding to enter the restaurant after knowing what would happen was to her own accord. He was merely lucky she actually showed up. \n\nWith Imogen seemingly unresponsive from his words, the Elf would grab one of her arms to slowly pull her away from the scene. They didn't have all the time in the world to be lingering. No words would leave his mouth now, instead more focused on the task at hand rather than having to explain anything. That would have to come later.*\n\n```Movement: 5 tiles left```" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru would turn to the remaining me looking down at them with blood and bruises all over him* \"If you wish to give it, fall to your knees and beg for your lives. Or else I will be taking them for myself\"" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "*The two others look at each other, and drop to their knees, holding their hands together. They don't say anything.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Feel free to leave here. And don't be coming back\" *Kibaru said simply before swinging his katana to the side and sheathing it. He then walked towards Manon* \"Hey, could you like not please... I kinda need some help please\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Imogen Surai", "message": "*Slowly she walked backwards, her gaze transfixed upon the corpse in front of her. It wasn't until Terrel pulled her far enough away into the cellar before she regained herself enough to rip her arm from his grasp. Whirling on her heels until she faced Kibaru and Terrel, backpedaling until she found the comfort of a wall behind her.*\n\n\"What have you two done?!\" \n\n*She shouted, her face and clothing still painted with the blood of the Brayer in the room next door. Her chest heaving up and down as she swallowed down breath after breath, as if she had finished running. She wanted nothing more than to be far away from this place, wanted nothing more than to be back home in her comfortable forest far far from here.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"What have we done...\" *Kibaru said as his breathes got a little longer* \"We just killed someone. Want me to kill the other two as well? Think that might be better. Meanwhile where we you? In fact why are you even here.\" *Kibaru's tone grew by quite a bit as his anger became visible*\n\n\"Get of your high horse princess. People die and people kill. You have no qualms with killing animals but you value human life as if it means more than your own or the lives of those closer to you?\" *Kibaru then took a deep breath calming himself and turning to Terrel* \"Target's dead. I prefer letting everyone else go.\"\n\n*He then walked over to the corpse of the man before cutting the head off and putting it into a bag* \"I'd like to explore down below a bit if that's alright with you\" *He said to Terrel before placing the bad down and going down to where the other came from*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Kibaru and Manon yelling amongst each other, Terrel would idly return his sword back to his sheathe. It seemed the fighting was done now that Kibaru was back alive. All that was left was burning the place down with or without the extra help. He'd wait for the two to finish their own spiels, silently flicking off small splotches of dried blood that found its way onto the uncovered part of his face.*\n\n\"Go on ahead.\"*He'd say to Kibaru in him asking if he could explore further.*\"We're done here.\"*Turning to face Manon, he'd wait for Kibaru to walk off before continuing on.*\"Don't act so naive in knowing what this job warranted. You know the kind of missions we do and even more so you knew what would be the turnout in us explaining the job prior to coming inside.\"\n\n*His tone carried little emotion to it, though it felt more like a lecture than anything in explaining to someone that this was how the world was, much like Kibaru had snapped about earlier.*\"People get hurt and people die. If neither happened, we wouldn't have healers trying to help in the first place. It's better you figure out who's lives you value most because you can't save all of them.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru grabbed a few bottles pf wine, quickly dashed through the fire and headed straight to the kitchen aiming to bliss what ever caught fire, but most importantly, his tails. His fury grew with what Aelin did. After he blissed, he headed straight towards the exit of the entrance/exit of the restaurant fuming as he searched for traces of Manon*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*With Kibaru dashing out the exit, Terrel would follow behind at a more casual stroll. He'd glance back at the burning restaurant before heading out of the exit as well. Terrel wasn't sure just how far the Elf was going to get with Kibaru chasing her down, but whether or not he caught up, at least the task was done.*" }, { "author": "Imogen Surai", "message": "*Running and more running. She kept spiriting back towards the inn. She didn't know why she did what she did. She acted without thought at all, she just wanted space between herself and the other two. She didn't care how she got it, she didn't want fire to sprout from her hands but she expected it to happen nonetheless. With how much thought flowing through her head, she reached the Inn sooner than she thought. Her hand pressing firmly against the cold iron cast handle of the heavy wooden door. She pulled at the handle, effortlessly swinging the door open much to her own surprise. Her head turned to the left, towards the table where the group usually met up during the morning and just before going to sleep. She had to force her legs to move at this point, jogging towards the stairs that led up to her room where she could collect her things and begin again, alone.*\n\n*The first thing she did was change her clothing, leaving the purple dress behind in the sink and dawning on her traveling clothes once more. Her gaze stopped on the box full of blood vials Terrel had bought for her. She didn't know how many of them were poisoned and she couldn't take the risk. The book was the only she had left, a gift from someone who expected better of her. Imogen's pale fingertips slowly slipped under the back cover and brought her close to her chest. Hugging the piece of literature like a young girl hugging her favourite doll. She gave the room another look before leaving. Leaving the room and shortly after the inn itself for the unknown city.*" }, { "author": "warlordsuntzu", "message": "```Quest complete!\n5000 SP and 40 XP to all!```" } ]

[ { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*The sun glinted over the horizon as Melody would trot her way through the gradually dispersing town. She had been spending the majority of the day exploring it, but now she found herself left trying to figure out a place to go for the night. The crowds were gradually declining in time and, with it, leaving Melody without much of anyone left to speak to. She had attempted speaking to one person, asking where the nearest tavern would be. Maybe she could stay there for the time being, but now as the night began to darken the sky, she began to wonder if she was even going the right way. Misfortune for her she supposed, but at least worst case would be her having to go back to the forests for the night despite the threats that lie there. For now, however, she could enjoy the nightly stroll without much concern.*" }, { "author": "_duckerman", "message": "\"Stop! Skamelars! You won't get away with this!\" *The shout echoed from down the road as three men in rough clothing ran with a set of things in their hands. A set of jewelry and pendants, coin purses and a helmet. Behind them was a man clad in brigandine and colorful clothes, charging at them like a bull with each foot fall being more thunderous than the last, pushing aside anyone who stood in the way.* \"Blaggards! You steal from me!? And try to threaten me with my own arm!? I'll knock you all silly!\" *Dismas yelled as he quickly picked up a glass bottle off the ground, tossing it at the men, hitting one in the back and making him stumble.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody's head would suddenly turn in the direction the shouting was coming from, soon finding herself watching the scene before her as an armored man would chase after a trio of supposed felons. She'd reach for her weapons to be at the ready, but seeing them caught up in their own squabbles, it seemed like she wouldn't have to go on the defensive for this one. Maybe this was actually her chance to do something. In the dead of night nonetheless, but Melody supposed that's when most crime occurred. With a grin, Melody would suddenly break out into a sprint, her agile hooves carrying much faster in joining with the chase.*\"Need a hand...?\"*She'd ask him as she would catch up to him. Melody, of course would wait for a response, her excitement getting the better of her in finally getting into some action as she would chase down the men with a speed that only centaurs typically got up to.*\"Worry not! I'm in pursuit!\"" }, { "author": "Dismas Eldridge", "message": "*Dismas caught up to the stumbling fool, gripping his arm tightly as he fell. Unknowing on what to do next about the other two, his troubles were soon answered by a centaur, gallantly zooming past him asking, if he needed any help, but didn't seem to care for his opinion on the matter. Still, it was a welcome gesture as if he had the time to answer, he'd most likely say yes* \"Don't let the whoresons get away with my kit!\" *He shouted before shoving the the ruffian to the wall.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody wasn't quite sure who he meant by that, assuming it was at least one of the two criminals left running. Whichever had the kit, it didn't matter. She could figure it out once she's put a stop to them. Melody would run past one of the ruffians, not even giving them time to slow down before she'd deliver a hard kick to their stomach with her hind legs. It wasn't as strong as what most would have been, but it did the job of leaving them winded enough to stop them in their tracks with a quiet wheeze upon collapsing over. She turned to look towards the final one running, just one left.*\"Keep these two in check.\"*She'd say before continuing onward.*" }, { "author": "Dismas Eldridge", "message": "*Dismas dragged the first hooligan by the hair as he approached the second, on the ground trying to recover. Best do what the lady says. As the second stood up, grasping the top of his head, Dismas threw a quick kick to his bollocks, making him drop again. He lifted his head towards the centaur. She was quick, unsurprising for someone who's half horse, he wondered how it was like to live like that before grabbing the two thieves and pushing them towards the wall.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody continued to dash after the final perpetrator, her legs kicking into high gear the closer she got to him. In a single spring, she would collide with thief, collapsing over as they tumbled and fell into a clumsy heap. She held him down, using her weight to her advantage while he fought against her grasp. It wasn't too hard keeping him down, the main struggle being not to lose her grip as she'd turn her head back to look at the knightly figure originally chasing after them.*\"Not bad for a new centaur in town right?\"*She'd ask him, partially gasping for air in her being short of breath.*" }, { "author": "Dismas Eldridge", "message": "\"Certainly.\" He said bluntly, picking up his stolen loot from the two thieves as he approached the centaur. \"When hunting small game you certainly are far from bad.\" He stared at her, surprised at the fact she was out of breath. He knew little about horses, even less about centaurs, but his old horse could gallop for hours without getting tired, then again it was a war horse. \"But of course, I can't complain since you aided me and all. He returned to his more polite tone \"Thank you! Very much! It's quite rare that I see a centaur, at least one strutting about not pulling a heavy cart. What art thou dubbed?\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody wasn't sure if the first part was supposed to be a compliment or not, though she decided to take it as such with him soon thanking her for the help which she'd take pride in for the moment she was regaining her breath. A quiet groan would meet her ears, causing her to look back down at the man she had trampled.*\"Oh- I uh, suppose I should let you take care of them now.\"*She'd say, slowly getting off him, but making sure to keep him held down in the event of him springing up and running again. Being told it wasn't often he saw a centaur that wasn't hauling around a cart, she would bluntly correct him.*\"I think that would be a horse you're referring to. We centaurs can do much more than carry heavy load you know.\"*It was in a tone of warning, but she felt the need to defend her race in what misconception he may have formed for them. With him asking for her name, she'd hold a hand out for him to shake.*\"Melody Vander. Bounty Hunter and hopefully a captain to be at some point. What may I call you, sir?\"" }, { "author": "Dismas Eldridge", "message": "*With fancy move of the leg he flung his left arm back put his arm across his chest before bending his back leg and bowing* \"Sir Dismas Eldridge I am dubbed, Knight Errant at your service.\" *He stood back up* \"Apologies for offending you Madam Vander, it wasn't my intention. Just... Where I'm from you usually see centaurs as slaves shackled about and moving carts, never understood why seeing as we already have horses...\" *He said grimly before walking up to one of the thieves and picking up his helmet that they stole from him. It was a sallet with a bellows visor adorning the front and a colorful orle wrapped around the top.* \"But of course, a discussion on slavery is no way to break the ice. How about we head to a tavern and get a pint? Drinks'll be on me, of course.\" *He said, tossing the coin pouch he reclaimed from the thieves in the air before catching it again.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*She'd move her hand away, saying:*\"Well if you ask me, I'd say someone ought to do something about it. If need be I would, but all I could do is try knowing how things probably work there.\"*There was a sense of disgust in the thought, but with the subject soon being changed away, Melody had decided to drop the topic as well in his offer of getting a pint.*\"Just a nice building to stay at for the night would be nice. You don't have to worry about buying me anything, I had my fun for the night.\"*She'd say gesturing to the dropped criminals.*\"Nice to know I still got it. Should be promising if I find the place I'm looking for tomorrow, but a Tavern will do just fine tonight.\"*The Centaur decided to partially take his offer in heading to the Tavern, deciding against him having to pay for her.*" }, { "author": "Dismas Eldridge", "message": "\"Well if you insist...\" *He said putting his the coin purse away.* \"...Well, now comes the hard part, actually finding a damn tavern and... To be quite honest with you, I have no idea where I'm going in this damned town, roads are pure madness! Couldn't even find an inn to sleep in, had to resort to sleeping in an alley way, it's how those blaggards got the jump on me.\" *He said whipping his hand on his breastplate, his arm wrapped around his helmet* \"Mayhaps you could aid me with directions, comrade, do you know where the nearest tavern may be?\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Oh? You're new here as well?\"*She'd ask him before turning to look out towards the rest of the town.*\"Well I have to admit, I think I'm a little lost myself. I've been following someone's directions for a while, but haven't had much luck. That's when you came along of course though. Now I'm not quite sure where to go.\"*She'd look back towards the criminals.*\"We can try searching together, but... Maybe we should turn these guys in first, before they cause more trouble that is. Wouldn't want to head off to a tavern with three criminals still prowling the streets, right?\"" }, { "author": "Dismas Eldridge", "message": "\"Why, I surmised... With the way I roughed up those delinquents up they'd have learned their lesson.\" *He turned to the thieves, all dirty and miserable, their face bloated after being clobbered by the knight, except for the third one of course.* \"Can't help but pity just a tad bit. They don't look like they're on the winning side of life, but alas, justice is justice, same for all, we'll turn them in.\" *He said walking towards them, donning his helmet upon his head, fastening the chin strap.* \"There were originally 5 of them, but I had taken out two when they tried to threaten me with my own sword. Of course with the way he spoke and held the sword, you could tell it was his first time mugging someone, he wasn't at all very threatening.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "_duckerman", "message": "\"Maybe...\" *He said as some of his quarry would try to wrestle out of his grasp with what little energy they had left, only to be met with a hard wack.* \"So, how's life as a bounty hunter? Must feel nice getting paid, do the peasantry also spit in your face for demanding coin for your services?\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*As they would grow closer to the gates, Melody would look at him more so quizzically at his question.*\"No...\"*She'd say rather slowly as if testing whether or not the question was what she thought he was asking.*\"Most people are relatively nice about it whenever I try to help out. After all, they're being helped. Bounty Hunting has been fun and all. I actually feel like I'm making a difference with it, y'know? Not that most people would think one centaur could make such a big difference, but it's something at least.\"*She'd come to a slow trot, the guards not being too far from view now as she'd turn to look back at him.*\"I'm guessing you haven't had the best of times with your own services?\"" }, { "author": "_duckerman", "message": "\"Bah...\" *He said irritably, remembering all the times he had to deal with ignorant ungrateful peasants and nobles.* \"As I'm a knight errant I don't charge fees for my services no matter how dangerous they are. Since this life style has forced me to live off the land I do admit once winter comes I get desperate. Alas I sometimes ask for some kind donations and even demand fees and... Well, in my home land hospitality is important and when you set a price to something people consider as acts that you are morally obligated to do, such as slaying a group of goblins who have been terrorizing the near by village, people don't usually take it too kindly.\" *He said before smiling again.* \"But of course now that I'm Salvainia it's not much to worry about, an unknown land, sure, but people seem to be quite charitable and new cultures to learn and lands to explore is always a plus.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Well Salvania is always a good place to start anew.\"*She'd say.*\"At least that's what I heard. Sorry that your past jobs didn't work out for you, but I'm sure this place carries plenty of promise. Just have to wait and see.\"*She'd gesture for him to follow her before making her way over to where the guards were. Melody kept the conversation relatively short before pushing the criminal she held captive over to them for the guards to take over. With a nod from them, Melody would feel a little bit of satisfaction while she waited for Dismas to do the same.*" }, { "author": "Dismas Eldridge", "message": "*Dismas was a bit rougher with his passing of the criminals, they did steal from him after all. As he approached the guards, he tossed one down on the stone floor and flung the other into the pile before explaining to the guards the situation.* \"Make sure they learn their lesson, hang them if you have to.\" *He said bluntly.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody tried to ignore the harshness of his words, instead adding on:*\"There's a fourth still out there that may need some help. He claims that he might have gotten killed in the scuffle, but if there's a chance that he's still alive, I think that would be worth investigating.\"*She'd finish before leaving Dismas to provide the extra details. She wasn't going to tell the guards how to do their own job especially with the little power she had currently, though she could only hope they'd follow through with it as she'd turn away to begin trotting back the way they had come.*" }, { "author": "Dismas Eldridge", "message": "*Dismas gave the rest of his testimony, what happened, how it happened, etc. Before eventually asking them.* \"May I ask you fair gentlemen for directions to the nearest tavern? Me and the bounty hunter have been lost for quite some time and require assistance.\" *As the guards gave him the directions he turned to Miss Vander and approached her.* \"The tavern is that way.\" *He said pointing at the road to the right.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody's ears would perk up as she'd listen to him asking them for directions, a feeling of gratitude rising within her as she had nearly forgotten to ask herself. When Dismas had finally returned back with his newly obtained knowledge of the tavern location, Melody would give a nod back in response.*\"Thank you. Shall we go?\"*She'd ask, offering a smile before continuing off in the direction he had pointed in.*\"Hopefully Salvania has some nice food to try out. It's been a while since I've gotten a good meal after being on the road for a while.\"" }, { "author": "Dismas Eldridge", "message": "\"Of course.\" *He said nodding as he walked with Melody.* \"I feel you, been a while since I've eaten anything that isn't freshly picked carrots, dried goat, dry biscuits or lard. I crave for a good, well seasoned pork chop accompanied with a pint of beer or a glass of wine.\" *He said that with a hint of obsessiveness in his tone. Dismas was a man hardened by life on the field, but life on the lonesome road to his surprise was entirely different. Rations stayed the same but this time he had to ration those rations, he had no supply line nor was he a higher up of nobility, even if impoverished, his old life was way more plentiful in luxuries. He now had to live like the rest of the populace, some would even say it was worse, picking off the just barely edible scraps he found on the road, being barely able to muster up enough coin to even afford but a morsel, unable to drink from the lake in fear of the maladies that swarmed it. Hunting was an option, but not an easy one as hunting accompanied by a full suit of armor and an absence of a bow didn't seem to mix well. Alas, in a life as such, a small fish the size of one's palm taken from some dirty lake was considered a delicacy.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Sounds like you can do with a nice large Tavern dinner, huh?\"*She'd ask him, finding humor in his over descriptiveness of the food. He must have gone a long while without something proper to eat. Nothing like some tavern food to settle a stomach back in.*\"I'd say we deserve that much after stopping a few criminals don't you think?\"*She'd let out a quiet giggle, soon trotting on ahead as the Tavern would come into view.*\"Looks like we didn't get lost this time. I'd call that good fortune. Come on, let's see what they have to offer here.\"" }, { "author": "Dismas Eldridge", "message": "*Dismas nodded as he happily followed Melody to the tavern. Good fortune indeed, just the thought of even a small loaf of bread freshly out the oven made his mouth water. And with the coins he's been earing from the charitable people of Salvainia, he'd be able to afford it all. He walked into the tavern before Melody, he simply couldn't wait, breathing in the merrymaking in the air as he saw men and women being served with pints of ale or beer, the fresh aroma of freshly cooked steaks, salmons and other meaty delicacies was potent. He smiled with delight, barely able to contain his excitement, even for his rather stoic nature. The smell was normal for the average person, but for man who's been spent most of his time around the putrid pungent smell of rot as he dabbled in murder mysteries and crime scenes day after day, the smell of a lowly tavern was heaven to his nose.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would go to follow after him, only to find herself stopped at the doorway as her rear seemed to have struggle going through. She'd watch him enter the warm place with ease, finding herself having to catch up.*\"Just a minute-\"*She'd say. A golden light would pass over her back end, the deer half soon vanishing from sight as it would be replaced with two normal human legs. Melody would give a light sigh of relief upon being freed, soon coming to join the man in his own enjoyment of the Tavern.*\"See a good place for us to sit?\"*She'd ask him casually as if the whole trick of her brief transformation was nothing new. Melody had grown used to it over the years what with traveling warranting a much different atmosphere for people of her kind, not to mention training in general. However, she learned to adapt to her environment in time, making going from place to place much easier with greater options.*" }, { "author": "Dismas Eldridge", "message": "*Dismas didn't seem to notice Melody's transformation, too busy gawking the tavern in awe. Tapping his foot to beat of the music, although dull compared to that of Macen music, was still quite fitting. He scouted the place before eventually finding a good place near the bar.* \"Found one, this way.\" *He said gesturing Melody to follow him as he approached the bar and sat down on one of the stools.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would come to follow after him, soon taking a seat in one of the stools next to him as she'd glance around the area.*\"You think it would be possible for me to rent a room here for the night?\"*She'd ask him, wondering if he'd had more experience with taverns than she did. In his excitement of it, it was hard to tell, but it wouldn't hurt for the Centaur to at least have somewhere to stay for the night, even if it was just any other tavern bedroom.*" }, { "author": "Dismas Eldridge", "message": "*Dismas gave his order to the tavernkeeper, a steak and some cognac. Of course they didn't have any cognac so he settled with a pint of beer. As the tavernkeeper went to get his order he turned to answer Melody's question.* \"Unsure, not every tavern is the same, most of the times taverns are barely built with rentable rooms in mind, most oftenly having rooms' in store for those who pass out due to drunkenness or a bar fight caused by drunkenness, some taverns simply throw those patrons out into the streets. Rentable rooms are mainly a trait inns have rather than taverns that are more made with drinking and dancing in mind. However, some taverns may make some room and sneak you in the attic granted if you cough up enough coins, alas that's my experience with mainly Mentian taverns, I'm unsure how they are like in Salvainia, so far other than cultural differences, not much different.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "_duckerman", "message": "\"And how much work do you plan on doing?\" *He said whipping his mouth with a handkerchief and taking a swig of his pint with his pinky out, acting as if he didn't just furiously bite into his steak like a barbarian mere seconds ago. He then turned towards the centaur, realizing that she was... Well sitting on a stool, last he checked, horses couldn't exactly sit on stools. He didn't bother asking, just assume it was some magic shenanigans or his mind playing tricks on him.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Whatever I can for the time being.\"*She'd say to answer his question as she'd take a bite from her plate.*\"I may consider getting an actual place for me to stay at here while I try to find a proper guild to go through. It may be quite a bit of paperwork, but if that means I can get licensed as an official law enforcer here, then tomorrow would be the best day to start for me.\"*It was indeed magical shenanigans that had made her centaur half vanish completely in being replaced by a Macen-body, but the Centaur didn't seem to take any more notice of it than he did.*\"I don't plan on staying up too late though. If I can get a room here for the night then I can set out first thing tomorrow to begin getting to work.\"" }, { "author": "_duckerman", "message": "\"Sounds like a hassle.\" *He said taking a bite of his steak.* \"Like commissioning a full suit of plate armor. Although just like a plate harness, I guess it's worth it. How would you round up enough coin to afford a house? I doubt the real estate here is cheap, maybe in the more impoverished streets... Have you considered borrowing from a bank?\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"I've been saving up some of the money I've earned from bounty hunting. Hopefully if it's not enough to afford a small place here, then I'll be able to get some tasks done to raise enough. I wouldn't mind taking the impoverished places, just as long as I have a place I can settle at for a while in the time of me working here. Though, maybe I can look into the bank if I still end up needing more.\"*She'd taking another bite from her plate before tilting her head back at him.*\"Thanks Sir Dismas. It seems I'll be having a pretty busy schedule tomorrow.\"*Melody would let out a playful laugh, not minding the idea of having things already set for tomorrow. It was better than going off the same routine of constantly searching.*" }, { "author": "Dismas Eldridge", "message": "\"Busy lady, eh?\" *He said taking a sip from his tankard* \"Then I surmise you wouldn't mind some help would you? I've been a bit lazy for the past few days, admittedly, haven't slain enough beasts, been sitting idly practicing the bag pipes mostly. I feel my honor slipping and the only cure, should it be lost, would be to uphold my very purpose, getting rid of the scum of the world.\" *He said taking another sip.* \"Plus, I've never had a centaur as a companion, could be interesting. And worry not, I need not require pay for my services, so you may keep the loot to yourself.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would smile at the thought in hearing his offer.*\"I wouldn't mind having a partner to help in working my way up here. After all, I'm still not completely sure of the processes Salvania has to go about keeping order.\"*Melody would take a few more bites from her food, eventually pushing the plate away as she'd finish.*\"But maybe the extra hands would be a big help.\"*She'd say, sitting up more straight.*\"I guess that means you'll be planning on staying in Salvania a bit longer then, huh?\"*The Centaur would question, giving him a light elbow to the side to add on to the humor behind the question.*" }, { "author": "Dismas Eldridge", "message": "\"Of course.\" *He said with enthusiasm.* \"I've grown tired of the constant war and depressing scenery of my homeland... Exploration in foreign lands would certainly do me good.\" *He said as he finished his steak. It was over seasoned and overcooked, but considering Dismas' diet consisted of mostly potatoes and hardtack, he absolutely adored it. He wiped his mouth before letting out a satisfied sigh as he rested his hands on his belly.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Then there's no time to waste!\"*She'd say more excitedly as she hop out of her seat.*\"We can start first thing in the morning, or well- Ehm... I guess in a couple of days if you're still looking to visit the library tomorrow or have any other plans alongside it.\"*She'd say, quickly realizing that she'd have account for his own plans as well.*\"But it's fine! We can start as soon as then-! How does that sound?\"" }, { "author": "Dismas Eldridge", "message": "\"Delightful.\" *He said, dropping from his seat.* \"The library and other things can wait, let it be a rewarding trip along with success. And now that I've had my fill in sustenance I am as ready as ever, you need only to say the word!\" *He said as he laid his hands on his hips in a flamboyant stance*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*She'd let out a quiet laugh.*\"I can assume you're fine with meeting here first thing tomorrow?\"*Melody would ask him.*\"We can begin looking around from there and hopefully find where the guilds are before day's end.\"*At least she hoped so anyways. It would be a shame to go another several days searching with little success.*" }, { "author": "Dismas Eldridge", "message": "\"Certainly.\" *He said letting out a stretch.* \"In that case, I hope you find success in finding a place to stay, I shall return to my encampment and return to you come dawn. Farewell.\" *He said with a bow, before heading to his camp, in an alleyway of course.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```fix\nMid-Day, Salvainia, Salvainia\n```\nIt was a regular day in Salvainia, the capital city of the bustling Salvainian Empire. For someone looking for vengeance, employment, or other sort of mischief, the bustling, cosmopolitan city is never a bad choice. \n\nThe main street is full of wagons and peddlers moving back and forth from the gate to the market district - with goods being brought in from the countryside to be sold. Pass the market street is the district that the New Sunlight guild is in - a mixed, upper class residential district full of taverns, mercenaries, well-to-do, and some restaurants serving the affluent clientele. \n\nThe locals looked quite friendly, and Scarlet could probably walk up to one of the shop or peddler and ask for directions. What do she seek?" } ]

[ { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "**Returning from a job as a mercenary she traveled back to the capital, feeling oddly satisfied and relieved she was home or a place she had called home. Truth was she hardly knew anyone here only working as a Bar Wench, her newly acquired Vampirism had brought a unique reputation on her. While not too known at least some people may have knew about her, a quiet girl who worked as a mercenary and a bar wench. Often carrying around a Dai-Katana which was well maintained and cleaned.**\n\n**The bustling streets were a sign this place was alive, watching people walk about with their families or alone yet she seemed indifferent. Feeling a bit of envy as her birth family had been slaughtered, phantom pain of longing hitting her nerves anytime she saw other families. Her adopted mother a woman named Ophelia had been odd, learning everything she needed to yet she barely knew her. A look of pain briefly showing on her expression before she returned It to a neutral look.**\n\n**She made her way to a one of the peddlers seeming to be silent, her steps quiet picking a stall that was not being occupied by customers. She would have gone to the tavern she worked at but her gut said otherwise, calmly she spoke in a melody like voice after she approached the peddler.**\n\n\"*Has much changed since I left? Have you... Heard anything interesting?*\"\n\n**She knew her question might be seen as odd but It was how she spoke, anyone who knew her had the insight she was not all there. Her off colored eyes looking into the peddlers, one being red the other blue having pale skin and snow white hair. Her beauty was something to marvel over, not that she ever put much value into how she looked.**" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*The peddler was a middle-aged restaurant owner, by the name of Carantec. A Silnarian by birth, who run a simple stall that served delicious Silnarian style pasta with simple accompaniment of fried bean paste and meat, serving mostly the lower-middle class population of the city.* \n\n*The peddler recognized the white haired, heterochromatic girl the moment he appeared in his sight - indeed, more than one person would pay attention to the girl, so striking is her appearance and unfamiliar her sight. In fact, she could find a few person possibly gazing at her - before averting their eyes and looking at something else - striking people are not so infrequent in the city. It was hard to not recognize the famous bar maid at the nearby tavern, though.* \n\n*He waved at her.* \n\n\"Hey! It is you, Scarlet!\" *The peddler called out, clearly eager for someone to stand there and attract some customers - for some reason today there was no one visiting his very delicious pasta.* \n\n\"It's been a while since I last seen you. I haven't heard of much. The New Sunlight guild has been having a bit of a shakeup recently, and I heard they're still looking for more mercenaries. As for the tavern you used to work at, I heard they're still trying to find someone as good as you are!\" \n\n\"How about you?\"\n\n*Scarlet might catch the glimpse of Carantec's beautiful wife, peeking from behind the storefront, looking happy to see Scarlett too.*" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "*Kind words were hard to hear she felt entirely different then she had before, life changed for her the moment her mother had no choice but to turn her into a vampire. Everything felt different people now looked like meals in some aspect, her feelings and emotions having been ramped up and in a way unhinged. While she knew these people she refrained from speaking until they were finished, her expression didn't change for the time being.*\n\n*She had noticed the people around her give her looks as well, finding It to be much what Ophelia would tell her to expect. She was unsure if her recent Vampirism would affect any of this, and she doubted people knew she had been turned into one or even that she got sick. Having been out of town when the unknown illness struck. Forming a smile for the first time since her transformation she spoke in a melody like voice, her accent coming out having picked It up from her mother Ophelia. The source of her accent coming from the Sebduanian's.*\n\n\"**So... I am thought of as good. It's a flattering statement I suppose. All I've ever done is my job. Forgive my lack of excitement. I am happy to see you and your lovely wife... Carantec**\"\n\n*She paused her speech feeling her body act as if It was still sick, but no cough came It was phantom pain a sensation created from her mind. The pain It had caused her before this point so bad It lingered in her head, during this moment she adverted her gaze from Carantec.*\n\n\"**I intend on working... Back at that tavern now that I am... Bett... Back. But I may look into the New Sunlight Guild. If they are looking for Mercenaries well. I'd like to think I am up to the task. Forgive my strange behavior. While I was away I... Got hurt pretty bad. My body is reminding me of wounds... That are no longer here**\"." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Carantec rubbed his chin. The girl was always esoteric in her way of speech and mannerism. Must be something inherited from her mother, though he has not seen her a lot*\n\n*Something felt a bit off about her.*\n\n\"Coming girl! Loosen up a bit, you sounds like you came straight out of a Silnarian Tragedy!\" *Carantec bantered. Something sounded real off and unnatural. Carantec can't recall if he knew Scarlet's age, but pretty damn young is what he remembered*\n\n\"Hmph. I am not sure if that tavern still have an opening. I am sure the owner will make one for you though. You're a pretty lass. What about wounds? Did you get hurt somewhere out there?\"\n\n\"You're carrying a big sword and sounds strange today. I am sure you will fit right in the guild.\"" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "*Reflexively she went to cover her mouth feeling her body react again, but again nothing came out however the pain did. No doubt she was drawing attention to herself but here she was, during this she listened to what Carantec said part of It making her laugh some. It was enough to distract her.*\n\n\"**Yes... I got hurt a little. Well I might as well be honest with a friend. I was stricken with an Illness. It nearly killed me... I had no other choice. You more then likely have noticed but my skin is pale. I was turned into a Vampire. That illness is gone... But my body is still feeling phantom pains**\".\n\n*She spoke quietly about this to the man as she didn't want everyone hearing, It was hard to admit but here she was doing so. Truth was she knew where she was going the Guild, going back to that tavern be hard as her life completely changed. She would try and smile attempting to ease any concern her words just put into the mans head.*\n\n\"**I... Think I am going to the Guild. I wish you and your wife are safe. And before you go worrying about me. I will be fine... I will stop by for some of your food. It was a pleasure to see you two again**\".\n\n*After this she offered a bow to them in respect and made her way to the guild, to her everything felt different even the air. How the ground felt how the colors popped out to her, for all of this she was left with a feeling as if she was missing something. With a hand on the top part of her Dai-Katana's handle she went off towards the guild.*" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Carantec tilted his head in confusion as she seemingly retched*\n\n\"You alright girl?\" *He asked, concerned*\n\n*What came next was a bit more surprisingly, as the man started stirring in and cooking a new pot of pasta for the next batch of customer - attracted no doubt by the girl standing in front of the stall. Then she casually dropped the fact she is now a vampire, and the man's wooden spoon almost fell into the pot*\n\n\"Uh. Okay. Well, you have always looked pale.\" *The man said a bit incoherently, mind still processing as she talked about going to the girls*\n\n\"I am sure they will accept you there.\" *He added, still confused about what she did and admitted*\n\n*A few minutes of walk later, the girl would arrive at the famous New Sunlight guild. It seems to consist of a large stable, a large walled complex and two open training grounds nestled near a hill in the city*\n\nNo one was standing guard - such role were unnecessary with the amount of armed people in the guild - plus, it is in the broad daylight*\n\n*Instead of guards, she would be met with a large reception desk, and a large board of missions to look for. To the right hand side seems to be one of the largest pawn shop, with an official looking person peering over for any shady looking activities. There were a few priests standing around.*\n\n*A tall, imposing elf with a Runran like face, red eyes and long flowing white hair stood in the corner, and glanced at the striking newcomer. The man was in a full set of black plate armor, with the helmet place on a nearby desk*\n\n\"Welcome to New Sunlight! Are you new around here?\" He called out.\n\nHe had a mild Kirigic accent, but it is hard for nearly all Silnarian speaker to distinguish. For most of them, they will only know he sounds a bit foreign." }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "*She would offer her goodbyes to the man and wife, understanding their confusion as she really didn't know how else to explain her situation. Soon she would arrive at the guild seeing a large walled stable and a pair of training grounds, this place clearly had silver invested into It which made her wonder how many people were here.*\n\n*She may have stood out here like a sore thumb but this wasn't a shock to her, she had always looked odd compared to most people. Her voice as well standing out being a bit poetic in a sense, carrying a melody like way of pronouncing words with a flowery tone. This was passed down from her mother of course from spending so much time with her, but now she would approach the desk where the tall elf was.*\n\n\"**Hello. I have heard that this guild was in a spot of trouble. I am here to offer my skills to try and alleviate said problems. I am Scarlet Whiterose...**\"" }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "*Though Scarlet would've stood out like a sore thumb nearly everywhere else, the New Sunlight guild was one where she didn't quite stick out - sure, exotic white hair, and a rather revealing outfit. But the lobby itself was quite diverse - three normal Macen, a kitsune mage of some sort in a kimono (How does one use that as a battle outfit?), a rough looking ruffian who don't seems to be carrying any weapon, a green Mogash who was bantering with the elf before she entered.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The elf walked up to the newbie, lowering his head to look at her. Strange thoughts entered his height. Hmm, he was two heads taller, perfect headp-* \n\n*He gulped for a bit, and then looked down at the rather striking vampire.* \n\n\"A... Spot of trouble? That is an interesting saying.\" *Sirdan chuckled, and looked at the large sword,*\"So, you fancy yourself a swordwoman right? Welcome to New Sunlight, I'm Sirdan Sirali. Kirig by blood. A trainer or captain of some sort in the guild.\" \n\n*He offered his hand to the newcomer.* \n\n\"What skills you have to offer?\"" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "*Now she noticed the different races that inhabited this place, finding some solace in the fact she at least was not so odd after all here. And now she looked up to make eye contact with someone who was much taller then herself, in a way this was imposing but she could not help her height. During this time she studied his words and how they were spoken, picking up something off but she was unsure what. *\n\n*Of course she waited till he finished speaking before she would, she was curious what trouble they had been in as this place seemed to be fine. The information she gathered from him was he was the leader or rather one of many perhaps, the moment he offered his hand to her she seemed hesitant. The mere thought of hearing someone else's heartbeat and pulse was maddening, something her mother warned her about.* \n\n*With some confidence she would take his hand and shake It, not having a particularly strong grip. But that was never her strong suit she strived to cut things the moment she drew her sword, the glint of light that reflected from her sword unsheathing to reveal devastation. Yet when she touched his hand she seemed to pause, this sensation was more intense since she became a vampire.* \n\n*As if she was shy she would pull after a shake had been completed, feeling the pulse of this elf's heart for that brief time. Her expression also changed for that moment showing something uncertain, the stoic expression she wore before now gone presenting someone different. The habits of her upbringing showing a bit as she had not moved from him.*\n\n*She would answer his question with a mildly collected voice, sounding as melody like and graceful as ever.*\n\n\"**I am skilled with this here weapon. I am not very strong in the physical sense but I make up for that in speed and reaction. I am also... Keen on the ways of stealth. Beyond that... I was a Bar Wench here in this city. I am... As they would say... I'm a bit famous. However... I never saw my self any better then anyo\n\nNe I worked with as a Bar Wench**\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Hmph?\" *Sirdan tilted his head, waiting for her to take his hand. She looked hesistant. Mayhaps she is a foreigner that find this customs strange. But after a moment of hesitation, she shook his hand. He smiled and nodded.* \n\n*The girl's hand paused as he shook hers. Something felt stiff, unnatural about her. Her mannerism. Some sort of hesitation.* \n\n\"Welcome\" *He said as he listened to her story. Someone who relies on speed, instead of strength like he does. Nothing special, nothing out of mind... Oh wait, he needed a fighter to go along with Runra. He thought he might try to talk her into that trip later, given his tendency to fail.* \n\n*Besides, she looked like a good companion.* \n\n*Sirdan cleared the selfish thoughts again.* \n\n\"Skilled with a sword? And extremely speedy with it? Good. We offer plenty of jobs here - taking care of bandits, monsters, hunting for special ingredients - you want it, you can find it here in New Sunlight. We're one of the most trusted arbitrator of fighting-for-hire. Sanctioned, too.\" \n\n*He looked a bit confused about the bar wench thing. He'd think she'd call herself a barmaid, wench... Has a different connotation.* \n\n\"I've not visited the tavern you used to be at. Though I'm sure many would've seen and took note of your beauty.\" \n\n\"Are you looking to join our rank?\"" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "*Despite her hesitation she seemed more calm now finding this man to be pleasant, feeling that urge to simply be closer to him from her upbringing but was quick to not humor the idea. She knew she was already very clingy at the same point she also enjoyed the intimacy, however she did understand she barely knew this person so for now said thoughts were shelved.*\n\n*Chances were she would not reveal her mothers culture, It may have lead to some quick misunderstanding between the two of them. More often then not her shows of affection were indifferent, really she was just feeling conflicted as what to do. Displaying some signs of further hesitation physically, but she did listen to what Sirdan said.*\n\n\"**I am looking to join your ranks yes. I am a bit tired of having to ask people if they need a mercenary. A guild seems more my speed... Besides I can meet people here. Offer to clean up the place as well if that needs to be done**\".\n\n*She would sound confident then feel the need to explain her odd behavior, picking up how Sirdan was reacting to her*.\n\n\"**I apologize for my odd behavior. I come from a place where... We are liberal with our affection. I have recently been turned into a Vampire. Being so close to people or feeling another person... Even from a handshake. Is difficult I am still adjusting to everything... Only reason I am a Vampire now. Is cause I was hit with an illness that was killing me. Give me some time... And I will return to my old self**\"." } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Well. You've found the right place to be then - I doubt you would find employment asking everyone around whether they can be a mercenary. As for cleaning up the place - the guild's rich enough to hire dedicated people to do that, unless you fancy living in the apartments - in which case you have to clean your own room.\" \n\n*She sounded a bit more confident - and less awkward, which Sirdan quite liked.* \n\n*Wait, liberal with her their affection?*\n\n\"I don't think libertine culture would lead to such... Un libertine mannerism. Missus, you sounds a bit stiff, if I'm honest.\" *He commented, conveniently ignoring the part about vampirism,*\"Ah... So you are seeking work to...\" *He halted himself for saying medical fees,*\"Seek a new purpose and better recovery, perhaps?\"" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "*She would just go with the conversation perhaps he didn't hear the part about her vampirism, she was uncertain if It was unpopular here of he didn't like It personally. She could still tell he was iffy about her, for now she would just speak and answer his last question.*\n\n\"**I simply seek to live my best life and help rid the world of unkind people. I also one day hope to find love and feel It's benefits. That said any housing I could be offered here would be appreciated**\".\n\n*For the time being she was professional but did wonder on his comment about her being stiff in her speech, but she found It hard to explain why. So she would simply make up half truth on the matter.*\n\n\"**My speech appears Stiff cause of the illness I recovered from, It has left me in a state of... Hyper sensitivity. I am adjusting to It still so physical contact is difficult. As I said before I just need time to adjust**\".\n\n*She had not mentioned her original family yet as they had died long from here, she doubted these people knew much about the Kingdom of Kadash. And she knew her mother was a Vampire just like her so mentioning her may be a problem, while Ophelia was kind to her she was unsure how she would treat strangers.*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"To live your best life and to rid the world of unkind people. Heh. That's more motivation than I usually have.\" *He chuckled at his own expenses*,\"Though I would be careful with your wording. Lack of kindness after all, is not a reason to get rid of someone. Not by arms anyway.\"\n\n*He beckoned her over to the desk*,\"Usually we charge a hundred silver fee for entry into the guild. But lately we've taken to taking the charge from the newbie's first successful quest, and until then they will be a fledgeling of some sort, without full access to the benefits of being a member of the guild.\"\n\n\"He will handle the bureaucracy.\"" }, { "author": "Brothua", "message": "\"You mean registration.\" *The Mogash at the counter shot back. Then he took out a piece of paper and prepared to ink a pen.*\n\n*It seem like a simple, one page document of signing up to the guild, writing down your name and agreeing to abide by the law and a simple code of ethics.. Not abusing arms, no extortion, etc. Typical goodie thing. Plus the hundred silver fee to be charged later*\n\n\"Right. Can I have your full name? Any criminal records? Your purpose for joining the guild?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"I am sure you will recover soon. If you are looking for housing, you could register at the apartment for member. Rent is cheap.\"\n\n*He mulled over hiring Scarlet to be his maid. He wondered if his desire is unjustly affecting his judgement. He decided to bring up the topic later on. Not in front of others*" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "*She followed him to the desk at this point just ready to sign something, for some reason she was getting odd vibes now but she could not fully understand It. When asked for the information she answered.*\n\n\"**Scarlet Whiterose. I have no criminal records and my purpose for joining the guild. Is to get some honest work and just simply meet people**\".\n\n*Looking at Sirdan when he explained the apartments she seemed confused, she was unsure why he thought she was recovering. Her tilted to the side some now making eye contact with him, perhaps he didn't hear the part about her being turned into a vampire. She wondered how he would react when she was seen drinking blood, for a moment she did wonder what his blood tasted like seeming to focus on his neck.* \n\n\"**Well maybe you can show me around... Sometime. As It stands I have nowhere to live right now. And I am... Not a fan of staying in small rooms in noisy Inns...**\"\n\n*Her voice seemed different now seeming more kind and gentle, like velvet her words carried a sense of bravery. She was no longer shy rather she was relaxing letting herself be known, she forget briefly about something giving the Mogash the one hundred silver fee.*" }, { "author": "Brothua", "message": "*The Mogash lowered his head and jotted down her name, and then stamped a sun like symbol on top of the document. Then he handed her the pen*\n\n\"Signature here, please.\"\n\n*Once she was done and the ink has dried, he would put the document in one of the cabinet, and gave her a small bronze badge*\n\n\"Welcome to New Sunlight.\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Now you are in. I can take you on a tour through the place.\"\n\n*He beckoned Scarlet to follow him, and took her toward the pawn shop.*\n\n\"Here we have our members sell off proceeds from their expedition, we have it valued and the guild takes it cut alongside the government - it is often cleaned up after. For monsters and animals, we go to the butcher set up a bit farther away - only for truly unique monster remains though\"\n\n*The shelves were lined up with all sort of oddities, recently cleaned weapon and armor, Ill gotten loot, random bag of spices, silk, a bunch of notices on people claiming stolen properties, and three person running around, along with one debating with a merchant on the cut between the guild for property recovery.*\n\n*Then he took her to one of the inner training yard*\n\n\"One of the two training yard. We have walls around here to prevent fire projectiles getting out of hand, a spectator stand, and a 25 x 25 meters across area with boxes and crates for cover and combat. Newbies practice here a lot.\"\n\n*He pointed at another inner training yard , with several newbies sparring with magical training weapon*\n\n\"Occasionally we host live sparring with actual summons and some blood split, with safety measures in place. You may experience that sometime.\"\n\n*He would take her round to the canteen next, which was serving plenty of inexpensive pasta and rice with simple sauce and beans, alongside roast meat*\n\n\"The canteen. Anyway, you mentioned not having a place to stay? I own a large house with five bedrooms not far away from the guild, and I have two empty rooms. If you want, you can stay there for free until you get things settled.\"\n\n\"The only problem is that I am planning to go to Runra with my companions after a month or so, so you might have to seek alternative accomodations if that trip happen.\"" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "*With her registration finished she would follow Sirdan and go on his tour, as he explained how everything worked she was taking mental notes. With what she saw It was obvious this place was organized, she wondered who else worked here as she was told to make friends. As she walked besides Sirdan she seemed to be oddly close, not minding the lack of space between them anymore. While she was nervous at first that was simply a product of uncertainty, perhaps Sirdan knew where her behavior came from now. *\n\n*After the tour had finished she was informed she could stay at this mans home, the offer was tempting and she would most likely take It. She felt however there may be some strings attached, what said strings would be were unknown for now.*\n\n\"**This place is lovely. As for you leaving with your companions I could take care of your home while your gone. If you would agree to that. As for being a member of this guild... I am looking forward to taking on some... Work. I have to admit I am eager to fight**\"." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The elf sat down at one of the corner, where the smell of food would reach both of them's nostrils easily. He can't help but noticed that the girl was getting close to him. A sense of safety? Warmth? Desire for something? She did mention something about love and affection, which was odd and out of place. Sirdan did nothing - just letting her get close, pretending to not notice, occasionally brushing his armor against her shoulder.* \n\n*He put down the helmet on the table.* \n\n\"Mmmm... While I am gone, I can give you the key to the house and the room - I think a friend or two of mine would love to help check up on the place. I would pull you into the trip, but we barely know eachother.\" \n\n*He chuckled.* \n\n\"I'm actually looking for someone to help me housekeep while I am away - and to do that sort of work. But you're a fighter, so you might be busy all the time - still, if you could spare time to help tidy up the place, I'd love that. Meal for me and my companions in the house, too.\" \n\n*He held his hands together.* \n\n\"If you're eager to fight - there's plenty of opportunities offered around - I can probably take you on a tour, or perhaps set you up with a training fight - you, against some summons, perhaps with another new person or two, and make sure you are ready to fight before we send you out into the real battlefield.\" \n\n\"How does that sound?\"" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "*The thought was in her head as to why this man was so comfortable with her being so close, It was a habit she rarely put in check as she in a sense liked being close to people. It may have been a lack of heat as well as she was a vampire now, or perhaps just a forced behavior to feel normal whatever the case she was unsure. While she was sitting she looked conflicted missing that feeling of a heart beat and a pulse, she started to enjoy It the more she thought about It.*\n\n*She heard his offers as he spoke and would agree to them, the chance to spar also was tempting as It was a distraction. With all of this the smell of food did make her look around the place, feeling her stomach growl as she recalled she had not ate in awhile. In a dizzy fashion she slumped a bit into Sirdan's shoulder. Groaning some being glad he had ordered food for the both of them, she didn't mind leaning on him It was something she was used to doing.*\n\n\"**That sounds... Fine. My mother taught me to clean up... So well It was spotless. It's only fair trade for allowing me to stay. And the fights... I would love to. After I get some food in my stomach. My appetite died for awhile there...**\"\n\n*She listened for his heartbeat and his pulse while leaning on him, this act could have been seen as romantic but It was not so much. It was to feel some sense of warmth and safety again, she was used to such darkness in her life this was a comfort she felt she needed.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The elf rubbed his chin, and then put down the tray of food, going back to the canteen to fetch her some local Salvainian red wine - nothing special, nothing fancy, but palatable. He got himself some small beer.* \n\n*He sat down and started digging into the meal, and started sipping on the beer.* \n\n\"Mmm. It is a strange tradition - even amongst the people of Sebduania, I've not seen such closeness being that common place.\" \n\n*He tilted his head and nodded in acknowledgement of her story, even though he is still convinced.* \n\n\"Do you not like the idea of being popular for being a bar maid? Do you find the idea of that repelling? Vulgar, perhaps?\" *He questioned.* \n\n\"Perhaps you want another career choice?\"" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "*She ate some of her food and drank some of her drink when she listened to him speak, his first comment was understandable It was quite odd for someone like her to be this way. But she did not know how to explain It was simply how her brain functioned, her thoughts were mostly on the food and now good it tasted seeming to enjoy It.*\n\n*With this she thought for a bit of time how to answer is question he asked, she had not disliked being popular but the idea was a bit confusing to her. She had only done her job yet she didn't feel worthy of that praise, after a few bites of food and some sips of her drink she spoke. Being polite as she had before.*\n\n\"**It is not that I do not like the thought. Rather... I am not used to such praise. I do not mind the work as normally It's very simple. I'd like to say It's just me being unable to take a compliment. I suppose I can try and explain...**\"\n\n*She took another few bites of her food while she thought of how to word It, and so she came up with at least something. However she may sound a bit odd or far fetched, this wasn't so easy to describe for her as It was brand new. So with one more sip of her drink to wash down her food she spoke.*\n\n\"**I am looking at the world as If It was brand new. The colors... The sounds are all enhanced. Sensations... Taste have all been changed. I am adjusting to all of this new change...**\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Hmmph... I suppose not everyone's used to being praised. Or enjoy the attention of what I presume are mostly men.\" *Sirdan said, sipping from his cup of small beer again, and then started digging into the food after she finished her first speech. He paused again.* \n\n\"Vampirism. I don't know what that is like - I heard it makes you desire blood, like a third kind of hunger, other than that for food and for water. Does it change other aspects of you too? Make you fear the sun? Fire?\" \n\n*The elf rested his chin on his hands, curious to know what a vampire has to say about being one.*" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "*While he responded she took the time to take a few more bites of her food, and other drink of her wine she was given feeling a lot better then before. Sirdan had asked about Vampirism while she was still new to It she would answer her best, taking another sip of her wine before doing so of course.*\n\n\"**The process Isn't pretty. But... It does open your eyes to the world. Everything is more vivid. Your sense of touch is increased among other things. It's a lot to take in all at once... And as for blood well. Yes It does make you desire It... It is something I am struggling with. But we can just as easily feed on animals as I was taught**\"\n\n*She paused for a moment to take another drink, feeling anxious about the topic realizing she had ate all of her food as well. Taking a deep breath she would try and smile, at least attempting to distract herself from her thoughts, Sirdan thankfully was helping in that regard keeping her mind busy*.\n\n\"**Fire... And Holy Magic. Are things I have leaned to be wary of from my mother. They hurt us more then normal... Beyond that. I have never feed on a person before... But I understand how people feel. It wasn't my choice... Forgive me for. Being so negative... I just have to deal with this. I find It hard to even fathom asking someone... If I can feed on them**\"." } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan was quite unaware of what he just implied - to have her as a live in servant of some sort. So he continued on, unaware of the blunder he has made.* \n\n\"Aye - it is Salvainia, one of the biggest city in the world. You can find anything legal here.\" *The elf smirked. The shop keep blinked his eyes, looking at the Vampire with a sense of wonder, and then beamed.* \n\n\"Thanks, don't get a lot of appreciation around here.\" \n\n\"He has paint thrown on his shop all the time for selling blood.\" *Sirdan added.* \n\n*The elf would grab the hilariously large and heavy copper container, holding it by the carry handle casually.* \n\n\"Alright, now that I've shown you where the blood are, let's get back home.\" \n\n*Sirdan would lead her away to a location slightly more uphill, where his large house, 3 stories house is located. He brought her inside the large, spacey lounge. The fireplace is extinguished, with a few embers, and there seems to be no one in the house. Part of the house looked slightly dusty - place where no one have wandered in a while.* \n\n*The house was big with a two kitchens and tiled roof, and even two lounges. Yet it feels empty, and underdecorated for its size.* \n\n\"Bedrooms are upstairs - three of them are occupied, you can pick any you like during your stay here.\"" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "*With the container for her monthly blood in hand she would follow Sirdan yet again, but not before bowing to the store keeper again of course. Within moments she now found herself guided by Sirdan to his home, It was giant and the fact she got to live here was jarring. She wasn't too picky where she slept so that was simple to pick a bedroom, but she did find the place was a piece of work.*\n\n\"**This place shouldn't be... Too bad hard to clean. Again I appreciate you allowing me to stay here. I just have a question... Who all lives here with you?**\"." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan would walk over to the armor stand, taking off his helmet and putting it on, and then slowly started removing the rest of his plate armor*\n\n\"My fiancee Hu Lang and Yukine lives here with me\"\n\n*He causally answered*\n\n\"Hu Lang's the owner of Blooming Lotus, a famous Runran restaurant around here. And Yukine's a vampire mage that I met while on a mission in Silnaria.\"" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "*She listened a bit to Sirdan and was curious who these people were, she wondered if she was going to meet them perhaps she would.*\n\n\"**Oh interesting. Maybe I will meet them. I... Want to speak with another Vampire. Maybe they can help me out. I am still adjusting to being one..**\"." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*He continued on the background.* \n\n\"Hu Lang's not a vampire - just an ordinary mage. As for Yukine, she is often busy, but she live in the house, so I am sure you will meet her a lot while you are staying here.\" \n\n\"As for me, I cannot offer much advices on vampirism... I am not one myself, after all.\" \n\n*The elf pondered what to do next.* \n\n\"So! What's your plan after you settle into the room? Need any help?\" *He would open up the door to one of the bedroom, and then started tidying it up - a comfortable straw mattress with linen bedding and sheet, plus a large proper pillow. Quite luxurious.*" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "*She listened to Sirdan speak about the different people who lived here, each person sounded unique and interesting and she wanted to meet them at some point. During this time she observed how Sirdan spoke finding he was quite calm and trusting, she did admire this as It was why she had a room here anyways. She would then answer his question seeming to be quite happy, sounding like velvet.*\n\n\"**Well... I am going to try and find a source of income. And after that... I am going to live life. Fall in love... Maybe buy a house at some point. If I need anything... Well I just like help meeting people. Making friends... It appears people here are not so against Vampires**\"." } ]

[ { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "* She would think things over a bit and just nod.*\n\n\"**Well... Honestly I am unsure how It all flows together I would need a proper tour. I am only offering such an idea cause well... It may help you out**\"." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Let's forget that idea for now.\" *The elf said, looking around the room for a bit more, wondering what kind of decors could be added.* \n\n\"I don't think the house need any re-arrangement, just more people living in it - make it a more lively place. I am using the other three rooms as storage. Though there isn't exactly a lot of people I'd like to rent the remaining rooms to.\" \n\n\"So! What are you plan for the rest of the day. Are you just going to rest and recuperate, and maybe come to the guild with me tommorow for training and your first job?\" \n\n\"Got anything else in mind?\"" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "*She pondered on what she wanted to do for the rest of the day she honestly had nothing better to do, she however did have a response for his question regarding joining him the next day. She was curious what a job was like at the guild and she was a bit eager to do one, she also wanted to explore a bit but she didn't like exploring on her own. The isolation of being on her own made her feel not comfy, she really wanted to meet more people*.\n\n**\"I will for sure... Join you tomorrow. But I really don't know what else to do for the rest of today**\"." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The elf paced around, rubbing his chin as he thought of what to do - there wasn't much else to do in the evening he could think of.* \n\n\"Well... I am not going to take you along on a hunt on the outskirt - It is getting late at night. I can make you dinner, wash the dishes, and then call it a day.\" \n\n\"Or we could do some physical training before retiring for dinner - there's still two hours of sunlight, after all. Or, we could go to a local tavern and spend our evening there.\"" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "\"I think Dinner would be nice... I need to adjust a bit more before I go into a Tavern. I hope you understand\"." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Then dinner it is! Do you mind if I made a run to the market and grab some steak for you?\" *He smiled.* \n\n\"Anything in particular you would like to eat?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "\"I do not mind. I am fine with whatever you offer. I am used to eating hunted food... So this city food is... A new experience to me\"." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Nothing bought or cooked at all?\" *The elf almost showed some sign of pity before moving out. Leaving her alone*\n\n*He ran over to the market hoping to catch the last bit of decent food before leaving. After twenty minutes, the elf returned in a hurry with a bag of spinach, some heavy cream and four large ribeye steak in a bag*\n\n\"I am back! So! As your host I will be making the meal\"\n\n\"And for sides, mashed potatoes or rice?\"" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "\"Mashed Potatoes sound good\"." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The elf would quickly head over to the kitchen, starting up a fire manually*\n\n*Then he peeled and cleaned the potatoes, hammering and mashing them in a bronze bowl - designed to withstand and take advantage of his supernatural strength*\n\n*Satisfied, he salted the potatoes and then took out some hard cheese, grinding pieces of it to form a nice coat on top of the potatoes. He shoved it into the oven*\n\n*Then he fried the spinach after boiling them for a bit, while simultaneously working on the ribeye steak, seasoning them with salt and crushed black pepper*\n\n*Thirty minutes later, he would set down some board on the table as tray, plate, fork, spoon and knife, alongside the ribeye steaks, potatoes and creamed spinach*\n\n\"Enjoy!\"" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "She would sit down at the dining table there was and seeming to wait, she contemplated a few things smelling the food that Sirdan cooked and then she saw It be served. Waiting for him to sit down with her to not be rude.\n\n\"It smells good! Sit down with me and we can share the meal\"." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*He sat down and beckoned her to take the opposite seat. Looks like both of his fiancees isn't here tonight, so it is just them*\n\n\"Of course! You are not planning to gobble it all up, are you?\"\n\n*He chuckled and reached for the jug of water, pouring some for himself*\n\n\"Ah! Forgot to ask you for drink. We got whiskey, wine and some ale here. No beer in the household. No fresh fruits for today. Anything you want?\"" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "\"Wine would be fine. And of course I won't scarf It down...\"." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The elf would pour some wine for her after fetching it from the storage - red wine of ordinary grade, locally produced*\n\n*Then he would get down to enjoying his meal, slicing apart the ribeye steak to reveal the juicy, medium rare interior, popping in the well marbled flesh into his mouth*\n\n\"Mmm. Haven't had a good steak in a while. I have a good excuse today.\"" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "She would start to eat her food along with drinking the wine she was given, the food tasted pretty good so she was happy about It." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*The elf would finish his food after half an hour, finding it a bit hard to devour all of the steak he has made.* \n\n\"Mmm... That was a good meal. Now, shall we retire and go to training tommorow? Nothing else planned for the evening, right?\" \n\n*The elf looked outside - the sun was setting, it was time to sleep.*" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "*She finished her meal and would smile politely offering a nod to Sirdan.*\n\n\"**Thank you for the meal. I think we better call It a night... Rest is always good before training. Again I thank you for the meal... But could you show me an empty room? I will take any room at this point**\"." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "*Sirdan looked quite confused, and offered his hand to hers.* \n\n\"...I thought I just offered you a room to settle in, are you so tired you forgot?\" \n\n*He would offer to take her upstair to the room he just showed her.*" }, { "author": "Scarlet Whiterose", "message": "She was a bit tired she would admit with a nod as she was guided to her room.\n\n\"I... Forgive me. I am tired yes. I think I am going to rest now... Again thanks for dinner. And I will see you tomorrow\"\n\nFrom here she would enter her room placing her sword on the bed beside her, falling into her bed and falling asleep feeling her tiredness drift her away." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Sounds like you need a lot of rest\" \n\n*The elf chuckled, and then fished inside his wallet, handing her a set of key.*\n\n\"This is the key to your bedroom - and a key to the house. Don't forget it.\" \n\n\"Also, for your information - I don't have a spare key for your room - so please don't lose the key, I'd need to call a locksmith in that case. You can feel safe in the room.\"\n\n*He wasn't sure how much the guarantee was worth, but he thought it was worth something.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer", "message": "*While it was intentioned to get a bit lost when she had left that camp of Juna's, Ehakli did not intend to go so far east as to encounter the capitol city of Salvainia itself, It was already getting dark, so what else could be done? She'd find herself an inn with a nearby stable for her biped-hating horse, and try to find a means to drink enough to forget her foolish mistakes.*\n\n*Familar enough with the city, she found herself settled in with relative alacrity, making certain to find an inn that was pointedly* ***Not*** *The establishment she turned blue with those crystals that one day. In an inn simply called the Sundered Beak, she would wile away some hours before bed over some of that rum the city seemed to have in abundance with its sugar trade. While at first she'd just be happy to have her armor off and wear just her casual traveling clothes, the fact that her waylay had caused her to miss the meeting she brought a dress for gave her a 'hell with it' push to wear it in the tavern aread downstairs, a green and soft yellow affair, with long open sleeves tied back at the elbows, and a yellow pattern of silnarian knots embroidered up the bodice. The dark elf's white hair was let down tonight, she care* ***So*** *Much as to go into that much effort for drinking alone.*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She walked into the busy tavern, her heels clanking on the cold floor. Tonight she was wearing a silk dress with lace embroidery, in a blood red color. Her hair was in a high pony tail, resembling her high status. Her nails, sharp as ever, caged in black lace gloves. This wasn't her usual attire as she usually wears soft clothing. Her luscious eyes shined in the sky, reflecting the stars off her ethereal pupils. Entering the tavern, she looked around, deciding to grab a seat next to an interesting looking figure.*" }, { "author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer", "message": "*Noticing someone new take a stool beside her, Ehakli turned her head and canted it in a greeting fashion, ceramic vessel of spirits in hand, empty ones sat on the bar before her next to a wooden pipe. As the barkeep took the empty cups and inquired Kiko of her fancy, Ehakli's violet eyes took in the sight of this almost alarmingly tall beastkin. She waited for her interaction with the barkeep to finish before speaking.* \"Of all my years on this world, I don't think I've seen someone quite like you before. You wouldn't be from Mattan, would you?\"" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She turns to look, her eyes like a blanket of oceans.* \"Oh no.. I'm from Silnaria.. I'm visiting.\" *She says in a quite tone, though her voice comes out sounding like a calm wave, eating up the sand gently as it moves.*" }, { "author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer", "message": "*There was a shift of the tholian's brow at the admission. Even after centuries, it was still strange to hear Silnaria refer to a land that wasn't everywhere of the world. At least nowadays it helped give a lot more context.* \"Oh? Well, that explains those rather delightful shoes of yours.\" *The dark elf's voice was gentle but had a rather sultry undertone to it that somehow matched the experience in her eyes.* \"Hail Aelsilnari, then.\" *She said with an easy grin, raising her cup a few inches with the old Silnari cheers, taking a sip of her rum after it.* \"How does Salvainia treat you in your visit?\"" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She looked away, not sure what to say at that compliment. She never usually receive them..* \"Th.. Thank you..\" *She said, her voice breaking up slightly.* \"And.. Salvainia has been.. Nice so far..\" *Talking to people wasn't her first plan while going to a tavern, she expected to get drunk, go to the Inn sleep and eventually leave Salvainia.*" }, { "author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer", "message": "*The dark elf's eyes looked over the kemonomimi studiously upon the reaction displayed. While elves weren't mind readers, they were pretty proficient at reading people. With a friendly nod in response to Kiko's assessment of how the city had been treating her so far, Ehakli turned back her attention to her rum, downing the rest of her cup with a satisfied sigh.* \"They have everything in this city. Never once found this kind of drink in Silnaria, made from sugar cane they say. It's become a favorite of mine after a long day on horseback.\" *She said, before ordering more, adding to the barkeep to just bring the rest of the bottle.*" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "\"You ride horses..? I usually go in carriages and if not I just walk..\" *She said in a confused tone, looking at the elf's shiny clear skin.*" }, { "author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer", "message": "\"Mm.\" *She hummed in confirmation to the question while receiving the bottle, flashing two fingers to the barkeep. Her skin was indeed clear, blessed are the restorative works of magic in the realm of Drase, a complexion of dark gray, with just a hint of purple in her pigmentation in the glow of the candlelight and hearth fire that lit the tavern in the evening night.*\n\n\"Well, at least I try to, it has been a long time since I practiced before the recent months, but I do ride, whether for war or to make court with the various movers and shakers in this busy but quiet era.\" \n\n*She poured two cups from the bottle, offering one to the bunny-like stranger.* \"I am Ehakli, by the way, of House Aibaer of the Lymian Republic. Would you drink with me, Miss?\"" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "\"Gladly.\" *She said with a luscious smile.* \"And call me Kiko. Or Lin. Or if you wanted to be fancy, miss Lin will do dear.\" *This was going to be a fun night, she thought.*" }, { "author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer", "message": "*A wry grin spread across lips painted blue as the kemonomimi seemed less shy than a moment ago.* \"I do in fact enjoy indulging in the fanciful, Miss Lin.\" *She said, lightly tapping her cup against Kiko's before taking another sip of the strong spirit. There was a tired relief that washed over the tholian, between her concerns with Juna and failing to make it in time to secure a business meeting, it was nice to have a drink with a stranger who had nothing to do with any of it.*\n\n\"I haven't been in Silnaria for quite a few years now, beautiful as always I imagine? The lavender flowers in the hills there must be blooming about this time of year.\"" }, { "author": "Kiko Lin.", "message": "*She takes a sip of her red wine, her cloves entertaining with the gold cup.* \"Ah yes.. They're quite beautiful. I remember it when I was younger.. There were a lot of roses.\"" }, { "author": "Ehakli of House Aibaer", "message": "*She gave Kiko a curious look.* \"You say that as if you haven't been home for some time. Long visit? I suppose it must be if you indeed walked here from there.\" *A light breath of laughter escaped.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Pompeii Titan", "message": "Pompeii is strutting into the city. She's got her own personally designed dress that flows perfectly, some kickass heels with spikes on them, and two MASSIVE arbalests on her back, criss cross apple sauce. \nThe arbalests are made out of a tasteful dark wood with silver and gold carvings that look like swirls of air. They seem very masterfully crafted.\nShe lugs a big suitcase behind her with one hand, while she puffs her fluff with another, the other two hands holding a cigar up to her mouth and lighting it as she walks through town." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would be making his way along the road, most of his focus on a map he held as he would casually trace a route to a nearby country while he walked. He planned on making a trip back north and, after a short visit to a cartographer, he managed to get a map to give him an idea of what alternative routes there were in comparison to the ones he has already tried. In his moment of mild distraction, the Elf hadn't taken notice of the moth, mostly due to him becoming used to those typically moving out of the way of the tall masked Elf. It wasn't until he had practically tripped over the short woman that he finally came to notice her on the road, having to catch himself before he could fall completely over her. Terrel would lower his map, glancing down at her with a lack of much interest.*\"Pardon me.\"*He'd say, his voice monotone.*" }, { "author": "Pompeii Titan", "message": "She scoffs at the man not watching himself.\n\"Watch where you're going, you mouth-breather.\"\nShe seems extremely irritated and then notices the mask.\n\"Oh my my, I didn't know the circus was in town.\"\nShe states pompously." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Mouth-breather?\"*The Elf would question back to himself, mostly confused by the sudden backhanded insult. His focus, now on the moth person, would lead him to looking her up and down quizzically. With the comment towards the circus, the Elf would merely smirk at her, deciding to play along to her pompous nature.*\"You like?\"*He'd question.*\"It's quite traditional around here during this time of year. Noblemen tend to feel more festive when the celebrations start.\"*The Elf would lie, figuring this woman for some kind of tourist.*" }, { "author": "Pompeii Titan", "message": "She pauses in disbelief and fluffs up her floof a bit Incase he was telling the truth.\n\"There's no way you're actually a noble.\"\nShe looks him over a second time.\n\"Maybe with those robes you could be, but unless you're sneaking to you're mistresses house I can't imagine nobility being caught dead wearing something like that.\"\nShe parks the suitcase behind her and takes a puff of her cigar." } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Quite the contrary.\"*He'd say back.*\"I'd say it's a well suited disguise for traveling amongst the commoners.\"*The Elf would look at her in mild amusement. Tucking his map away into his robe, Terrel would allow his arms to fold behind him just enough so that his cloak could cover up his arms as a sort of blanketed shield around him, though in turn making him possibly appear more passive.*\"Who would pass up such an opportunity to join in the fun without the whole country sauntering after them? It's quite a regal fit despite questionable representation on the high class. But of course, who am I to say? You clearly have a well versed opinion on such fashion statements I presume?\"*The Elf would continue, catering to this woman's presumed ego in her given thoughts on what he wore.*" }, { "author": "Pompeii Titan", "message": "She stares at him for a second before catching herself and fluffing up her floof with two hands this time.\n\"Well... Of course I do.\"\nShe stammers before finding her thoughts\n\"Have you not seen the clothes I wear? All hand crafted from yours truly. I'm glad at least you can tell what good clothes are.\"\nShe pauses\n\"And I do not understand why you'd want to lower yourself to the level of peasantry these people participate in. Do you wish to watch a pig roll in the mud or a woman sweep the floor of an ale stained tavern?\"\nShe rolls her eyes" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Hard to miss once trained on the unseeing eye.\"*He'd say, walking a tight circle around her as if he admiring the fashion sense from all angles, his cloak flowing behind him much like a metaphoric spider entangling the Qua in a web of lies. It seemed easy to flatter one enough to force them to take back what words they say, though it wasn't always enough to completely rid one of their superiority complex. He's learned that enough from the Lathians. At her final question of why he'd come here, the Elf would lean down, quite a distance with the height difference so that he was much closer to her eye level.*\"My dear, there are some things that cannot be witnessed within noble walls.\"*He'd continue, tilting his head up thoughtfully as if inquiring her. It probably would have been much easier to get the message across by winking, though with the mask covering most of his face it wasn't really possible. Still though, she could only take it as she would want to, thus was the way of telling someone what they'd want to hear.*" }, { "author": "Pompeii Titan", "message": "She gasps.\n\"Are you seriously out here to watch someone be killed...? Or what other filth are you looking for that can't be found within noble walls? It seems like the whole mistress part is starting to make sense again.\"\nShe fluffs her neck puff up again\n\"I'm surely not your type so why don't you take a step back, you... What even is your name?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*A sly grin, one at least noticeable enough to cross his face before he'd stand upright again. Something they can actually agree on. He'd stand there for a short moment, pondering over the question in her asking what his name was in wonder of whether he should keep the ruse up. Seeing as she seemed to at least believe in the mistress story, he decided to let it continue for the time being.*\"You can call me Thalleous.\"*He'd eventually say.*\"How may I refer to you, hm?\"" }, { "author": "Pompeii Titan", "message": "She'd take another puff of her cigar while she thought and another hand grabbed a brush from behind her to begin to straighten up her floof more.\n\"My name is Pompeii Titan, but you can refer to me as Miss Titan.\"\nShe pauses as she almost takes another puff\n\"It's a pleasure to meet you Thalleous despite my original thoughts of someone who looks like you.\"\nShe takes a puff" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Pleasure is all mines.\"*He'd say, holding back the temptation to make a sarcastic quip as he'd shift some of his focus away from her to glance out towards where he was originally walking towards.*\"I take it you're touring around the city?\"*The Elf would question, inclining his head down towards her suitcase.*" }, { "author": "Pompeii Titan", "message": "\"I am not *Touring.* I'm here on business. Yes, a lady *Can* Do business on her own, surprising I know.\"\nShe rolls her eyes\n\"Expansions of mercantile empires and weapons trade.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Never doubted it.\"*The Elf would comment from the moth's irritations. It seemed she was one to help with working for the empire, something the Elf cared little of. At least the notion of weapons brought something the Elf could focus on.*\"Carrying any well forged weaponry on you currently?\"*He'd ask her.*" }, { "author": "Pompeii Titan", "message": "She scoffs.\n\"Are you blind? Everything I carry is well forged. They are all hand made by me.\"\nShe pulls out the two massive arbelists strapped to her back after putting the stuff in her hands away. She holds them up with all four hands showing off how they look. Again, the arbalests are made out of a tasteful dark wood with silver and gold carvings that look like swirls of air. They seem very masterfully crafted.\n\"My arbelists could be placed into the hands of any peasant and allow them to take down a bear in a single shot. If I would ever stoop so low to allow a peasant to touch my craftsmanship.\"\nShe gestures to the suitcase.\n\"I have lesser weapons in there. Crossbows, bows, swords. The majority of them are ranged weapons so my work is not lost to brutes but I carry some melee weapons just incase.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Right...\"*The Elf would say more dubiously. As effective as the Arbalest was, it's efficiency remained questionable in the heat of combat with how it took to load up. As much as she seemed to care about the patrons she'd rather not have around her craftsmanship, money was still money in his eyes.*\"So I'm assuming you've had frequent sales in that case? Some from those presumably of high class?\"*He'd ask her, wondering just how well she could be doing with her selective trade. It was a lot more common for things to fall into the hands of peasants rather than nobles due to popularity, but if she could have somehow made a name for herself, that would be the easy way to get what she wanted.*" }, { "author": "Pompeii Titan", "message": "\"Of course. I only deal with nobles or those with enough money to mimic the lifestyle of nobles. As long as they aren't savages.\"\nShe rolls her eyes\n\"It's why I bring so much power to the table. It's been many times that these small brain monkeys are denied the use of my weapons and tried to take them by force.\"\nShe rubs her hand down the side of her craftsmanship on the arbelist.\n\"Nothing's more convincing then stapling a blinkered fool to a wall.\"\nShe smiles as she inspects her craftsmanship as if it's new to her again." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*At this point, the Qua had rolled her eyes so many time that Terrel found himself following her dark irises distractedly in an arc each time she did it. It was almost as if giving an added counter to something where her words failed to interest him much. After all, he was no nobleman even if he pretended to be such. Besides, her artillery didn't interest him enough to do business with a woman with her attitude. He was fortunate enough to break away from it off the bat despite having to listen to the second hand filter of it.*\"And you were able to fight them off?\"*The Elf would ask, picking up at least that portion of her words while she seemed to overly admire her own work.*" }, { "author": "Pompeii Titan", "message": "She looks at him quizzically\n\"Of course I was able to. A grand showing of power is all it takes for little rats to scurry back into their holes.\"\nShe walks around him this time for a second to judge him.\n\"Hmmm, you seem to take good care of your sword, even if it isn't special. But that crossbow... Tsk tsk tsk.\"\nShe says disappointingly \n\"Please tell me that's a toy you intend to give a child and not your ranged weapon of choice.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel's gaze would follow her as she'd circle around him, raising an eyebrow towards her assessment. He supposed looks didn't always do a weapon justice, especially not when a judgmental moth was involved.*\"It gets the job done when its use is needed. My preference has always been more towards swordsmanship, however.\"*He'd answer.*" }, { "author": "Pompeii Titan", "message": "\"A chain is only as strong as it's weakest link.\"\nShe circles back around him.\n\"If you wish to dominate battle, you must be prepared to succeed in *All* Positions.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You know.\"*He would say in a matter of fact tone.*\"Most would typically cut off the weakest link for the sake of resolving any issue, but in my case, I'm lucky a bolt hasn't gotten stuck in the crossbow's track yet. I suppose you'd recommend it getting further upgraded for the sake of not having any altercations mid-fight?\"" }, { "author": "Pompeii Titan", "message": "\"Of course. What? Do you want to be bested by some beast or lesser just because you didn't get equipment in good enough condition? Those who rely on skill have to know that they rely on concepts and items more complicated than the standard bashing to a pulp. While these are more complicated and will often best those who take lesser forms, it's a lot harder for a creature to lose the most basic form of savagery as it is for a 2 bit string to snap under tension.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You speak of it as if you suspect it to fall apart upon the moment it is used.\"*The Elf would say in a more thoughtful tone. He'd reach for his heavy crossbow, taking it out more fully though keeping an eye on other passerbys in the event of them growing any more interested in what was going on. A weapon can only be upgraded so much as far as his experience went with getting his weapons more equipped for much harder opponents.*\"I guess I should try my luck with an enchanter if I ever find one capable enough to making sure my crossbow is well taken care of in the event that I'm blatantly fighting a beast or 'lesser'.\"" }, { "author": "Pompeii Titan", "message": "\"You speak as if that would never happen. Those who fail to plan, plan to fail.\"\nShe smiles and looks it over.\n\"Oh yes, this is just, oh my.\"\nShe looks genuinely disappointed at it as she examines in.\n\"Good luck find an enchanter worth their salt. If I were you, I'd invite me to your castle and beg for me to hand craft you one of your own.\"\nShe says smugly" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*My castle? The Elf had hold back the need to laugh at the thought of it. Inviting this narcissistic moth to his imaginary castle so that he could beg her to craft him a weapon he was more than capable of purchasing himself?*\"What an intriguing thought.\"*The Elf would say back almost as if he were considering it.*\"However, I'm afraid I can only bring back the most esteemed craftsman to my castle and you...\"*He'd look her over, smile formulating once more, this time in a more teasing fashion towards the insult that would soon follow.*\"Well I've never heard of you at all.\"" }, { "author": "Pompeii Titan", "message": "Her eyes narrow and looks extremely annoyed.\n\"I'm not going to clamber to your wishes of trying to appeal to you. My works are *One of a kind.* It's not my fault that you aren't well versed enough in well crafted weapons to not know the best.\"\nShe puffs up her fluff agitatedly. \n\"I'd rather die than allow my brand to be lowered to a place where those who traipse around with common folk know of it.\"\nShe pauses \n\"Exclusivity is the reason why my weapons and their craftsmanship are the best. Why don't you go talk to one of the feebleminded blacksmiths in the market district if you wish to have iron hammered into a crudely shaped toy, okay hun?\"\nShe says condescendingly, but still clearly annoyed and bothered by his comment." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*That could very well be arranged, the Elf would think in hearing her agitated words come back to him. One so outwardly prideful. It would only be her downfall or bankruptcy for that matter. It was hard to tell much of the expression Terrel was portraying, the smile never fading in her spitting insult after insult. Idly, he would put the Crossbow away, moving his cloak back over it to return the weapon to its concealment while he waited for the Moth woman to finish.*\"I'll give you the benefit of the doubt then.\"*Terrel would say, tilting his head back slightly as he'd glance down at her.*\"Your weapons are truly one of a kind? Then I'll await to hear what progress you make in the business scheme of it. By then I'm sure you wouldn't need me as an extra patron, but I'm sure you would hardly love anything more than to prove a noble wrong, hm?\"" }, { "author": "Pompeii Titan", "message": "She smiles in that fake popular girl smile.\n\"Oh, I'd love nothing more than that. I'll joyfully await the day to be sipping wine and hear the news of a noble who was mauled by a creature as his weapons failed upon him.\"\nShe looks at him over for a second again.\n\"You know, I think the mask is starting to make sense now. I'm sure I'd wear a mask if I looked like you did. At least it's a neat accessory that seems well crafted.\"\nShe smiles again as if she hadn't just insulted him.\n\"Don't take this as a decline of sales though, you are always welcome to come find me again and grovel at my feet if you wish to rethink your decision.\"\nShe fluffs her floof again." }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Looks can be deceiving.\"*The Elf would say back.*\"This mask does a great job of characterizing it.\"*He'd eventually turn away, taking her words as opportunity to dismiss himself and rid him from the conversation.*\"For a commoner, you'd fit in quite well with the Lathians.\"*He'd say to her, allowing her to take it as a compliment or insult. Whichever she saw fit.*\"You should hold out on all that fluff prep though. I hear such fine material gets worn down quite easily.\"*The Elf would comment, toying with the small bit of fluff along the his cloak before soon heading off.*" }, { "author": "Pompeii Titan", "message": "She would stand there speechless and insulted as he walked away. She would quickly turn around and haul off her suitcase to walk away and drop her half smoked cigar on the ground. She'd quickly bring out her brush again and brush at her fluff as she walked away, worried about the condition of it now.\nShe would talk under her breath reassuring herself and insulting him." } ]

[ { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would silently make his way down to the main part of the tavern, various objects in his arms from what he had gathered from the rooms they were using, the rest just everyday supplies for the preparation in them leaving Salvania. It had been a couple days since the incident and since then, Terrel had made it his job to forget about it. What was done was done, completing a job while losing an ally in the process. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised in her not turning up since, the Druid already feeling a need to leave the group behind and in doing such leaving them in a fiery pit. What better way to go? He'd head over to one of the booths placing the items down and reorganizing them while he waited for other two to turn up. The Elf would have to go pick up his horse later. Right now, his mind was merely on getting ready to continue a long delayed journey North.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru came into the tavern with a smile seeing his travel companion. Terrel would have seen him from occasion to occasion but Kibaru seemed quite busy. Always gone early in the morning and back late at night. Sometimes he wouldn't even come back. Being left in a fiery grave to die by their previous companion was quite upsetting, but he eventually grew over it with the amount of work he had to do*\n\n\"He bud. You ready to go yet?\" *He asked after aproaching terrel* \"I'm almost done with my prep\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Just about.\"*He would say, not looking up from his task in separating the items. It was already obvious one thing missing amongst what he had collected back, though he had went about checking everything anyways.*\"I have the suspicion that I've been robbed of a book I once had.\"*He'd say. While the comment was less serious, his tone of voice lacked the usual sarcasm. The magic book's presence was short lived and though he didn't want it around at first, the Elf had found some enjoyment in getting a chance to read something he had missed out on for years. He was sure he could get a new one someday, but that bit of motivation has lessened in the loss of the first. He was fortunate enough for someone to grab it, but it was now he was reminded that he was still a swordsman over a mage.*\"What have you been up to anyways?\"*He'd ask him, finally looking over to his remaining travel companion.*\"Hardly seen you around the past couple days.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"A book... Important?\" *Kibaru asked himself, but seeing as the elf continued as if it wasn't, he assumed not.* \"Oh, Well you know that place that we were almost burned alive in and that didn't have an owner anymore with a few dead bodies inside... Fun fact, properties that's burned down and have the owner dead inside cost less, who knew\" *Kibaru said with a chuckle* \"So yeah, I started that restaurant I always wanted. Though I would have preferred it not being half burned down, but I guess that little incident did get rid of that unnecessary décor and made remodelling a little cheaper\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"For a mage anyways.\"*He'd say to answer the Kibaru's question about the book.*\"Well you buy a cheap place, you're going to end up having to pay to fix it up anyways.\"*The Elf would say casually.*\"Who's going to run it while we head up North anyways? Don't tell me you already have a full fledge staff working there in the few days you were gone.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"You think I was just running around chasing my own tail the whole time... Yes I got a full fledge staff. Say what you will, but I am still a merchant. I do know some people that helped me out.\" *He said looking over at the tavern* \"As for the fixing... Well. It's a price I'm willing to pay. I got a cheap piece of land with a decent foundation and a rep. That might actually end up helping me. I mean, can you imagine the rumours about a new place starting up after a few people died in a fire accident?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Are those rumors supposed to help the business?\"*The Elf would ask quizzically, raising an eyebrow. Sure it was free publication, but surely no one would want to go to a place where there are rumors around people dying there. Well, no reasonable people anyways.*\"Besides, as well geared as they were for a fight, I doubt old staff would be all to keen to let you go. Luckily enough we took care of their boss, so maybe they won't care as much about a lost business.\"*He'd slide the items in his bag, throwing it over his shoulders for the time being.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well, I mean. I hired some old staff too. Not like they were part of the fight. And the rumours well help spread the name, you know. All publicity is good publicity... It will start out with curious people first, then more people will come\" *He said thinking... Even if he wanted to, there was nothing he could really do about what people though, so might as well start a few rumours himself*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well if you say so. Maybe I'll pay a visit one day whenever we get back from the trip. Give the potato soup another try.\"*He'd say, eventually standing back up.*\"Need to stop by the marketplace one more time before collecting the horses?\"*The Elf would ask.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well I still need to sort out some thing myself se we might as well go there right after we go to the market.\"*Kibaru said before bolting to his room and soon returning with all his stuff* \" What are you getting anyway?\" *He asked with his tails curiously wagging behind him*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Probably just more food for the road. The way back North is going to take much longer than our trip here. Plus, I'd figure I could find some use for these.\"*He'd say, reaching into his bag to take out the blood vials.*\"Might sell them but, who knows? Maybe they have other uses than just for vampires considering how much they failed to feed one.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Depends. Generally speaking, it would make for great bait hunting predators. Besides, selling vails like that on the open market is a little sketchy, you know.\" *He said sighing as he saw them. Why'd she have to react like that. Well doesn't matter, she's gone now. She could have at least left without setting the place on fire*\n\n*He then turned towards the door and started walking* \"If you want food, I could always ask the chefs to prepare us something\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well to be fair... I bought them from the open market.\"*The Elf would respond casually while listening to his different options.*\"You're probably better off using them in that case. Unless there's some large beast that I get value from killing, hunting isn't my thing really.\"*He'd think on the offer for a moment as Kibaru mentioned asking his chefs to whip something up, giving a light shrug of his shoulders.*\"What's one more meal before we leave, eh? You want to stop by the place before we grab the horses and set out?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Sure. We can make a quick stop, get go to the market, get the horse and go back. They should be able to have prepared the rations by then.\" *Kibaru said as he exited the tavern and turned right leading the way to his restaurant*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Alright.\"*The Elf would agree, placing the vials back in his bag and following after the Kemonomimi. At least the restaurant prepared rations would be much better than the snacks they packed along the way. Not that warm meals every truly last while traveling, but it was something.*\"Shouldn't take too long then.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I hope not. I guess now's as good as time as any to see what their worth is\" *He said with a shrug* \"While we walk, can I ask you as question. Why exactly don't you like meat?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would give a light shrug of his shoulders.*\"Like I said before, not a fan of it.\"*He'd answer simply.*\"Tried it and didn't care for it, so I just stick to vegetables and various other foods.\"*It was never really anything more than that. If the Elf truly had to eat meat, he could, though he wouldn't like it. That's for sure.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"So basically you're just a picky eater?\" *Kibaru said looking back at Terrel before sighing* \"Must have not had a good cook\" *He said with a smirk slightly visible from behind his mask*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You can consider it that. Not like I'm the only one with preferences.\"*He'd say with a chuckle as he'd continue along the road.*\"I wouldn't go as far as to say that.\"*He'd continue on with a shrug at Kibaru's motion of him not having a good cook.*\"Nothing better than home cooked meals even if it couldn't get me to like meat any more. Besides, vegetables are a lot more convenient to travel around with.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Meat is far easier to get. And you can also prep them properly to last longer. Like to make some jerky. But I believe meat is better with other thing to complicate and bring out it's features\" *He said before coming to a stop in front of the building the had to make an emergency exit out of. It looked like it was being built and at first glance one wouldn't be able to tell it was burned down a couple of days ago*\n\n\"Whatca think?\" *Kibaru asked leading them in to the building. The roof was mostly missing and this place clearly wasn't close to opening just yet. The hammering of nails and yelling of labourers was everywhere*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You know at the end of the day meat and vegetables are the same thing. You raise both on a farm and you got to season both for it to taste any good. But you prefer meat and I prefer vegetables.\"*The Elf would say, coming to a stop next to Kibaru. He'd look up towards the building, noticing it being only partially done after what it had gone through some nights ago.*\"Bit of a fixer upper.\"*He'd say bluntly, not looking away from it while the people continued construction.*\"But better the aftermath than being there while it was burning down.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah, She's doing far better then the day after, should have seen the place... Well at least now it's far better. Should be done in a week or 2 I hope... I swear if I get back here and it's not, I'm going to have to chop a few heads again\" *Kibarus said jokingly* \"So, want something to eat for now?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"They'd be miles away before you'd even begin searching.\"*He'd joke back. Considering those who have gotten away in the past, if these guys really wanted to run off without finishing, there was no better time than when they were leaving.*\"Sure, what's on the menu?\"*He'd ask.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Good thing I hired people with roots then I guess.\" *He said before leading them to the kitchen where the chefs were busy making some food already* \"Just name it... We have some veggie soup if you want some... Or a salad if you're feeling a little fancy\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"If you think a salad is any fancier than soup, I think you need to go a few days with nothing but vegetables on your plate.*\"He would say, following after Kibaru to head towards the kitchen.*\"Vegetables aren't the only thing I eat, y'know. Surely you have some interesting specials outside of the same vegetables I eat already.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Bread, we have Bread\" *He said with a slight chuckle* \"Some curry and rice maybe... I want to see just what exactly these cooks can do, so odder what you want and be a judge\" *He said before going through the kitchen inspecting the odds and ends*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*He'd let out a snort of suppressed amusement.*\"Alright I'll have bread, curry, and rice then.\"*Terrel would say simply. He'd glance around the kitchen. This being the only other time he's been inside the place outside of when they were looking to raid the place.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"You heard the man guy!\" *He yelled out and repeated* \"Bread, Curry and rice. As well as Rations. We'll be back for those\" *He said smiling at the order* \"Always wanted to do something like that\" *He then turned his gaze back at Terrel* \"At least we had some pest control, huh?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I can tell.\"*The Elf would say in seeing how peachy he was.*\"Speaking of pests.\"*Terrel would scratch at his head, causing the small body of the Furrow in his hair to pop up from it.*\"Nearly this guy's feeding time. Guess I'll be sharing with him. I wonder how my wolves are found back at the house.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"They probably miss you... But Adeliza can handle them at least... I hope. She might spoil them a little though\" *Kibaru nodded as he observed his cooks art work, giving a few of them pointer. Some of the seemed quite young and inexperienced. One oni seemed like he was better suited to being a warrior. There were a few races at work, except for any beastmen or Elves* \"If I get even a single hair in this food, you're kissing your hair good bye.\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Feel like I might regret having to reteach a spoiled wolf, but it's that or have them die out in the wild, so I'll take it.\"*He'd say, watching Kibaru go about, showing the new chefs how to cook.*\"Might want to invest in your own hair net in that case bud.\"*He'd say as a joke, lightly poking at the Kemonomimi's wolf-like ears.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"The trick is to take really good care of my tails. Brush them everyday and not to wag them to much when around food\" *He said looking at Terrel* \"I've had my experiences with hair in food plenty of times. Pretty sure you have had some as well\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Can't you just make-.\"*He'd gesture a hand towards Kibaru.*\"All of it disappear?\"*The Elf would question. It was a wonder why the Kemonomimi didn't use that ability more often for his own convenience. Then again the Elf didn't understand anything about their shapeshifting ability, making him wonder if there was another reason behind it. With Kibaru suggesting the same probably happens with him, the Elf would open his mouth to say something, soon coming to notice an extra strand of hair sitting over his mask. Has that always been there? He'd blow on it, forcing it to return back to its normal position after a few tries.*\"I have no idea what you mean.\"*He'd say nonchalantly.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Sure...\" *Kibaru said letting out a soft chuckle* \"I mean... I could... But that's an inconvenience. Imagine having to put on a stuffy uniform to do something really physical. It's uncomfortable in my human form. Without the tails, my balance feels off and without the ears, sound is weird.\" *He said as he sat down on a chair pulling out another for Terrel. In the mean while, the cooks continue to make food with the sound of utensils, pots and pans filling the room, Good thing it was so open, or Kibaru might have left by now*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Okami, it's cooking, not fighting a bear.\"*He'd say to him, sitting down in the chair as he'd bring one over for him to sit in.*\"But I can see the discomfort in wearing uniform. Hence I wear this.\"*He'd say gesturing to his odd get up.*\"Actually I doubt this defends my case too well, but if I could switch between different forms I'd do it just to mess with people. Might even maintain better balance that way.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Oh, Mess with people I have\" *He said with a chuckle* \"It might not be fighting a bear, but it's still an inconvenience that I'd much rather not go through. And your clothing is at least better than mine\" *He said gesturing to his short pants closed jacket and wrapping around his feet. With the warmer climate, he clearly lost some of his clothes*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You hardly wear any clothes half the time.\"*He'd say back in a joking tone.*\"Winter was probably a first, but I'm guessing Kemonomimi's...*Man you guys have a long name*...\"*He'd begin, uttering the last part more under his breath.*\"...Find it harder to keep warm than Beastkins usually.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"True, but I grew up in a generally colder climate. So I'd much rather prefer the cold over heat any day. But being beaskin must be awesome though. Traversing through artic wind... While I have to actually suite up to be able to survive in winter\" *He said the last part with a bitter tone. He wasn't much a fan of wearing to much clothing... Especially if it got hotter*\n\n\"But I guess it's better then being an elf... Not even tails to wrap around and keep you warm\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I think I can make the bet that they must get real hot in the summer.\"*He'd say regarding the beastkins. Not like they could really escape their own fur. Realistically anyways.*\"Being an Elf is all fine and good outside of most of them creating standards that I could care less of.\"*He'd say letting out a chuckle.*\"Why would we need tails though when our hair be growing all the way down to the floor.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Don't tell me that long loose hair never got in the way. With tails you can at least control where they are, but with hair... Well it's just everywhere. Turn to fast and your vison is blocked. To windy and it's just as bad\" *He said with a shrug* \"I honestly see no benefit to longer hair... It's even more effort to take care of\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Well why do you think I cut it? Don't tell me you thought my hair was always this short.\"*He'd say.*\"It's one thing having long hair and fighting as a mage, it's another fighting up close with a dangerously sharp object.\"*He'd tilt his head back slightly.*\"At least cutting it is an option. I'd laugh at even considering the idea with your tails.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"I brush them okay. Take good care and there's no need to cut it... Though I would lie if I said I wasn't Jealous of other Kemono... Like the cat like for short fur... But I have some pride in these tails of mine\" *He said smiling at his tails drooping behind him* \"Some times it's really hard not to wag though... So I have to be careful and not get to exited\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I doubt the other tails helps too much.\"*He'd say.*\"Haven't seen many of the cat ones. But not as uncommon as some of the beastkin for me. How often do you get excited from cooking anyways?\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Far to much, though I can keep it under control for the most part. Though sometimes when at home it get's a little out of control...\" *He said with a shrug just as their food is handed to them* \"Here you go sir\" *They said before continuing in the kitchen*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I'll try to avoid asking.\"*He'd say. With the food arriving, the Elf would grab the Furrow from his hair and would place upon the table, sliding over a piece of bread to distract the bird for a while. While Tzu took the time to eat, Terrel would as well, enjoying his meal for the time being.*\"Won't get food like this often while traveling. It's too bad we lost a mage. Maybe there's some spell out there that can just conjure good food whenever they felt like it.\"*He'd say jokingly.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Well that might sound convenient, but that sounds quite boring. I'd much rather prefer a mage that can store food, like a freezer\" *He said before continuing the ear the Curry. It was a little bit more mild than what he makes it, but he does have a different palate then normal people* \"So, how is it?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Ice mages exist you know. They're just more commonly known as aquatic mages.\"*He'd say, recalling what small information he could retain about magic after the Vampiress saw him more as an ice wielder. Taking a few more bites of it, he'd say:*\"Not bad. Seems like Tzu is enjoying his food as well.\"*The Elf would angle his head towards the small bird, nibbling away at the piece of bread he had given him.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Very good\" *He said smiling at Terrel's comment.* \"Though I do wonder... Will we be able to find one... Preferably one that won't try and freeze our asses as soon as things get a tiny bit bloody\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Probably, but I doubt it would be a healer. I've come to notice a pattern with healers, most of which not liking bloodshed. Which is strange considering they can't really heal without it.\"*He'd say.*\"Well there was one healer I've met once that seemed fine with it. Though he was a bit crazy in the head. I wouldn't put it past mages to get a little trigger happy though. Power gets to their head sometimes, next thing you know we replace a healer that hates killing with a mage that loves it too much for our own safety.\"*He'd take a moment to think on it.*\"We're better off learning magic ourselves at that rate aren't we.\"*He'd say in deep realization of finding a person sane enough seemed slim.*" } ]

[ { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Man, it's been a long time since I last practiced any magic... I'm way too rusty to be able to do anything now... I'd much rather just swing a sword... And I don't doubt your ability to learn magic... But do you really think that's for you?\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You used to use magic?\"*He'd ask quizzically. Terrel supposed he shouldn't have been surprised. Surely everyone knew magic at some point. Well more or less anyways. He decided to disregard the thought of his previous fails regarding magic for a moment in finding himself asked if it's really for him. At some point he would have said yes. Even now magic carried its convenience, but it wasn't really his style nowadays.*\"As far as fighting goes, doubt it. I wouldn't even see myself as a healer either or any of the sort, but I guess there's magic for everything. It would explain why the grimoire was a meter long with me hardly getting through the first few pages.\"*He'd chuckle at the last part. Terrel didn't remember this many different magics back in school, though nowadays he found new spells spark up everywhere.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah, I use to use some magic... My grand mother thought me the basics... But that was quite a while ago... It also feels like for some reason magic is allot harder to use, you know. Maybe it's just cause I'm to old... Or maybe my beserk-ish nature has something to do with that. What ever the case, we need to at least find a mage... Preferably one that know a little healing and doesn't major in it\" *Kibaru said before finishing his food*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Whatever it is, it'll be hard to get. Every healer I found was either a complete pacifist or messed up in the head. Hard to find sane magic users these days. Or, well at least sane ones that wouldn't be out for our blood. It'll be a long trip North though, so if we don't find anyone by then, I think it's safe to say that they don't exist.\"*The Elf would explain, offering another small bit of bread to his Furrow before finishing his meal as well.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Maybe. Or maybe we just make one ourselves?\" *He suggested as he stood up and lead the way out of the Kitchen and restaurant* \"Okay, I guess we'll be heading for the market now. Man that was good. Not a bad investment at all if I do say so myself\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Make one?\"*He'd question, retrieving his Furrow and returning the bird back into his hair before following after Kibaru.*\"And how do you suggest we do that? Go buy a spell book and conjure one up?\"*He'd squint past the bright sunlight as they'd make their way back outside, soon shifting his gaze over to where he typically went for the marketplace.*\"Yeah. Should probably make the trip quick before we run out of daylight.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"No, if we meet someone a little weak and that don't know much, we could train them. Hopefully then they won't just light us up\" *He said with a shrug* \"It's still morning, plenty of day light\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Two people who couldn't don't use magic, teaching someone how to use magic. I can't see that going wrong in any way. Guess we'll find a book next chance we get and use it as an instruction manual.\"*The Elf would continue along the road, following the route he normally took.*\"You say that, but last time you went out to the marketplace in Prasia, it took you all day.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah, not like I had stuff to do, Totally didn't have a new horse or anything.\" *The sarcasm was so strong, Terrel could almost smell it* \"And besides, I know where I'm going now\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"You mean the same horse I was waiting all day for you to get the supplies for?\"*He'd say back.*\"The one that I was trying to help treat for you in waiting for those supplies?\"*Kibaru could be sarcastic all he wanted, but facts were facts. The Elf didn't want to have to waste daylight again especially in them being here for so long only to have to leave and stop again the moment night fell. At least this time they can have an early start. Eventually they'd make their way to the edge of the marketplace, stalls lining either side of the road.*\"I'll see what food and spices I can bring to fill Carl's saddles with to last us a few days.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"And I'll guess I'll go do the same. Wana split up then?\" *Kibaru asked as he looked around town, sniffing the air before going off into a direction. Last time they weren't trying to leave, so he had all day to do what he want. Why it mattered how long he spent an off day was beyond him, but he wasn't going to waste time squabbling with Terrel now*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Sure. I'll meet back with you here once I get everything.\"*He'd throw his bag over his shoulder, heading off further into the marketplace in search of the foods and seasonings he needed for the trip.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Meet back at the stalls when ready, kay\" *He shouted out to his companion. He continued on getting some herbs a pan and some medical supplies. After about 30 minutes he headed back to the stalls where he told Terrel to be*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Kay.\"*He'd say back to him, just loud enough to be heard over the other people shopping. Terrel would only take a short while to buy his own groceries, often visiting the same place each time he visited anyways. By the time Kibaru would head over to the stables, the Elf would already be leaning against the fence in waiting for his approaching companion.*\"Got everything?\"*He'd ask him upon seeing Kibaru heading over.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yup, might not be a healer mage, but at least I know my way around first aid\" *He said holding up a bag full of medical supplies* \"And I assume you grabbed everything you wanted as well?\" *He then walked over to pitch, gave her a lemon and started packing her*" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"Yep, mainly spices and other foods for the road. Can't go wrong with that with either of us cooking.\"*His bag seemed rather full over his shoulder, much fuller than before anyways.\"*He'd head over to where Carl was, soon patting him on his side and offering the horse a carrot for him waiting. While Carl kept himself busy eating it, the Elf would take the time to add the food to his saddlebags.*\"Whenever we get to our destination, it'll be time to change their shoes out again. Better to do that before sailing off so that they aren't left with the weight of all that traveling.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah... I'd much rather not have them in pain... Well. At leastfinding a ship will be easy enough, huh.\" *Kibaru said before getting onto pitch and giving her a pat* \"Good girl\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*Terrel would close the saddlebags, soon mounting up on Carl as well.*\"For the right price anything can be easy to find. Well besides a decent healer anyways.\"*He'd say, giving Carl a light kick to the side to get him moving.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Who knows, maybe we've just not been paying enough\" *Kibaru laughed with his comment before giving Pitch a slight nudge as well to get her moving along side carl* \"I must say. I've gotten quite the hang of riding horse. And Pitch seems to be enjoying her self... All be it a little inpatient when walking sometimes\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I would have thought free meals, housing, and stuff in general would have suffice. I think healers have gotten too expensive at this point.\"*He'd say, rolling his eyes at the thought. Glancing over at Pitch, he'd let out a quiet chuckle.*\"Well whenever we find an open field we can let the horses run to their hearts' content.\"" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Yeah, I think it's a scam... Good healer sound quite hard to find... I would much rather trust a doctor at this point, one without magic even\" *Kibaru said with a shrug* \"Maybe I should just learn some spells myself\" *He then returned his attention to Pitch* \"All she wants to do is run. I feel like I'm constantly trying to rein her in\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "\"I knew a doctor once. He also didn't like people fighting. You can imagine the struggle of that. No one's a safe bet at this point.\"*He'd respond before grabbing Carl's reigns.*\"Well then, what's a better time than now?\"*He'd say with a grin, suddenly giving Carl a hard kick to the side and causing him to dash off across the field towards the fence that sat at the far end of it.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "*Kibaru simply shifted his weight as if expecting Pitch to just start running, which she did, following carl with a exited neigh as she jumped over* \"Yeah, now she's exited and just wants to take of\" *Kibaru said pulling her back under control. Pitch of course let out a snort of protest, but obeyed Kibaru for now* \"Good girl. Thank you Pitch\"" }, { "author": "Terrel Bales", "message": "*The Elf would glance back towards Kibaru, grinning for a short moment before facing ahead once more as they'd near the fence. With a single bound, Carl would leap over it, soon dashing off to the land beyond.*\"Try to hang on! We got a long ride ahead of us!\"*He'd yell back.*" }, { "author": "b.r.i.t.z", "message": "\"Oh, now this we're both going to enjoy... Wait for it... Wait for it\" *Kibaru smirked seeing Terrel gain ground and Pitch stomped her hooves in anticipation for Kibaru's signal* \"Heya!\" *Kibaru said snapping her reins and giving a kick to her before she bolted forwards* \"Just- Not - To - Fast- Girl\" *Kibaru said uneasily with here galloping after Terrel*\n\n*Not long the Duo would arrive at the Docks where his cooks had brought the goods he requested* \"Right. Finally here! Our Journey awaits\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would trot along the streets, sun casting its warmth as it sat high up in the sky. Slung across her deer half would be a bag full of clothes she had bought earlier. Only recently she had decided on working to fill the wardrobe of her home and now, with it just hitting midday, she took to exploring the several districts as she looked for place she could get a quick meal from. The non-business days were always the most fun for her, giving her opportunity to explore her new home within the Capitol of Salvainia while she'd allow herself not to fret so much on keeping the lookout for suspicious activity. These were one of the few moments where she could simply let herself relax, and that she did.*" }, { "author": "Sarah Korva", "message": "*The lovely streets of Salvainia. A warm sun shining overhead, with people bustling in the streets. Many of them looked at the deer centaur; an odd sight for sure.*\n\n*Others looked at the dark-armored mercenary. Black lamellar, scuffed from various weapons, along with a circular metal hat and an eyepatch along one eye. A simple sling and a cavalry pick was held by her side, along with a couple of discus on her back.*\n\n*The bandit, too, was looking for some place to eat. It was then that she saw the deer centaur, and was reminded of what Mattheld had told her.*\n\n*Melody would be able to see the dark armored woman approach her from the side.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*It would take a short while for Melody to notice the approaching woman, most of her focus on what was ahead and making sure she watched where she stepped. Only when the dark figure appeared out of the corner of her eye, would she find herself turning her head to look over towards her. Of course under different circumstances, she'd have thought it odd for an armored individual to be approaching her. Most she's seen either worked at the guild, watched over the city, or was up to something. Whatever that something was however, she was never too sure, but she didn't see need to judge so quickly.*\"Oh, hello there-.\"*She'd say to the woman, turning slightly while making sure her back half didn't get in the way of the other pedestrians.*\"Can I help you?\"" }, { "author": "Sarah Korva", "message": "*So she wasn't hostile. Every bit as gentle as Mattheld had described. Good. She didn't want to get onto a confrontation with a centaur; she herself knew how dangerous mounted combatants were.*\n\n\"Are you Melody Vander? Deer centaur, mercenary?\"\n\n*To her surprise, Melody seemed to be a lot more cheerful than she had thought. Though, appearances could be deceiving. She should still be careful around her.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*So she knew who she was? How strange. Melody's head would tilt a bit to the side, finding herself being asked a series of questions.*\"Yes ma'am. That would be me. Can't say I'm really a Mercenary though, more of a Bounty Hunter that works for the guild here.\"*She'd say, correcting the last part before giving her a more quizzical look.*\"Apologies for me possibly forgetting, but... Do I know you from somewhere...?\"*She'd decide to ask back, holding some formality in her tone with her not knowing who this individual was exactly.*" }, { "author": "Sarah Korva", "message": "\"Probably not. Mattheld told me about you. Some armored guy?\"\n\n*A bounty hunter? So someone who captured others, rather than just worked to kill. She should probably remember that.*\n\n\"I'm Sarah Korva. Mattheld had planned on having us meet, but I decided to go ahead and look for you first. I just want to talk, get to know you. Supposedly, we'll be working together.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*She'd take a moment to think of it, the name sounding relatively familiar to her.*\"Oh! Mattheld!\"*Melody would suddenly say after a moment of realization. The one who needed her help with a job and had planned on her meeting up with Sarah before they got to work.*\"Nice to meet you Sarah.\"*She'd say, holding a hand out for her to shake.*\"I was actually planning on going to get some lunch if you wanted to join me. Perhaps we can get to know each other then.\"" }, { "author": "Sarah Korva", "message": "*Reaching up towards the centaur, Sarah's partially gauntleted hand grasps Melody's. It felt awkward, unnatural. While there were people taller than she was, she was of a pretty decent height; but the centaur towered over her, requiring her to reach further up.*\n\n\"Lunch? Perfect. I was just thinking about the same thing. Any good places to eat around here?\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Well there was this one place I was trying to find. Makes decent sandwiches I've heard.\"*She'd say, turning to continue trotting down the path she was originally following and gesturing for Sarah to walk with her. She'd shorten her strides a bit, aware of how much distance typically was created between her and the other person if she wasn't paying attention.*\"The Capitol is so big I feel as if it's still my first time coming here.\"*Melody would glance back over to Sarah, a bit of curiosity in her eyes.*\"What about you? Is this your first time in the city?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sarah Korva", "message": "\"Alright, sounds good!\"\n\n*Sarah noticed her pace quickening and Melody's slowing. A question then began to arose from the macen. Though she should answer Melody's first.*\n\n\"My first time in this city, yeah. I tend to wander around a lot, and it's pretty quick since I have a horse. For you, it's probably even easier. How are you... Going to fit in the restaurant? Does this one have centaur-friendly seating?\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*She'd let out a laugh at her statement about getting places faster.*\"Yeah you're right about that at least. Sometimes it slips my mind.\"*Melody would keep her focus on her head, only glancing back towards Sarah whenever she was speaking to her. As she asked about how she'd fit in the restaurant or if it even had seating for her, she'd say:*\"Well I wouldn't be surprised if it didn't. Most places around here, I've notice doesn't really account for races of... Well larger size. But I'm used to it. I typically just do this whenever I notice it doesn't.\"*Her deer half would illuminate in a golden light for a short moment, soon vanishing while leaving only a single pair of Macen legs behind as she would continue walking normally. A deer-patterned skirt would sit around her waist where her centaur half would have usually started. Now she simply looked no different than any other Macen in the area.*" }, { "author": "Sarah Korva", "message": "*The dark armored woman whistles as she sees Melody's magic trick, effectively turning her human.*\n\n\"That's pretty neat! The skirt is a nice bonus too. Can't imagine not having one.\"\n\n*Her pace slows down significantly once Melody assumes her human form.*\n\n\"Seen a lot of transformation magic, but that's a new use to me.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sarah Korva", "message": "\"I suppose you guys *Can* Eat more. How would you bend down to eat it though? I mean, your head's so much further up than a normal horse an-sorry, I'm getting a bit off track.\"\n\n*Sarah takes out a small metal disc. It's shaped like a coin, but doesn't quite look like one. The skirmisher began rolling it over her fingers.*\n\n\"So, what's your story? Every merc has one.\"" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would look at Sarah at her question, finding the answer obvious. She'd open her mouth to answer only to stop with Sarah stating how she was getting off track.*\n\n\"Just a Centaur having bigger dreams and deciding to move to a different country to achieve such.\"*She'd say to answer Sarah's second question.*\"I always wanted to be Captain of a guard one day, so for the time being I'm settling as one of the members of the local guild to work my way up. What about you?\"\n\n*While they spoke a waiter would come by. Melody would look over towards Sarah, asking:*\"Want any drinks?\"" }, { "author": "Sarah Korva", "message": "\"Ah, Captain, eh? Got something similar here; I'm trying to move up in my group.\"\n\n*Sarah turns to the waiter, stopping the coin rolling.*\n\n\"Got any krupnik? If not, mead is fine.\"\n\n*It seems that mercenaries were more similar than Sarah at first though. Ambition definitely was a key factor in their success. Though, that led to another question; what other spells did Melody have?*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Just some water would be fine.\"*She'd say to the waiter, waiting for him to leave a couple menus behind before walking off to get their drinks. Melody would turn to face Sarah once again, tilting her head curiously.*\"Your group, huh?\"*She'd ask, figuring it for possibly a Mercenary group rather than a Guild specifically with how she worded it.*\"What kind of things do you guys do in the group?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sarah Korva", "message": "\"I dunno. Maybe some target practice or something. Or maybe actually go and look for some bounties to hunt down. Or some other time, if you don't feel like it now.\"\n\n*Sarah knew that Melody would be a powerful ally; it would be in her best interest to get a good relationship with the centaur. The bandit rarely burned bridges; she always offered something that could benefit both parties. But if the other side was stubborn enough, they might just have destiny waiting for them.*\n\n*But Sarah felt quite confident that Melody was one of those she could get along with well. No need for any burning here.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "*Melody would listen to the woman's thoughts while she continued eating the rest of her sandwich, waiting until her mouth wasn't full before she'd respond.*\"Sure, I wouldn't mind.\"*She'd say thoughtfully.\n\nOf course today she was trying to take the time to relax, but soon enough she'll be back to work. What's taking on another bounty job anyhow? She didn't mind providing extra assistance in it.*\"If I'm not busy with guild work tomorrow we can go see if there's any bounty hunting jobs to take on.\"*She'd explain.*\"Have a certain time and place in mind for meeting up again?\"" }, { "author": "Sarah Korva", "message": "*Sarah took one more large bite of her sandwich, finishing it in blazing speed, then chugs the rest of her mead. The dark-armored woman wasn't even tipsy in the slightest.*\n\n\"Maybe at a place for breakfast, or at the bounty board itself? Morning time, maybe at 9. I'll bring along my mount, Panzer. Maybe we can even take out more than one if they're together. And, just curious, what's the requirements for bringing them in alive?\"\n\n*Sarah's weapons tended to be slightly on the lethal side. Only slightly. Her sling bullets could penetrate helmets, her discus could crush ribcages, and her lances could easily skewer any poorly made breastplate. Obviously, bounty hunters wanted their prey alive, so it seems that she would have to aim to incapacitate instead of kill.*" }, { "author": "Melody Vander", "message": "\"Breakfast place at 9 will work fine.\"*She'd answer, finishing the rest of her sandwich before drinking what remained of her glass of water. Melody would just have to check in with the guild before setting off. Hopefully there won't be a reason to cancel. So far things had been lenient enough, surely she would be fine to go off and do her own thing for a short while.\n\nShe'd leave some money on the table to pay for her meal, only looking back over to Sarah in her asking about the requirements of bringing them back alive. Melody would look at her skeptically for a moment, mostly confused by the question as it already answered itself. Unless this woman was looking into the vague definition of it. One would be surprised what they could live through.\n\nShe'd have reminded Melody of the Fricharii in a way if what she meant was depicted out any further, but for now Melody just decided to give her the benefit of the doubt that she was simply curious.*\"Let's just try to turn them in the same way we've found them, okay?\"*She'd say in response, figuring that was specific enough. Of course in a fight, one or the other was bound to get hurt one way or another, though Melody wasn't looking to completely maim them for whatever crime they must have committed.*" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan finished preparing the roast, brushing a sweet and savory sauce over the chicken's surface, before shoving it into the oven alongside another chicken.\n\nSirdan couldn't hear the muffled bickering - but the shouting would get his attention\n\n—\nOnce the necromancer entered the restaurant - it would become apparent how big it was - there were at least twenty or thirty tables, full of patrons. A chef chopped roast in the open with a Chinese cleaver, and a group of kemonomimi servants wandered around serving the customers. \n\n—\nSirdan turned toward the newcomer. Quite a cheerful type - and got a bit of... Crazy in her. She don't see anything strange. \n\n\"Welcome to the Blooming Lotus!\" - There was a menu hanging above the kitchen - written in Runran - of various different kind of rice and noodles dishes, fried tofu - some special \"Runran specialty\" Like fermented fish tofu, various kind of meatballs, fried rice, and Cantonese style roast (Chicken, Duck, Goose and Pork), served with choices of Chinese cabbage or normal cabbage. \n\nThere were also the \"Salvainian Menu\" Which consisted mostly of pasta and fried steak.\n\nThe price was reasonable - but the restaurant is obviously middle upper class oriented.\n\n\"What would you like to get?\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "Initially, the size of the inn and all the bustling patrons we're not paid a second glance by Varana. She was starving, intent on getting some food. But, almost as soon as she had announced her purpose, her attention began to shift towards the surroundings.\n\n\"...Jeez, this place is pretty big, huh?\" The Macen lady muttered, almost to herself, her crimson gaze having drifted away from Sirdan. However, the prompt welcome from this authoritative stranger had soon recaptured Varana's focus.\n\n\"Eh? You mean... Well..\" Varana paused for a moment, glancing up at the sign. She seemed able to read it just fine. \"Usually inns don't have so many options, right? But here... I get to choose from all this stuff? Really?! That's great!\" She exclaimed rapidly, wearing that wide grin all the while. Her tone seemed to hint she was impressed.\n\nEvidently Varana hadn't been staying at the nicest of inns, certainly not one as fancy as this. It was primarily the cheap ones with those lackluster 'one-size-fits-all' sort of meals. Being rather famished though, she didn't pay the prices too much thought. Even if Varana wasn't used to paying quite so much for food, she had enough coins to cover it, for sure.\n\nThe was a pause as she glanced over the menu sign. After a few seconds, her stomach growled audibly. Varana shamelessly shrugged and glanced back to Sirdan with her wild grin. Maybe one could have noticed a slight blush to her cheeks. \"Got any recommendations? At this rate, I think I'm gonna starve before I make a decision. It all looks and smells so good, I'm not sure what to try!~\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"It is quite big! One of the biggest and best restaurant. Like it?\" Sirdan grinned with pride and then looked at her, inevitably putting a lot of pressure on her to make the order now. He glanced occasionally at another plate in the kitchen - can't wait forever. \n\n\"How about something normal - the Southern Runran platter with rice. We serve it with local cabbage - boiled then fried on the pan - four style of meat for you to choose from, goose, duck, chicken and roast pork with skin - seasoning, and with the rice cooked in the leftover meat juice with some salt - alternatively, you can have it go with plain rice if you want something lighter, or fried rice for something harder.\" \n\n\"That'd be three copper - all options covered, and we can serve one real quick - we got some fresh meat out of the oven.\" \n\nThe good thing about a big kitchen and inn - the meat are always fresh at prime time. There was also a singular aqua fridge that Hu Lang and him bought - for chilling meat before they are ready - but it is always packed to the brim. \n\n\"Or would you like something lighter - congee perhaps? With lean pork and fermented egg?\" A dish that sounds most exotic to Salvainian taste, if not outright disgusting. \n\n\"Oh! We have fresh catches from the sea if you want something like that, but it take a while to cook up - we always serve them fresh.\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"Yes, definitely!\" Varana chimed enthusiastically before Sirdan began to list off the different food items.\n\nThe Macen lady did her best to stay focused as Sirdan began to explain all the details of the Runran Platter with Rice dish. Rice and meat seemed mighty tasty. She nodded slowly, as if following along, but her crimson gaze seemed to dart away towards the noises of chefs chopping food, servants delivering orders, and other patrons chattering in the background. All and all, it was a bit hard for her to focus in such a busy place. How much of that she had actually absorbed remained to be seen.\n\nBut at the mention of fermented egg drew, Sirdan had one again acquired Varana's attention. She made a face, raising her eye brows and muting her grin to a wavering smile. It looked like maybe the Macen lady was trying to frown? Her subsequent exclamation put that matter to rest; clearly she wasn't a fan. \"...P-People eat rotten eggs around here?!\" Varana hadn't yet realized something like that was exotic to the Salvainian taste. She wasn't from around here.\n\nThe offer of fresh fish was met with a bit less skepticism, but she shook her head and waved her hands.\n\n\"No, no... I uh... Well... That Runran rice meat thingy? I appreciated all the suggestions and stuff! Buuut I think that first one sounded the best? Soooo, I'll take it!\" Varana grinned, reaching into her bag to grab another coin or two, before collectively holding out three silver coins to Sirdan. Wait, that wasn't right, was it? Either Varana didn't seemed to have noticed her mistake, or she misheard what the price was and was simply too hungry to care.\n\n\"Ya know, I don't think I've been to a tavern quite so lively in quite awhile! It's nice~\" She idly remarked while reaching out to hand over the coins." } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "Sirdan's food would arrive five minutes after Varana started eating - enough for her to devour half or more of the meal if she was being quick. Luckily, the dish Sirdan ordered would be quite easy to make - it consisted of a large minced pork pie, fried on a pan on both side, mixed with salted egg for flavor, and then served with a large helping of local, Salvainian rice. The portion was extra big - suitable for a man of his stature and profession. \n\n\"Skeleton food? Skeleton... Cooking food for you? You *Are* A necromancer?\" \n\nSirdan asked as he started digging into his food - subconsciously eating even quicker because of how quickly Varana has gone through the rest of the food. \n\n\"Hmph.\" Sirdan wouldn't notice any magical wings - if Varana had one, she certainly didn't show them,\"Glad you enjoy the food, however.\" \n\n\"Sirdan - Sir den - No one's called me Sirsir before, but someone's called me Sir Dan - as if my name's dan, and I'm a knight of the realm. I'm not one, however.\" *Sirdan then started explaining his origin,*\"I came here for mercenary work. I was a lancer of some sort, came here, a local guild said - hey, there's monsters, and then I lanced a bunch of chickens from horseback, and that's how my career started. It's been... Years since that started, and now I've learned magic and summoning. And you?\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "Varana couldn't help but steal hungry glances at the meal Sirdan had acquired. It looked tasty too! But she had her own food, the necromancer reminded herself. She blinked at the skeleton assertion from Sirdan, then nodded swiftly. Hopefully he wasn't too disturbed by it—she couldn't hide it now.\n\n\"Mmmm... Yup! I told you about Jeffrey right?\" Varana remarked with a grin. \"Maybe I should have him take cooking lessons here or something... His cooking really is atrocious.\" \n\nIndeed, the Macen lady looked to be just that, a Macen lady. No wings or halo would be present to proclaim her distant origins. Though, she hadn't been trying to intentionally dupe this kind stranger. Rather, Varana found it hard to see herself as \"From\" A place that had exiled her.\n\n\"Hmm, so I guess if you're not a knight, then... You should really just be Dan.\" Varana remarked with a wide, mischievous grin. She went from Sirsir to Dan. How peculiar. \"Anyways, that's a fun story! The whole... Lancing chickens thing, ehehe...~\" It must have been an amusing sight! Villagers being terrorized by a bunch of chicken. Sirdan seemed to be quite powerful indeed.\n\n\"For me—Well, I'm a traveling antiquarian! I like learning about people and culture and collecting their artifacts.\" She explained with a nod. \"Sometimes the skeletons can help with that, but it is hit and miss really. One time Jeffrey nearly brought a cave down on top of us... He really is quite clumsy! Thankfully we all got out of there. Well, except Timothy. Poor guy was ground to dust by falling rocks.\" He was a skeleton too, but whether Sirdan had picked up on that remained to be seen." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "It was obvious at this point she's a necromancer. Sirdan's never fought one or seen one - so he don't have too much prejudice - other than the fact he do not like seeing moving corpse. \n\n\"Mmm... Yeah. I don't think people here will exactly be happy about a moving skeleton. You'll need something less obvious - ever gone into spiritology?\" Sirdan offered,\"And besides - if the summon's not oriented toward cooking - their ability is... Limited. You see, I've learnt to summon a fighter - and also learnt to summon dedicated servants who are quite good at the job.\" \n\nSirdan shook his head vigorously as he was called Dan. \n\n\"No, please, call me Sirdan - that's my full name. Stand for a war arrow.\" The elf went back to his meal, gobbling it up and enjoying it - occasionally pouring some soy sauce over it, while listening to her tale. An entire cave collapsing? Almost dying? This sounded almost as adventurous as some of his most dangerous mission in Mentia. \n\n\"You're certainly a very very... Interesting personality. You wander alone, exploring caves for artifacts with your skeleton? You sure you're strong enough for that?\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"Oh! Don't worry about the skeletons~\" Varana hummed cheerfully in response to the concerns from Sirdan. \"In fact...\" She leaned in closer to whisper, as if about to reveal a great secret, grinning all the while. \"I used transformation magic to make them look like regular living creatures again. They really loved that~\" Having revealed this, she leaned back and took another bite of her food. \"Mmmm~ But this food... I'm tempted to learn that fancy spiritology stuff just to have it on the go! Or maybe... I can just resurrect a master chef...\" She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, as if trying to decide whether that would actually work.\n\nIn the end, Varana just shrugged and grinned, focusing on the conversation for now.\n\n\"Okay okay, I'll call ya Sirdan then. It's got a nice rig and meaning.\" She conceded, pronouncing it perfectly this time. Almost too perfectly. Had Varana been able to pronounce it correctly right from the beginning?! \"I think Varana meaaans... Errrr...\" The raven-haired lady's brow furrowed as she tried to recall. \"...Holy River! Or, something like that. In Maktuvian.\" Varana explained with an almost concerning level of uncertainty. \"Kinda ironic, heh...\" She took another bite of her food, twitching slightly, as if struggling to sit still as time wore on.\n\n\"Strong enough?\" Varana let out a rather wild giggle and nodded quickly. \"Well I mean, I've been at it for a few years now... The skeletons help keep me company! Hmm... Maybe I could even show you some of my artifacts!\" The Macen beamed, clearly eager to show them off. Then there was a pause as Varana gazed at Sirdan for a long moment with her crimson eyes, as if recalling something from earlier. She seemed to switch topics without a second thought. \"Say uh, how'd a dashing mercenary like yerself end up in charge of an inn kitchen anyways? I get your food tastes good and all... But seems like that would make it hard to go around and do the whole mercenary adventure stuff?\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Hmph?\" Sirdan blinked as Varana leaned in toward him, and then listened to her explanation. His eyes immediately darted away, searching for any sign of strange looking people who followed Varana in. Satisfied that Jeffrey is not amongst the customers, he returned to paying his attention to Varana. \n\n\"Resurrect? You into the permanent summoning thing? That is quite... Difficult.\" Sirdan mused - having never dabbled in the act of permanent summoning. For some reason, whenever he tries to think of how to do it, his mind just completely blank out. \n\nSirdan blinked at her perfect pronounciation,\"Holy River. Maktuvian. I take it you're a Maktuvian?\" Sirdan refrained from saying something about judging her by her skin color, and then tilted his head,\"Holy River... Hmm, perhaps your family was birthed near one? Or were you dipped in one as a child?\" \n\nIt seems like Varana is... Hyperactive,\"Oh. That is simple - my fiancee own this place, and I just came back from one expedition - figured I'd spend some time learning how to make good food and tasting them. I just wanted a bit of a break from bloody combat. Sleeping rough every other day, fearing for your life in hope of a big payout. It really wear down your soul, you know?\" \n\n\"I've long since lost the sense of adventure.\" Sirdan smiled,\"Wish I still had some of it, like you.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "Varana couldn't help but grin as she watched Sirdan glance around after her comment. None of her summoned companions were inside though. She blinked as the mercenary questioned her about the resurrection stuff. Varana just shrugged. \"Well... It's kinda nice having the same skeletons around? You get to be friends with them!\" She grinned. The Macen lady had a tendency to use the words summon and resurrect interchangeably because it sounded cool, even if it wasn't technically the most accurate terminology.\n\n\"Maktuvian? Yup~ Well, I used to be.\" Varana clarified with a grin. \"If I go back, I'll probably end up as dead as poor Jeffrey, ehehe...\" She cackled to herself at the thought, unable to keep herself from twitching noticeably. Evidently Varana had come to terms with whatever had happened, enough that she could joke about it.\n\n\"Not sure why I was named the way that I was... Probably an Ardent thing. My mom was an Ardent too, so I suppose that would make sense.\" Varana rubbed her chin thoughtfully. But quickly she moved on, paying attention to what Sirdan had to say between taking bites of her own food. It was quickly disappearing. Not much left now.\n\nHearing the mercenary explain how tough it could be out fighting, Varana nodded swiftly in agreement. \"It's good to have a place you can return to at the end of a long day, preferably somewhere with warm beds and fresh food.\" She paused, then added, \"Annnd congratulations! With the whole marriage thing.\" Varana grinned as she took a sip of the tasty fresh orange juice. \"Ahhhhh... This is the best!~ Fresh juice really hits the spot, haha...\"\n\nAs Sirdain claimed to have lost his sense of adventure, Varana raised her eyebrows skeptically. \"Nonsense! All ya gotta do is rediscover it!\" She encouraged emphatically. \"Why don't ya come on a treasure hunting expedition with me sometime? Can't guarantee it'll pay well, but you'll get to meet Jeffrey and probably see some neat stuff you'd never have thought existed!\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Indeed. I stick around with the same nine summons for my servants and soldiers... Though I do feel bad that I send them to do the most dangerous tasks. Some of them have died more than a few time.\" Sirdan put up a grim smile. \n\n\"Poor Jeffrey? Are they not immortal - reforming as soon as you summon them back?\" Sirdan was quite confused, wondering if Jeffrey somehow lost his contract forever. \n\n\"Ardent thing... That means you have a pair of wings, do you? And a halo too. I heard they can fly. I can use my spell to turn into one, but I have not taken advantage of that in a fight - yet.\" \n\nThe mercenary nodded - he liked the idea of returning to warm bed and fresh food and *Other things.*, which he missed very much on the road,\"Heh, it is harder than you think.\" Sirdan grinned again, remembering how painful it is to maintain a relation when Hu Lang want to stay in one place - and he want to adventure forever. \n\n\"You see, my fiancees want me to just become a stay at home father here. I feel like I'm a bit too young to stick around - I haven't seen the whole world yet, and I get more powerful every single fight. Feel like I can do so much more.\" \n\n\"I'll take your offer - let's go treasure hunt. It is probably less dangerous than meddling in some weirdos affair in Mentia - think I almost died a few time already. Maybe what you're doing is safer.\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "Varana nodded slowly. It was never fun to loose a summon on a dangerous mission. But she was the one keeping them around! As long as they weren't too badly messed up, it was usually possible to bring them back, as Sirdan had pointed out.\n\n\"Immortal?\" The Macen lady blinked, then nodded. \"Well yeah, I can bring them back again and again. But they're still undead skeletons, y'know? They used to be living at some point. Now their not.\" Varana explained with a soft giggle. \"Though I suppose the transformation magic does blur the line a little bit... That's about as close as I can get to *Actually* Resurrecting them. Doesn't last forever, but can give them a tantalizing reminder of their past lives. They seem to appreciate it, and it keeps them from causing panic, haha.\"\n\nThere was a brief pause at the ardent assertion. She nodded. \"Yeaaaah... I got those. Just tend to keep 'em hidden. Easier that way.\" Varana was quick to move on from this topic, not wishing to elaborate further at this time.\n\n\"Ahhh, that's a tough situation to deal with...\" The ardent necromancer agreed with a nod as Sirdan talked about the struggles of his work-life balance. \"Maybe you can awaken the love for adventure inside them too, then go adventuring together as a giant family or something!\" Varana suggested with a grin. She didn't know anything about Sirdan's fiancees, but figured if they had fallen for an adventurer, there must be a part of them that wanted to adventure too.\n\n\"...Safer?\" Varana grinned and twitched, managing a small shrug. \"Well, I suppose that depends on what we find.\" The raven-haired Ardent lady quickly admitted. \"But you do seem pretty strong. It'll probably be fineee!~\" She hummed. \"I've got just the place in mind too...\"\n\nA bit more munching, and then Varana's food was gone! She had eaten it all." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Mmm...\" Sirdan nodded,\"I wonder how it feel like to be my summon - dying semi regularly in a fight. They've probably died a few time each, but each time they do, they died instead of someone who would die for real. It is...\" \n\nSirdan paused, losing his thoughts. Then he noticed Varana has finished her food, and started eating in a panic, simply nodding in assertion. \n\n\"Perhaps. But part of me loathe the idea of forcing my fiancees into fighting - they don't seem ready for it, mentally. And you know, if you fight and kill without any conviction, it tends to scar you. And even if you have the conviction, it can scar you too. It is best for me to not give you tale of killing and watching people die.\" Sirdan put up another bitter smile,\"I've killed at least a few in my career. And anyone who is very proud of it is a psychopath you should stay away from.\" \n\nSirdan leaned in a bit. \n\n\"Oh? Do tell me about it.\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "Varana nodded slowly and rubbed her chin. \"Hmmm, that's interesting... I've never really thought of it like that. The whole summons being stand-ins for real people...\" She wasn't usually fighting other Macens though, aside from the occasional bandit or underhanded treasure hunter. Those encounters were fairly rare though.\n\nIt hadn't really occurred to Varana that Sirdan might equate adventure with battle. Sure combat was a risk, but not all of the time, right? The Arden necromancer ultimately chalked this up to his occupation. Mercenaries probably did more of that stuff than the average explorer, after all. Despite the serious nature of these reflections, Varana maintained a rather muted smile. This was a step down from the usual wicked grin of hers, but still not entirely appropriate, one might have thought.\n\n\"Well... Battle can be tough, yeah...\" Or at least, so it sounded like from what Sirdan had shared. \"I guess ya need to find some battle fiancees too then, huh?\" She remarked, her characteristic grin returning once again. \"...Hmm, actually maybe you could try and hit up a summon? It sounds like yours are strong and battle hardened!\" Varana suggested with a giggle. It was clearly meant to be a joke. But it cast light on the fact that Varana didn't just see summons as tools or servants, but as individuals capable of forging meaningful connections with others.\n\n\"...Anyways the whole reason I came to Salvainia is because I'm researching an ancient people that had a strange obsession with eagles! They had eagles carved into their weapons and stuff, and were usually buried with mini eagle statuettes. I'm totally convinced it's a religion thing! Buuut, not really sure yet. I've got a couple artifacts and traced their origin to a region along the Tige river. Not quite sure what we'll find... It's pretty rare to hit a jackpot... But hey, no one's ever found anything worthwhile by sitting on their rear all day!\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "The necromancer didn't seem the least bit deterred by choking on the orange juice. She gave Sirdan a nod and grin, before continuing to drink more down at the same rate she had been going at it before. Needless to say, the mug was being drained rather quickly. But soon she was engaged with the conversation once again.\n\n\"Mhm, that type of magic is pretty handy stuff!\" Varana confirmed with a nod an grin. \"Especially if ya end up taking down lots of enemies.\"\n\nShe paused at the question, then nodded quickly. \"Thaaat sounds like it could be fun!\" The necromancer affirmed. \"...Maybe Jeffery could be one of the other people?\" Varana suggested jokingly. Of course, that was just one of her summoned skeletons." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Indeed. Though I'll admit. I'm responsible for a surprisingly few amount of people's demise.\" Sirdan laughed. As if that kill counting is normal\n\n\"I don't know why people seems to brag about kill counts in the hundreds... Or whether it is even possible, eh. Rather not think about it.\" \n\n\"Jeffery is probably as good as one of my run of the mill soldier. Good, but not that good. Still, if you feel like fighting together with me.\" \n\nSirdan offered his hand,\"I'd like to see how well you fight. Maybe we can meet at a training yard I can use outside? And...\"\n\n\"Mercenary work is hard and dangerous. Can you defend yourself? And are you willing to kill?\" Sirdan's cheery demeanor changed to a very serious one." }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"Hmm, theeeen it seems like some necromancy magic would be right up yer alley!~\" Varana hummed with her usual grin, equally undisturbed by the violence. She shrugged at the kill counting comments. More bodies meant more blood, and more blood meant more potential for necromancy magic. But seeing how Sirdan didn't want to dwell on it, Varana kept these cheery thoughts to herself.\n\n\"Yeah, Jeffery is just a skeleton soldier. Nothing too special in terms of abilities.\" Varana clarified, briefly glancing over her should as if to make sure that Jeffery wasn't listening in or something. Evidently satisfied, Varana quickly glanced back to Sirdan to see his outstretched hand. She paused a moment at the offer, then nodded with a wild smile. Without hesitation, Varana reached out to gingerly take his hand. It was rather cold.\n\n\"Sure! We can do some training... And uh, that shouldn't be too much of a problem.\" The necromancer replied, her own cheery demeanor not seeming to waiver as Sirdan switched to a more serious tone." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Then. Onward to jolly cooperation. I am glad to have met you.\"\n\n\"If you don't mind travelling a lot, I do most of my mercenary work outside of Salvainia. This place isn't as profitable. Peaceful. Great for the people, not so great for me.'\n\n\"So. Show me your power.\"\n\nHe led her out of the restaurant toward the New Sunlight guild - plenty of training yards to use there." }, { "author": "ansari", "message": "```fix\nClaim Break\n\n```" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "Varana nodded in agreement and followed Sirdan out to the guild training yard. \"Oh yeah, I do tons of traveling! How else would ya be able to explore and find artifacts?\" The necromancer remarked with a cheery grin. It wasn't as if she was born in raised in Salvainia. Though, now that Varana thought about it, she couldn't recall whether she had actually explained this to Sirdan. It seemed familiar, but... Well, they had already arrived at the training grounds and her thoughts moved on.\n\n\"Sooo, like summon a bunch of skeletons? Cast something that makes ya bleed from every orifice? Turn ya into a Beastkin? Orrrr maybe just a regular blast of something or other...\" Varana began to rattle off some things she could do, unsure whether they were just here to show off some moves or actually participate in a mock battle. Either was fine with her, but she didn't *Appear* Particularly durable. Most would probably be skeptical as to her value in a close-quarters fight, and with good reason." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Hmph. Well, traveliing would be fine. But are you up for doing anything morally dubious? Mercenary work is grey and shades of dark and white. It is... Quite interesting.\" \n\n\"Can't say I've made every kill proudly.\" \n\nSirdan turned toward her and then nodded. \n\n\"Show me your summons and your spells. I want to know how powerful you are. As for me.\" \n\nSirdan would summon a Longbowman and a Halberdier on the spot. \n\n\"I probably can't summon as much as you, but they are good supplement for myself in a fight. I'd get in my plate armor, but that thing takes twenty minutes to put on, you know.\" \n\nSirdan shrugged." }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "Varana couldn't help bout cackle to herself at the question from Sirdan. \"Yer talking to someone who raises the dead as a pastime!\" The necromancer quipped with a ghoulish smile. \"Besides that, morality is a social construct perceived differently depending on cultural influences. That isn't to say it is entirely a figment of imagination, buuut... It is fluid.\" She shrugged idly. \"...In short, it should all be fine for me.\"\n\nAfter hearing Sirdan clarify what he meant, Varana nodded slowly and began to cast some skeletons through her amulet. Poof! Four regular skeletons were brought to match them. They weren't particularly powerful, but there was a lot of them. \"Hows this! They don't seem as strong as yours, buuut I could prolly summon double that in a pinch~\" She hummed triumphantly. \n\n\"Oooh and, check this out!\" Varana subsequently cast a size transformation spell, increasing one of the skeletons into a size at least twice their usual form. \"That's pretty nifty, huh?\" She remarked, beaming.\n\nFor the time being, she avoided anything that would actively harm Sirdan." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Oh comon. Raising the dead is a very different matter from making someone dead. You can at least argue you're giving them a good life. I ends them.\" Sirdan laughed, and then shrugged,\"Morality is a social construct. Good way of saying you don't care.\" \n\n\"As far as I am concerned, if it is part of a just war or a just kill, then killing people's just part of the business. That's how I view it anyway. If I think too much about it, I'll go retire and raise a few kids or something like that. Don't want that to happen.\" \n\nSirdan shook his head. \n\n\"Your skeleton soldiers ain't that bad. Conventional, spiritual troops are good - but there's advantage to having skeleton too. For example, a spear have a pretty hard time going throug-.\" \n\n\"Want to compete?\" \n\nSirdan cast a spell of nondescript transformation, turning himself into a Titan. Then, he cast a spell of Size Transformation just so he would tower over her. \n\nWhy?\n\nWhy not. \n\n\"I win.\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "Varana shrugged and grinned in her usual fashion. She wasn't cruel, but didn't exactly stop to worry about petty things like morality in the heat of the moment. Regardless, Varana did not seem to have any problems with mercenary work. It was a quick way to make money on the side, sure.\n\n\"And if ya find something that's valuable enough, there'll be a horde of people trying to kill ya and steal it! Gotta be prepared to handle stuff like that... Let's just say Jeffery is an Ace bandit slayer!\" Perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration. But Varana wanted to seem competent in front of the powerful mercenary she had stumbled across.\n\nAt the sight of a giant Sirdan Titan, Varana blinked. Her odd smile seemed to waiver for a moment. \"...Yer bigger than me normally anyways!\" She protested at his claim to victory. \"Take this...!\" In response, the necromancer cast a major illusion! Even if Sirdan was smart enough to see through it, surely he could tell how something like this might be handy.\n\nSlowly, the ground seemed to rumble beneath them. Dark red blood appeared to ooze from the earth. Up with came inanimate skeletal remains and partially decaying corpses. The stench of blood, earth, and rotting flesh wafted through the air. It was as if they had stumbled into an fresh, upturned graveyard. But of course, it was all just an illusion within their immediate vicinity." }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Indeed. This is a world of violence. We are lucky to live in a city where the law holds. For the most part.\" \n\nSirdan untransformed and then returned to his normal elven form, wondering if wasting all those mana was for a good reason. \n\nThen, he would look at the illusion, it was obvious that... Right... Such a mage wouldn't be capable of something this powerful. Right? Right? \n\nSirdan took in a deep breath as he examined the illusion, and then proclaimed. \n\n\"....How... Do you summon something this powerful?\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "Varana blinked. Wait, Sirdan hadn't seen through it? The necromancer grinned proudly, mustering the closest thing she could to an evil laugh. Using some more illusion magic, she managed to make her voice sound rather distorted and almost demonic. \"Mwahaha! No one shall ever know the true source of my powers!\"\n\nThere was a brief pause as Varana basked in the moment. But then she waved her hand, dispelling the illusions with a fit of uncontrolled giggling. \"It was... Just like... The best illusion ever!\" Varana revealed rather smugly, trying to keep herself from twitching too much at all the excitement, though she was not entirely successful.\n\n\"Hmm, maybe I could teach ya sometime? Buuut in return, ya gotta show me how to summon a proper chef! ...Unless you want me tagging along for eternity~\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"...Yeah. My eyes was quite blind for a moment.\" Sirdan said, sighing in exasperation that he was in fact, incapable of seeing through something as simple as that. \n\n\"Man, maybe I should retire. Or I'll hire you as an eye.\" \n\nHe grinned and nodded. \n\n\"I'll teach you to draft a chef contract and how to hire you, and in exchange, you can teach me some illusion magic. I think it would come in real handy on our adventure. As for that...\" \n\n\"I wouldn't mind having you tagging along for eternity.\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"It happens to the best of us, don't worry!\" Varana encouraged, trying to help dispel any thoughts about retiring. \"Buut, ya should still definitely hire me anyways~\" The necromancer suggested with a cheeky grin.\n\n\"Mhmm, sounds great! ...No more bone soup...\" The thought of being able to summon a chef seemed to delight her. She nodded eagerly as Sirdan affirmed her plan. Even if they only went on an adventure or two before parting ways, the skills and spells they acquired from one another would remain useful indefinitely!\n\nHearing Sirdan agree to have her around for eternity, she couldn't help but giggle softly to herself. \"Ooohoh~? Guess I'm not so hard on the eyes after all, huh?\" Varana remarked rather smugly. \"Well, I suppose that goes both ways~\"" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Mmm. I wouldn't say hire. It is more like we work together as companion, sharing our loot fairly. I'm not up for running a mercenary company yet.\" \n\nHe shuddered at the sound of bone soup,\"I hope by bone soup you mean bone broth and not a soup cooked by a bony skeleton with their own body part. That'd be disgusting. And lacking in nutrition.\" He said,\"Maybe we can start by teaching you the recipe of Tonkatsu... That being said, it is not a recipe suitable for campaigning at all. When you fight outside, you have to get used to making do with way worse food than in the city.\" \n\nHe tilted his head,\"Well, you're quite an excitable individual. I say you would qualify. Say, how well can you hold up if someone attacked you directly? And how would you defend yourself?\"" } ]

[ { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"Money is good, yeah!\" *Varana replied with a grin. While the thought of living like a noble was enticing, she also wanted to keep exploring and finding artifacts. But perhaps these things were not mutually exclusive?*\n\n\"Guess we'll just have to see how things go once we get our whole group together.\" *By the sound of things, it was pretty important that they get more people to assist them. Ones that weren't just summons. That was fair, she supposed.*\n\n\"Hmm, okay great!\" *Was all she ventured in response to the remarks about her weapon. She didn't really plan to use them all that much anyways. Her magic and summons were supposed to be the main threat!*" }, { "author": "Sirdan", "message": "\"Money is always good.\" Sirdan grinned and then motioned to her. \n\n\"Couldn't afford a beautiful, massive house without it. Anyhow... Now that we are done, shall we go back home, get packing and then prepare to leave in... Let's say, a week? Give us both some time to settle our affairs. We'll both take a boat to Kadho - and then we'll go upriver to South Mentia.\" \n\n\"I'll handle the expenses for the initial leg. Once, or if we make some money in Mentia, then we'll pool some of it into a mutual fund that we will use to pay for common expenses like inn and food. Sounds good?\" \n\n\"Oh. Do you know Mentian?\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana nodded quickly. She probably didn't pay quite as close attention to the details as she should have, but seemed to get the gist of it. The necromancer nodded slowly and grinned.* \"Gotcha, we'll leave in a week! Sounds fine to me~\" *She hummed in response.*\n\n\"Hmm? Mentian? Yeah, course I can speak it!\" *The ardent boldly proclaimed.* \"I can speak... Several languages! Comes in handy when exploring ruins... Never know where the trail might take ya. In fact one time, I ended up passing through three or four different countries to track down a single artifact! ...Turned out it had been snatched up by a private collector already, buuut languages are pretty handy. Yah!\"" } ]

[ { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*The journey was long and tiresome, they walked all night together, the night even still apon them , the sun a couple hours away from rising as the castle itself was in front of them. The buildings were enormous and despite the time, people were out, active and about, nothing ever stopping*\n\n*We approached as a group of guards halted us looking through all the luggage briefly then at us , a strange little duo but let us pass , looking at us the whole time we walked through. The gate closing behind us. The city bursting with so much life , being completely massive the whole plaza area. I was foreign this whole place as I stuck next to you closely. You knew your way as you immediately tailed us to a place to rest. Paying off at an in as I still tried to keep myself hidden behind you. Finally everything was settled and down. Almost collapsing on the bed* \n\n\"This bed is soooooooo goooood. Havnt had one in over a weekkkkk I've missed it so much , see a shower would do good to. Once I have clean clothes... Nice bath... Warm bath. Honestly need one... Varana you look so tired\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Thankfully they managed to reach the city without another Vera awakening. Varana was relieved. The necromancer made sure to disguise her skeleton as living creatures with transformation magic before entering the city so as to prevent and trouble with the guards. This went alright, much to everyone's relief.*\n\n*Since Varana had been here a few days before, she didn't have any trouble locating accomodations for them. Even though it was late, there were always inns desperate enough to take in late customers. After a quick conversation with an innkeeper, the pair were whisked away to their room.*\n\n\"Showers?\" *Varana let out a small laugh.* \"What, like rain or something? I guess that's one way to get clean... Baths seem more reliable though. Well take yer pick! We got until tomorrow. Faith shops aren't gonna be open until daytime.\" *She couldn't help but yawn, collapsing onto a pile of blankets one of the skeletons had brought in with them.*\n\n\"Yeaaaah... I could totally sleep forever...\"\n\n*She'd make sure to have some skeletons keep guard, or something.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*I let it happen , simply blinking as it seemed as if nothing had happened , just a dream. Looking over at the bed across from me as you're sound asleep probably waking up soon\nI felt full like after a big meal, my blood felt warmer than usual, feeling its warmth. Looking down at myself, a bag of gold on the counter next to me as I shrivel and realize what happened as I hold my hands in front my face, seeing a faint yellow glow especially within the dimly lit room, panicking*\n\n\"W what is happening to me... What did you do?!\"\n\n*Nothing but silence*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*And so Varana fell asleep without incident. She was quite exhausted too, the sweet embrace of dreamland came swiftly. And thus, the necromancer was left blissfully unaware as Elizabeth snuck off. Her skeletons, not sensing any danger to their master, remained silent and let her sleep. And so it was that Vera had a free hand to feed on the supposed assassins.*\n\n*When Elizabeth later returned, Varana was only in a light sleep, close to waking up. The exclamations of surprise ultimately awakened her. She yawned, slowly sat up, and stretched before casting a drowsy glance over to Elizabeth.*\n\n\"Mmm... Everything okay... Seems like yer glowing again...?\" *Varana yawned again and rubbed her eyes, looking over to Elizabeth.* \"Maybe we should... Skip breakfast... Go find a faith healer... Mmmmfff...\" *She fell back into the blankets, clearly still tired. Evidently the necromancer wasn't much of a morning person.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She looked Varana with her yellow glowing eyes , usually whenever Vera had control it was the case she had those eyes. I couldn't even fathome what happened while she was asleep. Simply feeling ill whenever she thought of what it was*\n\n*She had clothes folded and a satchel of gold over the countertop between them, she was curious to whatever Vera did. Providing for her? They cursed?? The gold fake??? She couldn't understand it. Her runes glowed differently as she breathed in and out trying to catch her breath. A note placed on the clothes while she looked at them*\n\n*A fair trade my pet* \n\n\n*I gestured my hands towards everything placed on the counter top to you, scared of what you would think or say.*\n\n\"I I don't know what any of this is...\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"Mhhhfft? What is what...?\" *Varana mumbled into her blankets before eventually pushing herself back up. Only now noticing the glowing Elizabeth, she let out a small gasp of surprise and quickly stumbled to her feet.* \"E-Eh?! Yer glowing again—\" *Naturally she assumed this meant Vera was back. But the confusion from Elizabeth gave her pause.*\n\n\"Wait... No, yer still Elizabeth right? But still glowing... Huh...\" *She rubbed her chin. The skeletons didn't seem worried yet, so it was probably fine.* \"Do you feel okay?\"\n\n *Slowly though, her eyes drifted to the gold and note. Varana quickly made her way over, wide-eyed.* \"Woah, where did this come from?! And that creepy note...\" *She shivered.* \"...Is that from Vera or somethin'? Do ya think she's tryna get rid of me or somethin'?\"\n\n*The necromancer smirked a bit.* \"...Must be scared or somethin'! Maybe that's a sign we're on the right right track, huh?\" *She looked back to Elizabeth with a big, almost triumphant grin.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She was frazzled from all this , the clothes she picked up , being a black corset, a black long woven top and leathered pants with ribbons running down it seeming to tie from the shirt , thinking that she Is not putting on any of this. Being to much for her.*\n\n*The yellow eyes stayed as simply couldn't go out like this. Needing a reason behind all this. She needed a ... She was clean, didn't smell bad. She'd been cleaned, she had questions that had no answers. She was confused.*\n\n\"Listen ok, I trust you. I'm gonna trust you with everything to me . I'm gonna ....... Get undressed. B before we see this mage taking note of the Runes on me would be good seeing what they know... If that's ok with you... \"*Her face went bright red never having to ask this sort of thing but knowing it would come in handy. She wanted her permission to do so to. Knowing how embarrassing this was but knowing how important it was to as Elizabeth hadn't even seen of them on her back* \n\n\"I'll close my eyes to make you feel better even\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana paused at the rather strange request. But she supposed it made sense. If they had all the runes written down, that would be helpful for the faith healer. She managed to maintain her composure somewhat. Though it did take her a moment to find her voice.*\n\n\"A-Ah... Well, I guess that'd be a smart idea... I'll get some paper and ink... Um... Please just do whatever is most comfortable for ya!\" *She encouraged, not wanting her friend to be uncomfortable. By this point, Varana could call Elizabeth a friend right? She didn't have a whole lot of those.*\n\n\"Draw the curtains, guard the door. No peeking.\" *She ordered to her skeletons, who quickly went about their orders. Varana didn't want their presence to make Elizabeth uncomfortable.* \"Good good.\"\n\n*With that, Varana went fishing through one of the bags they had brought with them. It took a moment of feeling around, but soon she pulled out some parchment papers, an ink well, and quill. The necromancer quickly got it set up at one of the tables.* \"Okay, okay... Here we go... I've got the ink set up. Errr... Maybe we should start with yer back?\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She nodded as took off the dress, crouching down so her back faced her , it was embarrassing for sure. Doing this for basically a complete stranger. A stranger, a friend, that would help her conflict this threat. This healer could fix all of this , all her problems, all of this and she would be with her sisters again. She missed it*\n\n*She could take the embbarresment if it ment that. She peaked her head behind her shoulder locking eyes with you for a second, letting out a little eep as she looked back forward crossing her arms over herself.*\n\n\"This is embarrassing Varana... This stays between us. Always between us. I've never done such things before ... My sisters would scold me if anything like this ever got told about\" \n\n*She was slender and fair, pale skinned but the markings and Runes made the skin around them tanned and almost burnt. Her dark red hair fell down the back of her as she didn't want to lock eyes with you again confirming to herself what she was doing*\n\n\"I'm no model or anything alright so I don't expect the best drawings Just label the Rune and where it's located\"\n\n*The Runes were so elaborate and intertwined , having so many branches and extremely weird symbols. Between under the shoulder blades layed 2 mirroring Runes that seemed to be scard almost ripped each one fragmented across that area of the skin*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"I won't tell a soul! We're just trying to get these runes down on paper.\" *Varana reassured with a brisk nod and smile. Her focus remained in the strange runes that were etched into Elizabeth's back.* \"I'm no artist but I'll give it a go!\"\n\n*Slowly, Varana began to sketch the design out in her paper. Progress was slow, owing to the intricate nature of the designs. The necromancer did her best nevertheless, trying to capture every mark of the ancient symbols. They looked very painful. Varana wished there was more she could do to help.*\n\n*Some time later, Varana completed sketches the runes from Elizabeth's back. Sheblet out an exasperated sigh.* \"Yeeesh, this is complicated stuff! I'm thinking we shoulda hired a professional artist, haha.\" *She held out the design for Elizabeth to look at, if she so pleased.* \"Here's what it looks like.\"" } ]

[ { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She headed as Varana scribbled onto the paper, she was still , and patient , thinking about what even her life had become. As Verana came in front of her to show, she was embbarresed more but focused on the drawing looking at what her back was , shocked*\n\n\n\"There's at much on my back?? That's a lot of markings... Like what the fuck... There's so much it's like an absurd amount d did you draw it right?? What's.. What's this??\"*She points at the markings just below her shoulder blades, seeming at if they were torn, almost attempted to be ripped apart, half of the whole rune being greatly cracked with a white scar on each mirroring Runes. It was strange, the scars felt itself was different from anything else, feeling warm and comforting.*\n\n\"Why are these ones like this\"*She uncrosses her arms comfortable with the Necromancer more interested in the scars to care*\"Doesn't look normal, looks like these were forced , or cut on purpose. But I havnt been stabbed there... Or even injured , it would've healed regardless... Wouldn't it?\n\n*She was getting stranger and stranger she was. Completely insane as you had delved yourself into a world of her own. You could he just be playing into her hands.*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"Eh? Well, I thought I did a pretty good job...\" *She pulled away for a moment to compare the paper to Elizabeth's back side-by-side. Then, the necromancer nodded slowly.* \"Mhmmm... There's a lot on yer back.\" *Varana quickly reiterated.* \"Not really sure what those things are or why they appear different... But they look sorta painful, like scars or something... They don't hurt though, right?\" *This seemed to be to the affirmative, as Elizabeth explained having no recollection of being wounded there.*\n\n\"Hmm... Perhaps something happened but Vera made you forget about it?\" *She posited cautiously.* \"There could also be the chance that maybe this is the side-effect of some weird magic Vera uses...\" *Varana breathed a small sigh and shook her head. She hadn't the slightest idea what was going on here.* \"Maybe a faith healer can help make the scars go away? If that is what you want.\" *Varana smiled encouragingly.*\n\n*While this was all getting weirder and weirder, she didn't really think Elizabeth was insane. Perhaps though, more cautious should have been warranted, given how Varana knew very little about the extent of Vera's power.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "\"It's simply confusing to me. It just gets weirder and weirder all of this... I do hope this Faith healer can answer at least 1 of the many questions that come forth every second we delve into Vera...\nA faith healer. Arnt they ossicated with the church? I know Faith Is a very hard class of magic as there usually placed with royals due to their high knowledge. Oscar, I remember one with the royals within the castle I lived in.\"\n\n*Eyes still glowing yellow she felt her stomach as it deeply hurt. Feeling ill as she got up, covering what she can as she did and walked to the clothes then you, the eyes lingering in the darkness* \n\"Thank you. For at least staying with me \"*She talked to her as she got dressed, looking like a rouge herself as all the clothes fit, boots waiting at the doorway*\n\n\"Please, I want to get to them as quick as we can... I just feel so unwell... So uneasy about this whole situation, I'm a bit scared honestly\" *She put on her boots as she awaited at the doorway for Varana while she was crouched down just thinking about what even the Faith healer would do*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana just sorta shrugged.* \"I don't really know much about faith magic and all that. But it's supposed to be super effective against occult or undead stuff. Sooo, I figured it would also be super effective against Vera! Since she sorta seems like a demon or something?\" *The necromancer explained with a small chuckle.*\n\n*Varana waited patiently as her companion redressed and nodded slowly.* \"Well of course, wouldn't be right to abandoned ya in the middle of nowhere. Hopefully this healer thing works and ya can head back off to yer home.\" *She declared optimistically*\n\n\"Oh, yes we should go on without delay.\" *Varana quickly got ready to go and gathered up some of their things. She took the bag of gold and handed it to Elizabeth.* \"Maybe we can use this to help pay the faith healer! They probably charge more for difficult stuff, y'know?\"\n\n*With that, Varana headed outside and tried to lead the way towards a faith healer. She didn't actually know where one was, so they had to stop and ask for directions. But eventually, they would arrive at some sort of local temple that was offering such services. The skeletons stayed behind, out of sight. Varana knew they'd probably be detected by the monks if they were brought along.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She tucked behind as well looking down so her eyes more or less stayed out of sight to , covering her markings with the clothing that had been placed by Vera herself, leathered gloves bared on her hands as she rubbed them , desperately wanting an absolute to this. The temple itself was heavily guarded, more guards than even the front gate, as we walked in the guards all observing us as we trailed on the pathing , we were stopped , a monk coming out and looking upon us. A bashful smirk of unenjoyment to his face as he looked at all the guards along the gate then pointing at you with a stern look and finger in your direction*\n\nMonk: \"You, Necromancer, enter without any summons or undead.\nThe girl beside you will stay put at the doorway until we are done speaking to you. You will follow what I say under the churches and kings rein\" \n\n*I watched as you followed him in, holding my hand out to you as I brought it back to my side, rubbing my arm sitting on the stairway , the guards locking the\n gate, gulping as I look back at the door* \n\nMonk:\"Necromancer state your name and purpose for coming to this kingdom and temple. You will answer truthfully and honestly\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana thought it was pretty weird that the temple had so many guards. She hadn't disclosed her identity to the monks either, so them knowing her necromancy powers was rather unnerving. But the Ardent Macen tried not to worry about it. They needed to get Elizabeth treated! The necromancer nodded to the monk, bid Elizabeth farewell, then ventured inside of the temple with the monk to figure out what was going on.*\n\n\"Ahhh... I came to help my friend get treated. Ran into them on the road, and it seems they're possessed by some sorta demon monster. She's got all of these weird glowing runes all over her and stuff.\" *Varana reached into her bag and pulled out the sketch she had made before of the runes.* \"Like this.\"\n\n*She paused for a long moment while the looked over it, then continued.* \"Anyways so uh, I brought her here hoping y'all could help treat her so she can return to her home?\" *The necromancer explained.* \"We got some money to help cover expenses, if that is an issue.\" *She wasn't entirely sure. Sometimes monks would help those in need for free, right?*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*The monk dropped the paper with the Runes as he placed his hand your shirt tugging at it harshly*\n\nMonk: \"What have you brought to us? This the creatures that's been desecrating the lands we've been hearing about? Your friend has to be executed. Immediately she must be killed!!!\" \n\n*The scattered monk knocked past you opening the door as I turned around to greet him as he dragged me inside, the massive temple door shutting as a seal visibly locked it. He was terrified, beyond belief, as he dragged me to the lobbies centre*\n\nMonk: \"We must kill it!!!\"\n\n*A man in white robes came down from the dual stairway just next to the lobbies middle telling the monk to stop his actions and to prepare tea for the guests. He fretted but had no words for the high priest*\n\nPreist: \"Accompany her, you're her friend are you not?\"\n\n*He walks to me looking down as he then walks back up the stairs expecting us to tail as we do. Leading to a room full of books and a blue circle surrounded by Runes and crystals in the centre. It looked mysterical but it made my skin crawl for some reason. Getting a shiver up my spine as he sat down at a table behind the circle pulling 1 chair out* \n\nPreist: \"Necromancer, sit please , we have plenty to discuss\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"Eh? What? You're supposed to help get the monster out, not kill her!\" *Varana exclaimed at the remarks from the monk.* \"It isn't her fault that the monster got inside her!\" *The necromancer gave Elizabeth a worried glance. This whole thing had been her idea. She should have tried to find somewhere more sketchy. Like uh, black market faith healer. But it was too late for that now.*\n\n*Hearing the priest approach she turned her crimson glare upon him. Thankfully, he seemed like he wanted to help to kill her. That seemed to help calm Varana down. She following him back to the book room, making sure not to let Elizabeth out of her sight.*\n\n\"...Your going to try to get rid of the monster, right?\" *Varana questioned, sitting down in the chair as instructed.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*He places he hands on the table as he thinks , tapping his boney fingers, opening a book he had on the table flicking through it*\n\nPreist: \"My dear please stand on the circle you're so desirable to see, you will be fine I assure you under Gods will\" \n\n*I stand onto it hesitantly as it glows. Blue chains coming out as they wrap around me , pushing me to my knees on the ground, jamming into my skin as I gasp in pain*\n\nPriest: \"You've given any blood to her necromancer?? Any of the sort, has she eaten anything or anyone since you've known her? Do you know it's name? \nI hope you're aware of what you've brought into this kingdom. It is volatile. \nDemons?? They were of ancient times. You speak lies but I digress to test your truth. \nIn fact she does process Runes, ancient but seems they have been used , the font being changed to fit modern spells but doing the same none the less \nYou related? A friend?\"\n*I grunt in deep pain as I struggle to even breathe trying to move rapidly against the chains*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana blinked. That was a lot of questions all at once. Usually she was the one asking things like that. The necromancer cast a worried glance over to Elizabeth, then looked back to the priest as she began to rattle off as many answers as she could.*\n\n\"Nope, I didn't give her any blood. She certainly wanted it though! I don't *Think* She's eaten any people since I met her... I'm not *Really* Sure what it is but it seems bad so I called it a demon. Elizabeth calls the monster Vera.\" *She shrugged.* \"I guess it really behaves more like a vampire. I met Elizabeth on the road in distress. We're friends.\"\n\n*That done, she glanced back over to the glowy blue magic chains with concern.* \"You're not gonna... Hurt Elizabeth... Right?\" *She cautiously questioned.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*The Preist kept flicking through the book until he stopped after hearing the demons name. Unbelievable it was to his surprise, moving the book yourway, showing a horned female creature, with red wings, red and black skin , a tail as the same Runes shown on Elizabeth, all the words being words like (danger, dangerous, extremely dangerous)*\n\nPreist: \"Vera is an ancient evil that span just over a 1000 years ago. The Runes match but I simply cannot believe it myself. She's taken host...! Simply cannot risk her regaining power , the eyes she bares shows that the demon will slowly consume her body. Turning into hers little by little until she regains her fullself... I cannot believe it. You even understand what you've brought girl!?\"\n\n*His flicks his hand as more chains rise and cover me as it burns my skin trying to scream but 1 covers my mouth*\n\nPreist: \"We cannot let it speak, girl we must put her down immediately, there is no time, i cannot remove her in her current state you must understand, you 2 are nothing more than acquaintances as you have stated\"\n\n*I struggle against the burning chains unable to see or speak only listen to the madness*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana stared at the book and rubbed her chin. The sketch of yhe demon seemed almost comically overdramatic—at least to her. Sure enough, some of the runes lined up, just like the priest had said. But even so, none of this was Elizabeth's fault.*\n\n\"...\" *She was disappointed by the conclusion reached by this priest. Her creepy, perpetual smile quivered for a moment, as if Varana was trying to frown but failing.* \"Yer supposed to be a priest! Don't ya help save people and stuff?! What the heck is this... Just exorcise her or something! It isn't Elizabeth's fault for any of this.\"\n\n*Seeing the chains burn Elizabeth just made Varana angrier. She turned on her blood red halo and let her black, skeletal wings burst out into the air.* \"...Stop hurting my friend you lazy con-man! Aren't ya supposed to be a master of faith and healing?! Someone like that would be able to get Elizabeth out of this mess and save her. Clearly you are a fraud!\" *She shouted.*\n\n*Then the necromancer cast a major illusion that made it seem as if an army of a dozen zombies and skeletons were breaking through the stone walls and into the room. The ground began to shake and started to swallow up the priest. Of course, it was all just an illusion though, but a scary one at that!*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*The preist pointed at the book showing the features of it and how dangerous this creature was*\n\nPreist: \"YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND THE DEMON SHE IS . SHE ENSLAVED HUMANITY DURING THE DARK AGES. THIS IS NOT YOUR CALL TO MAKE!! It's to late for her, Vera has already started consuming her.\"\n\n*He made the chains tighter on her wanting to end her life suddenly enthralled by your appearance saying a few strange words before you casted your spell, as he fell into the illusion the chains turned white burning deeper until they break suddenly as the priest screams shouting for help as I walked over to him amongst the spell. Biting onto his neck taking a chunk out of it as he chokes on his blood , unable to breathe, dying all in 1 swoop, spitting the blood back onto his now twitching corpse, I take the book from his desk as blood pours all over the ground , scattered even over the walls.*\n\n*I walk over to you placing my finger tip under your chin smiling at you* \"You simply are an amazing thing, my makeshift demon, makes such good work with your magic don't you??\"\n\n*She runs her finger under your neck like some sort of dog as looks back at the preist* \n\n\"Care for a Bite hmm? Fresh but bitter I'd say\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana didn't seem convinced. Nothing in her history books had anything like that. Clearly the priest was just exaggerating to try and get his way! Though... That bit about Elizabeth being consumed did concern her to some degree. But there wasn't much time to dwell on it.*\n\n*The necromancer hadn't planned on attacking the priest. She justed wanted to scare him away so he'd let Elizabeth free. Buuut Vera, who seemed to have magically awakened and broke free to attack, took care of that loose end for her. Unable to frown, she grimaced internally, twitching as she watched her friend start to consume.*\n\n*As Vera approached and put a finger on Varana's chin, she could help but shiver. She didn't quite like how Vera was treating her as a pet. The necromancer was trying to help Elizabeth, not Vera!*\n\n\"...I might be a necromancer, but I'm not a cannibal.\" *Varana let out a small dry laugh, taken a small cautious step back away from Vera.* \"So what was all that about consuming Elizabeth.\" *The necromancer glared.*" } ]

[ { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*Vera's Runes glow a bright red as she breathes heavily , the eyes a bright striking yellow as she looks back at you , the look calm and collected but the eyes telling a whole different story as walks towards you, touching your halo running her finger around it playfully as she grins at you*\n\n\"You shouldn't worry about her , she is not your concern. She is merely sharing your fate , but her situation makes it harder for me to do my goal. \nYou're both my pet after all. If you not then it isn't in any interest to keep you alive or her if a pet won't follow orders. I plan to regain my body though , you, are a product what your people were trying to make. Trying to replicate what I was , what we were. A failure, but you, you're not to me \"\n\n\n\"I lost years of magic centuries while I was dead. You will help me , or\n\nYou will die. \n\nYou have to be some use to me don't you?? Can be in any way you see fit as long as it's useful. \n\nI remember 1000 years ago I had people giving all their land and houses for even just a kiss or for me to say their name. \n\nYou could be useful can't you. Or I'll have you hung open while you cannot die, you'll beg for it I assure you.\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"...\" *Varana's eyes narrowed as Vera closed the distance and started to go on a long monologue that sounded rather vaguely threatening. Frankly, the necromancer was having some difficulty staying focused on such a lengthy speech. Buuut she seemed to get the gist of it: be my minion or die. Her ultimate conclusion was that she needed to get as far away from the temple—and Vera—as possible. But right now, that wasn't particularly feasible. She'd have to wait for the right moment.*\n\n\"Heh? Pretty sure ya called me a failure of a mage earlier...\" *She managed a dry chuckle and grin, keeping her crimson eyes on Vera.* \"But now ya wanna keep me around as a pet?\" *Varana couldn't help but giggle as she mused.* \"...Don't tell me ya fell for my macabre charm, hmm?~\" *The necromancer fluttered her black skeletal wings as if to emphasize their presence.*\n\n\"Well, no need to get possessive... I wanna get outta here alive too. If ya don't mind relying on some 'cheap tricks,' I could disguise us with transformation magic and get us outta here pretty fast, y'know?\" *She explained with a nod and grin.* \"Ya seem like the type of gal who doesn't like wasting time to dispose of lowly guards and priests and all that. Yer powerful enough that it makes a lot of sense! Got bigger plans and all that.\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She pressed her leather gloved hand just above her chest at the base of her neck pressing firmly into it as the skin stretches* \n\n\"You taunt me? Flutter your wings and smirk your mouth while commanding me to do what you want. It's disgusting that tongue of yours, absolutely foul. The kingdom itself I cannot make my presence yet. They would kill this body and me with it. I am not stupid . Nor willing to not kill you in the process.\"\n\n\n\"You're a filthy mut to me that Elizabeth has just got following her around. You have walked to close to the flame though, to close . Now I could just kill you right here and now. Adhuc\"\n*She speaks a word as you feel your blood turn cold as your vision flashes to the demon on the book then a flash of what Vera looks like staring right at you*\n\n\"You will stay with us both, to keep this body at least protected while the feeble maid cannot in my absence. You will feed her your blood. Teach her how to use this magic so she doesn't blow this cover, or we will die. You will provide . You will give your heart into it. That is my contract. Do you accept?\"\n\n*You feel frozen, like you and her are locked together , that the world is empty but you both. It is cold. But your skin burns like you're in a furnace. It is so unnatural and sickening, the frightening figure you saw even for a second. Being other worldly even from something such as your self, an answer to reach the otherworldly.*\n*You wanted out, you wanted to leave but the feeling of dread filled your icey blood as all that was left*\n\n*Was to answer*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana squired and glared as Vera squeezes her neck. The vitriolic replies to her cheeky comments certainly did not endear Vera to the necromancer. Seeing how she was in something of a predicament, there weren't a whole lot of options to choose from. Vera's scary demon form and whatever magic she had cast was certainly having an effect on Varana.*\n\n\"H-Haha... Ha... Guess I'll have to... Teach ya how to make friends too...\" *She retorted, evidently displeased with the harsh treatment.* \"I don't mind helping Elizabeth. *I've been doing that.* But magic isn't the sorta thing I can teach in an hour. We're gonna have to get somewhere safe first...\" *Varana wasn't a teacher. She hadn't the slightest idea how to teach someone magic. All the necromancer as really trying to do was get Vera to go away and for Elizabeth to come back. She was a lot more friendly and polite.*\n\n*Displeased with the creepy otherworldly surroundings, Varana continued to squirm and glare.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "\"You will accept my offer, you will say yes, it will be more than an hour. You will evidently proceed to do so as long as I need you to look after her. She will change and she will hunger and you will fill that role if you like it or not. I cannot have myself dying while I sleep cause some young woman cannot fight or get food on her own.\"\n\n\"I have my own agenda . That is far beyond you Varana Aukatsang. You will remain alive and unharmed as long as you agree to my contract otherwise. You'll die like the rest that have disowned my wishes.\nYou will feed her your own blood. I will not use your blood for anything else except to keep her from killing senselessly\"\nTrust me. \"\n*Her hand remains on you, seeming being the reason for this whole spell. Her hands Runes glowing, feeling the heat on the base of your neck coming off them.* \n\"I'll let you travel with us, when j reach my goal the contract will be complete. I'll let you go.\" \n*She smirks an awful smirk as it widens showing all the sharp teeth within her mouth* \n\"You also say no not only will you be tortured , I'll force the poor maid to do it. To eat you whole. I'll starve her and then she'll be forced to\"" }, { "author": "brickzombie", "message": "*Varana breathed a sigh. We was a little bit stuck. The continued threats were certainly no comfort to her. She managed to best Vera the one time, but she had been injured. While the necromancer didn't trust Vera one bit, agreeing to this seemed to be her only option.*\n\n\"Yes, fine.\" *Was all she hissed in reply.*\n\n*The necromancer didn't have anything else to say, so she held her tongue.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*Vera smiled almost enough so looked as she would even break her jaw. It was horrifying , as the smile leaned into a smirk. You feel your chest burn, it felt horrible. Like your heart was getting grasped , a rune burnt into your skin where your heart is, blood dripping from it as it was agonising, stinging as it felt as if a needle was getting dragged across your skin*\n\n\"You will listen , you will obey, you will look after her , you understand me?\"\n\n*She took her hand off you as you blinked only to be a small household building to where you had never seen. Showing it was still Salvainia by outside the window. \nWhat had even happened. You felt dizzy now, the rune itself emanating and stinging from your clothing touching your skin. \n It hurt like hell. Vera threw the book at your feet.* \"You will find Kindred . You will find her with Elizabeth. Study the book as that is the whole reason I killed that priest to even find that littlest bit of information. You will do so. You'll be rewarded. \n\"Seems my time is up though... She really Is a feeble creature... Remember now , your blood she should only feed off. Distasful to not have a magic user's blood, although you are a rude and bitter little thi-\"\n *Her Runes glowed furiously as blue faded back, the Runes simmering as she fell over onto the floor completely out cold.*\n\n*The curtains were drawn and house itself seemed lived in as it was kept tidy and it felt rich and modern for the time. \nEmpty regardless. \nNo life or voice within It \n Your body burned and ached more as you it felt like you were gonna be sick*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana squirmed and let out a screech as the rune was seared into her skin. It hurt. She didn't have time to find her voice and just nodded to the question from Vera as she fought with the pain. The sudden switch of venues was dizzying and the necromancer just wanted to curl up into a ball. But Vera was giving orders again. She tried to pay attention. What's a Kindred? Varana didn't know, but didn't question it either. She sighed with relief as Vera finally went away, not deigning to reply. That last comment just made her roll her eyes. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.*\n\n*In pain and feeling sick, Varana fell to the floor to catch her before before she began to slowly open the book, looking through its pages for what Vera had asked her to find... Surely it couldn't be all that hard, right? It was probably in there somewhere...*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*The books pages flicked back and fourth as you were rushing to find what she had asked for.\nBeasts\nCreatures\nEntities\nThe pages kept getting weirder and weirder but you turned to a page finally finding the world Kindred.\n\nHad nothing but that, the image was incomplete , the page ripped and torn, seemed it was the only page to have so. It was to strange.*\n*You looked over to Elizabeth as she was layed on the ground, fast asleep as she naturally curled herself up to warm herself. Such a child, the thought itself of you leaving her crossed your mind as you felt the grip on your heart tighten like someone's hand had squeezed it slightly. You shouldn't make deals with the devil , but you had. Regretting what you've done*" }, { "author": "brickzombie", "message": "\"...\" *Varana looked through the book. It seemed like she was getting closer and closer! When at last Varana found the page though it was torn away. What?! How was she supposed to do anything with half a page! Stupid! Varana should have just let the demon monster kill her quickly and be over with it. But too late now. It sure what to do now, the exhausted necromancer just collapsed onto the book, using it as a pillow or something..*" } ]

[ { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*The nights gone cold as you dwell within the household of Salvania. It's been days since Elizabeth hadn't even awoken in days. She been cold limp on a bed you placed her on within the room. The feeling what had happened had sicked you over the last few days, the rune on your chest was potent and bled even at times, thinking how you could remove such a thing , get away from all of this.*\n\n\n*Guards often came to the doorway, asking questions within the area but as the days went by they deserted the area thinking the monster went somewhere else. While you regretted it , thinking would the marking hurt more if you didn't look after her. You had food and the whole kitchen to yourself but you weren't even instructed to leave. Afraid of what would happen. Simply your skeletons keeping you company as the girl rested.*\n\n*You didn't know what happened to her, but she changed even within her sleep. Becoming less and less like her former self, she was sick through the night at times cause of it. Tending to her unconscious body. Unsure of what role had been placed on you , you just sat with her. Watching as the Runes moved and her body layed cold, reading what you could on Vera from the book, hoping to find a way to even kill her*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana was not pleased with the current arrangement, but there was nothing she could do about it. She continued to read through the book for clues about what Vera wanted or how to destroy her. But ultimately, she just laid low in the house. It wasn't like she could move anywhere with Elizabeth the way that she was.*\n\n*Despite her own pain, the necromancer did her best to try and keep Elizabeth alive. Obviously she wasn't about to let her die after coming this far. Although there were strange changes occuring to Elizabeth, she reminded herself that her contract had been to help Elizabeth, not Vera. But whether that detail mattered yet remained to be seen.*\n\n\"...Ugh, this sucks.\" *She grumbled to herself, stealing a peak out the window.* \"How am I supposed to find that Kindred thing if I can't leave this house!\" *Well, it wasn't that she couldn't leave. But Elizabeth was immobile and the town was swarming with guards! They were stuck for now.* \"...\" *Varana turned her attention back towards Elizabeth, perplexed by her changes.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*The wind picked up greatly as night fell, the fire place crackling to keep the house warm , rain spat on the window tapping on it immensely, just wanting to come in. The rain pattered, then poured, almost as if a storm had brewed to match your clouded mind.*\n\n*You watched over Elizabeth keeping her warm , watching as this enigma ran over her, bones cracking and moving , adjusting to new positions. She Was a whole different person, gone from the small feeble maid you found simply different, more fair and features that were listed as polar opposite how she previously was.*\n\n*The night become worse, she opened her eyes almost instantly moving from the bed instantly pinning you down holding her hands to your bare neck. She was animalistic, the sharp teeth showing as a long perpetuate tongue come out licking over her lips. She pressed her hands harder into you. The yellow eyes looking crazed and hungered greatly. It was so hard to even recognise her to this animal of a woman. It frightened you greatly as the wind gave in , opening the unhinged window as rain and the cold blew in*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*It was rather pleasant in a way, with the rain water drumming rhythmically on the roof tops. Between that and the crackle of the fireplace, one could see how it might be easy to doze off. But just as her heavy eyelids were about to close, the cracking of bones echoed from Elizabeth. Varana quickly looked over, concerned for the safety of her friend.*\n\n\"E-Elizabeth?! Are ya okay?\" *The necromancer called, rising to her feet and approaching Elizabeth cautiously.*\n\n*While the caution would prove founded, it didn't prevent the maid from attacking! Varana let out a sudden cry of surprise as she was knocked to the floor and pinned down by the monster that was supposedly her friend.* \"Hey! What—Eeeek!\" *She squirmed in protest, shivering as the window was thrown open and the water splashed inside.* \"What did you do to Elizabeth?!\" \n\n*Needless to say, the skeletons that were lingering seemed displeased by this sudden shift of pace and attempted to pull the monster off of their summoner.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*The skeletons grabbed onto her as they all crowded trying to pull her off, before they could Elizabeth opened her mouth wide attempting to bite at Varanas shoulder, as her hand moved from her neck and tearing the fabric on her shoulder, her mouth watering. As the large sharp teeth hung out. The skeletons holding her greatly as hard as they could.*\n\n*She was clearly hungry after sleeping for days but looking at the displeased animalistic face, you could see it was Elizabeth but a whole different person. She was so desperate as the skeletons held her to ground as her nails clawed at the wooden boards, making scatches in them. Trying to slowly crawl to you*\n\n*The skeletons doing everything they can as their boney fingers pierce her skin slightly as a small puddle forms on the floor ,evident of her hungered mouth as her crazed eyes stare at you*\n\"LET GO\"\n*Even her voice had changed from the high pitched tone to a semi deeper than before. She was distressed, only wanting to eat you as the wind ran more in. Blowing out the candles just having the 1 near you , the fire place cracking as the bright yellow eyes shone in the darkness, she just wanted blood, your rune itself glowed and burned as her eyes widened, clawing more at the floor*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana shivered in the cold, glaring up at those yellow eyes with her crimson ones. All the while, her trembling smile remained plastered over her rosy lips, despite the gravity of this present situation. She twitched.*\n\n*While some traces of Elizabeth were still certainly left, the deeper voice, animalistic expressions, and hostile disposition served only to further convince Varana that this wasn't Elizabeth. She didn't want to believe her friend could act like this. Maybe there was a third person in there... Another monster like Vera? A more primitive one? Or maybe Varana was just delusional... She couldn't help but laugh at the thought as she continued to struggle.*\n\n*Even if this was Elizabeth, Varana hadn't conceded to being eaten alive. The ferocity with which she was attacked brought to mind images of the exploded rabbit and gored hog. And so Varana struggled to hold her own against the fierce vampiric monster, despite the burning rune searing her chest. It... It was just a scorch... Like getting a little to close to the dragons that used to populate her family's dragon farm... At least, so she tried to tell herself.*\n\n\"Their contracts... Say to keep me safe...\" *Varana let out a small cackle.* \"I doubt they'd stop if I ordered them to...\" *The necromancer taunted, trying to keep Elizabeth far enough away that she couldn't plunge those teeth into her neck. Of course, the skeletons were still doing what they could to help.*" } ]

[ { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*Her finger nails stratch into the wood , the skin peeling as she bled from them. Like she didn't know what she was doing. Clearly a starved animal out of control as she forced herself to crawl forward despite the skeletons pinning her down. Being halted as they pushed further into her.*\n\n*This was not the girl you had been travelling with, clearly changed physically and her behaviour. She was getting more desperate and desperate as the rune on your chest felt as if it was burning into your heart like you were doing something wrong, something to displease the contract. The feeling was horrible, the feeling of dread flooded your body from it as she gnawed at the skeletons bones snapping 1 of them with her bare hands that were drizzled in blood from her finger tips, as she lept from their grasps the bones piecing her like knives as she did so, grabbing you and holding you with strength, feeling your body's frame crack from the force as she sunk her sharp teeth into your shoulder.*\n\n*You showed and kicked at her but her hand just held you still, the burning sensation of the rune going away the more she drank, hearing her gulp it down her throat like a wild animal. It made you feel sick to your core. She was endulging in it untik she was forced off by the skeletons that held her with extreme force, choking her and holding her limbs, clearly visible it was hurting her. She tried to forcefully take more but the skeletons held her to the point if she moved she'd be hurt badly by them.*\n\n*The rune on your chest stopped burning as your shoulder bled greatly, having a small chunk torn out of it but nothing life threatening, just the teeth marks going deep into your skin.*\n\n*She was bound just her mouth open dripping with blood as she breathed heavily ,almost panting heavily. She looked down at herself then at you, in a complete daze , her mind completely numb to this all, you not even being sure if she knew who she was or where she was.*\n\n\"You you I'm. I'm ....\"\n\n*She talked as if she was in shock, as she held her stomach then looking at her hand and her stomach. She wasn't well at all. She was terrified*\n\n\"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!! THIS HAS TO BE A NIGHTMARE , VERA YOU WITCH!! YOU MONSTER TAKE ME OUT OF HERE\" \n\n*She attempted to swing her arms at you but was held back by your boney companions, she talked and shouted at you as if you were the monster that caused all this.*\n\n\"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BODY!! MY SISTERS WOULD NEVER KNOW WHO I WAS AND please make this feeling end\"\n\n*Her stomach hurt badly as she tried clenching it. As her tongue hung out like a dog, wanting more blood, more of the taste she just had.*\n*She panted more begging you in a soft voice*\n\"Please let me have more it tasted so good\"\n*From what she said the grip tightened on her from the skeletons.Causing bruises on her skin*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Despite the best efforts of the skeletons to get Elizabeth away, their defense failed! Varana was unable to squirm free and found herself still pinned down by the hungry monster. It seemed angrier than before. As the necromancer felt her something in her shoulder crack, a sharp pain shot through her chest, rivaling both that of the glowing rune and the fangs that plunged down into her exposed shoulder. Despite this development, and the growing sickness overcoming her, the skeletons continued to dutifully claw away at Elizabeth.*\n\n*Finally, the skeletons seemed to have some success. The situation was ultimately reversed before Varana lost too much blood. Now, the animalistic creature that had once been her friend was pinned by the boney undead.*\n\n*Varana attempted to sit up, pain radiating through her shoulder and upper chest. She cast a crimson glare towards Elizabeth at her angry cries. The necromancer didn't have an answer for her. Frankly, she felt violated. The ferocity with which Elizabeth had attacked and pinned her down was terrifying. And even still, that characteristic grin remain plastered on her face.*\n\n\"...\" *The necromancer shivered and twitched, seeing Elizabeth now plead with her for more. But the rune had stopped burning her for now. If the rune didn't think she had to give anymore, why should she? This... Evil Elizabeth... Looked like they would happily juice her body and drain it of all the blood she had left.*\n\n\"Not my fault yer like this. I'm not Vera, you know.\" *Varana finally stated, an edge of reproachment in her tone.* \"...Ya seem to have had enough for now. If ya drink it all now, there'll be none for later.\" *The comparison of her blood to a drink made her uncomfortable.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She sharpened teeth show more just desperately wanting more blood as she shivers and twists. Her huge grin turns into a worried look as she looks like she's about to be sick as her face turns almost pale and white. Holding her stomach as throws the skeletons off , a bucket near the bed she vomits in. A bloody , gooey mess.*\nIt was disgusting of it. Skin and all sorts being within it looking like a blended up human as she stopped , the colour at least returning to her body again as she looked at you feeling the full realization and weight of her new self*\n\n\"Varana V V Varana w what's happened to me. I'm so so sorry. I'm oh God .. I feel so sick... My body... L look at me... My skin is different and and .. My voice and and just everything else... *Seeming the only thing she kept was her dark red hair despite it getting even darker . She was still shaking as she held herself* \n\n\"And and and... \"\n\n*She points deliberately at her chest then at the rest of her body. Showing the sheer difference in it , being in complete disbelief as goes over to you looking directly at you strangely then placing her finger on where your heart is*\n\n\n\"I can see it. Every vein pumping onto here ... \"*Her mouth waters again without her even noticing, clearly hungry especially after throwing up everything she had in her. She was clearly different from before. You yourself being unsure of what to do. But she just kept breathing in and out calming her hunger and herself down best she could*" } ]

[ { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana took the opportunity to shuffle away from Elizabeth and towards her regrouping skeletons, biting her lip at the pain. She didn't want to see the mess that her \"Friend\" Was throwing up in the corner, envisioning it would probably be a gory sight. While maybe a battlefield of disemboweled corpses wouldn't have disturbed her as much as a regular person, the thought of someone regurgitating half-digested human remains was still quite off putting.*\n\n*The eventual gaze from Elizabeth was met with a cold crimson one from Varana. She didn't immediately respond. Though the necromancer did seem to shiver from Elizabeth's touch. Apparently the maid could see the veins of her prey?*\n\n\"...Thanks for sharing the news. For what it's worth, I can see yer drooling fangs every time ya look at me.\" *An exaggeration, but it got the point across She attempted to push Elizabeth a ways back from her, perhaps worried she would try to chomp into her shoulder again.* \"I'ma friend, not food!\" *The necromancer tried to clarify, likely to little avail.* \"Now... We gotta try and find this... Kindred thing.\"" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She crouched down in front of you looking at you clueless and as if she was off somewhere else completely. She put her finger to her lips , feeling the softness of them as she was weirding you out more than usual*\n\n*She lowered her finger touching her lips as she looked down at herself and her hands, rushing to the mirror in the room. Screaming at it it as her fist went straight into the glass shattering it. She now had known what she was. Someone other than herself*\n\n\"W who am I. I'm I'm Elizabeth... But... Your... Friend. . Your Varana... Varana... The necromancer... Y y yeah and I'm im Elizabeth\"*\n\n*She looked totally in shock and held herself, she was in huge disbelief as she held her face. She wanted to leave forever, all of this behind but she just became deeper and deeper into it. She looked at you tilting her head slightly, opening her face showing all her sharpened blood teeth*\n\"How do I look... What even am I.. Please tell me\"" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Varana watched as Elizabeth rushed off to the mirror and screamed at her new appearance. The necromancer flinched as the sound of the mirror shattering. She didn't blame the poor maid; she'd have been distraught too upon finding herself in a similar position. At the confused mumbling about who was who, Varana couldn't do much but sigh. This really was a mess.*\n\n\"...\" *Varana blinked as Elizabeth returned to flashed her sharp, bloody teeth. She wanted to know how she looked? The necromancer twitched, not wanting to be too harsh, but also not wanting to lie to the poor girl.* \"Well... Ya might want to wash the blood out of your mouth... Errr... I'm not really sure what ya are, but... Some sorta vampire I guess.\" *She commented with a slight nod.* \"When yer not trying to eat me, I suppose ya might have a peculiar, dark elegance...?\" *Varana managed a smile—but she was always smiling.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She looked at Varana up and down seeing the fearful shock in her smile, at a moments notice ready so she could get away from Elizabeth*\n\n\"I I'm not a monster... I I don't look like... R right..\" \n*She sat down being on her knees adjusting her as she got comfortable being simply level with you as she gave a sad look*\n\"All I can think about is just drinking your blood right now... Eating your flesh... I i don't want to. You know that. I don't even know what's come over me alright. Or what she's done to me. I feel. I feel. Like I can just do anything... Feels amazing Varana...\n*Her yellow eyes glisten as her Runes give off a slight heat , glowing ever so slightly, she leaned uncomfortably into you now as you fell over from your counteract to fall back away from her as she was over you. This crazed beauty that just was to dangerous. While Varana layed on her back Elizabeth leaned in uncomfortably again*\n\"You gonna give me some of your blood?.... Or you going to go get someone off that street below me for... Someone full of life ....\"*Her long demonized tounge licked the neck of Varana making her extremely uncomfortable*\n\"Or ill just be eating you... Such tasty blood... \"\n*She ran her finger across Varanas soft skin just wanting to devour her , still it was Elizabeth. This demonic lust to devour and consume , drove away her human thoughts and side to her. This sweet innocent girl just wanted to murder, she sat with leg either side of Varanas torso her hot breath on her, wanting an answer*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "\"Ya don't look like a monster, no... But yer sorta talking like one.\" *Varana quipped with concern, trying to squirm away from Elizabeth as she advanced once more. But apparently she was not swift enough, ending up under Elizabeth again. The subsequent lick made her shiver as she continued to resist, but to little avail.* \"Didn't yer parents teach ya how to get yer own food? A proud, elegant hunter like yerself ought to take some pride in catching their own meals, rather than being spoonfed. Besides, if ya drink me all now, there'll be none for later, y'know?\" *She tried to point out. Varana didn't want to be eaten, obviously. The necromancer just wanted to go back to her artifact hunting in peace.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*She ran her finger across her more, pressing into the skin , scratching her a bit as she saw blood seep from the deepest scratch, watched it dribble from Varanas skin , she held her down with 1 hand going to bite deeply into her arm as she sunk her teeth into it, you could feel it. It hurt like hell and you felt as if you would die right here and now as your skin was tattered and cold from the sick feeling you got. Seeing a heap of flesh enveloped within her teeth, swallowing it whole. It was extremely painful as blood poured from your arm, she kept her tongue on it engulfing all the blood instantly.\nIt drenched down her clothing as she opened her blouse to do so. She was insane. Absolutely mental and even snickered and laughed in it. As she tugged on your arm wanting to rip it clean off pulling harshly, harder and harder. As the blood poured covering all of her , wanting to feast on you, ripping more at the skin that was almost like paper to her*\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n*The rune inbeded in you glowed as the beast was grounded to her knees, a collar with Runes coming visible around her neck tightening as she was forced to stay on her knees unable to move . You felt your body burn as the blood dried up on your wounds. They burned as your skin swelled around them , stretching and morphing like it was alive. Ever so slightly. Stitching together fixing itself going at a painful pace*\n\n*She was grounded with the collar giving almost like a muzzle to the beast, the blood red magic being something powerful*\n\n*The small 1 character of rune able to Heal on your body this quick and clean. Made you think that Elizabeth had hundreds of them on her. Although you had no idea if one's like this but if all were equally powerful. Definitely a terrifying feeling*\n\n*She lifted her hand as the Runes glowed around it wanting to drain your blood but she felt herself choke from it*" }, { "author": "Varana Aukatsang", "message": "*Evidently the necromancer had wasted her breath, as was soon made clear. Varana let out a sharp cry of pain as she felt the vicious creature bite into her shoulder again. What had she done to deserve this?! It hurt far worse this time. Varana wasn't just having her blood sucked, she was being eaten. Her cries and thrashes seemed to alert the skeletons. Those where left attempted to pull off the creature to no avail. But Varana wasn't coherent enough to witness their apparent failure, as she soon passed out from the shock, pain, and blood loss. At least that magic rune thing had kept her alive? Maybe Varana would have been better off dead. But for now at least, the necromancer couldn't dwell on it.*" }, { "author": "bethanyboo.", "message": "*Elizabeth shakes her head like a while dog trying to take the Runes off but she is grounded , simply like an animal. Burning her body and her neck as it almost linked to her bodies Runes. Calming her blood down as her sharpened teeth no longer layed out. Her own Runes bled making almost like handcuffs on her forearms , looking like broken shackles. Along with the collar that layed around her neck. Blood magic. A very ancient cruel looking form of it.*\n\n\n*Varana was passed out, from the pain and shock of things, simply in a slumber, opening her eyes again being in a furnished dimly lit room. Different from before , there sat the form of the new body Elizabeth had taken on. But you knew that smug look of the woman sitting cross legged on the chair. Vera. Simply taunting with her smile*\n\n**How did it go?**" } ]