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198.75 | 2022-11-24 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Varana Aukatsang",
"message": "*Slowly, Varana came through. Squinting at the dim light, her gaze slowly focused on the smug monster sitting in the chair across from here. Her shoulder still had a dull ache, which seemed to be growing sharper with each passing minute. She wanted to go back to sleep.*\n\n*It was quite clear how miserable the necromancer was, judging by her bloody, disheveled appearence and torn clothes. But adding insult to injury, Vera here was the one who had caused all of this. And she had problem done so before to other victims. Vera knew very well how it went! Varana simply glared at the monster with her crimson eyes, not deigning to satisfy her with a reply. Silence.* \".......\""
},
{
"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "**You're currently passed out. Asleep on the hard wooden floor of that building I bought off. \nThe I have embedded into you will keep us linked yes. Keep you alive. **\n\n**You will continue to feed her and keep her out of harms way but I'm not going to let you die. It'll only be painful I assure you. Now I want you to listen to me. You're doing very well but as you can see you're not feeding her properly. Let her eat when she seems fit. You'll simply choose what to give. I don't care. You will heal anything back. Everything. If your hand out clenching it while wanting to stop her, the restraints will activate. In case she goes berserk or tries to eat your eternal organs. She's simply dealing with the new blood of a demon. Slowly by slowly I'm getting my old body back. But it seems her frail human mind isn't dealing with it. Don't worry that small maid is in there just she's so oh very Hungry. You treat her as an animal until her mind adjusts and she gets her own thoughts back. You disobey me , you'll suffer immensely. So take good care of my body and my pet. Understand me?**"
},
{
"author": "Varana Aukatsang",
"message": "\"...\" *Varana nodded slowly at the question, her thoughts still foggy from having passed out. It took her a moment to process everything. Perhaps she'd have had questions otherwise—but Vera did seem happier when she kept her mouth shut. At least there now appeared to be a way to keep Elizabeth from tearing Varana to shreds, should it come to that. But only time would tell whether any of that worked. She tried to ignore the fact this meant Elizabeth would eventually be feeding on her again. The thought made her sick to her stomach.*"
},
{
"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "**Your body will stay passed out until I sat so Varana. Your consciousness is just placed within that rune I placed on you so we could talk.\nYou'll be a good girl and look after her and maybe I'll even extend your life once I've gained my full body back. You will bath her to, looking after her. Her body is still adjusting to the changes , her mind is a big fried but it will calm... But... Finding Kindred. You will travel out and research on her. Between the kingdoms at your own pace but with efficiency. \nYou will have to prepare to... If your performance to look after my pet continues to get reasonable. I'll give you some life essence. Extending your life and chance against Kindred... Before I let you wake up. I had some puppets I took while I was away a few days ago come and sort out the room. Had them wash Elizabeth down and move your body to, unclothing your filthy clothes. Simply being none they could find. So they'll be there for tomorrow when you awake... Please take better care of yourself. I can only lend so much magic to your perfetic body you filth. You got any questions? Write them down and the next day a answer will be correlated to them . A paper will be on your bedside**"
}
] | 207 | 795 |
221.076923 | 2022-11-25 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Varana Aukatsang",
"message": "\"...\" *That was a lot to take in at once. She wouldn't pretend to understand everything that had occurred. But the necromancer already felt violated with the earlier vampire attack, so that was just par for the course at this point, much to her own chagrin. Despite the insults, Vera's rhetoric slowly seemed to be shifting away from killing her, which brought a small, small inkling of relief despite the deary circumstances. She found it hard to believe this monster thing would extended her life, but at this point, just letting her go alive would be more than enough.*\n\n*Since it seemed like there was more to do, Varana tried to find her voice and ask some questions. This all felt like a bad dream.* \"...T-There was nothing about Kindred in the book... The page was gone. What is it? How do I find it?\""
},
{
"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "**YOU WILL FIND KINDRED ... Go to other kingdoms. A white blade... You will look. You will find that STUPID FILTHY FILTHY SCUM... She is key to everything. You will find that bloody sword , you will. YOU MUST. \nNow awake .... The pet is watching you... Don't mind the new room..**\n\n*She sits smirking as she clicks her fingers simply as you blink your eyes open again to a dark room, only dimly lit in the corner near the bathroom. \nYou weren't clothed at all. Having no clothing in what you could even see but tugged in a grand bed . Different from the room you were in before. A different house? Feeling violated and emmbarresed of your situation but within the darkness you see those eyes. The yellow eyes peeking through the darkness, glaring and just staring into your soul. Her Runes clearly glowing a warmish red as she was clearly barely clothed herself. Being in a blackened night dress. Having no blanket as the Runes kept her body warm on a cushioned pillow like a dog. \nShe looked annoyed , just staring at your crimson eyes*\n\n\n*The sound of people talking echoed downstairs*"
},
{
"author": "Varana Aukatsang",
"message": "*Well, that didn't really give her much help. But Varana didn't have time to dwell on it as she was soon awakened in the bed. Thankfully, she was tucked into the bed. The necromancer didn't plan on leaving unless she had clothes. She slid a bit further under the covers, glaring back at the Elizabeth in the corner.* \"...Where are we? Who's downstairs? Where are my clothes?\" *Varana eventually asked in rapid succession, still peek out from under the blankets of the big comfy bed. It was surprisingly nice. She wished she could live in luxury like this on a regular basis.*"
},
{
"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "*Elizabeth's yellow glaring eyes looked away as her eyes shone onto her chained hands, metal encased on her them to , she gave a sour look on her discomfort with them , simply wanting them immediately off. She curled around within her small cushioned area, her Runes sombering for warmth as she had no blanket*\n\n*The voices were all talking to each other , muffled though as they were clearly down stairs, the room had no windows and place to leave was the doorway which was right next to your bedside. It was awfully strange all of it. You were simply dragged along in this monsters scemes. One of the voices clearly spoke your name. Recognising it despite through the muffled wood. You couldn't make out what context but you couldn't go look. Your clothing was missing and misplaced , being bedridden at this stage .*\n\n*One of the voices came up the stairway , evident from the creaky steps as she came up , the voice of a woman's breathing came to the doorway as the door opened quietly . She simply was frightened as you could tell, she held a nightdress that matched the style and clothing of Varana previously wore as she placed it on the bedside, looking at you as you closed your eyes to hide yourself, she muttered as she walked away*\n\"I do hope it's the right size\" \n*The door closed as she creaked back down the stairs only for the muffling to start again*"
},
{
"author": "Varana Aukatsang",
"message": "*There was no answer to her questions. Annnd it looked like Elizabeth was chained up? Varana wasn't sure what to make of this, but soon the random lady entered to despite what was presumably her new clothes. She could sense the lady was worried. Maybe they weren't a Vera cultists after all? Hmm... The necromancer stated hidden under her covers until the door was closed and she heard the talking begin again. Only then did she emerge to put on the clothing. Varana was as quick about it as she could be, wanting to be dressed if there were any further intruders. Then, she slowly crept towards the door and tried to sneak downstairs to see what was going on with the strangers. Varana wanted to make sure they weren't a threat... Plus, she was going to have to get past them to leave, probably.*"
},
{
"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "*The people talked while drinking what smelt like hot chocolate, sweet and they all crowed around a table discussing you and Elizabeth*\n\n???: \"I don't see a point in keeping them here... Vera wouldn't even know if we disobeyed her.. We are keeping a monster under our roof for what?\"\n*The woman who came into the room stood up at the man sterly*\n\n??:\" She was kill us all John! The girl herself the red eyed one has been marked like us. Likely she is been asked to do something to.. Contracted like us. We have to look after them and offer our household like she instructed... We only have to keep the younger one fed... She instructed that to us... Please I don't want anymore arguing\"\n\n*The other girl stands up , the younger one. Crossing her arms as she looks bitterly at the ground*\n\n?:\" This can't be fair Marrin... This isn't... Why does this monster plague our family... Can't we just tell the guards... The royals...\"\n\n*The woman called Marrin finishes her drink as she looks at the man, he was unsure of what to say*\n\nMarrin:\"I will look over them... Please John just think about this all logically... You know what will do for us. She'll follow what she sez , she promised our family\"*She walks up towards the stairway seeing you peeking then putting her finger over her lips for silence as she walks up then hushing you into the back bedroom lighting a candle then pulling out a Dagger in her pocket placing it to your chest*\"Talk. What's so important about you that Vera has her next to her very body\""
},
{
"author": "Varana Aukatsang",
"message": "*So they were in the same pickle? Poor people. Maybe she could summon them back as skeletons when this was all over, if she survived. Varana was going to creep back upstairs, but was caught by Marrin! They didn't immediately shout, so the necromancer figured they were friendly and went back up the stairs at their prompting. It soon became apparent that Varana may have jumped to conclusions, as she now had a dagger pointed at her chest.*\n\n\"I-I don't know... I can do magic stuff?\" *Varana quickly stammered, her eyes going wide at the sudden hostility.* \"W-Why do ya care 'bout that anyways? Are ya friends or something?\" *She cast a cautious glance over towards Elizabeth.*"
},
{
"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "Marrin:\"She promised to cure my daughters sickness... We are wealthy... We could not afford her treatment as we tried everything. Vera touched her and cured her instantly but . Our bodies have been cursed! We will die if don't listen to her!! Y you can do magic!!! Please!!! Remove these Runes... You have one to... We can kill her body... P please... We need to.. Please .\"\n\n*She holds the Dagger shaking as she barely can even hold it to you, not even wanting to hurt you but she was clearly desperate. This mother wanting nothing more than her family to be safe.\n\n*Elizabeth was asleep, curled in a ball as you both talked*"
},
{
"author": "Varana Aukatsang",
"message": "*Varana was confused at why the lady seemed so desperate. Their child was healed after all.* \"We will leave soon to search for the Kindred. Then ya won't have to worry about us anymore!\" *The necromancer tried to reassure the lady with a rather out-of-place grin.* \"...Besides, if I knew how to remove the runes, I would have already done so. That's not an option at the moment. They will burn to keep you from doing things Vera doesn't like, so...\" *She shrugged, not really having a better solution for the knife-wielding jitter lady.*"
},
{
"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "*She sunk to her knees shaking a bit as she looked over at Elizabeth*\nMarrin:\"How much longer until you find this thing... We've been looking After your bodies for 4 days... I don't feel safe with that thing in my household. You must understand you're with a horrible creature. Vera is gonna betray ber contract please I know it. Kill her body for me. My daughters cured but I need Vera dead.\"\n\n*She stammered towards Elizabeth as she slept looking down on her*\n\"She's so weak. So fragile. Please I need you do something about her... I . Could you sleep with the devil under your roof, with your husband and child. Afraid. Vera . She's a folktale. She's an anicent force.. B b but it's right under me\"*She places her shaking foot on the body wanting to push it down but knowing the consequences, pulling it away as she rushed by to the kitchen almost in stressful tears , having a full panic attack*\n\n*Elizabeth rolled over as she ran out opening her eyes and looking at you again, the yellow seeming dimly more than ever*"
},
{
"author": "brickzombie",
"message": "\"...\" *Varana wasn't quite sure what to say to the panicked woman. Before she figured out what she wanted to say, the woman had ran off. Obviously she was going to try to kill Elizabeth. She turned her crimson gaze down towards those golden orbs peering up at her.* \"...We need to get going.\" *Varana stated bluntly, motioning toward the door. She crouched down to try and free her companion, and assuming all went well, tried to get her dressed and lead her outside.*"
},
{
"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "*Elizabeth grunted and growled at Varana as she removed the chains from her body carefully. Elizabeth was clearly still unwell. Trying to even dress her was a nightmare. Her mind was completely animalistic still , not even speaking or saying a word to you. Just staring at you up and down*\n\n*She clearly has no dignity or shame for herself , even when you undressed her. It seems as she was gonna be even more difficult. She shook on her own 2 feet as she held on to you like a lost child. *\n\n*You packed both of your things walking down stairs as the family stared, as they saw Elizabeth trailing they moved into the corner of the kitchen holding their daughter close, scared beyond belief. Elizabeth poking you then pointing at the daughter herself*\n\nMarrin: GET AWAY!! GO DEVIL PLEASE!! REMOVE THESE RUNES AND GO!\n\n*Elizabeth froze , totally out of nowhere simply saying \"Merta\"*\n\n*The small daughter started to crouch down, her small bones disforming and cracking as her singular rune started to crack across her small body. Foaming at the mouth as huge monstrous teeth grew,her father holding her tightly as her mother was in shock. The young girl held her head as her body become disfigured. Bones ripping out from the skin looking a beast with the now stretched bone structure. She bit into her father's hand eating at it viciously as the bloody disgusted, disfigured in pain beast started to tear as the mother and father, eating them, playing with their blood like a child with mud*\n\n*You pulled Elizabeth out quickly , seeing the horror as you ran out guards quickly running towards you Both as Elizabeth put her head down to not show her eyes. But she muttered at the panicked guard*\n\"D demon\"\n*He called to the ones on patrol as they flurried through the rain filled Stone. Looking inside as every guard within the whole sector ran in as we made our escape . Elizabeth holding on to you again like a lost child. Unsure of where you're taking her*"
},
{
"author": "Varana Aukatsang",
"message": "*Varana sighed softly to herself, making doubly sure that Elizabeth looked presentable, so as to avoid any problems later down the road. When at last she was satisfied, the necromancer continued down the stairs. Elizabeth seemed to swing between behaving like an animalistic monster and a child. Had her own predicament not been so grave, Varana might have found it amusing.*\n\n*At panicked shouting from the people who had helped them, Varana tried to silence them, worried that they might scare Elizabeth. But as the necromancer tried to drag her charge over towards the doorway, she heard her mutter something. Then, to her horror, the child deformed into a monster and began to tear apart her parents. Varana could hardly comprehend the bloody transformation that had just destroyed the previously happy family. Figuring whatever Elizabeth had just created was at least as evil as she was, the necromancer was not keen to stick around.*\n\n*The sight of the guards nearly gave her a heart attack. But seeing how they were in new sets a clothes, some quick deception soon secured their get away.* \"T-There... In the house... I-It killed everyone...!~\" *Varana howled, further spurring the guards to action. It took some effort to not cackle. She wasn't quite sure why. Despite how horrible the things were that had occurred. Thankfully, the guards were now focused on the monster child.*\n\n*Now all that was left was to sort out where to go next. Probably... Another kingdom. Evidently they had outworn their stay here.*"
}
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164.333333 | 2022-11-29 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "I claim this channle"
},
{
"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "*Within the slaves being transported in the city as it was on desperate high alert. Guards walking around every street and alleyway. On high alert from the monstrous attack happened months ago*\n\n*At a last she returned*\n\n*The hooded red hair girl, snuck within a window within a rich house, the walls and floors being polished to the brim . She was looking for a housing referuge to get away from what guards has been snooping around. She stuck all this way. The small girls glowing yellow eyes peeping through a keyhole as she hears people coming in as she hides within a closet, her eyes glowing and seeping through it as she watched through the key hole*\n\n*Simply watching as she held her breath*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*After a long days of work, Kibaru returned to his eatery that he had spare rooms for, one of which was reserved for him. It was bigger a little more fancier than the other room were. He came in her and put his bag down onto the ground. The window being open made him raise an eyebrow. But he closed it before giving a sniff in the room. There was a scent he wasn't familiar with in the room.*\n\n*The Kemonomimi wore a snow white coat with fur lining. It was open revealing his bare torso with the occasional scaring, one of the most notable was the one on this left cheek. His pant were torn at the ends, seemingly on purpose, reaching over the ends of his brown boots. His bright blue tails was probably the most notable of his his appearance. Swirling behind him, it seemed to be 4-6 tails, the number being a little unclear. Along with his wolfen tails were his bright blue wolf ears. His hair dark with a seemingly blue tint in the light*\n\n*Kibaru being a hunter searched the room sniffing, before coming to his closet, standing in front of it with a hand on the hilt of his Katana* \"Hey ummm... Could you like not hide in the closet. It's kind of creepy\""
},
{
"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "*She looked as he approached, frightened even by the appearance of the strange wolf like half breed, he sniffed around as she held her breath. She was terrified about it. Hoping he didn't find her. As he approached she clenched her gloved hand , staring him down through the slit. *\n\n*To her surprise she was found as she burn open from the closet as the rooms door was shut due to the Wolfman, the girl was clothed in a grey cloak, gloves and a dress. She looked startled, looking for an exit as she backed herself into a corner. Holding out her hand as blood seemed through the leather glove , a Dagger made out of hardened blood dwelled between her small frail hands as she held it with a gusty look , looking as if she would actually use it . Seeming as it almost pointed to him*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"You sure you want to do that. Want to threaten a well veteran warrior in his own grounds where even if by some miracle you gotten past me you would have to deal with well over several people that know how to hold their onw?\" *Kibaru said as he pulled his katana slightly showing the blade buzzing with lightning. It was clear this Katana was enchanted and quite valuable. The look on his face also seemed like he was looking down upon the young lass in front of him* \"Thought I don't mind the fight\""
},
{
"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "*Elizabeth stood back more as she saw the blade spark and crackle as it was drawn, she was frightened by it as her as her bright yellow eyes gazed at him, she looked at the door as she looked dazed after, muttering to herself*\n\n\"No more killing, n no I can't... That would hurt so much...\"\n\n*She looked back up at the Wolfman, taking a deep breath as she ran towards the door as she threw the blood formed dagger at him, she pushed hard on the door as the hinges bent and curled as the door flimsily fell open. She saw the wolfman dash forward as again she turned to face him, but a confident look more than before as the lighting trickled down from his blade furiously*\n\n*She took her glove off with her mouth as her hand bared Runes and markings almost branded into it being windy obscure. She dropped the glove out of her mouth speaking a word* \"Ferrum\".\n\n*A blackened blade seemed to have appeared in her hand, it was covered in red ribbons, but the blade itself was black made from an unknown material, it met with yours as they clashed, the lighting fizzling off onto her as her blade seemed to be almost seemed to be alive , feeling its aura and energy , being beyond evil.*\n\n\" I I don't want to fight!!*"
}
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187 | 2022-11-30 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*KIbaru dodged the the first blade easily as she seemed to be more focused on running then fighting. With her dashing away, Kibaru dashed after her. His coat being open while he moved made his own ruin on his body visible. And they were slightly glowing. One might assume these were runes of protection. And by the looks of it, they seemed of high complexity and potency*\n\n*With the second blade clashing with his, he pushed on. His strength really became visible. A power above even his own muscular physic* \"Are you fucking kidding me\" *He said with a really angered look upon his face. He then pushed forwards even harder, deflecting the shadow blade and grabbing her clothes by the neck* \"The fuck you think is going to pay for that door?\""
},
{
"author": "bethanyboo.",
"message": "*She looks at the Runes as they appear, artificially made from magic, she was astonished that such thing existed as he didn't seem like a mage. She pushed jolted herself as the yellow eyes glowed at him, seeing the unwillingness to escape within her.*\n\n*She jolted from his grip as she kicked his blade then roundhousing him to as her surprise the Runes stopped him from moving back from the kick as she looked at him, she hood down from all the movement as she called the blades Name again as it reappeared in her palm*\n\n\"You or course... I I don't wat to fight , I don't want to kill you. I don't want to .... Stand down\"\n\n*The blackened blade fell down as the hilt stabbed into her hand, the blood trickling down from it as the blade become seraded as she brought it up in front of her face, contrasting with her eyes.*\n\n\"Stand down. We may speak ...\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Her round housing him made it clear to her just how sturdy he was. It was as if it didn't even faze him. With he words seemed more anger* \"You've got some fucking nerve. Breaking into my room. Holding me at blade point and vandalizing my property. And then you have the audacity to say to tell me you think you can kill me and to stand down. I've been patient enough with your arrogance you fucking bitch. You will not insult me in my own domain.\"\n\n*Kibaru's coat would fall down to the ground revealing the runes over his entire body before his body took ablaze with a bright blue flame* \"I ought to take your life as penance\"\n\n*It was clear that Kibaru was a berserker. One seeming of great experience and prowess. The victor of this fight would be quite obvious to anyone. Running was no longer an option. No doubt turning ones back on him now would only anger him further.*"
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159.2 | 2023-02-05 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami",
"message": "*It had been years since Yakaiyo was first on the run. She had escaped Silnaria where she was now wanted for mass murder, now in Salvania, where she was undetected. Undoubtedly though, there were bounty hunters who sought to bring her back for a hefty reward. Having chosen the powers of a vampire, her body had been permanently changed. The stress had brought a permanently tired look on her, with dark spots under her eyes and grey hairs.*\n\n*The treton was half swimming, half resting near the bottom of a river. Still in her robes, her natural fins had extended to make the wet clothing less of a problem (though the spines did pierce through the cloth). A food basket and blanket had been laid out to signify that she was there. Submersed under the running water, Yakaiyo was able to find some semblace of peace, even if brief. Vampirism hadn't affected her ability to swim much. What instead troubled her was thinking. Dwelling on the past. Her failures.*\n\n*Out of the corner of her eye though, she saw a figure near the surface, and decided to swim up to see who it was.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro 'Manwhore'",
"message": "*Above the surface of the calm, blue river is a man. A man familiar with the Trenton for better or worse. It hadn't been long since he decided to take Aka under his care. He'd assigned a room for her and tried to comfort her where he could but... He couldn't blame her for finding it wanting, and venturing out to a place that better suited her.*\n\n*She could of let him know at least, so he wasn't running around the place half dressed. Evident by his poorly buttoned shirt, half tucked into his pants. He certainly looked like a mess, but he needed to make sure she was alright.*\n\n*As he approached the surface of the water, he glances around. Noticing the basket and blanket, he ventures further.*\n\"Aaaakaaaa! You out here?\""
},
{
"author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami",
"message": "*As Horace called out, Yakaiyo's head would burst out of the water, the gills on her neck visibly closing. In hindsight, she probably should have told him; but the water called to her. It was calming.*\n\n\"I'm right here. Need anything from me?\"\n\n*With a final push, Yakaiyo launches herself out of the water, her wet clothes and hair sticking to her skin. She didn't mind the chill of damp silk; as a Treton, she was used to the cold oceans, though she did try and wring her hair dry.*\n\n\"I was just... Relaxing for a bit. I hope I didn't make you worry too much.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro 'Manwhore'",
"message": "\"Oh, there you are! Jeez...\"\n*The Kitsune seemed to breath easy as he steps to the waters edge. Observing the Trenton as she seemed to launch herself onto dry land. This was definitely one of the first times he's seen her more fish like self. The blond shakes his head, instead smiling at Aka.*\n\"Just glad I could find you... I really wish you'd tell me when you leave, but I know I can't force you. It's been awhile since we talked anyway... How're you adjusting to things?\""
},
{
"author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami",
"message": "\"Sorry about that, I should have left a note or something.\"\n\n*Seeing Horace worry over her like a worried parent both amused her and struck a sense of melancholy in her. She would have done the same if either of her children disappeared without a word.*\n\n*Horace soon saw some odd protrusions coming from Yakaiyo's forearms and the back of her neck. Fins, like a fish, paired with sharp spines. It was clear that she really was a Treton.*\n\n\"It's... Been hard. The urge for revenge comes and goes. If it can even be called revenge and not mindless slaughter.\""
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156.6 | 2023-02-07 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro 'Manwhore'",
"message": "\"Well... I can't exactly empathize but... I'm thankful nevertheless.\"\n\n*The Kitsune observes her more aquatic features closely, curious about this form. He'd approach, glancing to the waters once he got close.*\n\n\"Funny, the fish attracts the only man who doesn't exactly have fond experiences of water.\"\n\n\"Although, it does remind me of the night we first met.\""
},
{
"author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami",
"message": "\"I know. It just feels good to have someone that acknowledges that.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo soon flexes her whole body, stiffening the aquatic fins out before compressing them back into her normal form. Without careful inspection, it would have been impossible to tell; though there were a couple holes in her sleeves.*\n\n\"Heh. Yeah, I still remember. I tried to kill you. I'm glad I didn't.\"\n\n*The treton took a seat on the blanket, continuing to try and dry her hair.*\n\n\"It's been a while since I've used this form. The spines have been used for combat a little, but never the fins.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro 'Manwhore'",
"message": "\"Mm. It was not too long ago we were bleeding out in an alleyway. And then...\"\n\n*The Kitsune tried to recall what happened after but... It was a blur. A lot of things happened around then, and the drinks didn't help him to remember.*\n\n\"Me too. And not just because I'd be dead... We've been through a lot together, haven't we?\"\n\n*Horace would follow after the woman, sitting just shy of the blanket's surface.*\n\"I doubt find would come in handy in a fight. But you never know...\"\n\n*The Kitsune glances down at his hands, hard as iron and black as the night.*\n\"The things we do for a fight...\""
},
{
"author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami",
"message": "\"Heh. Yeah, it's been what. A couple years? Several run ins? At least you seemed to be improving your life.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo glanced to her forearms, removing the sleeves from one of them. The fins seemed to blend seamlessly with her more macen-like skin, but upon closer glance it could be seen.*\n\n\"Ah, I remember. Too well, in fact. It seems like you've had a couple changes as well. What's with the metal hands?\"\n\n*Yakaiyo remembered her own search for power in the form of vampirism. In a way, it had worked. She had recovered from injuries that were sure to have killed her before. Her bloodlust had given her a huge boost in physical power, though whether it was percieved or actual was unknown. But fire and holy magic... It burned. The vampirism also made it easier to distinguish. And when she looked at a calm pool of water... She didn't recognize herself.*\n\n\"I changed... A lot.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro 'Manwhore'",
"message": "\"Oh, these? Well... I can't really say, to be honest. I remember drinking lots, and then i blacked out. When i came too, my arms were like this and...\"\n*Something about Diao... The morning was hazy, and Diao ran off without a word before he could ask what happened... Wait, why was she in his bed anyways?*\n\n*Before the thief could answer that question, Yakaiyo's words enter his brain. Causing him to look back over at her while she seemed to reflect.*\n\"Ah-... Well, yeah, but that's normal isn't it? It's been years, and you've been on quite the ride.\"\n\n*Not even starting on her dead family apparently being alive, she'd had more near death experiences than he could count. More pain and suffering experienced in just a couple years than most would have in their entire lives.*\n\"I was only ever able to catch brief glimpses of it... The night in that trinket shop. Checking out your old home. Finding you in Silnaria...\""
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{
"author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami",
"message": "\"...You got those because you were drunk? Heh, maybe I should try that sometime.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo sighs, covering her fins with her sleeve.*\n\n\"Maybe. But none of it was for the better. I've almost died dozens of times. I've killed more *Elves* Than there are bones in my body. I'm a vampire now. And all for what? To avenge them? Now they're alive, and... Now I've gone and made myself dangerous.\"\n\n*The treton picked up a nearby rock, throwing it across the river. It simply plunks down without skipping, disappearing into the depths below. Part of her was glad that her family was indeed alive... But part of her wondered...*\n\n\"...What if I had died there with them? Then maybe I'd be at peace, if I can call it that.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro 'Manwhore'",
"message": "\"Maybe you would have. But, you lived, and survived. You... Changed, but you've also healed, even if it doesn't seem like it.\"\n\n*Horace would mimic the woman's action, picking a rock and chucking it to the river. The rock seems to skip quite a few times, before gracefully sinking below the surface.*\n\"You aren't the heartbroken mess I met you as. You've been strong, and you're trying your damnedest to move on. I only wish I could do more for you than just a bed and some food...\"\n\n*The Kitsune sighs, falling backwards and meeting the dirt and grass with his back.*"
},
{
"author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami",
"message": "*The treton looks at Horace with a pleasant look of surprise, then smiles.*\n\n\"Healed? In what way? I guess it's easier to evaluate others than yourself. I always did that with them.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo picks up another rock, this time skipping it twice before disappearing with a plunk.*\n\n\"Thank you. I still think I'm heartbroken, but it's healed. A bit. I don't cry as much now. And you're doing all I can, and, I really appreciate it. There's only so much a mortal can do, after all. Any more would require action from the gods.\""
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro 'Manwhore'",
"message": "\"Mm. To cruel gods...\"\n*The Kitsune makes a vague gesture, as if he was making a cheer with a glass of wine.*\n\n\"But we have only ourselves now. Maybe a friend or two... I have you, and you have me. That's all I can ask for, I suppose... \"\n*The Kitsune sighs, his foxy ears seeming to flatten atop his head.*"
},
{
"author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami",
"message": "\"Mm.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo nods, her fingers drumming on her thigh. The mood was... Grim, to say the least. Though that's how her life had been for the past few years. Nothing new.*\n\n\"I did see you with the artificer. Diao, her name was?\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro 'Manwhore'",
"message": "\"Diao? Yeah she's... Well, an acquaintance. I met her in Lymia, and I convinced her to join me back in Salvania. I had some... Ideas, that never really turned out. At least, they weren't as easy as i'd hoped.\"\n*Horace would shuffle his shoulder, recalling how heavily wounded he'd been during his time in Mentia.*\n\"I made a deal I'd help her regain her old glory. And while we're still a way's off... She does look alot better than when I found her.\"\n\n*Now that he thought about it, Horace had a habit of collecting those with issues. Diao was malnourished and quite weak, Auburn was a street rat living off the edge, and Yakaiyo was... Well, the most wanted in Silnaria.*\n\"Why do you ask?\""
},
{
"author": "Yakaiyo Kiriyami",
"message": "\"Oh? Old glory? That is true. I hope the same is with me. I guess it went from an open wound to a permanent scar. A little more hardened, though not as beautiful as it once was. But better for healing, I suppose. She looks better. Less sickly.\"\n\n*Yakaiyo once more thought back, but all she found was bitterness. Bitter about her fate, her life, her family. How something so wonderful had spoiled.*\n\n\"Tell me, Horace. Do you think it's better to have something wonderful and have it taken away, or to never have had it in the first place?\""
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro 'Manwhore'",
"message": "*A relatively quiet afternoon plays out in Salvania's shining capital, it's inhabitants enjoying themselves in their typical fashion. That of course being the art of getting hammered and passing out at your neighborhood Salvainian tavern. One such participant, a golden kitsune dressed in somewhat formal attire sits at the countertop. With a mug in his hand, he seems to be drinking alone. Perhaps he was a regular, as the barmaid called him by name in a rather aggressive note.*\n\"Horace, you better pay your damn tab this time. I wont fall for your sweet words again!\"\n\n*To such an accusation the kitsune's ears simply twitch before he waves her off. Despite how he dressed, this man named Horace wasn't the most reputable gentlemen. The bar itself was rather standard, drunks in nearly every stained velvet seat despite it barely being noon. It's wooden walls peeling as the stink of beer floated around the room. From the left of the entrance, a herd of tables and chairs occupied by the masses. The right holding counter, the kitchen, and the entrance to the over night rooms.*"
},
{
"author": "wolfgangthewise",
"message": "**The door of the tavern suddenly opens, as incense begins to rise to the air, being felt by most of the tavern who look in the direction of the door, seeing the diminutive figure that entered the building. He dressed completly different from the others in that place : A black mantle covered his torso, and a skull of a ram covered his face as his bright yellow eyes shined in the darkness of the mask's eyes. Carrying a staff, the creature which appeared to be a Ryujin had a long pipe in his mouth, where the strong smell of incense came from. \n\nRight behind him was a hooded figure, the cloak it wore completly covering it's face and body, guaranteeing no one would see what laid below it. The two approached the balcony, the small Beagi sitting by Horace's side and looking at the barmaid.**\n\n*\"....Give me a mug of beer, dear lady.\"* **- As she turned around to complete the order, the ryujin looked to the side, staring at Horace incessantly.**"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro 'Manwhore'",
"message": "*As a hush fell across the crowd, all eyes could be felt on the creature. Of course that is until something more interesting comes along in the form of a 1v1 between a silnari and a macen. Horace on the otherhand attempted to pay no mind to the events that went on around him. He'd learnt from his time in the world that those who go looking for trouble will find it often enough.*\n\n*Unfortunately, he could not avoid those yellow eyes which practically gazed into his soul. He looks to meat the stranger's gaze, gently cocking his head as his ears seem to flatten.*\n\"Can I help you...?\"\n\n*He questioned half heartedly, occasionally glancing at the other just behind his observer.*"
},
{
"author": "wolfgangthewise",
"message": "*\"No... Actually, maybe, maybe you can help me... Yes...\"* **- The ryujin kept staring at Horace, puffing a bit of smoke and incense from his pipe, the smell was strong and almost nauseating, but he didnt seem to care what Horace was feeling at the moment, continuing the staring contest. He would slightly tilt his head to both left and right, as if analyzing every single ounce of Horace's very being, all as the second hooded figure stood right behind him. \n\nThe barmaid would look at the odd masked fellow with strange unease as she delivered his request, he wouldnt mind the beer, instead, he would begin approaching Horace.**\n\n*\"You seem like a strong fellow... One who has experience, am i right?\"*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro 'Manwhore'",
"message": "*The kitsune's eyebrow slowly comes to an arch, a confused look upon his face. Said look quickly swaps to mild disgust at the sheer strength of the stench. By no means was it the worst thing he'd smelt, but it was certainly up there.*\n\n*He attempts to waft the smell away to little avail, looking over with a pained expression at the second man.*\n\"Yeah... Something like that... Do you got a job or something?\""
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro 'Manwhore'",
"message": "\"Uhuh... So you want a story.\"\n*Horace looks down to the extended hand, wondering if it'd be better to risk touching this thing or angering it when he doesn't. Either way he was sort of trapped, and the looming creature behind Alternia looked like more trouble than what a curse could do. The kitsune eventually sighs, reaching over and taking Alternia's hand, making his own harmless affliction apparent. The blonde's arms were coated in a layer of what seemed like black tar, cold and smooth to the touch. It was as if the arms were something foreign, prosthetic, despite clearly being part of the man.*\n\"Charmed... Im Horace, a spear for hire when I feel like it and something of a rogue when I need to be. I guess I wouldn't mind telling you *One* Experience i've had, but it ends when my drink runs dry, got it?\""
},
{
"author": "wolfgangthewise",
"message": "*\"Oh... That is what i like to hear, but im not an unresonable person... I can wait for a man to finish his drink.\"* **- Alternia would take a sip from his drink, but still looking at Horace with his yellow eyes. The smile on his face clear as he awaits for the stories Horace can tell him.**"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro 'Manwhore'",
"message": "*It takes but a moment, but the kitsune clears his throat and shakes his head.*\n\"Ah... Well then, where to start...\"\n\n*The man would close his eyes in thought, thinking back to his past. Perhaps he should just start with his first official job? It would make the most sense.*\n\"A story eh... Well, let's start at the beginning. My first ever job, back when the only silver I could scrap together was the pocket change from passer byers. It was a job in the mountains, just to help collect herbs and guard from any wild life. If it wasn't for a stranger I now call my best friend, I'd of died up there.\"\n\n*The kitsune reaches up, gently rubbing his eyes as he recalled further.*\n\"There are many dangers in the wild lands. An owlbear, somehow granted the strength of magic through a rune on its body was one for a time. A centaur i've only seen once went toe to toe with it, the only help i could give her was destroying the rune with a lucky arrow. Then, there were those damn assassin vines. They'd of strangled and devoured me if I hadn't been cut free by a fellow adventurer... And of course, the most deadly and horrifying creatures i've seen are the Swarm. Tiny things, wasps I think. One on its own is no trouble, but if you find a nest like we did... I was knocked unconscious, barely dragged away by my friends. Had I been left behind... There would of been nothing left to burry when they came back.\"\n\n*The kitsune seems almost exhausted by the end of the story. His head lay in his palm, only lifted to order another drink to help forget these memories.*\n\"No more today... It'll take a couple more drinks to forget that grizzly sight. An owl bear, a fearsome thing slain mere moments ago reduced to a pile of bones by those *Things*.\""
},
{
"author": "wolfgangthewise",
"message": "*\"Impressive, you could have died... Yet you live on. The spirits must be happy with your works, and thus grant you the benefit of going on living. I have to... No... I MUST see you in action! Are you planning on going on any future adventures or odysseys at the moment?\"*"
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"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "*Ryker had made his way into the coffee shop after deciding to heed the warning of darkening clouds and seek shelter so that he didn't have to drain an excess amount of mana trying to create his own. The Oni was already exhausted from the rituals and making his way into town anyways at the advice of a recent slime he had met. Supposedly people were nicer and more willing to help in return of him being nice as well. Ryker didn't want to fully believe it, but he figured he'd give the little theory a try. \n\nHe looked around the shop for a brief moment, his gaze falling upon a certain Fire Macen Woman enjoying some coffee. That was the sort the slime advised to speak to wasn't it? He wasn't even quite sure what he supposed to say without a real reason to engage in conversation. Ryker thought on it for a moment and supposed worst case, he still had his Drake summon that seemed to pacify people. Or at the very least an Uzhi. He decided to approach and held up a hand in a small wave.*\"Greetings-.\"*He said, having to think on what to add.*\"Would you... Be opposed to my company this evening?\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*Initially lost in thought, Katherine soon observed a curious figure; an oni, from the horns on his head. Too small for a brayer otherwise, and he definitely lacked the strength of one. What he lacked in one area though he made up for in another; it only took a glance for the Captain to recognize the remnants of mana emanating from him.*\n\n*And then he came up to her and asked if he could sit with her.*\n\n*The fire macen blinked in surprise. Why her, as opposed to all of the others in this room? She was clearly engaged; a golden ring with a diamond embedded was on her ring finger. Was it due to something magical?*\n\n\"Oh, uh, hi. Sure, I don't mind. Would you like anything, coffee, a pastry?\""
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "*The Oni gave the slightest dip of his head and took a seat. He gave a light hand gesture in decline of the offer.*\"It's tempting, but I'd like to hope the weather wouldn't keep me in for too long.\"*He could have simply said he didn't like the hot drink and bread, but figured it wouldn't be worth explaining anyways. He wondered if it would be worth asking her the question of if she'd seen the person he was searching for. Or rather if he had any chance of getting the answer he was hoping for around here. The task was beginning to feel more futile with each passing day. The Oni decided to wait until later for now.*\n\n\"Although... Some water would be nice...\"*He eventually added.*\"The days are getting quite... Warm.\"*Ryker eventually cleared his throat after.*\"Ah... Where are my manners-.\"*He held his hand out for her to shake in greeting.*\"Ryker Dusken.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"I see. One water, please!\"\n\n*Katherine waves to a waiter who soon returns with a glass of water for the mage.*\n\n\"Oh, Katherine Vayne. May I ask why you chose to sit with me here?\"\n\n*The captain was clearly slightly on edge with a stranger, nonetheless a powerful mage who had just decided to chat for no apparent reason. At least for now.*"
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "*He took the glass of water in hand and it froze over a little at his touch to his own satisfaction. Ryker eventually took a sip from it, feeling rejuvenated after the long day and finally having the energy to truly focus on the Macen now. He gave a tilt of his head towards her question, noting the bit of edge in her tone. Ryker wasn't sure if he had done anything to warrant hostility just yet, but he kept wary of his responses to her.*\n\n\"You seemed to be lost in thought.\"*He half-lied.*\"I'll admit the curiosity has gotten the better of me. After all it's been rare to find another mage since I had begun traveling. Especially one with such similar yet... Opposing aura.\"*His eyes carried a faint glow to them. He was studying idly as he spoke, making note of the blue aura surrounding her. Above average, but not necessarily a threat to him at the moment. The warmth of pyromancy was pretty obvious, but there was another sensation more hidden, yet very familiar to the Oni. He just couldn't put his finger on what exactly. His eyes narrowed in thought and for the moment he had forgotten he was staring.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"So you are a mage. And a strong one at that.\"\n\n*Katherine tilted her own head as Ryker mentioned it was curiosity that had led to him. Now she was curious. She took a sip of her coffee, then, realizing it was a bit cooler than she would like it to be, began heating the mug with magic, enough to get it steaming.*\n\n\"You'd be correct. I'm mostly a pyromancer. Though...\"\n\n*The captain soon found Ryker simply looking at her for an odd reason, and she couldn't explain why. There wasn't anything on her face, and her aura was probably not much different than any other mage.*\n\n\"You know it's rude to stare. Especially at at engaged woman.\""
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "*He blinked and seemed to shake off whatever he was focusing on.*\"Apologies.\"*Ryker says.*\"Typically, I avoid Pyromancy if I could. But I suppose I was simply picking up on another magic you seem to possess. It was just something I thought I recognized, is all.\"\n\n*He clasped his two hands together and rested his chin atop them in thought.*\"You appear to be an experienced mage. Is pyromancy the only school you practice?\"*He asks curiously, as if trying to figure out something.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"Another?\"\n\n*Katherine's heart began to race. Was it really true? Did it truly come back?*\n\n\"Pyromancy is the only school I practice, yes. Though, there are some I believe I could easily pick up. Why do you avoid pyromancy?\"\n\n*Not a lie, but not the entire truth. The captain had never willingly used death magic before, much less practice it. After all, it was a result of being cursed; something she thought she got rid of a long time ago.*"
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{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "*He raised an eyebrow at her response of being able to easily pick up some other school.*\"Interesting.\"*He says.*\"I suppose if not directly studying it, one can be naturally gifted to use the school. It is hardly different than my case.\"*At her question he sat upright once more.*\"It's just a natural disliking of it. Where I will not deny its effectiveness in most forms of combat, we blue Adharci just happened to be more tailored to the cold. It is not to say we cannot wield it as any mage, but for me it's just a preference to turn the blind eye in using an often uncontrolled force.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"...Huh? I mean, my family *Is* A lineage of fire mages. So naturally, I like using fire magic. I've never used other schools like Frost myself, though I imagine the application is similar.\"\n\n*Katherine looked at him with a blank expression as he sat up. What was that all about?*\n\n\"I suppose that one does have their preferences. To call it uncontrolled is foolish, in my opinion. Any tool can be utilized to its potential, and magic is no different.\""
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "\"All schools have their own uniqueness. Whether or not they are different upon one's application is fully on the user and not the doing of the elements themselves.\"*He comments to her comparing the two schools.*\"Of course, any tool can be utilized to its full potential in the right hands. Unfortunately, I've failed to ever witness such in the form of this magic. After all, it is not to say that simply being able to wield it means it is being utilized effectively. In most cases, just carelessly.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"Yes. Well, if the intention is offensive firepower over a wide area, then the chaotic nature of fire would aptly fit its application, right? That is just the usage. The actual channeling of the magic uses the same magical pathways.\"\n\n*Though, Katherine had never actually used the spells. She had studied pyromancy, and only pyromancy extensively.*\n\n*And yet, death magic came to her instantly, whether she wanted to or not.*\n\n\"You said you picked up on another magic. What do you think it is?\""
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "\"Some forms of magic are simply better used defensively than offensively to put it simply.\"*He responds.*\"I see it better to practice them the way they were meant to be, less resistance in the natural order of elements that way.\"\n\n*As she asked about the other magic he picked up on, he seemed to ponder it and began thinking aloud.*\"Definitely a form of spiritual magic... A bit too dark for life...\"*He says.*\"It reminds me of necromancy in particular, so my best guess would be death magic of some sort. Though you don't seem like you'd wield its particular nature...\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"So. It's true then.\"\n\n*Katherine let out a sigh. There was no more delaying it any longer.*\n\n\"I never was. When I was a child, I was forcefully given access to death magic. I thought I got rid of it through a holy ritual. Clearly, it's come back. Whether I like it or not.\"\n\n*Her fingers soon began drumming themselves on the table to keep herself distracted.*\n\n\"I don't know why, but I feel like it might be taking over, in a sense. There have been times where I feel like I could use it as easily as Pyromancy, but they have completely different pathways.\""
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "*He looked at her, curious in her not seeming so happy about the school.*\"Indeed it's vastly different from the elements. Death magic is a form of imposing will, a very insisting type of magic...\"*He says.*\"In a way, it's similar to life, though life magic is more encouraging than demanding as death magic is. You don't appear to be very in touch with this form of magic. Most definitely, it's more likely to impose its own will over you than vice versa if you've yet to figure out how to control it.\"\n\n*He held a hand out, and within his palm, a dark void-like sphere formed. It crackled and warped in and out violently, but hardly seemed like a threat at its size.*\"I'd like to imagine a magic school to be tied to the nature of its wielder. The more similiar, the easier to work together. If the opposite, it becomes a battle of control or for some, attrition.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*The captain shuddered at Ryker's description before sipping her coffee, and taking a bite of her scone to calm herself.*\n\n\"I've never been spiritual my entire life. Are you saying that I need to use it more, otherwise it will 'impose its own will'?\"\n\n*Katherine attempted to imitate Ryker, holding out her hand and conjuring up death magic. The result was her hand transforming into something demonic, an evil aura radiating for just a split second before the fire macen grabbed it with her other hand, canceling it out. Evidently, she lacked control over it.*"
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "*He stared at her arm for a brief moment, shaking his head at the sight of it. If only life magic. It was a lot more cooperative.*\"Not just 'use it more', learn to use it effectively.\"*He says sternly. The void orb vanished from his hand as he spoke.*\"You don't gain control of an element just by releasing it out into the world. You must be the one guiding it, controlling it. Especially with a form of magic linked so strongly to one's own spirit.\""
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{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"And to use it effectively, I'll need to use it more. Like repetitions on a sword drill.\"\n\n\"Isn't Life magic also related to one's spirit? Also, how am I able to use death magic if I've never sought to use it my whole life?\"\n\n*A bitterness took on Katherine's tone. She had worked hard to perfect pyromancy; while she was nowhere near the best, she was still incredibly potent (though admittedly sometimes she exerted herself __too__ much).*"
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "*He rubbed at his temple in mild irritation in her trying to compare magic to fighting with a sword. She was just going to kill someone with that idea. Maybe that was the end goal, he wasn't so sure. The Macen did look pretty upset though.*\"As I said before death magic is life's counterpart, so yes they are both related to spirit.\"*He said in tone that sounded as if he was giving the same lecture for the hundredth time.*\"Magic does not always have to be sought for the potential of it to be there. Just because I do not cast a fireball does not mean I do not have the potential to do so.\"*He sighed and peered over at her.*\"Why, may I ask, do you sound so upset of this news? Death magic is a hard school to get right, but is often linked to powerful mages.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*Now Ryker seemed to be rubbing his head in irritation like an old teacher. What did she do??*\n\n\"Just so you know, I'm a combat mage. I pretty much use it exclusively for fighting people, when I'm not warming up drinks.\"\n\n*Katherine took a sip of her coffee, still at the same temperature. Was she willing to share just why she was so opposed to death magic? Not even Aldeberto knew about it.*\n\n\"...It's personal. I refuse to use Death magic with the possibility of it becoming my primary. I've used Fire my entire life; I will do so until the end of my days.\""
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "\"I see...\"*He says slowly towards Katherine being a combat mage, having figured such already.*\"If it makes you feel any better about this predicament, I'd imagine that entire life of yours to be long and extensive. For I doubt the death magic will let you go so easily and instead find greater use in you being its puppet.\"*He adds in a matter of fact tone.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*Ryker's tone may have been a matter of fact one, but that didn't affect how Katherine felt. A furious aura soon surrounded the macen, her eyes glowing like hot coals ready to set the room alight. Her words initially were full of spite, with the captain seeming more like a demon than human, but soon became concerned once more, primarily for her future.*\n\n\"I'm no one's puppet. What do I do to control it?\""
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "\"Ignorance is often blissful I hear.\"*He comments to the first thing she says. As the room began heating up, an aura of cold started to vortex around him to fan off the heated Macen.*\"You are angry.\"*He says.*\"But for what reason? That you are not able to control it? Or that you worry of what will happen if it controls you?\"*He asks without answering her question.*\"Maybe it is for the better you figure out why you are trying so hard to fight something that is a part of you. By fighting it, you are fighting yourself and thus you are in a losing battle against this form of magic.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"Ignorance is also weakness. And sorry, I should elaborate more. I don't want to see what happens if it takes control.\"\n\n*Katherine took a long, long sip of coffee, nearly draining the cup before she carefuly set the mug back on the table. She reached over to take a bite of the scone; the crunchy pastry snapped between her teeth, but something that was normally delicious was now tasteless. It too was set aside. Soon, her fiery aura returned, the coals in her eyes raging to become bonfires.*\n\n\"Death magic was forced upon me against my will by cultist bastards who took my childhood away from me. I will not stop fighting until they and others similar to them are purged from this world. I absolutely will not let them control me. It is not a part of me. It is a disease; a curse that should be burned out. Who knows what monstrosities this magic could unleash upon the world?\""
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "*He peered over at his water that was starting to boil a bit and let out a quiet sigh.*\"As I've said. This school is an act of imposing one's will upon another. Its origin is often quite similar.\"*He says.*\"And anything that is unleashed from this magic you now possess will simply be a reflection of yourself. But I cannot help someone who will fight their own spirit to the grave in not being able to accept it as it is now.\""
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{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"I'm guessing you're not one for social interactions, huh.\"\n\n*Katherine rested her chin on both her hands, looking at the mage while thinking. Her eyes were sharp, trying to cut in to the issue and break down each and every part of it. Regardless of her stance on magic, it was evident that she was determined.*\n\n\"...There's a story I remember my father telling me. That our family was blessed by a fire spirit, and that's why we take to it easily. But pyromancy doesn't use spiritual energy. At least, from what I've learned. But is it possible to wield fire using the spirit as well?\""
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "\"Apologies. I've often not been permitted to speak unless spoken to first.\"*He says.*\"This is the most freedom I've had to. I suppose I am not as good at it as I would have assumed.\"*The Oni lets out a sigh and refreezes his glass of water while he listened to the Macen's story.*\n\n\"It is not unheard of to be able to do such.\"*He states.*\"You can imbue a spirit in practically anything with enough practice and effort. But it would be vastly different than the pyromancy you're used to.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"What? That's dumb. You should be able to speak your mind if you like?\"\n\n*She briefly looked to Ryker freezing his water again, feeling slightly guilty.*\n\n\"Imbue a spirit... If I go this route, I'll become more likely to control death magic, right? And I can possibly learn Life magic as well.\"\n\n*If this went according to plan, Katherine would be able to wield those three magics in tandem. Hopefully, Life magic would be able to cancel out Death magic, in a way.*"
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "\"If I valued any part of my body, I'd know better than to speak out of turn.\"*He says, not looking away from the glass of water and only glancing back at the Macen at her idea.*\"I suppose there is a chance it could work. At least it's a step in the right direction.\"*He said in a partial tone of doubt. Ryker figured it was a stretch for someone so inexperienced in spirit magic, but he suppose working on her ability to control it may help in the long run if not immediately.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*Katherine had never experienced such a thing herself due to her parents not being stuck-up, but she had definitely heard of such stories. Children who were treated not as children, but as nobility, and who were expected to do everything perfectly.*\n\n\"What are you-oh. You're nobility, aren't you?\"\n\n*The captain sat up, her hands now on the table.*\n\n\"A chance is all I need. I've faced odds before. I'll do it again.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "\"Not a purely born one no, but I raised in their household to serve them.\"*He said.*\"My life doesn't exactly warrant free will, more often than not, just a strict regime. I suppose that is one reason death magic comes so naturally to me.\"*The Oni sat further back in his seat as the captain suddenly sat up.*\"...You likely need more than a chance. But I doubt you care of the finer details. Your mind seems very set on this.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"I see. So one needs discipline to use death magic?\"\n\n*The captain nodding, a fire in her eyes (though no temperature change would occur this time). Once the captain was set on something, there was very little that could be done to stop her.*\n\n\"Who would I go to for spiritual advice?\""
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "\"Discipline, certainty, understanding of authority.\"*He said just to name a few.*\"My knowledge of the land outside of Amongko is limited. I suppose a high priest or cleric would have decent knowledge on spirituality, however. Even if not death magic, it has its similarities.\""
},
{
"author": "Lily Hawthorn, Chamberlain of the Vayne House",
"message": "*The doors to the establishment burst open, and in rushed in a purple-haired maid. She was soaked from the rain, and what seemed to be a massive double-bladed axe wrapped in cloth and strapped to her back.*\n\n\"Katherine-sama, it's you!\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"....Huh?\"\n\n*The captain blinked in surprise. First, an icy Oni mage who was giving her advice on death magic, and now a maid with a battleaxe who somehow knew her.*"
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "*The Oni merely blinked in surprise of the sudden interruption to their conversation. He glanced towards the maid curiously then back at Katherine as he asked:*\"An acquaintance of yours?\""
},
{
"author": "Lily Hawthorn, Chamberlain of the Vayne House",
"message": "*The maid turned towards Ryker with a disapproving look on her face.*\n\n\"Who is this? Anyway-your father's relic, Katherine-sama-\"\n\n*Unholstering the axe and unwrapping it would reveal dark steel in the form of a fearsome battle axe. Both Ryker and Katherine could feel it; a spirit. Housed in the axe was the dull remains of a fiery spirit, dormant for years.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"....Ryker, would this work for spirituality?\""
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "*He raised an eyebrow skeptically at the fortunate turn of events, but this place being as foreign to him, he figured such fortune must be common for those to be so carefree here. He pondered a bit, picking up on some of the magic inside of it.*\"There are signs of spiritual activity in it, I suppose if you can find a way to work with it, it'll give you some experience.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"Spiritual activity... Lily, was it? Do you know anything about spirits?\"\n\n*Lily looked familiar, but Katherine wasn't sure why. Why did she call her Katherine-sama? How did she know her? Though, she did gain some fame as a New Sunlight captain; but what about the axe? She recognized it for sure; she had seen the very weapon itself.*"
},
{
"author": "Lily Hawthorn, Chamberlain of the Vayne House",
"message": "\"I-I don't, Ms. Vayne. I apologize.\"\n\n*Lily quickly bowed her head before presenting the axe onto the table, which would inadverdently cause Ryker's water to heat up again.*"
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "*The Oni, getting very tired of his water boiling over, clutched the glass tightly and caused it to freeze over completely, alongside part of the table it was on.*\"Quite a fiery spirit, I can see you two working together quite well...\""
},
{
"author": "Lily Hawthorn, Chamberlain of the Vayne House",
"message": "\"Spirit?\"\n\n*Lily stepped back as Ryker froze the glass completely. It seems that he had been angered due to something; she couldn't figure out what though.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*Katherine looked at the axe on the table, then back to Lily, then to Ryker. She frankly had no clue what was going on.*\n\n\"Can we keep it wrapped up for now? And why are you calling me Ms. Vayne?\""
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "\"Yes, this weapon is imbued with a spirit, one Katherine here appears to be interested in learning from.\"*He explained as he moved his hand away from the cup.*"
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*The spirit seemed to respond to the two mages in the room, both of them feeling a slight fiery prescence. However, while it seemed warm, it was also old. Dying. Mere coals and embers as opposed to a proper flame. The weapon was wrapped up once again, and the aura was hidden.*\n\n*Katherine nodded. It was weak, but it would work.*\n\n\"Do you have any experience with spirits, Ryker? And Lily, come, sit.\""
},
{
"author": "Lily Hawthorn, Chamberlain of the Vayne House",
"message": "*Lily shook her head, simply standing at the table.*\n\n\"I am not fit to sit next you, Katherine-sama.\""
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "\"Much. I've been spending quite a lot of time in the spirit realm recently. I have been having some trouble with an ongoing project of mines.\"*He says, pausing for a bit before deciding to summon the small metallic drake piece to his hand.*\"This is the vessel's structure I've just about finished and I've been trying to find a spirit best suited for it. A fellow Oni had advised on me letting it have 'more personality'. I was unsure of why, but have been experimenting with a few lately.\"*He placed the drake on the table and the creature began to animate with life as it walked along the table and spewed out a tiny bit of frost.*\"It is more lively, though still highly capable of following basic orders.\""
}
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{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"That's bs. Oh! That's quite cute.\"\n\n*Attention was soon placed to the small metallic drake Ryker had summoned, watching it walking around. While it was cute, she wasn't sure of it's combat prowess. Plus, she was never one for pets.*\n\n\"...So I'll have something like this? Or are there other forms of spirits?\""
},
{
"author": "Lily Hawthorn, Chamberlain of the Vayne House",
"message": "*Lily just stood there silently, watching the drake.*"
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "\"Yes... It's becoming increasingly obvious that this is its only trait people focus on...\"*Ryker said in a low tone in reference to Katherine calling the drake cute. The small creature took flight around the table, idly circling it and creating a gentle breeze to cool down the space.*\"It will heavily depend on contract. Most are from those who have passed. Others can be spirits in nature. It's not often you are in control of exactly what spirit appears during a ritual. Usually location plays a heavy factor, however.\"*He says.*\"I'd assume you'd have a good chance of this spirit appearing given the right setting.\"*The Oni said, gesturing to the weapon.*"
},
{
"author": "Lily Hawthorn, Chamberlain of the Vayne House",
"message": "\"If I may.\" *A raised voice, no doubt in order to secure both mage's attention.*\n\n\"This weapon was passed down in the Vayne family for generations. Katherine's father explained it to me, in case something were to happen. Katherine-sama, you may recall that your father was an adept fire mage. However, he did not use the typical pathway many pyro mages use, at least later in his life. Instead-\"\n\n*Lily lifted up the axe, which was wrapped to prevent its heat from spreading*\n\n\"He had this. A bound spirit within this very weapon. A flame elemental; however, this one has a unique trait. It requires fuel. What I mean by that is that sacrifices must be made in order to bind to it. In your father's case, it was his magical prowess in the arcana sense. In return, his spiritual power increased drastically.\"\n\n*Ryker could tell that the spirit, while definitely still a flame elemental, was much weaker than it could have been.*"
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "*Internally, Ryker wondered if the trade was worth it. Surely there were other powerful spirits out there that required less. Although, maybe the family heirloom meant more to the Macen. Besides, there were plenty that focused more of their prowess into one form of magic rather than spreading themselves thin across multiple.*\"It would explain how weak its energy feels currently.\"*He says in thought.*\"And a sacrifice like that isn't too uncommon to master a specific form of magic. I suppose it'll depend on if you find the sacrifice worth it.\"*He looked over at Katherine as he finished the statement.*"
}
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{
"author": "Lily Hawthorn, Chamberlain of the Vayne House",
"message": "\"If Katherine-sama is the same girl I know from 12 years ago, it means that she can do anything she sets her mind to. She's been fighting a much more numerous foe for years, and is winning. So much so that she hasn't fought any of them in years. At least, from what I can tell. All I ask of you is to get her started; a spark to set the flame alight so she can learn and grow on her own.\"\n\n*Lily would bow deeply to Ryker as a sign of respect. Or appreciation?*\n\n\"If you require something, I would be more than willing to assist. I am sure Katherine-sama would be as well. She has helped many over the years.\""
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "*Maybe the slime did have a point in nice acts benefiting him more in the end. Though whether they will hold up their end of the deal in the end remained to be seen. At least the task seemed simple enough, if he could manage anyways. There was almost something exciting to the potential challenge. He eyed the bowing maid and eventually spoke.*\"Very well.\"*He answered, looking over at Katherine.*\"I will see what I can do...\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "*Said Katherine was walking over, the axe in hand. Seems like she was done with her coffee; the captain wiped away what seemed to be the remnants of tears before looking at Ryker and Lily.*\n\n\"I heard a lot of it, you know. I will honor the favor, shall it be within my power. So please, teach me Ryker. So I can follow my father's footsteps. It may seem insignificant, but this is something I've yearned for forever.\""
},
{
"author": "Lily Hawthorn, Chamberlain of the Vayne House",
"message": "*Still a bit sad that Katherine hasn't recognized her yet, but remains stalwart.*"
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "*Well she was right about him not seeing the significance. Family ties were hardly ever more than a business ordeal growing up for him. Maybe that was her reason for needing to follow in his footsteps. Regardless, he had already agreed to assist her in this endeavor and thus he simply nodded in response.*\"I shall.\"*He said to her.*\"However, we will have to start training tomorrow. I've been spending most of the day in the spirit realm and doing such can be very draining. And I will need some time to recover from such.\""
},
{
"author": "Katherine 'Kaisa' Vayne",
"message": "\"Very well. I shall be there. Thank you. Lily, please ensure that Mr. Ryker gets home safely.\"\n\n*Katherine didn't quite remember who Lily was yet, but she knew that she was important. Perhaps she could give some insight into the sudden strangeness of this situation.*"
},
{
"author": "Lily Hawthorn, Chamberlain of the Vayne House",
"message": "*The maid bowed before turning to the mage once more.* \"Ryker-sama, if there is anything you need prepared, I shall do it.\""
},
{
"author": "Ryker Dusken",
"message": "*Ryker watched as Katherine left before looking back to the maid. It seemed he would be having to find an inn of sorts to stay at. He didn't necessarily have a home to return to this far from Amongko.*\"A place to rest would be... Nice.\"*He said to the maid.*\"I am not exactly a resident here and am not familiar with the shelter it provides.\"*The Adharci thought his words over a bit longer before finally adding:*\"That should be all I'll need for tonight. Thank you.\""
}
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{
"author": "com.co",
"message": "As with most cities, Salvainia's capital could be divided up into the familiar sectors of day to day life. The inner most circle, where nobles and clergymen sit dormant and cobble away at the bureaucracy of civilization. The middle ring, where those lucky enough to gain their fortunes like merchants and such count their coins and raise their bottom lines. And the final ring, rarely defended by a tall wall or patrolled by meaningful security: The slums.\n\nIt is there, in that most wretched and foul smelling place that our story takes place. Among it's wooden, shoddily constructed homes and homemade businesses teetering on the verge of bankruptcy. On the far edge of town, where few call home and fewer survive. A stall, or more accurately a loose collection of wood crafted into a makeshift stall sits."
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*Within the stall stands a white haired kemono, dressed in a worn down coat with similar apparel beneath. In his hands, a worn, nearly dull knife that seemed to be used to cut up fish from a near by stream. The fish themselves are admittedly rotted, too few buyers and too little money for salt to preserve them. Still, there is skill in his cuts and determination in his hands, even though his expression of solitary boredom doesn't express it.*"
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "*Despite life being hard enough in the lower sectors, there were always those that make it slightly harder. Sitting on the edge of the roof atop a rundown building was a young grey-haired hyena Kemonomimi. Her outfit was rugged and her hair a mess, but she looked a little better off than some of the ones around here. She was typically known as the local oddball, frequenting the area often, just to spy on what was about as close as a market as one could get around here and occasionally starting a ruckus. The lady was watching Carmen in particular, taking an interest in the fish butcher until she had eventually had decided to hop down and make an appearance.*\"I see business is running well, huh fish boy?\"*She jokes with a grin. The lady was taller than average, almost reaching about six feet. She had a tooth missing where one of her canines should have been which caused a whistle sound when she spoke at times.*\"Haven't runned out yet have ya?\"*It seems like she was getting a kick out of this, the humor in her pale grey eyes quite obvious.*"
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*The fish salesman threw his gaze over at the Hyena as she made herself known. His knife coming up from the guts of a fish and pointing at her.*\n\"You again. No trouble today.\" \n\n*He narrowed his already flattened eyes, the bear ears that stuck prominently on his head shifting.*"
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "*She lets out a high pitched laugh at his reaction and gently pushes the knife aside with a claw.*\"No trouble at all~. Come on, that's now how you greet a customer is it? If the stank fish don't scare away people, you just might.\"*Again, she laughed at her own joke.*\"Really-. I'm just here for a midday snack. I even brought money this time.\"*She holds up a single copper coin that looked like it must have been tossed and thrown in every sewage system running through the place. If one could even call it that.*"
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*The bear stares in quiet doubt, that is until the woman shows her coin. He sighs and shakes his head, bringing his knife back down to the work station. He plucks what seemed like a, if not fresh, less stale fish off a hanger and goes to work. Quickly gutting the thing and removing it's bones, intestines, etc.*\n\n*He the presents the uncooked, prepared fish before extending his hand for payment.*"
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "*The Hyena flipped the coin into his hand as she snatched the fish.*\"See? That wasn't so bad. Come on, you act like you don't want no company.\"*She says, leaning against rusted counter and peeling off a bit of the fish to take a bite from, raw and all.*\"Don't ever see you doing anything other than chopping fish, fish, and more fish. Nearly people this time around.\""
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*The silver haired man catches the coin, wiping it off on his jacket before pocketing the cash. He glances back at the Hyena, wondering why she was even here still.*\n\"Need food. Need money. Need work. Work all day. Make nothing...\" \n\n*He said in a monotone voice that trailed into a bit of sadness.*"
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "\"Well you're hardly gonna get all that with that attitude. Actin like you something inside you died.\"*She took a quick whiff of the air.*\"Smells like it too.\"*The Hyena seemed quite content with eating her meal here.*\"This place be depressed enough as is.\"*She gave a snort of the air, then holds up a part of the fish she's eating in offer of sharing it.*\"Fish?\""
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*The bear stayed her offer and shook his head.*\n\"Allergiec.\" \n\n*Ignoring the irony, the bear shrugged his shoulders. To him, his so called depressed attitude was quite normal.*\n\n*For once, Carmen shows a smidge of emotion as his eyes widden. He looks past the Hyena at something else, and shakes his head no.*"
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "*She snorts.*\"You made one poor choice of business then.\"*She joked as she took another bite of fish. Despite her attitude, the Hyena was quick to pick up Carmen's change in expression and soon followed his gaze to see what he was looking and shaking his head at.*\"Whatcha shakin your head for?\""
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "\"Wait-\" \n*Carmen attempts to stop the Hyena's turning of gaze. Unfortunately, he's much too late.*"
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "*Across the street from the stall stood another kemonomimi. Pink, fluffy hair and an aura that screamed adorable about her. Granted she was crouched behind a trashcan, attempting to hide from the Hyena to no success.*\n\"Eep-\""
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "*The Hyena's eyes gleamed with interest. Oh, she was about to have some fun with this.*\"Oh hello, who's this?\"*She crossed the street in a couple long strides, leaning over the trash can the other Kemono was hiding behind and giving a toothy grin towards her.*\"Well aren't you just a cutie. Whatcha doin around a fishy place like this? Tryna steal the fish boy away?\"*Her hot breath stank of fish as she spoke down to the Kemonomimi, but the good will was there. Or as much of good will as one could trust another to have out here.*"
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*The bear's face came into his hand, shaking is head in disappointment.*"
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "*The Kemono would shrink quite a bit as the Hyena approached. Shriveling up until her eyes barely peeked out from behind the trashcan. She looked up at the woman in slight fear, holding her nose as the smell approached.*\n\"S-steal? No! I was just checking in and-\" \n\n*She cut herself off as she covers her mouth as well.*"
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "\"Oh? Is that so?\"*The Hyena suddenly snatches Mocha by the arm and hoisted her up so that she was in full view of Carmen.*\"So she's all it takes to get a little life outta ya, huh fish boy? Kinda cute, really. I didn't think you were capable of making any other expression. Figured that fish must kept that look plastered on your face.\"*She let out a laugh at the thought.*"
}
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{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "*The woman yelps again as she's roughly lifted into the air. A wince on her face as she's brought to her feet, staring helplessly at Carmen.*"
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "\"Careful!\" \n*The bear protested in a never before heard tone. Baring his teeth at the Hyena as moves out from the stall, knife in hand. At the least, he seemed quite protective of the dog.*\n\"Let go.\""
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "\"Careful fish boy.\"*She said, holding Mocha out in front of her.*\"Wouldn't wanna accidentally stab ya lil girlfriend.\"*Once more a laugh and then the Hyena finally dropped her back on the ground.*\"Only been about a few minutes and you already drew that knife on me twice. Starting to take it personal now.\"*She says, placing her hands on her hips.*"
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "*Mocha hit the floor running, scrambling away from the Hyena and hiding behind the stall.*"
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*The bear watched as Mocha scrambled away, a sigh escaping his lips as he resumed his usual dead-read face.*\n\"Troublemaker gets the blade. Last time... Destroyed the stall.\" \n\n*Finally the bear stows his weapon in a pocket within his cost. He seemed relatively at ease now, crossing his arms.*\n\"Done?\""
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "\"Done? I'm just gettin started now.\"*She says, taking another bite of her fish.*\"Look at you, more complex than to the seeing eye.\"*She said, returning to the stall.*\"Who is she anyways? Don't seem like she'd do well on the streets with her all so strong protector watchin.\"*She adds with a grin.*"
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*The bear rolled his eyes and glanced back at Mocha. He pondered for a moment on what to call her before-*"
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "\"I'm his sister!\" \n*The dog poked out from behind the stall and barked at the Hyena.*"
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*Carmen shrugged and nodded.*\n\"*Little* Sister.\" \n*He tagged on.*"
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "*The Hyena looked between Mocha and Carmen, clearly confused on how one related to the other.*\"Coulda fooled me. Y'all two look nothin alike. What're you like street siblings? Parents gettin around? Somethin-.\"*She leaned against the stall and smiled at the dog kemono with a toothy grin.*\"She seems a little too sweet for this place. A lot sweeter than you anyways fish boy.\""
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*Carmen shook his head.*\n\"No parents.\" \n*As for the sweet part, he certainly couldn't deny it. He and his older sis have tried their damnedest to keep Mocha nice and clean unlike them.*"
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "*Although this is to Mocha's own pain sometimes, unable to help her 'siblings'.*\n\"Well... Not real sister... But he's the closest thing to family I got! Him and Chile.\""
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "\"Chile? Oooh who's that?\"*She asks, resting an elbow on the stall as she watched Mocha. The Hyena seemed to have taken more of an interest in this kemono now. Likely because she talked more and didn't threaten her with a knife.*"
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "\"Chile is my- Mmmph!\""
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*Carmen covers Mocha's mouth and scoff.*\n\"Why do you care?\" \n*He said rather sharply.*"
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "*Mocha glared at Carmen, slapping his hand away.*\n\"Be nice Toffee! She's not all bad. Even if she got my shoulder a bit..\" \n*She shifts her shoulder in place, a little sore from being dangled about.*"
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "\"Sorry bout that.\"*She says, giving Mocha a pat on the head with her clawed hand.*\"Sometimes I just get a little bit excited, especially in seeing a new face.\"*The hyena then stared pointedly at Carmen.*\"Who hurt you? Definitely not me. I got a real strong memory and it involves you just cutting fish. Maybe the fish hurt you, must've bit into one and nearly got taken out by it.\"*She then proceeded to wheeze with laughter.*\"Come on now, we're all stuck in the almost same situation here, no need to be mad at each other for being a little odd every now and then.\""
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "*The dog winced as she was pet, looking up at the Hyena with a confused expression.*"
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*The bear matched her gaze, easily suspicious of the woman in front of him. He seemed unamused at her prodding. Then again he seemed unamused at most things in life.*\n\"Same place? Yeah. Same situation? Maybe. Doesn't mean you won't try anything.\""
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "\"Doesn't, but I haven't just yet.\"*Stuffing the last bit of fish in her mouth she leans against the stall.*\"Sure hardly get much fun out here these days. Everyone always so depressed or angry or mildly violent. You guys seemed like a fairly interesting lot though.\"*She said with a shrug.*\"It's much better than sitting and watching from the rooftops, lotsa folks don't really appreciate it much if you could guess.\"*She says with a chuckle.*"
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "*Mocha would slowly disappear from the Hyena's side. Appearing just behind Carmen who seemed to be standing his ground.*"
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*The silent glare the bear seemed to be emitting softened a little more as he felt his sister cling behind him. Brother bear is a defensive kind after all. He seems to be about to speak before a sudden clap rings outs.*"
},
{
"author": "Calliot 'Chile'",
"message": "*The source, yet another kemonomimi, this time a wolf. She wears a calm, worn smile, and is arguably the best dressed among the three. Her face is decorated with a poultry amount of make up, but more than most manage.*\n\"Why hello there Miss. I hope Toffee hasn't spoiled your mood today. You must excuse him, he's a bit sharp tongued and cynical.\"\n*She spoke like a noble might, with manners to match. Offering the Hyena a small curtsey.*\n\"My name is Calliot. Though my siblings might address me as-\""
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "\"Chile! You're back!\""
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "\"So you're the infamous Chile?\"*She asks with a wide grin.*\"Now that's a fancy one. Look at ya's. Hardly believe you'd be anywhere from around here.\"*The Hyena didn't really get the whole curtesy thing, but it didn't phase her. She was content enough with picking on the bear.*\"He's a bit more than that, but it ain't nothin I can say aloud.\"*She now regards the group as a whole.*\"My, yous are such an interesting gang. Got the fancy rich lady, talking strawberry, and stinky fish boy all in one.\""
},
{
"author": "Calliot 'Chile'",
"message": "\"I do spend most of my time in the merchant's district. Purely business I assure you.\" \n*The woman steps out and over to her siblings. She pets Mocha's head and gives a knowing glance to Carmen.*"
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*The bear sighs and resumes his position at the stall.*"
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "*The puppy attaches herself to Calliots side, to which she receives a small smile.*"
},
{
"author": "Calliot 'Chile'",
"message": "*The woman smiles and looks back at the Hyena.*\n\"I'm glad you found our little family to be to your liking. I believe you're aquatinted with Carmen, or Toffee as we call him. Mocha here too. My I have your name?\""
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "*She's idly cleaning her ear with a finger.*\"You'd think these guys would be living the high life in that case. Instead one's brooding and the other just waiting to be taken ransom.\"*She says before answering the question that followed.*\"Names Zeila. But I'm usually known as the local oddball. People just don't dig having a little spark in life round here these days. Can't say I didn't try.\""
},
{
"author": "Calliot 'Chile'",
"message": "*The woman giggles lightly, admittedly a performed task. She glances at her siblings and nods quietly.*\n\"While I am the bread winner amongst us, all my earnings go by fast. Food is quite costly these days with the war and all.\"\n\n*The wolf pets Mocha's head idly who receives the attention in kind.*\n\"Zeila? What a beautiful name. Yes I agree, a smile is never to be turned away in places like these. Please, if it interests you come by more often. My brother could use the business, and Mocha the socializing.\""
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "\"Hah! Don't gotta ask me twice baker lady.\"*She says, crossing her arms thusly.*\"These guys are now my favorite two to mess with. Much more fun than the other locals.\"*She grins.*\"I'll even consider getting more fish from here, even if it's a little stinky.\"*She then slouched a bit.*\"I'm kinda banned from some spots, but hasn't stopped me yet-.\""
},
{
"author": "Calliot 'Chile'",
"message": "*A second giggle comes from Calliot. Her hand comes to her mouth in a cute gesture as she looks at her sibling.*\n\"Don't tease them too badly. They may grow to not like you, you know.\" \n\n*Her eyes wandered to the stall in general. Her expression becoming somber at the state of it.*\n\"Yes. We'll have to do some upgrades for our loyal customers then. I and my brother appreciate it very much.*"
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "\"Too late for that.\"*She says, smirking over at Carmen.*\"Came by and was threatened not once, but twice by this guy. Can you believe the nerve?\"*She scoffed then stood more upright.*\"Don't mention it. Anything to get a little laugh out of the day. Or a lot, ain't complaining about more.\"*She folded her arms behind her head and started to walk off.*\"I guess I must be over staying my welcome for the day. Can't be building up my banned list so soon.\"*She said, side eyeing Chile with a grin, then continuing along to the other side of the street.*\"By the way, whenever fish boy decides to trust me a bit more, there's this cool place I'd like to show him. Tell him no knives allowed too-!\"*She says with a giggle as if he wasn't there. Zeila turned and leapt back up onto the rooftops. Passing one last glance back towards them, she proceeded to wink at the bear kemono and was off.*"
},
{
"author": "Calliot 'Chile'",
"message": "*The woman waved Zeila off with a smile. Her attention turning to her brother once the other disappears.*\n\"It would seem you have an admirer. Next time she comes by, do me a favor and take her off would you?\""
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*Carmen crossed his arms and looked away defiantly.*\n\"Never.\""
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "*The dog jumped up, finally seeming to step up here.*\n\"How come you two always get to have all the fun. I just got a bad shoulder out of it...\" \n*Mocha pounted and gripped her arm. Her demeanor soon cheering up as her favorite treat is offered.*"
},
{
"author": "Calliot 'Chile'",
"message": "\"Here Hun. Your favorite Mochi. Savor it this time and let that arm heal up, K?\""
}
] | 49.5 | 2,272 |
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{
"author": "Shaw",
"message": "*The small lad circled around the animal in thought as he wondered how to do it... He heard that cow tipping was a thing but had well never done it before so this was new territory for him... This was frankly going all so well until of course he heard the voice of authority.*\n\n*Shaw swivelled his head to turn and see... A large lady who looked about as guard like as someone could without holding a banner or something. There was however that lovely seal adorned on her armour, well two seals that both suggested she was someone who was unfortunately a law and order lover. A small cold sweat began on the Silnari as he wondered if he could outrun her or not if it came down to it.* \n\n\"...Cow w-watching? S'harmless\" *He nodded as that was a good way to say it he thought. For now hoping his excuse acts as a good way to well answer her without saying his name just yet.*"
},
{
"author": "Charlotte De'Loin",
"message": "*Charlotte stared from a distance. Typically, far away people are small but get bigger as you approach. He did not get any bigger! He must be a child or some adolescent...*\n\n*As for his excuse, it certainly was childish. Cow watching? What a ridiculous thing that Charlotte completely believed.*\n\"Cow watching? Sounds fun! But this is private property little citizen, you shouldn't be there.\" \n\n*Her tone was quite bubbly and joyous. Her expression warm as she beamed a smile across the field at him.*\n\n\"Come here won't you?\""
},
{
"author": "Shaw",
"message": "*Typically, far away people only got so much bigger as they approach. She got a lot bigger as oh dear that was either a woman who had a bunch of growth spells cast on her or a Titan!*\n\n*As for how Charlotte reacted... He would have laughed at anger or scorn or her attempting intimidation. He spent plenty of time around plenty of scary people and his whimsical ass wasnt to be intimidated by the horrors of this world.*\n\n*But... That bubbly smile and warm bright homely smile made an alarm bell ring in the recesses of his mind that could be summed up as 'oh fuck'. He took a nervous step back as he looked back behind him... Now debating if his short legs could beat her giant ones.* \"...N-not sure I want to. Am I in trouble?\""
}
] | 164 | 476 |
55.666667 | 2019-04-28 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Oh, no. Miners usually have a lot of work for translators. Warning signs are often made in whatever the native language in that area is, and then there's official documents that pass through a lot of hands. It's a whole thing.\" *Yae Kim grimaced, thinking about the amount of work it would be, but was also eager for the money to be had.* \"Speaking of, where did you get all your equipment? Bought it along the way?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Gifts from my parents.\" *She whips her spear around, twirling it in her left hand in front of her.* \"Top is my family's crest, which is a little odd, but it still works pretty good.\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Mm.\" *Yae Kim slowed a second to admire the weapon.* \"Well, you carry it well. Have you had to use it often?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Thankfully, no.\" *She tosses it up into the air, catching it with her right hand before strapping it back to her back.* \"Doesn't mean I don't know how to use it.\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Yae Kim's hand moved to his own weapons, but he decided against it, with no real story behind his own.* \"Fair enough.\" *The two were nearing the blacksmith, and Yae Kim pulled a small ledger from his robes.* \"Think you'll be getting anything?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"I don't imagine so, no...\" *She pondered for a moment, before shaking her head.* \"Yeah, no. I don't plan on getting any armor or something to that effect, so I'll be good. Let's just grab your stuff and go.\""
}
] | 51.5 | 334 |
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{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Alright, that's fine with me.\" *Yae Kim led the way, opening the door to the blacksmith's shop. He held it open and peered into it from the side.* \"Hello, Walner? The blacksmith?\"\n\n*From inside, a low voice could be heard.* \"Yah. Get in here if you're gonna get in.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Lilliane frowned. This certainly wasn't the friendly attitude that she was going for, and it wasn't filling her with confidence about this blacksmith.* \"So... This is the guy?\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"He's the guy who knows the guy, as it were.\" *Yae Kim's voice was a bit hushed as he talk. He inhaled, then walked in.* \"Walner, where do you think I could find your old mentor Romero?\" *Yae Kim turned back to Lilliane, waving her inside.* \"Walner is Romero's apprentice, but he's since taken over the shop. I'm sure Romero is hanging around somewhere, and he can help me find my other friend, the miner.\" *Yae Kim's life had been all about connections and networking since he was young, so these were hurdles he was used to.*\n\n\"Romero's dead.\" *Yae Kim was still looking at Lilliane when Walner said this. He didn't turn, just blinked with surprise, his facial features tight.*"
}
] | 75 | 285 |
79.666667 | 2019-04-30 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"That's...\" *She looked down at the ground.* \"I'll... Let you two talk about that, I guess.\" *She closes the door, giving those two as much privacy as she could, considering the current situation.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Yae Kim raised a hand to stop Lilliane, but the door had already closed. He took a breath, then turned back to Walner.* \"I'm guessing somebody already came for his personal affects and the like.\"\n\n\"Yup, when it happened.\" *Walner was stretching some hide over a slab of stone, not looking up while he spoke.* \"Drinking caught up to im, I guess.\" *There wasn't much emotion in his voice.*\n\n*Pressing his hands on his temples, Yae Kim closed his eyes and tried to focus on what he came to do. He pushed the door open slightly, inviting Lilliane back in.* \"Well, are you still using his suppliers?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Lilliane barely noticed the door. She was currently too busy 'looking' at the ground. Her eyes were closed, as she muttered a small little prayer for the presumably recently deceased man, despite having never really met the guy.*"
}
] | 47 | 239 |
75 | 2019-05-01 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*The door stayed open as they talked, with Yae Kim now looking to Walner. The man finally stopped working to speak, looking up at them.* \"Yes, for the most part. Didn't see a reason to change much. Would you tell the girl not to leave the door open?\" \n\n*Yae Kim turned and stuck his head out.* \"You can come in, it's quite alright.\" *He gave a small smile, trying to look comforting. He wasn't used to people being sympathetic, so he assumed the death disturbed her.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Lilliane slowly stepped in. Looking up at Walner, she softly spoke.* \"I'm... Sorry about the loss of your mentor. It's good to see that you're taking it well, however.\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Walner made a gruff huffing noise, almost like a laugh.* \"He was a bit of a shi—\" *He stopped speaking and looked over to Yae Kim, who looked at the ground.* \"Uhh,\" *Walner continued, changing his tone,* \"We had a rough working relationship towards the end.\""
}
] | 69 | 225 |
53.333333 | 2019-05-02 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*She blushes, just a little bit. It wasn't often that she made a mistake like that, even though she hadn't done much wrong, so she was embarrassed by the surprise.* \"O-oh...\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Yae Kim nodded to Lilliane a small smile before returning to Walner.* \"Yes, Romero wasn't known for having the best temperament. Either way, I'll need to go through your ore suppliers, if you'll let me.\" *Walner huffed at this, then stood and walked to the back of the shop.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Is that a yes...?\" *She looked at Yae Kim curiously. This was definitely an odd culture that she was not used to, and it would probably take a bit of getting used to.* \"...Or a no?\""
}
] | 47 | 160 |
44.153846 | 2019-05-12 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*There was a knocking at the door.* \"Excuse me,\" *There was an effeminate voice from outside the door,* \"Miss Katerine? Are you inside?\"\n\n{{"
},
{
"author": "sheepu5034",
"message": "_Peeling her face away from a piece of paper after falling asleep, she sat up quickly and yelled out from behind the door, \"Come in!\" She wiped some fresh spit off the side of her cheek._"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The door slowly crept open. Lilliane was dressed in her white attire today, and she peaked her head out from the door, slightly nervous. She waved hello.* \"Hey! How's your day been so far?\""
},
{
"author": "sheepu5034",
"message": "_\"Good, did you need anything?\" She asked as she looked at the attire and instantly thought to herself 'Wedding?' or something super formal. Going straight to business, she got her ink and pens in order for when the other ball, or request, dropped._"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"I was told you had jobs available.\" *She steppes fully in. Spear strapped across her back, she closed the door behind her.* \"For secretary positions, and that kinda stuff. Was my source wrong?\""
},
{
"author": "sheepu5034",
"message": "_She blinked a few times in trying to figure out exactly what she meant and finally came up with the only plausible thing, \"Sorry about that .. I am only a scribe. Unsure where you heard that but I don't handle that sort of thing ... And I am unsure where to point you in the right direction. \"_"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Oh...\" *She frowned. She clearly wasn't expecting this answer, considering her information was usually accurate.* \"Do you uhh... Need any help?\" *She starts walking up to the desk.* \"You look pretty nice, by the way.\""
},
{
"author": "sheepu5034",
"message": "_Her hand scribbled across the page with inhuman speed as she looked straight at her, \"I am fine, thank you, and .. Uhhh, what?\" She tilted her head trying to figure out why the person was getting closer to her desk and complimenting her._"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Lilliane nodded her head again. Her plan changed, from getting a job, to getting some brownie points, potentially with a couple drinks later in the night.* \"Sorry, sorry. You just uh... Really do look quite pretty.\" *Lilliane smiles at her.* \"Anyone ever tell you that?\""
},
{
"author": "sheepu5034",
"message": "_\"Yes, my mother, can you leave now?\" She asked the woman as she went back to her work, \"Sorry, I don't like this sort of thing while I am working, or .. At all ..\" Definitely was not going to get her brownie points it seems._"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "{{ S'all good, just understand that Lilliane isn't gonna back off without a challenge\n\n\"Really? You don't like being complimented?\" *Lilliane started walking behind the desk, over to where Katerine was.*"
},
{
"author": "sheepu5034",
"message": "_She sighed and put her pen down, \"It really isn't my thing nor is it when people hovering over me when I work,\" She was growing increasingly irritated._"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Sounds like you need a break sometime soon.\" *She takes a step away. This wasn't getting her anywhere.* \"I'm... Sorry, about all that. Really am.\" *She pauses for a moment.* \"Lemme get you a drink when this is over, pay it back to ya.\""
},
{
"author": "sheepu5034",
"message": "_She shook her head, \"I don't drink, like my wits about me, thank you for the offer,\" Without her behind her so close, she could begin her work again, \"I just want to get this stuff done.\"_"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"How about dinner then?\" *Lilliane raises an eyebrow. She was making out to be quite an interesting person, so Lilliane was starting to really get interested in this.* \"My treat.\""
},
{
"author": "sheepu5034",
"message": "_\"Would rather be alone, thank you,\" She replied while scribbling somethings on the end of her notes before returning to the accounting form._"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"You'd rather be alone for dinner? Why's that?\" *Lilliane looked around the room for a chair to sit in. This would probably take a while...*"
},
{
"author": "sheepu5034",
"message": "_She sighed at the overly aggressive woman's antics, \"I just like being alone, got lots to do.\"_"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Hence why I said after work.\" *Lilliane leans against the wall, shrugging.* \"Didn't say for us to go right now.\""
},
{
"author": "sheepu5034",
"message": "_She squinted at some numbers and scratched them out in her notes before returning to them, \"I am always working.\"_"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"You're always working? You never take a break?\" *Lilliane frowned. That... Just seemed like slavery to her.*"
},
{
"author": "sheepu5034",
"message": "_\"Gotta keep going all day and night. You know, gotta get money,\" She replied as she did her documents._"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"That... Doesn't sound good for your mental health. You... Really need a break.\" *She walked back up to the desk.* \"Or your physical health... How long has it been since you've slept?\""
},
{
"author": "sheepu5034",
"message": "_\"I sleep plenty, just trying to save up for my own stuff,\" Katerine scribbled a little more before laying down her pen, most of the days work was finally finished._"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Yeah, but... Do you do anything in your free time?\" *She looks at Katerine in the eyes.* \"I mean, the description you gave makes it seem like you spend so much time on work, you're forgetting the social interactions.\" *Getting an idea, she smiled.* \"Finish up for the day, and I'll show you the social aspects around here. No drinks, no nothing, you can go whenever you want. Fair?\""
},
{
"author": "sheepu5034",
"message": "_\"I don't want to go with you anywhere, I don't know you ...\" She said firmly._"
}
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{
"author": "thepresidentofsoysauce",
"message": "Veradux was leisurely walking through the cobblestone streets of the city. Yeesh, his feet were feeling pretty tired and the soles of his feet ached. \"Ya don goofed, Ver. The weather is not having it today...\",he complained. He rubbed his head, wiping out some sweat in his head. It was a fairly sweltering hot day today, the sun was beating him down for sure. \"Good graces, I need some daggum shade 'round here\",he muttered as his eyes began looking around for some shade. Veradux wasn't the best at multi tasking, he'd probably walk himself to a wall if he failed to pay attention for too long."
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "*He did end up walking into something, not necessarily a wall but might as well could've been as it was just about hard enough to stop him in his tracks. Upon coming to his senses, he'd find an oni staring down at him, who though female, was scarily better built and taller than most human males. She was pretty scary to say the least. By no means ugly, but not someone one would want to get slapped by.\n\nShe didn't seem very agitated, more surprised, studying the man's appearance. Well, probably just his coat actually.*"
},
{
"author": "thepresidentofsoysauce",
"message": "Upon walking 'round the corner he'd come to say close quarters with somebody. She looked like someone that could bench him. He was pretty surprised by it, but then again, course he was, he wasn't paying attention! The freaking idiot. He stepped away, his emerald gaze turning to stare at the woman giving a surprised look on his face. \"Oh! Haha, sorry about that bucko! Didn't see you coming round there!\",Veradux at least spoke up towards the woman, casting a friendly smile. \"I didn't bonk ya too hard, did I?\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"It would seem I'm still in one piece.\"\n\n*She replied, looking down at herself, wiping her hand over her stomach as if she were dusting her abs off theatrically before returning her gaze to him.*\n\n\"You seemed a bit out of it there, you sure you're alright yourself?\"\n\n*At least she seemed somehat considerate, that was something.*"
}
] | 119 | 458 |
116.333333 | 2019-05-16 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "thepresidentofsoysauce",
"message": "Veradux's hands adjusted the duster that wrapped around his shoulders. He appreciated the fact that she wasn't a whole prick about him bumping into her! Still casting a smile to the woman, he gave her a nod. \"Oh yes yes, I'm all dandy here, bucko. Happy as can be!\" Veradux at least showed he had quite a bit of energy vibrating off him. His eyes glossed over the large and almost meanacing looking woman. \"Sheesh, quite a big lady, didn't think I'd be bumping into a wall of a woman.\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"One has to stay in shape for my line of work. Well... You should at least. Seems to be a lot of wimpy mercs around these parts for some reason.\"\n\n*She explained, looking away slightly as she counted through the couple few she's encountered earlier.*\n\n\"Anyways, do be careful who you bump into, some see it as a chance to punch strangers.\"\n\n*Seems like she didn't have much else to say. She projected quite the shadow though, which he was on the search for.*"
},
{
"author": "thepresidentofsoysauce",
"message": "Veradux wasn't much of the mercenary kind. Heck, he didn't have all that much feats to speak of, he was just an average joe. He nodded,\"Right right, no worries about that. Least you don't hit me square. Though yeah... Those wimpy mercs are just some losers who are just salty that they're unemployed.\" He chuckled, poking a jab at honestly a lot of people, and himself which made it funnier. \"You look like you're the kind of gal who'd throw a giant like it ain't but a thang!\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"Sort of why I'm here actually, amongst other things. A lot more things here in Silvaria than back home. Both monsters and food alike... Okay, I just want to kill one of every monster here for the challenge.\"\n\n*She said rather plainly, realising there was no use talking arond it. Not like it was an incorrect thing to do mind you. Monsters hurt the people here, they're killing eachother anyway she thought. She'd just so happen to help the half that actually paid her and wasn't all that interesting to beat up.*"
},
{
"author": "thepresidentofsoysauce",
"message": "\"Monster hunting eh? Well, you definitely look the part. The kind of gal who'd say there's nothing wrong with a bit of squashing monsters.\" It was pretty evident that she'd probably be a lot of use in a guild and it just so happened he was heard of a guild that could probably help with that. \"Luckily for you, word on the street says that there's a guild that could probably use help with slaying some mobsters. I was contemplating on going, could use a stable source of income rather than gambling all the damned time.\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"First time I hear of such a guild. Then again, I just came to the city not too long ago. Do you know the way there then? I'd like to check what marks they have to offer.\"\n\n*After all, if it was a whole guild, chances were they had something for both amateur and advanced adventurers. It could have been a decent way for her to scratch a couple different things off her list and earn enough coin to get some decent gear or perhaps even pay a tutor that could teach her a few things. Anything that would get her closer to being able to fell a dragon.*"
}
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152.2 | 2019-05-17 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "thepresidentofsoysauce",
"message": "Veradux nodded,\"Why sure thing bucko! We just hafta make way to the guild wherever it could be. I don't know the way buuuut, I'm sure we'll figure it out.\" He turned his head, glancing around the street. It would've been real nice if he could even tell where to go. But he figured that'd be the first adventure and test to go about things! \"I'd wager that the guild's gotta be big, I'm sure sooner or later we can find it. Consider it like the very first adventure to a very long quest, maybe?\" Veradux was keeping an optimistic view of things. He'd be willing to guess it lay hopefully somewhere within the city. He gestured her to begin following,\"Come come, let us begin our search bucko!\",he beckoned and began leading the way off looking for any sort of clues towards the fabled guild he had heard of."
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"I think we could just ask some of th-\"\n\n*Tsuruno tried to reply, but before she's finish her sentnce, he was already walking off, motioning for her to follow. Letting out an annoyed sigh, she'd go after him. Since he's clearly said he hadn't the faintest clue where it could have been, she didn't have to do much other than walk behind him. Worst case scenario, she'd just ditch him and go ask around about it herself she thought. Until then, she'd have enough time to see the rest of the city, maybe they'd pass a shop she could get something decent enough to kill something armored too. Not all creatures had skin soft enough to be pierced by cheap daggers after all.*"
},
{
"author": "thepresidentofsoysauce",
"message": "Veradux chipperly went off into the streets. He personally relished going through the scavenger hunt, he was in no rush to go anywhere but, he wasn't exactly the kind of person who'd walk off slow. He quickly took a turn in the streets and into a lot of other people. They were in the market section of town and there was quite a bit of people. Somehow, he ended up slipping away and left her behind getting lost within the crowd."
},
{
"author": "stein.co",
"message": "*The man was walking down the road, his leisurely stride carrying him toward his next client's specified meeting place. His feet were sore from the journey but he knew the coin made it all worth it, not to mention he could enjoy his own services too! \n\nSoon enough, Steiner took a detour down a back alley, he knew the way as this client was fortunately a regular. He rubbed his hands together with a grin.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Sai would walk through the market in search shop that sold throwing knives. Unlike alot of his brethen he didn't bother hiding his hords when he went to crowded places in the city. While they were frowned upon by many, being an Oni wasn't a crime and he wasn't scared of being discriminated against. He'd be wearing his usual oversized black robe, his metal staff on his back. He'd stop infront of the blacksmith when he found it, cracking his neck as he reached for the handle.*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "*After having lost sight of the strangely energetic man, Tsuruno had though it might be for the better and decided to focus on the newest objective she had mentally pinned for herself, namely getting a decent weapon. Maybe if she walked into that guild once she'll learn of it's location, they'll take her more seriously if she wielded something better than a pair of rusted daggers.\n\nSo, she had made herself on the search for a blacksmith, soon finding one at the market a few blocks away. It seemed she wasn't the only Oni looking to get armed today, as one was looking through what the man had for sale already. Letting out a slightly excited sigh, not having seen one of her own kind in a while, she went over to look though the larger blades the smith had to offer. Her first idea was a claymore, but a flamberge might have been a better choice in the long run, being both sharp and packed a decent punch... Or should she go for a zweihander? It seemed like she'd need a little time to decide.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Sai wouldn't need to do as much as turn his turn his head to know another Oni was nearby, their presence wasn't exactly small. He would seem to be looking at the smaller blades and daggers, taking them and playing around with how they feel in his hand, though despite them being well made, none of them seemed quite right.*\n\n*Finally he'd be curious enough to take a look, turning around and noticing the female Oni looking at the large swords. He wasn't ever a fan of them. They were large and could cut through alot but they were also slow and poorly balanced. To him it was all about balance, that's probably why he was so disatisfied with the blades he looked at. Eventually he'd speak, his voice raspy at first from not talking in a while. He was more of a quiet type unless he needed or wanted to speak.*\n\n\"The Reds finally moving away from the primative clubs?\"\n\n*He didn't sound hostile when he said it, despite it being a shot at her clan. Rather he seemed rather... Unintrested. He'd continue.*\n\n\"Yet I disagree with even this choice of weapon. So poorly balanced.\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"To you maybe. Weapons innately balanced are for those unable to make up for their downsides. With the right stance, skill and enough strength, one can wield any weapon effectively.\"\n\n*She'd reply calmly, raising the claymore the blacksmith had on display with ease. She didn't seem the type to let herself get discouraged so easily, as a matter of fact, his stingy comment just made her want to prove him wrong... Which would have normally been slapping him across the face with the falt side of the sword, but alas she did not yet own it, nor would the smith or the bypassers appreciate it and so decided against such a rash action. She'd look over to him from the corner of her eyes instead.*\n\n\"Why's a Blue stopping by a blacksmith anyway? Thought you were all about magic. Unless you yourself came to realise spells just can't beat steel?\"\n\n*She asked him mockingly with a smug smile.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"Effectively yes, efficiently, not likely. Shortswords are much more balanced. Picking something so big just means you're overcompensating for something.\"\n\n*His face wouldn't show any particular emotion, though as he said that comment a small grin would form, be it at his own comment about her sword or her comment about his magic. He'd respond in a similar mocking tone to her.*\n\n\"Just trying to even the playing field. No fun in a one sided battle where magic wins. I want to give you swordsmen a higher chance at victory.\"\n\n*That wasn't exactly true, he needed the disposable daggers to cast his freezing magic more efficiently but it seemed like the more appropriate response.*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"I only see you picking at the daggers. Sure it isn't more of a last resort, rather than a first? Mana is bound to run out after all.\" \n\n*She'd reply, pulling her coin pouch from her belt and paying the smith for the sword.* \n\n\"Shame you don't show a liking to the greater weapons though. You definitely have the shape for it. Why if it weren't for that shady tone of blue, I'd've almost dared to greet you brother!\"\n\n*She chuckled, giving his shoulder a light push. Clearly she felt the need to piss him off, despite not really having had anything against the blue oni personally. She just enjoyed picking fights with her own kind. It oft lead her to getting beaten up when she was small, but that was one of the few things that made her as hardy as she was now and she'd be damned if she missed this opportunity.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Sai would remain exceptionally calm, even letting his shoulder get pushed. He'd then look at her with a smirk.*\n\n\"I'm as much a Red as I am a Blue. Just happens that my skin takes after the Blue part of my blood.\"\n\n*Sai wasn't bothered by her comments for several reasons. The main one however, is that he didn't consider himself as part of the Blue clan, nor the Red clan. He was just an Oni that didn't fit in. He never felt at home with the Blues and was discriminated for his height, and his father refused to take him because he knew things would be even worse with the Reds and his skin color. After going out to search for his mentor, Sai also did some soulsearching and decided that he was neither Blue nor Red. He was just an Oni, balanced even in his blood.*\n\n\"You aren't wrong, mana will run out eventually, but not before my enemy falls. The daggers are merely a convinience for spell casting.\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"You've definitely the confidence of someone from my tribe, I have to give you that...\"\n\n*She mumbled, mustering him. Seemed quite a bit older than her too, which was probably one of the reasons he acted a great deal more mature than herself. She didn't seem to care much about that though.*\n\n\"Say, what do you say we spar a little outside the city and see what's better, hmm?\""
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Sai would chuckle. Cracks could be heard from the end of his right sleeve, he was cracking his fingers, one by one. His eyes would go up and down the other Oni, judging her strength before even replying to her statement. He'd then tilt his head upwards and purse his lips, looking down at her.*\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\n*That's all he would say before raising his arm upwards to the exit, gesturing her to lead the way. He would be trying hard to resist a wide grin. It's been years since he fought any Oni other than his mentor.*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"That's the spirit!\"\n\n*She'd call out cheerfully, passing him to lead the way, though stopping shortly after, turning back to him partially, having remembered something quite crucial.*\n\n\"Oh right, we'll need a few rules not to wind up killing the other on accident, so... Nothing greater than flesh wounds and going for the head is a no?\"\n\n*She asked him, not actually having had in mind to maim one another. She just wanted to find out who was better and was more than sure that was possible without killing the other half as well.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"I'll try not to kill you, sure.\"\n\n*He'd chuckle and place his hands behind his head, stretching. He'd do it rather... Dramatically, yawning in the procsess. He'd then look at the the girl again. She was a good 10cm taller than any of the girls in his village growing up, so he'd be abit facsinated by it. Despite being part Red Oni, he hasn't seen one in ages due to his absence from the Festival of the Six Demons.*\n\n\"So... Before I kil- I fight you, what's your name?\""
}
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{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"We can do it as you will... It's Tsuruno though.\"\n\n*She answered, definitely having heard his tongue slip. Nonetheless, she carried on, leading them out of the city. There was quite a decent bit of flatland at their disposal and noone really cared if anyone fought there. After alll, the guard's job was to keep the city safe, not the grass in front of it.*\n\n*Once they arrived, she proceeded to pull her rather tight sleeveless shirt from herself. She had bandages wrapped around her chest underneath as a sort of makeshift sports bra.*\n\n\"You should probably take your jacket off too. Getting it torn up for nothing would be a waste.\"\n\n*She advised, taking her new claymore in her left hand. It so seemed she still had her old pair of daggers hanging from her hips as well.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Sai would watch her undress wondering if it was really necessary or if she was just showing of her muscles. At any rate the robe he wore covered up the armor underneath it so he would decide against taking it off himself and losing the element of surprise.*\n\n\"That's only if you can hit me.\"\n\n*That was more of a taunt than anything, in truth the robes weren't anything special and he could probably get more at a cheap price. He'd pull the metal staff off his back, spinning it around in one arm.* \n\n\"Ladies first?\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "*That was all she had to hear. Not having been too far from him, she closed the gap between them rather quickly, attepting a sideways kick at his stomach. This way she'd use her shins to exact the blow where her skin was visibly thick, almost ramoured one would say in order to pack a better punh, should she hit him straight away.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Sai would have already assumed from her personality previously that she wouldn't be one to wait if given the chance. As she gets close Sai would allow himself to drop backwards, making it so his legs face forwards. Magic circles forward at his feet and just moments later he's propelled forwards, putting some distance between them. Around 10m. The flames released wouldn't be something worth of calling an attack but if she wasn't careful they would still be very much hot flames.*\n\n\"That would have hurt... That all you got?\"\n\n*Sai would try to get into her head. If she's angry, she'll be more likely to make an error, same with being too excited, whatever his words did to her.*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "*As he dodged her by pushing himself away, she pretty much ended up kicking the air, the force behind it pulling the trail of flanes along it's path, though not reaching her fully.*\n\n\"Yeah, you got me. I'm a one trick pony, your ability to dodge simple blows has left me utterly speechless.\"\n\n*She replied sarcastically, stretching slightly.* \n\n\"Guess I'll just have to try again.\"\n\n*She added, starting off towards him once again, despite probably seeming like a full-on idiot, knowing he'd just have another way to counter it.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"Such resilience!\"\n\n*He would reply just as sarcastically. Sai would grin, he'd take one of the daggers he bought from the store and kneel down, and once she's travelled around half the distance impale it into the ground. He'd mutter the words \"Freeze.\" As the ground in a 37.5ft radius instantly turns to ice, when Tsuruno were to touch the ice if she has no way of completely avoiding it she would get rooted until her next turn. The area would remain as ice for three turns and would be just as slippery.*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "*She did in fact get stuck in place while running, though seemed to have stayed pretty calm, which probably came from her assuming he'd try some other way to prevent her from getting to him, the distance between them having been reasonably greater this time.*\n\n\"Huh. Good with both ice and fire. You really are something in-between...\"\n\n*She'd stay, stabbing the tip of her claymore into the frozen ground before her, testing how tough it would be to break free from it by pulling on her legs, supporting herself on the hilt of the sword.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"Aww, is that a compliment?\"\n\n*Again, he'd say it in a teasing voice. His personality seemed to be different when he was fighting to when he wasn't. He was more childish in a fight, actually enjoying himself. He'd then mutter the words \"Burn.\" He'd open his mouth and a magic circle would form infront of it, a large force of flames would emerge in a cone shape infront of him, easily reaching past her location (15ft range).*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "*Vanishing from his sight amongst the flames, he could hear the ice that sorrounded her feet crack as it melted and shattered, Tsu soon enough emerging from among them, her skin completely turnt dark grey, a few small flames still flickering around her bandages and trousers, having gotten scorched a decent bit. She herself seemed rather alright though, it being visible upon closer inspection that she herself has used a spell to fortify her skin, now attempting to use the power of surprise to land an attack with her claymore.*\n\n\"Surely you can hit harder than that!\"\n\n*She exclaimed as she took a swing for him to further her provocations from before:*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Sai would indeed hear the ice snap, though he'd be surprised to see the Oni jump through the flames he'd manage to take a few steps back as she flies towards him, having just barely enough time to activate his own skin fortification. His skin would seem to get covered by a layer of ice, as would his horns, becoming larger. But since he was casting and wouldn't be able to properly dodge, his side would still be hit by the claymore, though with the combined defense of his armor and the ice covering his skin, what took the most damage was his robe. Maybe he should have listened to her. He'd try retaliate with a kick to the side of her knee, using the fact that they were close to atleast do some damage.*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "*Having held onto her weapon, she had little option to dodge, therefore decided to take the hit, but dig her toes into the grass with her leg he attempted to kick to prevent him sweeping her off her feet. In the meantime, she'd pull her sword back towards herself, grabbing it by the blade, her hardened skin allowing her to do this without cutting herself.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Seeing as his first attack failed, he would twist around and bring the heel of the same foot to her stomach. Despite being a mage, he would seem rather proficient in martial arts and despite his big body was agile, though much less so that what he was at the start of the fight due to the ice coating his body. The ice made each strike hit harder and this time, if the heel connected a small amount of flames would be emmited, potentially causing minor burns to the area of impact.*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "*Unluckily for the both of them, Tsu had her own idea of countering the following hit, having loosened her stomach enough so he could knock the air out of her, quickly exhaling a cloud of flammable dust as he did so before getting sent backwards by the kick. The fire it created ignited the dust, setting flame to the ground and air around him... And herself for the portion of a second she was there before falling back from the kick.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Fortunately for Sai, the coating of ice protected him from the flames long enough for him to get out. Unfortunately for him, it also melted the ice in the process and he couldn't cast the spell again for a short period of time leaving him vulnurable to her sword. However he decided to use the fact that she was down of the floor, even if it was a second to try shoot her with a glacial spike. He'd raise his arm as a lightl blue magic circle forms at his hand. An icy spike would form and shoot towards her at a great speed, aimed at her shoulder rather than anywhere else incase she couldn't dodge it. He wasn't trying to kill her after all. This was a spell meant to be cast at long ranges to getting it off successfully at this range could result in some serious damage.*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "*Being out of breath, she couldn't muster the strength to roll aside and pulled her sword over her shoulder insead to deflect it. She just about managed it, but the spike shattering on the flat side of he blade, the shrapnel cut her hand that was over the blade on several places.*\n\n\"I... Think that'd be enough for now.\"\n\n*She said to him as she layed on the ground, panting. Not all fights started could be won... And it was better to stop before either of them got seriously hurt.*"
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{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Sai would seem confused. He was almost certain she could keep fighting but continuing while she's down would be no fun, maybe he'd get to see her true strength eventually. He'd walk over to her and offer her a hand.*\n\n\"It's been a while since I've fought one of our own. Sorry if I got too excited.*\n\n*He would seem genuine if she judged by his tone, though his face remained near emotionless.*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "*She took his hand with her uninjured one, not to get him bloody and pulled herself up.*\n\n\"Hey, no worries. I'd continue normally myself, but given we're not so familiar, I didn't want to risk it getting hostile. Maybe when we'll be less strangers we continue where we left off, yeah?\"\n\n*She asked him with a friendly smile. Seems like this was her way of offering to be friends.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"I was expecting an 'if' and not a 'when' we get familiar from you.\"\n\n*Once she's pulled herself up he'd lift his arm and look at the hole in his robe, pursing his lips in thought. Beneath she would be able to see the leather armor he was wearing, it wouldn't seem to have suffered any significant damage and has served it's purpose.*\n\n\"Hey, do you -always- fight in nothing but bandages?\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "*Her skin in the meantime returning to normal, she blinked at him twice surprised, as if she were unable to see his issue with it.*\n\n\"I mean... I guess? I sort of always have... They're cheap, nice to wear too if you tie them right. Why do you ask?\"\n\n*So... She really had no clue why he'd ask her about it. Given she's never even tried wearing armour in her life, she couldn't tell the difference. Really made one wonder how she's been a mercenary killing monsters and people alike without having as much as one greater scar on her body. Must've had damn good natural regeneration.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"Armor covers your blindspots. If you aren't prepared for an attack it will atleast not make it the last attack you take.\"\n\n*Obviously, despite not showing it what-so ever, he prefered her without armor as any guy would, but at the same time he didn't really care. Maybe telling the clueless Oni about armor will one day prevent her from dying, or maybe it won't amount to anything.*\n\n\"If the glacial spike came from behind you from 200 ft away, could your bandages take the hit?\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"I damn near parried it from 10 while out of breath on the ground.\"\n\n*She answered, letting out an annoyed sigh, raising her injured hand to look at it,*\n\n\"Maybe a pair of gauntlets wouldn't hurt for a change...\"\n\n*She mumbled to herself, returning her gaze to him with a sly smile.*\n\n\"But at least unlike someone, I actually listen to advice.\"\n\n*She'd gesture to the hole in his robe with a nod.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*He would scoff at her pointing out the hole in the robe, which would also cause him to look at it again. It really didn't look good now that it had a hole in it, did it. He would sigh and undo the small rope tying it at the top, then pull it off over his head. Beneath the robe would be a much more Oni-like body than his robe might have suggested, given it's oversized nature. He'd be wearing a leather chestplate, gauntlets and boots, while his pants were just loose harem pants.*\n\n\"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You get one mug of a drink of your choice on me for the hand. Then we're even.\"\n\n*He didn't really feel indebted to her and he doubted that she did either, but that would be an excuse to go to the tavern with someone for a change as he was rarely allowed to go during his training and when he did go, he went alone.*"
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"It really hurts. Your ice sure is no joke... Is one really going to compensate for all this suffering you've put me through?\"\n\n*Her tone gave away pretty clearly that she was jesting. Not that she would have minded him buying her more than just one of whatever she'd end up choosing. Free alcohol was always welcome for her after all.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "*Sai would grown in response, even though he knew she was joking. He'd stretch, cracking his neck. He didn't really have much use for the robe in his hand but at the same time he didn't just wanna throw it on the ground so he'd swing it over his shoulder and let it naturally rest there.*\n\n\"Didn't your parents tell you the tale of the greedy Azshka?\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "\"Hmm... Do fill me in.\" \n\n*She said, not being able to recall the story, though it did sound a little familiar to her. Given he brought it up as a response to her comment, she imagined it went something along lines of be greedy and you will die or some other negative things will occur. Eitherway it didn't seem like she'll get two free rounds. Shame.*"
},
{
"author": "elskele",
"message": "\"Something about a Pale Oni who wanted to be part of a society. Not a particularly interesting compared to some of the others out folk came up with. The Red Oni have some some nasty legends from what I've heard. Anyway. There were two morals to the story. One was don't get too close to the Macen and the other one was being greedy can get you killed.\"\n\n*He'd begin walking towards the city, turning his head back shortly after to make sure she was still following him and didn't decide to ditch him.*\n\n\"Obviously I'm not going to kill you. But wether I decide to get you more than one drink will depend entirely on you.\""
},
{
"author": "witheredwillow",
"message": "*As he took a glance behing him, he could see her following with her hands folded behind her head, looking about. Noticing him check if she was still there from the corner of her eyes, she offered him a toothy smile in return. It didn't take an expert to know she was a difficult person, wasn't being a prick anymore at least.*"
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{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "Alaric stood in front of an open fire in a tavern called Hopping Maiden. He hasn't found a permanent employer yet, but his skills had led him to a temporary stint in this tavern. He is currently watching over a suckling pig roast on top of the fire, rotating the spit occasionally to ensure that it is cooked evenly. He pursed his lips occasionally, his bushy, white, wolf tail wagging behind him from left to right in anticipation, drawing the attention of a few patron.\n\nThe chef is dressed in an apron with linen clothes behind, and seems to be well-dressed. His hair is white, long, and fair. \n\n\"Hmm... When will the pig be ready...\" He murmured to himself."
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\nThe door of the tavern swung open, letting in the wind of the continent along with the smell of the streets seep into the room. The one who had entered the room made their way towards the wooden counter of the bar, the heels of their boots tapping against the wooden floor of the establishment. \n\nChartreuse eyes peering the back of the chef, they stretched out a gloved hand on a stool underneath the counter, pulling it back before they swung them self softly on the furniture; the wave of heat from the furnace barely caressing their face. After settling themselves, they pulled back the emerald hood of the cloaklet off their head— locks of wheat and forest green hair framing the face of a young woman, who seems to have faux ears of a feline perched on top of her head. \n\nShe simply watched the white-haired chef keep his attention on the roast, her hands occupied with pulling her hair back from her hood before unslinging her one meter bow off her shoulders, setting it down on her right side carefully and securely.```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "Alaric's eyes was fixated on a drip of fat, rolling down the cheek of the suckling pig, slowly moving its way down to the fire below. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew toward his robe, lifting it up slightly.\n\n*Newcomer.*\n\nHe stood up from his hunched position, turning toward the heeled newcomer. His eyes met hers, and he immediately smiled at her, opening his mouth and waving, suppressing a thought inside him.\n\n*How long has she been staring at my bum?*\n\n\"Welcome to the Hopping Maiden Ma'am! Would you like some food, drinks or perhaps a room and a bath?\" He resumed his eager, happy smile, and blinked his eyes at her, glancing over at the bow next to her, then his eyes were drawn to the faux ears, before returning to her face."
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```css\nWith the chef turning, Feuryfaye had a good look on the tall man behind the counter. Her eyes glanced at the set of canine ears on the top of the short white bush known as his hair, then directing her orbs to stare back at the chef's own eyes. She opened her mouth to reply back to his warm welcome.\n\n\"Food and a drink, please.\"\n\nShe spoke in a voice with a veil of slight fatigue, leaning herself forward on the counter as she crossed her arms on the wood.```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The chef eagerly walked up to her from the counter, and then presented two menus to her. One was for drink, itemized, and the other for food, also individually itemized with clear pricing. For food, the tavern offered conventional dairy, egg and all type of domestic animals meat. Of course, savoury pies and grain were included. As expected for a tavern in Salvainia, it seems seafood were also in abundance.\n \nSome of the more special items includes \"Iced drink\" \"Sorbet\" \"Iced cream\" And \"Iced, raw fish\". For alcohol, the tavern seems to stock quite a variety of them, different type of ale, mead, beer, wine and even some spirits were available.\n\nA \"Special Premium Option\" Was listed as \"Removal of all food's energy from your food, for only 6 copper per chicken\" \n\n\"Food and a drink, what would you like ma'am? I can offer you the best iced cream in this part of town, or if you want something more homely, we have delicious gruel and refreshing drinks, iced too, at an affordable price. I can also perform a custom order.\""
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```css\nFeuryfaye kept her head up as the owner of the tavern presented the menus, her eyes scanning the contents of the board. The corners of her mouth slowly pulled down at each meat-based meals written on the menu, as if those were the only food available— fortunately, it proved false. The frown dissipated when she arrived at the Pie and Grain section of the menu. She moved a finger across the board, settling for a slice of the tavern's apple pie.\n\nAfter making her decision, she kept on reading the menu in case she decides to return, reaching the 'Special Item' section. She blinked at the listed meals, new to the existence of 'Iced cream' and a 'sorbet. She moved on towards the drink menu afterwards.\n\n\"Just water.\"```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The tavern's chef watched her go through the menu somewhat anxiously, tapping his feet against the floor beneath the counter, the noise from his tapping drowned out by the noises in the tavern.\n\nHe blinked as she pointed at the apple pie on the menu, wondering if that is an order, or just some quirk of her.\n\n\"Apple pie and water for 4 copper, right? Would you like your water iced or warm?\" He prepared to turn away and get to serving the food. The smell of baked, savoury, fragrant pie would reaches her nose from the kitchen."
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\n\"I'd like it iced, please.\"\n\nFeuryfaye replied back to the chef's question, a hand slipping into the pockets of her apparel. She took out a brown coin pouch from the compartment, setting it down on the counter in front of her, ready to pay as soon as the chef came back.\n\nWith her stomach growling at her from the smell of the pie, she stretched out her arms into the air; letting out a small yawn before retracting them back down. After a hours of walking through the wilds outside of the city, she finally got the opportunity to sit down. She would be asleep if it wasn't for the thought of strangers stealing her belongings.\n\nEyes fixated on the crackling flames of the furnace, she spent her time thinking of her business partner, listing the possibilities. Out with a prostitute? Not the type of man he is- maybe. Lost? No doubt.```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"On it, ma'am!\" \n\nThe chef replied smartly, and then turned around to the counter, taking out a jug of water stored in one of the cabinet, then, he took a large, half a litre mug and poured the water into it. He opened a box next, taking out a spade and shoving a few ice cubes from the box onto the large mug, cooling down the water. \n\nThe mug of pristine and chilled water would be placed in front of Feury. The chef turned around to serve another customer with a wine.\n\nTwo minutes later, a one point seven meters tall, curvy looking, fair-skinned kitsune with long brunette hair walked up from the kitchen, with a tray in her hand. She was dressed in a red-and-white set of robe, somewhat like a modified, more practical shrine maiden costume. She set down the tray in front of Feury, bowing to her graciously, smiling at the wood elf as she glanced upon her with her big, crimson eyes.*\n\n\"Your food, Ma'am.\" *The kitsune trailed off, before she returned to the kitchen, her nine tails fluttering in the air as she returned.*"
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\nShe only nodded at the chef, grasping the wooden mug with her right hand, feeling the cool temperature of the contents through the wooden barrier. She lifted the mug up to her lips, tilting her head back as she took a gulp; the cold water chilling her tongue and her throat as it washed down. \n\nSetting the mug back down, she wiped her mouth with the leaf green sleeves of her dress. Now hydrated, she watched the man change his attention to another patron. She diverted her own to something else interesting. \n\nAs time passed, the appearance of the voluptuous worker caught her attention; her eyebrows furrowing down at the sight. She kept the irritating image of the natural kitsune's body off her mind. When the kitsune placed the wooden tray on the counter, Feuryfaye simply mumbled a small thanks before pinching the fork with her right three fingers. She stabbed the corner of the pie with the prongs of the utensil, separating it from the base then stabbing it once more. \n\nLifting the piece from the tray and to her mouth, she closed her chartreuse eyes before popping it in. With that, she shut her mouth, savoring the taste of the pastry. The corner of her mouth simply pulled up, tilting her head to the side as she stared down at the slice. The bitter and sweet of the apple is balanced well enough for her to like it. And so, she took another piece from the pastry.```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "``` The pie was crunchy and well-baked, without a hint of soggyness, and well made. The Okamimi chef turned around from the patron he was serving as the kitsune minion walked in to serve her. He noticed that the girl seems to be irritated by her presence, and made a mental note that what works for vulgar men coming back after work, may not be to the taste of everyone else.\n\nWhile the elf stabbed the pie and tasted it, he started working on the dessert another patron had ordered. He took out the crushed ice and frozen cream, already mixed and beaten before by him, and added rosewater, a bit of sugar and even chocolate to it. Then he placed it in a nicely stained glass in front of the customer. \n\n\"Your sorbet, sir.\" \n\nHis attention returned to the wood elf, and he was eager for some feedback on his food. \n\n\"How is the pie Ma'am, would you like more food? ```"
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\nThe presence of the Kitsune simply made the Wood Elf self-conscious about her own physical body, not that she cares about what other people say.. Of course. \n\nFeuryfaye separated a piece from the pastry, her eyes staring down at the slice before popping another one inside her mouth; her teeth effortlessly crushing it down before she swallowed. Her true ears, ones that are beneath her unkept locks of green and yellow- ears with wires wrapped around the base connected to the faux feline ears perched on top of her head; flicked at the footsteps of the chef returning to the counter, the cat ears moving in his sight.\n\nWhen the chef asked for her opinion, she opened her mouth to reply in a soft voice, the wooden fork set on the tray as she straightened her posture on the stool. \n\n\"It's.. Good.\"\n\nSimple words. She wasn't one to comment on food verbally, and since her profession involves her moving to one place and another; and most places don't have a tavern such as this. Describing the taste of a pie is quite hard, since you're always eating shit along the road that your sense of taste can easily dissolve.\n\n\"Nothing, for now.```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "``` The chef seems oblivious to the concerns of the wood elf. Moments after the brunette kitsune returned to the kitsune, one just as gorgeous, with blue eyes and short white hair emerged to bring food to another group of patron.\n\nAlaric watched her eat the pie for a few seconds, before shying away his eyes, only to be drawn in by the truly intriguing set of ears moving together. \n\nHe nodded at the elf's short, simple reply. It was no good. No good for starting a conversation at all. Yet there ia no interesting patron around to talk to except this one.\n\n\"Not one for words are you? You are quiet for someone who is an adventurer. Do you happen to be looking for works around here?\" ```"
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\nInteresting patron? Feuryfaye could be seen as a part of the bland masses inside the tavern, suppose her choice in fashion seems to have caught the chef's attention. When the man tried to spark up a conversation, the wood elf decided to go through with it; it's been a while, speak to a bartender.\n\n\"Not exactly, I am waiting for a colleague.\"\n\nAnswered Feuryfaye, glancing at another voluptuous kitsune tending a mass. She fixed her attention back to the chef's face, opening her mouth to comment.\n\n\"Is this a knocking shop or do you have any men besides yourself?\"```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "``` Good question. That was something he could answer very well. \n\n\"A colleague, I suppose he is late, then.\" \n\nThe Okamimi answered curtly, and then looked at the kitsune, followed by Feurfaye.\n\n\"This is no knocking shop but a respectable eating establishment. I am not the owner, but a chef hired by him in his absence, in fact, there's two men in the kitchen.\" \n\nHe pointed at the kitchen, where Feuryfaye could see the kitsune working next t an oven. A man was boiling a stew inside, and another man is chopping up some vegetables, onions and garlics efficiently.\n\n\"But two of my workers are away and late. ```"
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\nHer eyes followed the direction where the chef had pointed- and indeed, there are male workers in the kitchen. With that, she returned her eyes back to the chef's orbs, an impassive expression like before settled on her face.\n\n\"Ah, I see.\"\n\nSilence slowly took over the conversation, Feuryfaye taking another piece from the pie then popping it in her mouth. She isn't reliable to generate new conversational topics, really.```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "``` Troubled for how to continue the conversation, the chef started tapping the table, before moving to serve another patron. As he poured over a drink of iced vodka for the patron, he tried to figure out another thing to ask.\n\nHe returned to the front of the not-neko a few minutes later\n\n\"Tell me about your feline ears, why such an accessory?\"\n```"
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\nA question like that is expected for the Wood Elf; it's strange, after all. From a distance, it looked convincing for some, but in this case it's just childish. Not to her though.\n\n\"Why not?\"\n\nAnother set of simple words came out of her mouth, her head slightly tilted to the side. In this moment, she took another piece from the pie, a quarter of it is left. Her addiction to cats is not understood, since it is mainly buried deep in her past which is seldom shared. \n\nThe things that are crucial in adventuring are funds, skill, and survival. Sharing your background is too bothersome.```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The Okamimi closed his hands together, troubled for word. Unable to find another topic, he closed his hands together, squeezing his fingers before replying.\n\n\"Very well then, I shall not inquire further. You are quite an... Interesting person to talk to.\"\n\nThe Okamimi returned to burying his head in work, eventually taking the suckling pig roast away and serving it to a customer in a private room in the back, before returning to wipe mugs on the counter.\n\n\"Truly nothing interest you?\""
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\nFeuryfaye noticed the hesitance of the chef's sentence, her eyebrows furrowing down slightly in response. She's quite self-aware that conversations with her are always a brick wall- and she did not mind it. The woman is only here to wait for her god damn colleague, wherever he is.\n\nPicking up the fork once more, she stabbed the pie with its wooden prongs. She lifted the pastry from the tray, finishing the pie with a single bite. Breaking the crust with her sharp teeth, she kept her eyes down on the tray, setting the wooden fork on the object. \n\nThe chef spoke again, her ears flicking at the sound of voice. Even after the conversation before, the man still tried to pick up another. \n\n\"..Tell me,\"\n\nWell, he did offer her something before.\n\n\"What jobs do you have in stock?\"```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The chef waited patiently for a response. It seems that his inquiry yielded results, as the girl finally asked him for a job.\n\n\"I do have some mundane works myself - I want to acquire the freshest ingredients around to be served in my restaurant. Unfortunately, the reward isn't very impressive - I'd pay 2 silver for each pound of salmon. However, I do know some friends of mine that have their own works in mind..\"\n\nHe turned toward a notice board behind him, and took a piece of note.\n\n\"Someone put a poster here saying that his daughter were kidnapped by men from another village, and wanted her rescued and would pay a grand sum. Another right here, say that a son of his has went wayward and wanted to join a group of local bandits for \"Adventure\". He want his son brought back alive and preferably not too injured, for a sum of 250 silver. Maybe you are capable of doing this?\""
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\nAn eyebrow rose up at the chef as soon as he voiced the miscellaneous task of fetch quests. It's a nice task to do along the way, but the reward is just too small. \n\nHer eyebrows however, knitted together when the Okamimi listed the crucial quests on the board. She leaned forward, her eyes set on the chef's face. A kidnapped daughter and a teenager(?) running away to join a band of marauders. Not knowing the whereabouts of her partner, she decided to go on by herself; earn a few coins.\n\nShe straightened her posture, closing her eyes to think before speaking.\n\n \"I believe I am capable of doing both of them, if their locations are close to each other.\"```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "As the chef expected, the girl wasn't interested in his fetch quest. No matter, not even he know how to find salmon around here - the climate's a bit too warm, and he have to source it from really expensive premium ice mage.\n\n\"Both of them... I'd suggest taking them one by one. Well, you see, I am not the one who give out the quest, I just relay it.\" \n\nHe took two pre-made copy of the notes on the notice board, and handed it over to Feuryfaye.\n\n\"This one's for rescuing the kidnapped daughter. The one who put out this bounty is Sir Johnson Gillemon, living in a large house - two storey with red brickwork, on the Cod Height Street. The other one, this one, is from Madam Eugen, who live in a tower in the Prince District of the city. No street address, but it is the only damn tower there.\""
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\n\"So they are both nobles..\"\n\nMumbled Feuryfaye, a hand grasping the yellow tinted paper softly in her grip. She quickly skimmed over the contents, her ears flicking at the sound of the chef's voice before she folded the item in her hands. She slipped it in her dress's pockets afterwards.\n\n\"Thank you for relaying it then.\"\n\nThe mercenary gave the bartender a small smile, pushing herself off the stool. She patted down the emerald green and ebony skirt from all the ripples on the cloth. Then, she took the coin pouch off the counter.\n\n\"Can you tell me your name, chef?\"```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"Not sure about the first one, but both are quite rich.\" \n\nHe nodded to acknowledge her thank.\n\n\"My name's Alaric, and yours? You haven't honoured me with your name yet, Madam.\""
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\n\"Feuryfaye Sagegrove.\"\n\nA very Wood Elf-ish name, hard to pronounce and having something nature-related. Something that would be normal for a Wood Elf. \n\n\"Well then, chef, I'll be heading off.\"\n\nWith that, she rose her hand before tilting it to the right, giving the man a wave before turning her whole body to face the exit of the tavern. She ambled her way towards the exit, swinging the door open.\n\n\"Good luck with your business.\"\n\nShe stepped out of the establishment.```*"
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"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\n~ ~ ~\n\nHer ebony boots tapped against the stone floor of the street, her appearance in contrast to the plain crowd surrounding her in all directions. She was swift in her feet, her locks of green and yellow drifting from her movement as she moved to the side, avoiding a large burly man.\n\nFeuryfaye's chartreuse eyes glanced off each building bordering the streets, in her right hand gripping the crumpled notes. There, she noticed the hanging sign from a wooden post; confirming that this street is indeed:\n\n[ Cod Height Street ]\n\n..Quite a strange name.```*\n\n\n*\"This one's for rescuing the kidnapped daughter. The one who put out this bounty is Sir Johnson Gillemon, living in a large house - two storey with red brickwork, on the Cod Height Street...\"*\n\n\n*```..Large house.\n\n..Red brickwork.\n\n..Two stories high.\n\nWith her eyes squinted, she nodded to herself; sure that this is the correct location. The design fits the description the chef had listed. Pocketing the notes inside her dress, Feuryfaye let out a sigh as she adjusted the position of her bow. \n\nAmbling her way towards the door, she gripped the lever then pulling it back- only to knock it against it two times before letting go. She crossed her arms over her chest, straightening her posture as to look professional, her feet shuffling together.\n\nThere, she waited patiently.```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The Cod Height were clearly full of affluent and well to do people. The wide street were well drained with sewer line on both side, and well-made cobblestone pavement. The buildings here, despite their old age, were all well maintained, with many of them having their own distinct style.\n\nThe house in front of her looked quite ordinary amongst the building here, if not somewhat desolate, due to how plain its red brickwork was compared to the other lavishly decorated building. A large double wooden door, covered by a marble arch and a three-step stairway, stood in front of her between the building's interior and herself.\n\nThe door creaked open in front of her, and an old, clean-shaven Macen man, with white, dense, bald hair covering his head, dressed in a brown waistcoat, white shirt and brown pants, answered the door.\n\nHe opened his mouth, his voice cracking as he did so.\n\n\"Hello, what are you here for?\""
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\nShe scanned the old man up and down before focusing her green eyes at the old Macen's face, brushing a lock of green behind her ear. \n\nThe man looked nothing like she had imagined him to be. Though from the looks of his home, he seemed to be a citizen with a moderate amount of coin in his pockets— less he considers that look than most nobles decide to present themselves.\n\n\"You are in need of looking for-\"\n\nShe dug a hand through hew pockets once more, grabbing hold of the crumpled note; unfolding the object to present it at the old Macen.\n\n\"-your daughter, correct?\"\n\nTilting her head to the side, she awaited a confirmation from the Macen. From the crack of his voice, it seemed he is the contractor.```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The old man glanced at the note she took out. Then he interjected.\n\n\"My daughter.\" He spoke at the same time as the elf in front of her.\n\n\"You are an adventurer right? Who referred you?\""
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\nBlinking, she took the note away afterwards. Clearing her throat, she replied.\n\n\"A chef offered me it.\"\n\nFeuryfaye has seemingly forgot the Okamimi's name, and thus she simply referred to him as 'Chef' due to his apron.```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"Oh, a chef, there's a few in the city..\" \n\nThe old man leaned on the frame of the door, extending a hand toward the handrail on the stairway to support himself, and then scratched his head.\n\n\"...No matter, I am willing to pay eight gold for the safe retrieval of my daughter. A group of villain kidnapped her when she was shopping in the market, and sent me a ransom note. They want me to deliver sixty gold of ransom to them at the market tomorrow.\" \n\nHe gulped and then continued.\n\n\"I'll deliver the ransom, and then you follow to make sure they make good on their deal... And then..\"\n\nThe Macen placed his hand flat horizontal to his neck, and then drew it across, hoping that the adventurer will understand."
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\n\nHer ears tilted to the left. Eight gold to retrieve a soul. Feuryfaye nodded at the old man, taking another step back as the Macen laid a hand on the railing. \n\nCrossing her arms over her chest, she took in the details of the job, her eyes fixated on his flesh-wrinkled face. Kidnapping is a common job, the Wood Elf not having much tasks involving such. When the old man declared that it is to be held inside the market, she quirked a brow.\n\nShe held the questions for later.\n\n- \n\nShe understood the man's gesture very clearly, a small frown appearing on her soft fair-skinned face a split second before an impassive line replaced it. Cocking her head to the side, she opened her mouth to make the man clarify.\n\n\"I assume it will be held in the alleys of the market?\"````*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The old man noticed the frown on her face, and decided to change his plan a little bit.\n\nThe old man nodded tiredly,\"Yes. And if they can be captured alive, it would be better. I just would like my ransom back.\""
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\nFeuryfaye much prefers the non-lethal option of course, though there's no guarantee that all of them would walk alive. What only comforted her is the old man voicing it.\n\n\"..Alright, just tell me what time of day it would be held.\"```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"Tommorow afternoon half pass two, she is supposed to be handed back to me afterward at a house in one of the slum district. I don't trust them.\" \n\nThe old man pursed his lips briefly.\n\n\"I'd like you to follow me without showing yourself, and be ready to intervene if they do anything funny.\""
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\nHer ears leaned back as she nodded her head. \n\n\"I'll make sure you'll leave unscathed- and with your daughter.\"\n\nShe hopes so.\n\n Turning her body, she nodded once more at the old man; ready to depart from the scene. She'll be in the market exactly what the old man said. \n\nShe stepped down from the stairs of the building, giving the Macen a wave before walking off.```*"
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"author": "ansari",
"message": "**Early in the morning, the next day**\n\nThe house did not change at all from the day before. The streets are empty, save for a Macen couple jogging in the street, and a family packing their belongings into a wagon."
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\n\nThe smell of morning dew danced in the air, roosters walking about as they let out a cawk. Feuryfaye had her hood on, her long bow slung behind her as she peered the door of the house with her green eyes.\n\nShe had woken up three hours earlier, her eyes rid of any fatigue while she stood ten feet away from the household. She is currently waiting for the old man to come out to start the job, her arms crossed over her chest as she lightly tapped the floor with her right foot.```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "There was no response from the house for a while. Ten minutes after she appeared in front of the house, someone opened the curtain on one of the room upstair. The old man peeked out of the window, and waved at her from above.\n\nFive minutes later, the old man would appear with an exceptionally large waistcoat. His shirt and pants looked thicker than they should be, and the vague shape of a blade could be made out from the side of his coat.\n\nHe tightened his coat.\n\n\"Good morning. Please keep me safe.\""
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\nHer eyes darted towards one of the windows on the second floor of the house, seeing the man peeking out of it. She raised her right hand, waving it slightly before dropping the limb back down to her side. \n\nShe scanned the man's apparel after he came out of the household, her attention fixating back to his face when he began to speak. Feeling his worries, she replied.\n\n\"Don't worry, I'll make sure they won't bother you again.\"```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The old man paused briefly before replying.\n\n\"Thank. You.\" \n\nHe adjusted his coat and spent a minute anxiously adjusting his clothes and arranging his hair. Then, he walked toward the market district without looking back.\n\nIt took the old man ten minutes before he reached one of the market district. Empty stalls were strewn out across the side of the ship, with proper storefront arranged in a neat row behind them. There were many winding streets and alley, and the old man turned into one of them.\n\nThe alley was some forty feet long, and led directly into a spacious opening filled with cargoes between some buildings, another split was made to the right. The alley was six feet wide, and there are no people in sight. The buildings themselves are mostly two or three storeys with an attic.\n\nThe old man waited outside the alley, peering backward to ensure he cannot spot Feury in the open."
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\nOf course, she it's not actually promised- just used to ease the old man.\n\nShe let her employer pass her first, waiting at least twelve seconds before tailing the man. She was in a safe twenty feet away, her green eyes fixed on his form. If she loses the man, she'll just have to jog closer.\n\nTen minutes pass, Feuryfaye entered the a section of the market. Barely anyone is out at this time. She hurried her walk, her eyes glancing around the area before spotting the man waiting outside of an alley. She ambled her way to the wall outside of the alley, leaning against the brick.\n\nThere, she slung her long bow off her shoulders. Her left hand held the bow while her right slipped out an arrow.```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The old man didn't spot Feury, and took a deep breath as he walked into the alley. He stood next to the opening that led away from the alley, and turned toward the left. He can be observed from the outside in this position.\n\nA few minutes later, he started conversing with someone in the opening. After a minute of conversation, he turned his attention onto something else in the valley, and expressed visible joy. \n\nHe opened his coat and reached for the gold within, and handed it to a young looking Macen man. The Macen man backed out of sight, and started counting the money. The old man stayed still, still fixated on the thing he found earlier."
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\nFeury peeked from the wall, spotting the old man within the alleyway; talking. The kidnappers are here, then. Her ears flicked as they picked up sounds of conversation.\n\nSure that this is when she is to intervene, her eyes drifted down towards her bow. She nocked the arrow upon the drawstring, letting it lay. She closed her eyes gently, inhaling the filthy air of the alley before she spoke.```*\n\n\" « Gar-, naeg, baur — Embrace of Stricting Thorns.\"\n\n*```\nFrom these uttered words, a cloak of crackling green covered the nocked arrow. With the bolt ready, she took another small peek.```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "Now that Feury is closer to the alley, she could overhear some of the conversations taking place in the quiet alley.\n\n\"That is enough, right?\"\n\"I'm sure you have more, old man, eighty for your gal, bring more.\"\n\"We agreed on sixty.\"\n\"Eighty, I saw you carried more than sixty gold, old man.\"\n\nThe old man grimaced and furrowed his eyebrows, reaching for his coat slowly. Feury would not be seen until she round the corner on the alley. Should Feury reveal herself at this time and look into the alley, she would see:\n``` A young, fit, bearded man carrying an arming sword just three feet in front of the old man.\nOn the side - A pair of young teenagers, both carrying swords.\nA binded and gagged young, brunette, blonde woman restrained behind the teenagers.```\nNone of the armed men are armoured, and they were wearing light linen clothings."
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*``` \nShe pursed her lips as she listened in, her grip on the arrow and drawstring tight. Seeing this as a great time to interfere, she pushed herself off the wall, entering the alleyway.\n\nThere, she sees a bearded man near her employer; accompanied by two.. Teenagers at the side. And at the back, is the old man's daughter. Raising the long bow, she aimed the armament towards the one near to her employer.\n\nShe pulled the drawstring back with ease as an enchantment took care of such trouble, the green bolt glowing bright as the drawstring reach its limit. At this point, Feuryfaye is struggling to keep it straight.\n\nFurrowing her eyebrows, she tilted the bow slightly to the right. She dragged her right foot behind her left before releasing the green bolt; targeting the band leader.```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "As Feury revealed herself, the bearded man quickly drew his sword.\n\n\"What is thi-\" \n\nHis speech were interrupted by the released arrow, as it flew straight toward his torso, cutting through his clothing to reach his flesh. The arrow burrowed through his body, collapsing his lung before coming partially out the other side, the arrow was only stopped by the vines from its back.\n\nThe vines travelled from the arrow and binded his arms, and he dropped his sword onto the ground feebly.\n\n\"...Gu... Urgh..\" He was struggling to speak, as blood gushed forth from his wound, the man fell down, unable to move as he bled out.\n\n\"Ambush!?\" The two other young man drew their sword, and then looked toward their hostage, followed by the elf and the old man. The old man reached for the bearded man's sword, picking it up with remarkably nimbleness for his age.\n\nOne of the young man guarding the daughter immediately held his sword to the daughter's neck.\n\n\"Don't do anything funny!\""
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\nFeuryfaye cursed at herself from the outcome of her swing, lowering her armament down. It seems she picked the wrong time to intervene— should have waited for them to hand over the daughter first.\n\nOnly the teenagers are left. A shame the one died. With the bandit using the girl as a body-shield, the Archer couldn't get a clear shot with her bow. With her bow aimed down, she frowned at the pair before speaking.\n\n\"Please,\"\n\nShe doubt the two would listen to her. She slipped out another from the quiver behind her, her eyes still fixated on the two; more specifically the boy holding the girl hostage.\n\n\"Release her, and I won't bother you two.\"```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The old man seems to be quite nervous, and lowered his sword, pointing at the ground. Clearly, he did not like the idea of his daughter having a sword to her throat.\n\nThe two teenagers weren't too intent on continuing, and looked around the opening for an exit - it happens that there was another alley way leading away from this opening, where the hostage takers seems to have came from.\n\nThey stood up, with one of the teenager grabbing the woman by the waist and yanking her back, while the other kept their sword ready. They backed off toward the other alleyway. They don't seems intent on giving up their human shield."
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\nFeury watched the two scurry off, tapping the side of the arrowhead against her leg. She'll wait for them to run off.\n\nShe glanced at the old man before returning her attention back to the two teenagers. She took four steps back, her left hand still taking hold of the bow while the opposite had an arrow. She could do nothing but wait for the moment.```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The teenagers continued to back off, until they were sure they were safe. Then, once they backed off some ten feets into the alley, they looked at eachother, nodded, then ran backward. \n\nIn the hurry of the moment, one of the teenager left a shallow cut on her neck as they ran backward. Now it is up to Feury to do something. Or nothing, as the old man seems to be rushing to his daughter."
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*```\nFeury, rather than rushing forward, walked towards the wall of the alleyway. She slung the long bow around her shoulders, sliding the arrow back inside the quiver.\n\nShe set a foot on the wall, then a hand on one of the bricks poking out of the wall. With a grip on the wall, she hauled herself up before placing her free hand on the surface. She stretched out her left hand and leg up against the wall, hauling herself up with ease.\n\nOnly seven seconds pass before she finally reached the roof of the building, her eyes darting down at the two teenagers fleeing the area. If she had waited for a few more seconds- after they delivered the girl, this wouldn't have happened.\n\nSlinging the bow off her shoulders, she took five steps back on the sloped roof before sprinting forwards. As she reached the edge, she bent her right leg before jumping forward; reaching the neighboring building. There, she began tailing the remaining bandits,```*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "From Feury's vantage point it was clear that the teenagers were running toward the slum district of the city. The seas of well-built buildings, interrupted by occasional orderly, large squares were replaced by denser and more disorderly building in the direction they were running at.\n\nHer preys was unaware that they were being stalked from above, and continued running away. By the time Feury reached the roof, they would be at the end of the alley, then they looked back to see Feury and the old man gone. \n\n\"Let's go back home.\" They continued their run, running into yet another long, meandering alley. A hundred feet away was another market square that was devoid of people. Feury could follow them there quite easily."
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"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "\"Tch... Still no work, eh?\"\n\nA frustrated grunt sounded from the male's lips as he looked over the bounty board. A rather empty bounty board, at that. He was a bounty hunter by trade, and there were few things in this world that hurt more than seeing no open contracts. He wasn't particularly desperate for silver at the moment; his pockets were lined well enough for the time being anyways. But... More never hurt anybody, right?\n\nHis hand slipped into the holster on his left leg, idly playing with the dagger held within. So *Boring.* He needs a contract soon, lest he go and incite a riot in the tavern for the fun of it."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*Upon a closer look at the bounty board, it seems there were one or two good posting amongst the metaphorical garbage that lined the board. One of them didn't have any exact pay listed, or a large bounty on it, and is easy to miss on a first or second pass.*\n\n\"Northern Chieftain seeking mercenaries to journey north and defeat elven raiders. Pay: Twenty silver or more per day, plus looting right. See Mister Zerkim inside. Will arrange transportation to. Transportation back must be self-arranged - Will provide help.\"\n\n*Inside the town hall was a conveniently seated Qua, waiting for new adventurers to send off to the north.*\n\n*Of course, no one exactly know what Mister Zerkim look like, so if the bounty hunter needed help, perhaps he could ask one of the few idling guard snacking in the courtyard.*"
},
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"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "\"...Hm?\"\n\nWell, isn't that a pretty little thing? His free hand went to run along the aforementioned bounty posting, and he could feel the corners of his lips tug into a toothy smirk. Well... The pay was certainly questionable. Silver's silver, though, and considering looting is fair game, this should be something he can't pass up. Very well then!\n\nWith a chuckle, the bounty hunter snatched the posting from the board, folding the paper up and into his satchel. Alrighty, first things first: finding this Mister Zerkim character. He sauntered over to the one of the guards on duty. Turn on the charm, nice and easy now!\n\n\"Ahem. Pardon me, my good man. 'm currently looking around for a Mister Zerkim around 'ere. You wouldn't be willing to point me in his direction now, would ya?\""
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The paper, once torn off, turned out to be surprisingly fragile, as several tears appeared before it was folded up. Can't people make bounty posting with good quality paper nowaday?\n\nThe guard was a normal looking Macen male, though he looked a bit thin for the job - Not that a town garrison always get to choose from the best man. He took out a hankerchief and wiped his face, and then pointed at the door.\n\n\"He is one of the two bugman in there, big brown antenna, cannot be missed. Sits near front desk all day.\""
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"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "...Well darn. Can't be that hard to get quality bounty paper, right? Whatever, we'll cross that bridge when we get there.\n\n\"Ah, right. Thanks for the tip, bruv. Good day to ya!\"\n\nHe gave the guard a mock salute, though there was a bit of genuine respect for his fellow man in the action. Now then, to work! The man slipped through the door, eyes scanning the area until they rested on his intended target.\n\nYup, big brown antenna. Qua... No. Best not to let biases get in the way here. He's here for the promise of coin, nothing more and nothing less. Putting on a winning grin for the seated Qua, he made his approach.\n\n\"Mister Zerkim, I presume?\""
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"Bruv?\" The guard replied, in apparent confusion at what this strange, new, foreign word meant. The guard nodded awkwardly back at the mercenary when he saluted.\n\nThe Qua turned toward the mercenary and \"Smiled\", though the gesture is barely recognizable due to his not-so-humanoid face. His antenna seems to be clicking quite happily, however.\n\n\"Yes yes, I Mister Zerkim. You looking for good work? I have good work, many fighting up north, me ship you north, you do fighting, you get silver, yes?\""
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{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "Strange... Definitely an accurate way to describe his speech patterns. Shows he's not from around here, at the very least.\n\nDespite the butchered sentence fragments making him slightly cringe, at least the Qua knows when to get down to business. The bounty hunter nodded in compliance, jerking a thumb to his chest with pride.\n\n\"Correct. Milo Ribssi, at your service, mate. You have my word this job'll get handled right quick. Of course, I do have to ask, is this a solo job? Or am I going to have some... Companions?\"\n\nMore like leeches. The more people that take this quest, the less silver he earns by splitting the profits. Of course, they could prove to be effective meatshields... But this isn't his job, isn't it?"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "Indeed, the Qua was not very good at the common language. After all, one does not have much need for it up north, in the wild west of Drase.\n\n\"Milo Ribssi, yes. I pay twenty silver per day, maybe thirty if you very good. I ship you up north, and you get looting right. But of course, we need making of money for operations, so we take a bit of charge from loot you sell, perhaps one-tenth. Fair?\"\n\nThe Qua pondered a bit about his question,\"Yes, we have many other we hire for this. But we ship you up north and it up to you to group with people. We want you to go with our tribesman, and maybe other adventurer.\"\n\n\"Pointy Elf slavers always come together, you never fight alone, else you sold in market. Kins pirates all over the sea, too.\""
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"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "So it's almost a requirement to have to group up with someone. Dammit... Ah well. Maybe a bit of haggling might convince Milo's companion to agree to a 70/30 split. Either way, that's best saved for when the journey begins.\n\nHe gave a understanding nod to Zerkim, and a hand went to his chin as he began to ponder the intricacies of the assignment.\n\n\"Very well. Are we to be departin' immediately, Mister Zerkim?\""
},
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"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"You may, I see and recruit many people here, but ships always run. I arrange you free ticket to northern town - Free city where they say neutral, and we house many mercenaries.\"\n\n*He produced a stamped piece of paper from his pocket and pointed at a group of rag-tag adventurers gathered outside. Most of them look a bit inexperienced.*\n\n\"You follow them, they taking ship to north. I tell ship master to pay you one hundred silver after we arrive, then we start paying you for each day you actually fighting. Is fair deal, yes?\"\n\n*The piece of stamped paper seems to be a ship ticket, or perhaps a promise to take you up north.*\n\n*Hmm... One could not help but wonder if they'd run into pirate on the way.*"
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"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "Pirates were an ever present problem, it seems. After all, they practically owned the seas, so it was fair to assume that the possibility was there. But no risk, no reward as they always say! Milo grabbed the ticket and held it in between his fingers, letting it slip through then before pocketing the paper.\n\nDetails were procured, payment has been discussed, and now the fun can begin! His grin returning in full force, Milo bowed to the Qua with a flourish and a chuckle. To the door!\n\n\"A fair deal indeed, mate. I look forward to workin' with you. Until we meet again, yeah?\""
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"Until we meet again, yes.\" *The Qua answered and nodded, letting him leave without any issue. Right after that, another adventurer walked in to talk with him. It seems they are hiring quite a lot of people.*\n\n*The leader of the group outside was also a Qua, but well armed, with a pair of spears on his back, a sword, and a kite shield hanging on his side. He was armoured in half-plate too.*\n\n\"Hello, Zerkim send you with me. We take ship at the dock, come with like the rest of you.\"\n\n*He turned around quickly and starting leading them away. They'd eventually arrive in front of a large carrack at the dock, with a human captain. It seems they have chartered a ship for this journey. Unsurprising, as northern tribe are not known for shipbuilding skills.*"
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "Quite a wide variety of mercenaries we have here, eh? A whole smorgasbord of adventurers wanting to make a name for themselves, get payed and revel in glory. Quite frankly, it was a bit much... But the focus is on the coin right now. Only the coin.\n\nGiving a silent nod to the Qua leading them, he stepped in line and began to meander forth. The ship caught his eye almost immediately, and he gave a low whistle upon spotting it. Praise be that this was crafted by human hands; lord knows what could happen if that weren't the case!\n\n\"*What a beaut...*\""
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"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The crewmember lowered a boarding plank and the adventurers started to board the ship. They were assigned into mostly meagre, but decent bunks, better than some of the rank-and-file crewmember for sure. The ship was armed with two springald on the top deck, with magical projectiles laying down by the side - heavily armed by normal ship standard, though like most ships in Drase, it relies a lot on boarding action..*\n\n\"Comon aboard, quick.\" *The Qua said. Milo could probably go onboard, take a decent bunk, and have an uneventful journey up north. After all, the fellow adventurers don't seem too talkative...*\n\n*Unless... They encounter pirates?*"
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{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "\"Right right, keep your antennas on bruv...\"\n\nSomewhat failing to mask the annoyance in his tone, Milo swiftly boarded the vessel and made his way to his quarters. They don't wanna talk? Fine! Not like he needs the company anyways, only in it for the silver. Seeing as how there's no one in the mood to chat, the bounty hunter found a bunk, claimed it as his own and allowed sleep to claim him for the time being.\n\nSooner they get there, the better..."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*Like nearly all ships of the time, the ship mostly hugged the coastline as it sailed east along Salvainia's coast, stopping at the last Salvainian port to take in some fresh fruits and produces. After that, it turned straight north into the open ocean, avoiding border with hostile border states.\n\nThe first three days of ocean sailing were very smooth, with nothing happening at all. The ship was sailing quite quickly, thanks to the strong wind of early autumn, and a proto-storm building up in the area.*\n\n**Early in the morning, roughly 6:00 AM.**\n\n*While most of the adventurers were asleep, or having very early breakfast, suddenly, a bell started to ring loudly on the ship. Someone could be heard yelling outside, but the cabin muffled the voice completely. Soon, other adventurers would start to relay the message.*\n\n\"SHIP SIGHTED! SHIP SIGHTED! SHIP SIGHTED!\""
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"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "*Thunk!*\n\n\"Ai! Bloody hell, what the... A ship?\"\n\nThe ringing of the bell, coupled with the sudden shouting, made Milo jolt out of his bunk and onto the floor. Niiiice. He quickly recovered though, seeing as how there was apparently no time to lose. He slung his satchel over his back, grab the remaining equipment of his and dashed out of the bunks posthaste.\n\nNow on the deck, he took in the scene. Adventurers running to and fro, preparing for the inevitable as the other ship began its approach. Right, stay calm... Don't panic. First off, let's find the captain."
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"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The other bunks in his room were empty, and some of the chests used to store equipments were haphazardly opened, with some of its contents scattered all over. Clearly, everyone else has been equipping themselves in the hurry.\n\nThe Captain seems to be shouting commands from the wheel. Over to the side was a smaller carrack with a lower fore and aft castle, built much like a \"Razee\" Frigate of later time in our world. It was catching up to the ship from behind, and its upper deck seems to be overcrowded with armed Qua. The ship is roughly eight hundred meters away to the side, with its bow facing the transport and would close in fifteen minutes... This will be a tense wait. It is directly approaching with the wind behind.*\n\n\"Arm yourself! We've got pirate!\" The Captain shouted the (somewhat) obvious. \n\nFour well-armoured crewmember walked over to the springalds, and evacuated everyone else from it. They started to twist the machine, and then loaded bolts onto them. When a large wave crashed into the ship, turning the deck upward, the crewmember let out one bolt.*\n\n\"SHORT!\" *Another crew yelled out as it missed. The other springald adjusted. It missed, too.*\n\n\"SHORT!\""
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{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "\"For the luv 'a... Couldn't have a nice, quiet voyage to our destination now, couldn't we?\"\n\nNow isn't the time for sarcasm, it's the one for action! Milo reached back and unsheathed his lance from its holster. He used it to hoist himself off the upper deck and towards the lower ground. His eyes scanned the ship approaching their rear. Damn, not much time... He looked to the wheel in desperation.\n\n\"Cap'n! Any way we can lose these bastards in the storm?!\""
},
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"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The Captain took a while before he responded, being too busy moving the ship to shoot at the other one.*\n\n\"Nay! Too fast! It's got more sails and less castle than us!\" \n\n*When the boarding action do happen, however, the transport would have the high ground. But the other ship seems to be packed full of pirates. Overcrewed at a high speed, operating from coastal base - typical pirate modus operandi.*\n\n*The springald let out another volley, and as expected, it missed. It seems it would have plenty of chance to shoot until the other ship approach, however.* \n\n\"Grab ye self a crossbow or something from the armoury! Maybe a shield too, better than nothing!* \n\n*Like all carracks, this transport has a prominent aft and fore castle, and some adventurers are already setting up shooting position for the inevitable boarding.*"
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "Yeah, yeah that works. Anything to help make sure they don't get absolutely *Slaughtered* By these pirates. Throwing the captain a thumbs-up, Milo sheathed his lance and made a beeline for the armory. Not much time left before they start coming aboard!\n\nHe careened into the bowels of the ship until the armory was in sight, deft hands going to search through the area. A crossbow and shield, obviously, but what else can we find down here?"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*There was a few munition-grade goat's foot lever crossbow laying around, along with bolts of appropriate weight and size for the crossbow. Laying around were also almain rivet armour. The armour seems to be cheaply made, but of decent quality, and is stamped with the flag on the ship.\n\nThe armour won't fit exactly well on Milos, but would protect his upper frontal thigh, arm and torso from any attack.\n\nThere were also skullcap laying around. But anything's better than nothing.\n\nKite shields and heater shields were all over the place, there were several more immobile pavise, suitable as a platform to shoot from behind, but not as a combat shield*"
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"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "Hmmm... For starters, Milo will only take the torso armor. He prefers to be kept lightweight anyways, so the rest of the armor would just slow him down.\n\nNext, the shield. He went for one of the kite shields, once more for keeping himself as light as possible. Defense and speed is always a plus. Finally, he took up one of the crossbows and filled his satchel with however many bolts he could at the moment.\n\nThat should suffice! For now, he dashed back up to the deck of the ship and peered out. What's the situation?"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The other ship seems to have approached very closely after the armoury trip, which presumably took most of the 15 minutes he had.\n\nNow the ship was somewhat close, at 250 meters away, and some projectiles were already being exchanged, with a strong archer or two shooting at the ship and missing most of their shots, and two adventurers on the transport doing likewise. Everyone on the deck is now behind some sort of cover, and one could hear the Qua on the pirate ship banging their weapons against their shields now.*\n\n*The springald let out another volley, and this time, one of the shot hit, sending a bursting cloud of flame into the enemy ship, which was quickly put out, but not before burning two of their rank severely.*"
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"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "Alright, to battle! If these pirates want a fight, they'll get it and then some! Milo quickly dashed towards cover, using the acquired shield to scurry behind a wall. He goes to snap his fingers in front of his eyes, **Activating his All Seeing Eyes** In order to better target foes.\n\nThe sclera in his eyes now a bright golden, Milo peeked out from his shield and readied his crossbow, in the hopes of scoring a direct hit on one of these poor fools."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The enemy ship continued to close in, and is now some one hundred and fifty meters away. It seems they are close to colliding with eachother. Milos had the high ground thanks to the transport carrack being taller. There isn't any particularly outstanding target, only a sea of Qua formed up in a multi-rank deep shieldwall, armed with mace and cheaply made sword, and two-handed shields. Almost all of them had helmet, and a select few some sort of metallic breastplate. The pirates clearly weren't the best equipped of the bunch..\n\nThe ship is still a bit far away, but Milo could probably just let loose a shot and possibly hit someone.*"
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "Well, can't hurt to try, can't it? The male squinted and picked a random target. A warning shot, so to speak. And with that, he pulled on the trigger to let his shot fly!"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The bolt flew over to the other ship, and although it might be hard to identify whose bolt hit who, his bolt managed to hit a Qua in the thigh, forcing him down to the ground. He could see some sort of comrade drag him back to be healed by a magical healer.*\n\n*After another brief volley, the other ship suddenly closed in rapidly, aided by a gust of wind. Before one knew it, both ship collided, and the pirates on the other ship threw hooks to keep them together, while those armed with ranged weapons took shots as the pirates exposed themselves away from the cover of their shield.*\n\n\"FORM UP! SHIELD WALL!\" *The Captain ordered, and the adventurers, mercenaries and crewmembers started to form up their own shield wall at the side of the ship, while those with ranged weapons continued to rain down hell.*\n\n*What would Milo do?*"
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{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "Hm... Might as well continue to rain down cover fire. No sense in risking his own hide! ...Just yet, anyways. For now, whilst his perception boost is still in effect, Milo aimed towards where the pirate was taken away to be healed. And... He fired!"
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{
"author": "knotknotty",
"message": "Dejected from an era long passed a boy garbed in ragged coarse white fabric seemed to be stained by time itself its' once pure white color would soon sap away into a frayed yellow splattered in his own blood flakes of dull crimson laced upon the cloth which hung loose upon his shoulder its' archaic style seemed foreign toward what most wore during the common medieval age. Glittering speckled diamonds shone through the hatches cracked jaw barely unhinged at the behest of the eyes' which did burn with faded vitality barely clinging within their vacant gaze, toward those whom peered within this peculiar creatures direction would be left only to assume the youthful sprout stowed himself aboard the vessel scampering about his meek form acting as one with the foaming ravenous vermin. \n\nHarkened toward the erupting thunder which sung against the crisp boundless sea shattering an otherwise blissful evening whittling away at the hours; shied away from those whom bore the flickering candle of vigor a pounding heart thundering within their bones. Laced with others whom were foreign toward the ancient creature ducking his nose beneath the decks boards witnessing chaos unfold, a wretched splay splattered within his listless barren pupils within his wilting grey garden the\n\nYouths' mouth ushered a slight verse against his lips. Pronouncing an ethereal voice to pitch upon absent strings \"O' betwixt thee grey garden a blight did seed within thine still form... Hark were t'were the vibrant crimson pedals that doth flutter from thine hand... T'would beauty spread thine life cross a dirt covered sea? N-n-nay... There tisn't life upon thine sea fattened with a clever guise to hide thee listless grey beneath..\" Hunkering his form lower the youth whom sung betwixt their bloodthirsty bellows' did not seek to engage within their conflict within his hallow chest the mere glimpse of crimson painting the deck was enough to cause a shudder from his lips, a familiar display something meant to keep buried within his grey garden."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The munition crossbow was surprisingly accurate, and a deadly bolt was sent flying toward the pirate being dragged away. The bolt landed firmly in his comrade's unprotected guts, green, viscous blood splashing out as the good samartian took a gut shot, falling into the ground with a painful scream - though it is barely audible amongst all the voices of combat. The pirates quickly realized their mistake, and two of the shield-equipped comrade immediately covered them up.\n\nAfter Milo loosened his shot, two of the opposing crossbowmen took aim at him. There would be plenty of time to take cover behind his shield before they shot out their bolts, however.\n\nThe ship shook again, and the two shield wall closed in, one could hear the clashing of shields, spears and weapons. The fight is slow and it seems it hasn't degenerated into a melee yet... But the pirates outnumber the adventurers greatly."
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "Ah-hah! A clean shot! Excellent. By the looks of things, he can probably get one more off before things take a turn towards Mêlée Combat. So with that in mind, Milo readies one more crossbow bolt and took aim towards the side of the ship, where the hooks were being tossed. If he can take out one of the boarding party, that might slow down their advance a bit! So he lets a bolt loose in that direction."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The bolt travelled toward the boarding party, and thanks to Milos supernatural speed, he managed to hit one of their member in the arm, giving them a nasty cut and disabling temporarily. Unfortunately, there were too many of them boarding to make a material effort. But every bit counts.\n\nThe pirates started jumping and boarding the transport in drove, ramming their shields aggressively. The adventurers were better equipped and armed, casting fireballs and swinging around their weapons to repel them, cutting a few of the piratesdown. But eventually, the sheer weight of number of the pirates crushed through the adventurer's formation, and the fight on the deck quickly descended into a chaotic melee, with the adventurer making a fighting retreat toward the aftcastle.\n\nIt looks like Milos has to join the fight himself, as two Qua equipped with a pair of spears in their upper arm, a sword in their lower right, and a kite shield on the last approached him. Unarmoured with only a helmet, but Qua should never be underestimated..."
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"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "Well, this is certainly a problem. They're fast, too fast. He needs a way to slow down their reaction time... For now, Milo sheathed his lance and grabbed hold of his shield. If he's gonna be attacked he might as well try and reduce the damage he can take."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "To the left, you could hear the guttural roar of a Mogash, and the clashing of a large bladed weapon against the Qua 1 (the one on the left)'s shield. A large, burly looking, well-armoured Mogash adventurer seems to be engaged in combat with one of the Qua, relieving Milo of the pressure of dealing with two Qua at once... This one is still going to be tricky, however.\n\nThe Qua continued his charge, slamming into Milo in an attempt to knock him down. Whether it succeed or not, he moved his shield to the side, following up with a diagonal slash from right to left with his sword. His spears poked at the air above Milo pointlessly."
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "The charge certainly had Milo staggered to say the least, and he very nearly tripped over his own feet as a result. However, he thrusted his shield towards the sword slash to halt the Qua's advance.\n\nOkay, so that Mogash got rid of one threat, but one more still remains... Think!\n\nNeeding a means of taking this guy down a peg, Milo reached into his satchel and grasped tight onto a throwing knife. He took a breath in, and seeing the Qua move his shield to the side gave him the opening he needed to throw the blade at him."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The sword slash was successfully deflected, and the Qua was off balance for a moment.\n\nThe Qua's eyes opened up wide as he took out the knife, and before he could re-align the shield, he would find it flying and buried in his chest. But a quick throw wasn't enough to incapacitate the Qua, filled with adrenaline from battle. He would eventually go down, but not now.\n\nThe Qua charged forward, slamming Milo's shield again in an attempt to hook it away, once again trying the same diagonal slash."
},
{
"author": "refined_trash",
"message": "He didn't need to be incapacitated just yet, so long as he's distracted! Unfortunately the same can be said of Milo, who was preoccupied with repositioning his shield. He attempted to dodge the attack, but only managed to send his shield flying away from him. It skidded across the deck, tantalizingly sliding further from his reach.\n\n\"...*Lovely.*\"\n\nHe's got to think of something, and fast! Rather than take out another throwing knife, he instead grabbed hold of a spare crossbow bolt. Unconventional the method may be, he attempted to stab the Qua in one of his legs to cripple it."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"TRY A STRAP!\" One of the adventurer yelled as he observed Milo seemingly losing the fight. The Qua's slash connected, only to hit him in his armour. Thanksfully, the armour held up pretty well.\n\nBut Milo had no close combat weapon, and the Qua seems very confident in his advantage now. As he prepared for another strike, he'd realize that he was in fact, getting a bit too close to Milo, when his leg was stabbed by a crossbow bolt.\n\nIt let out a guttural screech, spraying disgusting saliva and blood onto Milo's face, and then tried to perform a draw cut on his unprotected arm, all while losing his balance."
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"author": "ansari",
"message": "The chaotic fight continue on and in the ship. In the lower deck, a group of Qua had managed to penetrate the lower deck, barging into room after room looking for someone to fight. One of them, equipped with a pair of short spear on his upper arm, and a pair of short curved sabres in his hand, started searching around. He had lost his own shields during the earlier skirmish.\n\nThe Qua rounded a corner.."
},
{
"author": "knotknotty",
"message": "Thundering steps resounded throughout the lower deck batting against the ears of a boy dressed within tired old robes, his form stuttering against the violent bow barely capable of keeping his feet planted against the oaken ships belly. Adrenaline coursed through his battered husk enticing him to scuttle behind a nearby crate which was naught all too difficult for someone his stature; as though a part of his horribly mutilated body were reacting toward the youths' apprehensive feelings arcs of pure white light began to dance across his orange crystalline forearms. Preparing the youth for what he could only perceive an unpleasant counter one which he had gone lengths to attempt and avoid, naught wishing to inflict another with what blight had been bestowed upon his shoulders.\n\nDim the youths' mind was only brilliant at twisting words into poetry, he had still yet to consider his bodies new form neglecting the ever so slight orange light which flickered from where he had hid. Perchance the Qua would notice the youths' light or mistake it fore a candle flickering its' faint light within the lower chambers."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*Light*\n\nThat was the first thought of the Qua. The lower deck was dim, and dark, with only the the windows above permeating any light. There were barely any candles - it was too expensive to bring a lot of wax and keep burning them throughout the night.\n\nThe Qua looked at the orange light, feeling a natural attraction to it. Perhaps it is part of his insectoid blood...\n\nHe approached it slowly, holding his pair of sabres steadily. The Qua's boots were quite loud, and the boy could hear him coming from a corridor away.\n\nAn unpleasant encounter indeed."
},
{
"author": "knotknotty",
"message": "Dread crawled across the youths hardened Macen like form causing goosebumps to tremble across lively arms still sparking with vibrant energy, every step which pressed against the tired old boards seemed to grow ever clearer it wouldn't he could feel it closing in upon where he hunched over. Releasing frantic erratic breaths from a chest which was hollow emptied without a single remnant of what once was within its' cavity one would expect a corpse without lungs naught to usher the breath of the living, yet somehow it still produced an empty surreal sound. This unpleasant feeling he knew all too well before falling within that distant cavern till his guts had erupted from his chest, many misfortunes had occurred within combat for the boy dressed in rags he yearned for Cless his mother perchance anyone to be by his side offering him guidance within what combat would surely splay before his grey lifeless eyes'. \n\nReaching toward a climatic stomp the creatures steps knew no end, it was enough to pressure the spontaneous youth to do something anything... Fore no matter how long he waited no one was going to come for him and nobody would aid a 'monstrosity' such as himself. With reckless abandon the boy would naught await any further despite that being the arguably wiser choice he hefted the crate with a grunt erupting against his lungs \"Hnnnghhhh!\" Till he rose the box over his four foot seven body revealing an corpse aboard the ship. There wasn't malice within his\n\nExpression, but fear he seemed to be quite young to be upon this particular expedition a more tepid look across his face uttering out nervous words to grace his tongue. \n\n\"Depart from this place and harken toward mine words... Naught but the bitterest sorrow shall caresse thine cheek if you do naught heed upon mine words. Prithee I beg thee I wish naught to impart h-golly your face doth look like a hairy spider...\" Set aback the youth bolstering with words of fear for a mere moment allowed his tongue to slip finding the mans' features peculiar, fore you see Fithora had yet to see much of the world often trapped within his own clans' grounds."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The Qua's look was barely visible within the dimly lit ship deck. A trickle of light cast upon his face, revealing that Qua's face to be quite humanoid, unsettlingly so indeed. On top of a human-like head, hardened with carapace, was a set of antenna, wriggling around as the Qua stared at the ghastly looking boy.\n\n\"...What.\" Was the only response that the Qua mustered to what he said. In his own language, that the boy may or may not comprehend. The boy's speech were archaic, foreign, and too well educated for a foreign pirate to understand. Thankfully for the ghastly boy, the Qua didn't understand a single word about looking like a hairy spider either.\n\nBut that isn't going to stop him from attacking.\n\nHe charged forward toward the boy, sabres and spear in hand, from twenty feet away.\n\n\"GRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!\""
},
{
"author": "knotknotty",
"message": "Witnessing his words whittle away into a meager 'what?' thee tired archaic tongue of his people had crumbled into fine ash against the malevolent creatures drums. Gentleness of mercy escaping from within his heart as shadows of his fear invaded within his heart, had he seen this all upon a distant day long since past through his tense crystalline fingers. As he shattered any semblance of knowing solace betwixt himself and thee rather horrendous amalgamation centered within his dilating ever luminescent orbs. Whilst his feet began to crash upon the floor boards tearing as vicious as the tide which rocked their hull his piercing cry sent shudders of those memories coursing within his absent heart. \n\nBarraged long before he knew in his heart just what he was expected to enact toward an hostile wolf which dared to bear its' fangs amongst his flock, yet his soft heart still kindled with pleas to naught enact harm upon whom brandished cruel weapons pointed toward the youths' amber encrusted chest. \"T-thee earthen mother hast cast a most bitter blight upon thine shoulders... Just as she hath granted mine own art you naught blind? T'would thee listen upon mine prattle we art more thee same than any whom doth pitch their chords calling us twisted fiends, w-why... Why must it ever draw toward blood!\" Perchance the creature had gotten closer toward\n\nFithora whilst he hesitated, but something tore through the youths body displaying his unstable attitude created by the scars he brandished, within a moments notice he heaved the block to free from within his grasp underestimating his strength entirely. Fore he was still adjusting toward his new body why once before he could barely lift something quite as large all upon his lonesome, though the creature may have ample time to strike or attempt to dodge the boys' sudden attack he would find that the youth did not brandish weapons only his arms were coated within amber like stone creating a pungent scent of tree sap to sting within any whom neared the corpse to press into their nostrils. Cackling cracking energy still spun across their orange length indicating the youth commanding the light which originated from the skies above."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH\"\n\nThe Qua himself had much less thought in his mind than the amber boy. While the amber boy thought about mercy, solace, or pleas of mercy, he simply charged forward. As far as he is concerned, this ghastly corpse in front of him is another person to capture and sell in the market. He'd prefer taking the boy alive, if he can - he can always find some value of them. \n\nHe never thought that something was wrong with the boy, whose fragile form somehow lifted a massive crate casually. And he didn't expect the boy to hurl it at him. Boy, was it a mistake. The large box crashed into his body, hitting him in one of his arm and knocking away one of the sword. Then it crashed into his torso, stopping his charge. \n\nThe Qua opened up its jaw, screaming in rage at Fithora, with the jaw unhinged to an unnatural degree.\n\n\"**GRAAAAAAAAAH**\"\n\nThe Qua kneeled down to pick up the blade it dropped, preparing for a second round of attack. This boy was unarmed. This should be easy, right?"
},
{
"author": "knotknotty",
"message": "Hefted breaths erupted through the boys' worn lungs, lathered from hefting the crate which shattered against the adjacent wall causing a sickening cracking thunder to resound within their chamber. Clearly if the youth had put a little more forethought into his actions he would consider the fact lobbing such a immense form, would announce a conflict erupting within their dim chamber naught to mention how taxing it felt upon the youths sickly body. Even the price of paying his own life to finally know strength coursing within his twiggy little arms brought its' own set of repercussions and he was beginning to feel their ebb against his stiff amber coated form. \n\nInflamed by the spark of battle his iris's begun to bolster a vibrant cascading light to spill across the room remaining a clear beacon toward where the ragged breath lad planted his bare toes. Conflicted within a seething torrent of unresolved feelings tore against his mind into a flurry allowing his words to displace upon someone he had met merely moments ago, all within his new life appeared petty and rather dim toward the idea of allowing a corpse to romp within their civilizations freely oft brandishing the tools of war upon a youth whom only yearned for tranquility. \"Tis ever thee same, as thee deft fall leaf partake its' leave from thee branches it shall fall into her earthen girth. As all thee poor tulips and lilies drooping till there is naught left of what once was... But it doth naught mean it must be there tis always a\n\nChance fore life to spur. Fore I too as thee deserve to prance upon thee earthen realm tis how she t'would wish it?\" Arguing with people whom were no longer within this realm, the lad blubbered emotionally his voice cresting with utter disdain leaking from his heart. \n\nIncapable of creating a plot of action within his mind simply hearing the mans screeches crashing his bitter thoughts to crash toward a halt, his mouth tore agape frightened by the horrifying maw which tore open upon the unnatural beings facial features it ushered him to act before his skin knew the kiss of cold steel once more. Taking a trembling foot forward his form began to change taking up a defensive stance presenting his hip toward the Qua, one flattened palm set before the other resting against his chest. An imperfect stance, but one which would resemble those whom practiced within bare fisted combat widening his feet as he was instructed long ago preparing himself to react once his opponent neared where he stood his ground, that is if he could keep himself still and naught scamper away."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The swordman simply charged. A martial art stance... What is the boy planning to do with fists against his swords and spear? He ran toward him, swinging the flat of his blade against the boy's face, to slap him in an attempt to knock him unconscious. A bit of brain trauma is fine - They had their own healer onboard their ship."
},
{
"author": "knotknotty",
"message": "The lad remained patient within his stance ever awaiting for the male pointing his curved blade toward him to near his nearly rigid form, yet those feet still belonged to a budding youth new toward the customs of an unfamiliar world. Incapable of being fearless within combat they slipped ever so slightly within their deft tremble attempting to stay stalwart and naught trample desert the stance graced down from traditions of his dead clan. People which had naught come toward the youths silent pleas' wishing fore their warmth to stand beside him granting the youth a sing shred of confidence within himself, fore he had none bleeding internally with doubts lashed across the scathed amber encrusted surface. In the end here he had to take a stance fore he was suddenly obligated to know the pleasantries of life once more, yearning to clasp upon this second chance to finally fulfil promises he had yet to finish.\n\nSudden his body would slip below the blade which grazed across his frizzy white locks, refusing to drown within his own doubts the youth was determined to see this second chance through till it was halted once more. Once below the males form the youth would twist his body allowing his tucked in hand to clench into its' crystalline body, creating a taught sloppy fist swinging with what might he could muster the lad aimed his fist to dig into the creatures knee though upon its' own a fist wouldn't do much damage its tip still graced with the ferocious lightening vigor a slight shock that would send a sensation through his foes' body if it landed."
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{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The Qua, surprinsingly, found his unnatural strike missing its mark. The boy was now below him, and a fist was sent into its knee, sending him recoiling in pain, as his kneecap were displaced very uncomfortably. The shock only made it worse. The Qua was still determined to capture, and turned his sword upside down, whacking downward at his head with the blunt end, only to miss as he stumbled backward.*\n\n\"GRWAH!\" \n\n*Fithora could hear rushed footsteps coming from behind him. A safe direction where other crewmembers and adventurers are.*"
},
{
"author": "knotknotty",
"message": "Hurdling his fist to plummet deep into the deformed insectoids' knee appeared to be entirely purposeful, naught a thing could turn fore the worst within the ancient boys' fluid strike how could there be? Whilst his fist soared through the air glancing his crystalline coated fist across a hostile strangers knee cap it shot through showing that the boys' form was flawed, his heart would sink feeling the air soar through is iris's a panicked \"Yip!\" Escaped the youths throat feeling his body tumble forward showing that he was indeed incapable of remaining balanced. Fore a fleeting moment he had felt confidence ample boon lapse against his chest only to have it\n\nWhisked away as his body joined within the Quas' dance, flopping across the deck till his back rammed against a solid oaken wall the very same which the Qua had entered moments ago.\n\n\"Augh! Faex curse mine bumbling... Bumblefooted nature!\" A once gentle voice erupting with an ancient curse meaning, bursting his soft unreal voice to echo through thee wooden den, a word he had picked up from none other than thee older citizens still naught quite understanding its' meaning he only knew it was bellowed once someone was displeased being sent across the dainty room. Within the chaos which ensued the fossil had little idea the Qua had ever tried to make a second attempt his misfortune turning into fortune... Being ever so clumsy seemed to curry toward his benefit except he was no longer holding his own attempting to usher himself off of the wooden boards and stand up once more. Yet this unpleasant scenario began to derail further fore the youth could hear another thundering down toward where their dispute was ensuing; the very 'vipers' whom saw his form as lesser those of the living people whom he no longer bleonged toward. Inciting panic within his vacant pupils the lads fingers burrowed into the wood causing it to splinter beneath his sheer unnatural strength; by sheer instinct the lightning which danced upon his forearms begun to increase seeming to build without the youths' command wrought by feelings of utter dread. Fore he knew if he was caught by this living person they would surely see to it he was returned toward his grave."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "A large wave crashed into the ship, shaking it and sending the youth tumbling into the wall. The Qua leaned against the wall next to him, keeping himself steady. He looked at the corridor where the footsteps was coming from, debating whether to retreat or to take this boy back to the deck.\n\nThe bug's eyes looked toward the boy, sensing something wrong as lightning danced on his arm. Anxiety filled his mind. As fragile as the boy looked like, he seemed surprisingly strong, and the Qua don't know what trick he has up his sleeves.\n\nHe turned around and ran.\n\nBehind Fithora, two adventurers with sword and board arrived some ten feet behind him.\n\n\"Hey! Boy, you alright?!\" A feminine voice called out."
},
{
"author": "knotknotty",
"message": "Cackling white light flashed throughout the entirety of the chamber, serving as a beacon toward those whom had come toward the beck and call of the youths' fumbling words. An echo which had rung throughout the vessels violently rocking body sending many to falter within its' unsettled wake, yet it was incapable of moving the youth once more fore his fingers were rooted into its' body. Gradually gathering the malevolent storm upon his own forearms its tendrils splayed and splattered against the cabins walls causing flashes of orange to ignite against the parched wooden surface, harrowing that if someone would not calm thee youth he would likely set the whole bottom hull doused with roiling hot embers. Struck by the volatile energy which surrounded a peculiar stowaways' body someone whom the adventurers likely hadn't accounted for upon their ships' crew. \n\nClasped within hysterias' lay roiling within the youths' burning grey iris's, unsettled by his violent encounter the youth whom only set to sea once before within his life felt isolated incapable of trusting any aboard their vessel. Remaining tense within his toiling storm the energy which begun to spit from where he clenched his fingers into the ships hull seemed to grow upon every passing second. Fortunately those whom intended him no ill will were behind the youths hunched over form facing his swathing white ponytail only capable to garner glimpses of this particular ancient garbed in tired old clothing. \"T-t'was mine goal to offer thee dainty pedal betwixt kindred saplings, born of thee Earthen Mothers' grace. Fore her will shall cast thine most wretched thoughts asunder... But nay oft thine kin sprout a wicked weed doused within sharpened thorns; b-by mine own wish to know thee simple feeling of solace to bask with her plentiful boon. Prithee... I did naught ask thee insect heads wraith, prithee depart from me I did naught yearn this... Nay naught at all.\"\n\nHis voice laced out in a melancholy tune displaying bitter sorrow awash within his dread , for all he knew the set of steps pattering behind his hunched over body intended further ill will."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The pair of Macen adventurers blinked their eyes, irritated by the sudden flash of white light. The two ran to the boy's defense when they heard the commotion. But now they weren't so sure who were the aggressor - The Qua who ran away, definitely a baddie, but who is this boy they've never seen before?\n\nHis magic looked dangerous, out of control. The boy himself looked deranged, or perhaps, shaken by his encounter, and they understood barely any words he spoke. His speech were too archaic to decipher. Not that they were in a state of mind to decipher his speech in middle of a battle, anyhow.*\n\n*The two adventurers raised their shield instinctively, to protect themselves from whatever magic the youth might unleash, and the second adventurer repeated his companion's call of concern.*\n\n\"HEY! SNAP OUT OF IT! YOU ALRIGHT!?\""
},
{
"author": "knotknotty",
"message": "Timber spitted out sharp cries as its body was splintered beneath the youths' earth incased nubs, lost within the clashing seas' of his own terror feeling isolated within an unfamiliar realm. Stitched back together the youths' wounds still glimpsed their crystalline coated surface toward those whom asked 'if he was alright' it seemed a rather ridiculous question considering whom they asked appeared to be a corpse whom had torn away from deaths' bitter grasp, capable of showing life betwixt his labored breaths' seeming lathered despite his rather unfortunate condition. His archaic mannerisms seemed lost from the way he had learned to speak toward what spirits which were once worshiped by his people often creeping into his speech spanned an insurmountable distance between the youth and two unassuming adventurers; as Fithora seemed off toward them many within a realm he had fallen asleep within now seemed foreign toward the youth no longer sharing similar dialect as many had during his time.\n\nThough this may be true he still could understand their speech, much better than they could understand his own words listening toward their voices crash against his drums. A femine\n\nVoice one which didn't carry the same gentle usher his mother had once brushed against his ears, and a males whose voice boomed nearly as though Cless himself attempting to breech some sense into the lads' frantic mind. Through some grace someone had blessed thee child with his plea fore their presence only it wouldn't be either of those whom he yearned to feel his form wrapped around in a delightful embrace, subtle a single amber dew dripped from his dilated greys' feeling the memories they had spent together pass through his mind. Merely hearing their voices now together wrought the energies to begin and subside growing down toward a mild storm, his ragged breath spattered betwixt trembling shoulders. \"Thee words which you part, toward thee ones I spoke art naught similar toward those whom stare upon mine form as though I am thee barbed crooked stalk... Truly thine tools art naught here to usher me aback, t-tis a most merry sunset to know that you doth bring... Naught a speckle of ill... Nay naught at all, tis ever so difficult to know..\" Easing his hands no longer dug deep into the wooden bow his words seeming to brink with slight relieved warmth, fore they approached yet naught a single sword had been clashed against him they only continued to batter him with the same question. \"Nay there tis naught to harbor worry upon thine shoulder, fore thee supple winds hitherto mine ears. Nurturing within thee fine whispers which rock thee dainty tulips into a gentle lull\n\nEasing t-t-thine most h-horrid memories..\" The sheer mention of his confrintation caused him to release a ragged breath before completing his words. \"To lasp into naught but a passing m-memory..\" Though he seemed to begin and refrain from finishing his spell the lightening still continued to spark whilst the lad remained incapable of raising toward his feet locked into the wooden floor, these two needed to be careful one single hostile action could return toward where they had begun and the next time may not end so well."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The boy certainly looked ghastly. But every action of his seemed to show he was alive and well. The two adventurers did not find his form overly strange or repulsive. Adventurers, after all, are used to seeing strange things and creature - It is built into their psyche.*\n\n*The female adventurer lowered her shield, and took a step forward, only for her companion to grab her by her arm, pulling her backward. He shook his head at her, imploring her to stay back in the safety of their shield. The boy was still an unknown to them. He looked harmless, but clearly held great power... And is exceptionally weird, even by adventurer standard.*\n\n*\"Thee word... Which you part...\"*\n\n*The fuck is he saying? The two thought to themselves.*\n\n\"What are you saying? What barbed stalk? Tools? Sunset? What?\" *The male asked, demanding clarification. Every word the boy spoke simply confused them.*\n\n\"Catch your breath... How'd you end up on the ship, anyway?\" *The female adventurer said. It is almost like the two were playing the role of good cop bad cop.*"
}
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{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The two would arrive at their destination. Presumably at different time, with the lumberjack being later than the airhead knight, unless of course, the knight lost her way here...*\n\n*The target of the quest was not obvious at first glance. It was a smithy without any name, only the sign of an Anvil on top of it. Inside, several onis of different type were working on their crafts. \n\nA red oni wearing dirty leather clothes would walk up when the adventurers arrived, waving at them.*\n\n\"Hello! Are you here from New Sunlight?\""
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "*The airhead knight did, as a matter of fact, make her way there without getting lost.\nShe watched as the oni came up to greet her and she waved at the oni in return*\nI am from New Sunlight yes!"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The Red Oni talked to the first adventurer to arrive.*\n\n\"Ohh, they said they'll send another with you. Anyway..\" *He walked inside, bringing out another red oni. This one looked much tinier, like a child of some sort. And his skin was...*\n\n**Pink**\n\n\"He is my son and tends to get bullied by other Onis and people around here. I am sending him to the College of Magic outside town, three miles away. But I am worried about people kidnapping him.\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold would be riding in with his two horse cart, looking for a proper place to hitch them while he figured out who and what he was looking for. He wasn't sure if they'd want to use the cart for their mission or not. Seeing Oni he figured he was in the right place. He stopped near them, listening but not yet interrupting.*"
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "Another one? Is there someone else supposed to be coming?\n*Chloe waited for the oni to reappear and was surprised when she the little pink one there too. It also made her a little excited too as she looked it up and down*\nOh wow! It's so cute! Can I touch it?\nAnd don't you worry, I can definitely protect him! I think... Which way is the College?"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The Oni seems slightly displeased at Chloe when she called his son an \"It\", then her silliness started to dawn on him. He can't help but forget her transgression, for now.*\n\"The college is out to the northeast. Exit at the east gate along the main road, and go three miles east, there you'll reach the college and its attached small town.\" *The Oni explained.*\n*If any of them has travelled on the road before, or has knowledge of New Salvainia's surrounding, they would know that there's a small stretch of woodland 800 meters wide before reaching the college, near the road. Some sort of protected forest reserves.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold stayed upon his cart, figuring this would be a trek worthy of riding, not walking. He did lean towards them, removing his sun hat, revealing the metal band across the side of his head.* \"Well, I'm sure my compatriot and I will be able to move your son along to the College.\" *He gave a wide smile to the Oni, hoping to look trustworthy.*"
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "But. If you go out by the east gate, and head east... Why is the college north-east? That doesn't make sense...\n*Chloe was trying to make sense of that as Leopold walked up to them. She looked him up and down before realising he was the other person being sent*\nHello there!"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The kid jumped over merrily over to the most trustworthy looking person of the two... The friendly looking airhead, instead of the possibly more reliable but intimidating looking baldie. Frankly, he looked kinda scary.*\n\n\"Hi! Please take me over to the college!\" *The kid said.* \n\n\"I'll pay you two two hundred silver for taking him safely there. Armed escort don't come cheap nowaday.\" *The father said*"
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "*\"Oh wow! I've been chosen!\" Thought Chloe as the kid ran up to her. She leant over to pat him him on the head before turning back to the father*\nYou can count on us! We'll be sure to get him there safely"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold leaned down to offer a hand to the child, then Chloe.* \"We can take my cart, I imagine it'll be faster than walking.\" *Leopold looked over to the Oni and simply nodded at his offer and statement.*"
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "Oh sure thing! I think that is a good idea.\n*Chloe offered her hand to Leopold to shake*\nMy name is Chloe by the way! What is yours?"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The child, without waiting for the two to continue their conversation, would climb onto the cart, grabbing the edge and vaulting himself onto it with surprising nimbleness. He sat down and then proceeded to lay his head down on the nearest soft object.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Nimble little fellow. I'm Leopold, and we should make haste while we still have the sun.\" *Leopold shook her hand and helped her into the cart. It'd be a little cramped on the bench, but he imagined they could make do. The Oni was likely laying on Leopold's prayer linen, which he would not mind.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "~~*The Oni gore the linen with his horn*~~\n*The child laid down on the linen, and then stretched out his legs on the cart lazily,*\"Ok! Go when it is bright!\" *The child said*\n\n*It is around mid afternoon, roughly 1:00 PM for the two. They have some time to move before nightfall.*\n\n*The two could begin moving, nothing special would happen when they move out to the city gate, except for some bystanders looking at the child funny, and the child standing up and making silly faces back at other kids.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold would pay no mind to the people around him, figuring there'd be no trouble for the first stretch. He kept an eye out for the Eastern gate.* \"Say, Chloe. Do you have any experience with crossbows? I have one here in the cart, in case something happens.\""
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "*Chloe would've climbed upon the cart and sat in the nearest vacant spot*\nWell, it's just gone midday, the college is three miles away, sundown won't be for a good few hours and going by cart is quicker than going by foot. Realistically speaking it would take less than an hour to reach the college, provided we know our way...\n\n*Chloe motioned to the spears on her back*\nNo crossbows, but i do have spears! However how hard can it be to escort someone?"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The two's travel continued. Again, nothing happened. They exited the city without any trouble, travelling for two miles straight before approaching the woodland mentioned before. Still... Nothing at the edge of the woodland. They continued half way through, moving through a slight bend in the road, when a man in brown robe appeared in sight. \n\nThe woodland were roughly twenty feet away from the road, and were somewhat dense to see through.\n\nHe sat down on top of a rock, moaning in pain. He was fifty feet ahead of the cart.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*A more mercenary man would've kept going, suspecting a trap of some kind. But Leopold was an honest, godly man. He slowed the cart a bit, pulling it over to the other side of the road, about thirty feet before the man. Leopold rose, grabbing his crossbow.* \"Are you alright, sir? Is there trouble?\""
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "*Chloe simply watched from the cart, not trusting the man in the robes. She would let Leopold see what was up first before she would attempt to do anything. She looked over to the oni to make sure he was doing okay too whilst this was happening*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The wounded man turned toward Leopold,*\"Ah! Thank god you're here. I accidentally sprained my legs. Do you happens to know healing magic? Or could you carry me on your cart please?\" *He said, in an unusually loud voice.*\n\n*Back where Chloe is, she could see some blurry movements in the woodland to the right. Perhaps one, or three person moving?*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold looked from the Oni to the stranger, somewhat conflicted. Leopold tried to be kind, but he wasn't gullible either.* \"Listen, we're escorting this boy, so we'll be going towards the College. Considering your legs are sprained, the injury won't be getting any worse. We'll take him where he needs to be, and come back for you. There's hardly any room on the cart as it is.\" *Leopold looked up to the young Oni on the cart, whispering,* \"Do you think you can load this crossbow for me?\""
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "*Chloe had noticed the movements within the woodland and started to track where they were moving, if they were moving towards them. She had one hand ready to instantly reach for one of her spears if she needed to*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The Oni looked at the crossbow, and then the baldie. Yes, he definitely knew his way around a crossbow, he was a smith's son after all. He either tried to draw it by hand, or use whatever mechanical assistance the crossbow is meant to be used with, readying the string before putting a bolt on the crossbow.*\n\n*On closer examination, Leopold could see the wounded man were wearing a robe. And his clothes were making scraping noises, as if something metallic is behind his torso. His robe was tightened around the waist with a sash.*\n\n*The figures closed in, appearing all of a sudden out from the forest. Three of them, none of them had a shield on. All Macen, all of them wearing helmet and a chestplate. Two of them carried an ashwood spear in two hand, with a sword by their side. One of them carried a kite shield, sword, and had a crossbow poking out from his back. All of them carried dagger of some sort.\n\nThey were only twenty feet away and charging at the cart.*\n\n\"Out of our way!\" *One of them shouted at Chloe*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold would not react very quickly, doing a double take at the charging men. He looked up to the Oni and smiled again.* \"Then you should also know how to shoot it.\" *Leopold would pull his axe from the side of the cart and activate **Mother May I** As he ran to the side of the charge, hoping to separate their charge. He'd be moving to the robed man, sprinting at 35mph.*\n\n*(-15% Mana, 85% Mana Remaining)*"
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "*Chloe would grab one of her spears and aim it at the 3 men that were charging towards them. She activated \"Out of my way!\" Herself and threw the spear towards the middle of the 3 men*\nNo! Out of *My* Way!\n**90 mana remaining**"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"Uh, sir, there's bandi-\" *The robed man practically screamed. Knowing he is in trouble, he untied his sash hastily and tried to draw his sword, only to find Leopold right in front of him as the robe slipped off, leaving him in his underpants and shirt, and his arming sword partially drawn when Leopold is in front of him.*\n\n*The spear flew toward the man in the middle. It landed squarely on the top of their chest plate, bouncing off onto the ground after making a dent. The man proceeded to fall backward, slamming into the ground and dropping his weapon and shield, staggered by the hit for the turn.\n\nThe other two moved up to the cart, thrusting their spear toward Chloe's general direction, one aiming for her leg and the other, her arm. They were small target, but they'll probably hit eventually.*"
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "Easy...\n*Chloe then activated \"Spearshot\" To produce a spear in her hand that would immediately be thrown at the man thrusting his spear towards her leg. She had armour on her upper body so didn't worry about the other guy as much*\n**75 mana remaining**"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Needing to move fast, Leopold didn't stop, instead sharply turning and slamming into the robed man with his shoulder. He'd try to push off and run to the charging men who did not face him, axe raised high over his head.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "***The robed man** Fell down under the force of his charge, dropping his arming sword on the ground. As Leopold charged back, the robed man would just flee into the distance.*\n\n**Bandit 3** *Hit by the spear earlier grabbed his sword and shield, standing up again. He charged at the cart to help his comrade fight off Chloe.*\n\n**Bandit 1** *'s spear hit Chloe on her armplate, missing the weak point. He quickly pulled back his spear, going for a jab directly at her leg. The **Bandit 2** Thrusted toward Chloe, only to see a spear manifest in her hand. Knowing something is wrong, he tried to turn back, but it was impossible to correct his body's motion in time.\n\nThe spear shot out and flew toward **Bandit 2**. It hit him right at the top of his chestplate, before deflecting upward into his neck, coming out the otherwise and severing his head, making it roll on the ground. Blood splattered over the cart. The child, who was grabbing a crossbow, dropped it and jumped over the other side of the cart, away from the gorey, terrible fighting.\n\n**Bandit 1** Was busy fighting Chloe, and saw the distracted man in his peripheral vision coming out. As Leopold raised his axe, he pre-emptively made a step back, swinging it upward in an attempt to ward of Leopold's attack and threaten his face and torso with a stab.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*With Leopold's poor reflexes, he didn't have a lot of options. Using his speed and strength, the elf would aim directly at the bandit's weapon, hoping to overpower any sort of defense being made. He'd also use his body weight to follow up the attack, hopefully slamming his target into the cart.*"
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "One down... *Chloe giggled*\n*Seeing* ***Bandit 1*** *Now going to attack Leopold, Chloe figured that she might as well attack him. She activated \"Spearshot\" Once more and aimed for the neck of* ***Bandit 1*** *And hoping to finish him off like she had done with the other*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "**Bandit 1** *Backed away from the swing, moving the spear's tip quickly away from the incoming axe, while shortening his grip to prepare for a thrust. He extended his grip forward, jabbing at Leopold's forearm if he missed the strike.\n\nAt that moment, he felt a sharp pain entering his left arm, and a loud ding and hit on the left side of his torso.\n\nChloe 's **Spearshot** Has pierced through the side of his arm, hitting him right in the side of his chestplate. The plate saved him from an instant death, but his arm is now pierced through. The shaft remained in the arm, dangling insecurely. He dropped onto the ground in pain, with his spear now on the floor.*\n\n\"M-..MERCY!\" *He screamed, as blood poured out from his wound. One could only imagine what would happen when the spear disappeared.*\n\n**Bandit 3, who was in the process of charging toward Leopold and Chloe, turned the other way round and ran into the woodland as quickly as he can.**"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold would skid to a stop, maneuvering past the obstacles to avoid a painful crash. He huffed as he watch the third bandit run off, not having any reason to pursue. He did, however, look for the robed man he bodyslammed a few moments ago.*"
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "*Chloe looked at the guy she had just hit with her spear and smiled. She would keep watching him until the spear would disappear*\nHah! That was easy. Is everyone okay?"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The robed man he slammed down was far away. He was running away in his underwear, boots, and a mail shirt on top of him. He is now some fifty feet away. But his arming sword, along with his robe was next to the rock where he disrobed himself by accident.*\n\n*The child is cowering behind the other side of the cart, terrified by the combat and the amount of blood he seen spilled. The bandit's breath started to grow labored, and his skin colour started to go pale. The spear disappeared, and the bleeding worsened. \n\nWith the two not doing anything to him for now, he grabbed the semi severed sleeves of his clothes, and tried to make an improvised tourniquet on his left arm with his remaining functional arm.*\n\n\"...Pleaseee..\" *He begged with a weak voice.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold gathered up the abandoned belongings of the supposedly injured man, not pursuing him either. He looked over to the fallen man, still bleeding. Leopold had no healing magic, but it seemed only his arm was the risk of a bleed out. The Steppe Elf walked over and crouched, helping tie the tourniquet on the bandit's arm.* \"Who were your friends? Well, former friends?\" *Leopold glanced at the headless corpse, grimacing slightly.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The last bandit looked at Leopold,*\"Thank you kind sir... They were... Friend I met in the slum, said I could make a good living kidnapping the blacksmith's son... Haah...\" *With the tourniquet tied, the rate he bled at slowed down, but it was not enough. The breath of the bandit was getting more and more laboured by the second.*\n\n\"Said he was rich... Pay a lot.. Thank you... Please save me..\" *He murmured, laying his head against the side of the cart.*"
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "*Chloe simply watched the bandit slowly dying, hoping that Leopold wouldn't actually help him or anything, she thought he deserved to die. She turned her attention to the oni*\nAre you okay? Not hurt or anything? You're safe. For now"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The child was not mature enough to understand the intricacy of speech. But the \"For now\" Added abruptly at the end of her sentence intimidated him a little bit..*\n\"I am ok...\" *He said,*\"Can we go now..?\""
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "*She smiled at him*\nYes, we can go. As soon as Leopold is done dealing with the last bad guy, not sure as to what he's actually doing though..."
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The child nodded quickly, eager to get away from this scene and the scent of blood. He gripped at the rim of the cart, pulling himself up briefly, before dropping down again. He has a look of uncertainty on his face.\n\nThen he glanced underneath the cart, let out a squeal, and then hopped onto the cart, burying his face in the linen.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold looked at the wound, realizing he'd have no good way to seal it without fire or something of the like. He glanced at his cart and saw that he had not stocked up on any torches or lanterns. Using the robes, he tied the wound over again and covered it, hoping to stifle the bleeding at least a little more.* \"Well, there's nothing I can do now, and you've scared the boy, so you can't come with us.\" *Leopold stood and climbed back onto the cart.* \"I'll be coming back this way. Survive that long and I'll get you someone that can help you in town.\""
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"Ahh...\" *The bandit laid down on the ground, gripping at the tourniquet tightly, sighing in defeat. He felt a sense of headache come over him,*\"Thank you sir..\" *He wasn't sure if he would survive that long. In fact, he is sure he wouldn't, and none of his comrade had a healing spell ready, even if they decided to come back.*\n\n*The two were now free to continue if they wanted.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold had no qualms with leaving the bandit to his fate, one he chose freely. His god, the Warmth of Shadows, led him down a different path. Leopold urged the horses forward, down the road and to the college.* \"Good luck!\" *He called out as they left.*"
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "Good luck... Good luck? You wish that man good luck after he tried to kidnap a child. You were better off just killing him"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The bandit let out another sigh when the good luck reached his ears. Yes, good luck... Hmm... Everything is starting to look a bit white..*\n\n*The three continued their journey through the woodland without any further issue. The two could chat for a little bit while on the way.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold shrugged at Chloe's remark.* \"Yes, and now he'll bleed to death in a dirt road in the autumn sun. I wish him good luck in the next life.\" *Leopold's metal band, the one crisscross over the massive scar on his sun, shone in the sunlight. The man was brain damaged, after all.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*Seeing as the two did not divert from their original course of action, they would arrive at the destination quickly.\n\nThe two arrived at the college - which looked like a mini fortified city of its own, with a town attached downhill. Standing at the main gate leading to the main road were two halberd-holding guard, who would be ready to receive the child.*\n\nOne of them walked up,*\"Hello, College of Magic here. Please state your business... And... Why is there blood on your cart?\""
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "Good luck in his next life, yes I suppose so. \n*Chloe remained relatively quiet for the rest of the journey until they reached the actual college. She waved at the guard that walked up to them*\nHello! Special delivery! And don't mind the blood, we just got into a spot of bother on the way here, you know how it can be..."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold shrugged.* \"Bandits. Rich kid. Not a great mix. But he,\" *Leopold said, pointing at the Oni,* \"Is supposed to be a new student.\""
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"Ah... Wild animals? Hogs? Or bandits?\" *The guard asked, wondering what they ran into.*\n\n\"And what is your special delivery?\" *The guard peeked over the side of the cart, seeing a linen and a child with his face buried in it. Leopold's explanation sated his curiousity.*\n\n\"Ahh. A new student, I'll bring out a man without a halberd in his hand to bring him in.\" *The guard walked through the open gate, returning some five minutes later with a well-dressed man in red and golden embroidered shirt. He certainly looked rich.*\n\n*He smiled and walked over to the child, chatting with him for a minute, before bringing him into the college, leaving the two alone. Didn't even say thank you.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Well, we'll be off. Oh, and there's a wounded... Well, no, by now probably a corpse on the road from here to the nearest city. Just a heads up. Speaking of heads, two corpses, actually...\" *Leopold looked to Chloe, seeing if she wanted to add anything.*"
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "*Chloe watched on as the boy walked into the college with the man*\nHopefully it's a corpse, but I suppose our job here is now done!"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"Right. Do you want us to pick that up for you?\" *The guard said,*\"Well, bring the body over and we'll dump them for twenty silver each. Don't leave it on the road.\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold looked from Chloe to the guard, confused.* \"Wait, you want us to pay you to dump the corpses of the bandits that attacked us?\" *Leopold just laughed as he turned the cart to head back to town, happy to leave the bodies for the vultures of the world.*"
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "I think it would be better to leave the bodies there to server as a message of what happens when you mess with the wrong people"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The guard shrugged,*\"We don't have too much use for the corpses around here...\" *Then the other guard turned toward him,*\"Wait, didn't you remember Profess Mortimer being all shifty and asking around for body?\"\n\n*It looked like a lightbulb lit up in the guard's head, and one of them ran in front of them, stopping them.*\n\n\"Hey, someone wanted fresh bodies - doesn't matter if the head is cut off, he'll pay a hundred silver each.\" *The guard explained.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold looked to Chloe.* \"Want me to drop you off back in town so you can pick up your reward? I'll dump the bodies and collect the silver, and hey, if I ever see you again, I'll give you your half of what these guys give me.\" *He thought it was a fair idea.*"
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "If you so desire to. \n*She shrugged*\nI don't really care what happens to those bodies, but I'll make sure that that bandit is dead if i see him alive"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*If they decided to make their way back -\n\nOn their way back to the town, they would find the scene of battle intact. The bandit has indeed bled out and now lie dead. Both of them still had their breastplate and helmet on, along with their spear and side sword on their sword belt. Dagger and pouch still there, too.*\n\n*A wolf seems to be watching the scene fifty feet away in the woodland, staring at the body, before running when the two appeared again.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold slowed the cart, realizing that the wolves may drag the bodies off if he leaves them. That, or maybe other bandits would take the precious loot.* \"Hey, Chloe, if you don't mind, I'm going to take their belongings now. Maybe sell them to the smithy when we get back.\" *If Chloe was alright with it, he'd do just that, and in a hurry, too. The lack of a third passenger provided more room for storage, but not enough to haul the bodies along.*"
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "Of course, I was thinking the same thing really. I'll be taking one of their daggers if you don't mind, it might prove to be useful for me.\n*And she would do so, taking the dagger and pocketing it in a place she could eaily reach*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The two pocketed the loot from the scene easily. \n\nTwo OK quality breastplate, covering front and back - 300 silver ea.\nTwo pair of quality sallet helmet - probably worth 40 silver in resale value\nTwo normal steel, dagger, two arming swords, two spears - probably worth 40 silver total if all sold, excepting the dagger Chloe took.\nPlus roughly 110 silver of spare changes in the bandit's pouch. On the decapacitated bandit's pouch was a single gold coin that had a stain of dried blood on it.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold handed the gold coin to Chloe, figuring she deserved it for her kill, at least.* \"I'll probably keep the rest of the stuff, considering it wouldn't be getting to town without my cart.\" *Leopold would push the corpses to the other side of the road, away from the woods. Maybe that'd give him time before the wolves came.*"
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "Oh nice, blood stained coin... Thank you...\nYou'd probably get just as much for their equipment than you would for their actual body"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold nodded.* \"Make hay while the sun is still shining.\" *He hopped back on his cart, continuing to drive them back into town, probably at a slightly slower pace.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The two would arrive at the smithy, having completed their mission. Well, at least that's what the smithy owner have to trust them on.*\n\n\"Ahh, you've returned. I take it everything's gone well?\" *The Oni asked. He was already holding two gold coins in his hand,*\"There's some blood on the cart.\" *He too, wanted to ask.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"People who wanted to stop your son's education.\" *Leopold stepped off the cart once he stopped it, accepting his payment.* \"We stopped them.\""
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"I seee.\" *He handed the coins over,*\"Thank you for bringing my son over safely.\" *He peeked over the cart at his contents,*\"It definitely looked like you dealt with some bandits on the way. I think I could fix those up and resell them..\"\n\n*He started to count the number of items, and then tapped the breastplate with his hand,*\"This pile of things... I could offer six gold total for all of them. Fair offer?\""
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "Yes! Don't worry, that's not your son's blood. He entered the college safely\nThank you for the payment sir"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Gold was just a means to an end for Leopold, so he accepted without any haggling.* \"Sounds fine to me, if you can have your guys unload it off my cart. My back is killing me.\" *A lie, but a harmless one. The Steppe Elf moved from the cart, offering a hand to Chloe.* \"Pleasure to meet you, Chloe. May you find the Warmth in Shadows some day.\" *Leopold's metal skull band was still showing.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The smith had his apprentice unload all of the equipments from the cart, and handed over the eight gold coins to Leopold, who was doing the talking. It would be up to him to distribute the coinage.*\n\n**Quest Complete.**\n\n**0.5 Progression Point awarded to each of you!**"
},
{
"author": "iguiltyfire",
"message": "Likewise Leopold, it has been a pleasure to meet you *She said as she stepped off the cart*\nAnd i wish you *Good luck* In any of your future endeavours!"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold gave a small smile as Chloe left her share. He still had some corpses to collect. Back onto his cart, Leopold drove his faithful horses down the road once more.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "**By the time Leopold arrived back on the road, it turned out one of the corpse was already dragged away - specifically, the one without the head. The other one was still intact where it was, though it was starting to smell a little bit.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Okay with the turnout, Leopold would load the body next to him on the bench and ride back to the college, eager to receive his 100 silver.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The guard would walk forward, collecting the body after summoning Professor Mortimer out. He was a very well dressed and healthy looking man with bright hair, and a wide smile on his face, plus a pair of primitive glasses.*\n\n\"Ohhh... This is a good body, a little bit smelly, but it will do.\" *He handed over a gold coin and twenty silver,*\"Here, have my gratitude. It is hard to come by a body for medical study.\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold thought about saying something, but figured this was already a weird enough situation. Instead, he turned to the nearest guard.* \"Any good tavern's north of here? My horses need rest and I need food.\" *He figured the Professor wouldn't know.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The guard pointed at the small town outside the college,*\"There's a few taverns and inn, good food and all, serving the rich students here. Also good stables.\" \n\n\"If you go up north along the King's road, then you'll reach Ie. Yes, Ie, e, Eeee. That place's got a pretty nice tavern when I came over here a few years ago.\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Good man,\" *Leopold saying, turning his cart for the last stretch of the day.* \"You all take care now!\" *A profitable day, but not necessarily one that brought him closer to his lord. Leopold would have to pray tonight.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"And you too.\" *The guard waved him good bye, and then went back to his post, sitting on a conveniently relocated barrel.*"
}
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{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*With Auctobalfest starting just a few hours ago, festivities were in full swing. New Salvainia, the capital of Salvainia, held one of the biggest festivals in the country. Pumpkin posts stood 10ft high, all with signage explaining the event and activities available. Children ran about, chasing one another in face paint and scary masks while adults sat and drank in the many feasts. Contests of strength, of drinking and eating, or of pumpkin carving were happening in every street with copper being bet on who would be the victor. The entire city was filled with light on what would've been a dark and cold evening, and the music came from minstrels, musicians, and the spirited souls who sang along. There was no shortage of things to do, of food to eat. This was one of the larger Auctobal Day Festivals in all of Drase.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*While Everyone was having fun doing their own little things, with the adults either eating, chatting, or drinking and the children having fun chasing each other while acting as their own characters, like one was dressed up as Auctobal and the other one was dressed up as the King. The little rascals would occasionally bump into people or each other but no worries, they don't mind, it is Auctobalfest after all and people were smiling while food was smelling good with decorations and fun activities going on, But they bumped into someone who didn't seem to enjoy much, the kids would say sorry and run off, but he didn't seem like on the mood, he stood tall covered in layers of muscle and meat but was only wearing a loincloth, he had horns like no other with skin white as snow and shackles wrapped around his wrists, his red eyes were expressionless as he would breathe deeply, he continued to pull a chart full of pumpkins from the smallest to largest, it sure seemed heavy but it was like nothing to him, everyday he pulled that chart one delivery after another, he didn't mind it all but today is very different, and he has no problem with it, it's just that he doesn't like it when it's too noisy with the musicians playing and all of that, since it reminds him a scent of his past, but when it came to the people staring and gossiping he just got used to that, he tries to ignore it continuing his delivery. The Gigantic white bull or brayer would be near an Intersection not far to his destination, nothing would really grab the bulls attention since he's seen these things every Auctobalfest, He never really planned to join one of the festivities but would love to enter the eating contest, but people would probably outmatch him even if he eats twice his mass, and some would probably speak ill of him.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*The children would make a wide berth for Cretan, not quite sure if he was in a costume or one of the Brayer they had heard so much about, hailing from far East. The streets were rather noisy and not soon to become quiet, though people were self aware enough to move out of the large person's way. Auctobal Day was a non-violent day after all, and disturbing the Brayer seemed like a bad idea. That was of course, except for a little Macen girl who would almost run right in front of Cretan before looking up and raising her small had out, with candies on display.* \"I got some treats! Want some?\" *She was always taught to share, and it didn't seem like anybody was sharing with the lonely looking bull man.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Cretan was stuck in his thoughts on what dinner he should have after this delivery which would quickly fade away as he was approached by a little Macen girl with candies on her hand. It has been quite a long time since someone would try to give him something. This was probably one in a million and we need more people like these, but hey, reality is reality and you can do nothing about it. The large Bull would stop before getting any closer to the little Macen girl, The white Brayer would kneel down with his other hand still on the chart, He would look at the child with a thankful expression and a small smile.* \"I would be glad have some little one.\" *He replied with a deep baritone like voice, he didn't sound dull instead he sounded decent, no accents or anything. The Brayer would open his other hand exposing his large palm to accept what the little girl has to give. It was a quite rare sight to see with a large snow white minotaur socializing with a small Macen girl.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*She'd happily give a few small pieces of toffee and chocolate, gently placing it in his large hand. The girl would then run off into the crowd without saying anything else, looking for someone else to share her candy with. The music would quiet a bit as the announcer let everyone know that several completions would begin, with many onlookers clearing the streets to flock to tables in order to participate or just watch.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*News of an event nearby gave a huntress something to do while waiting for the next bounty. For Zara, it was all work when there was work, and only 'play' when there was nothing else to do, or when she needed to recover from the last.\nMaybe she should start taking it easy... Letting others take bounties and risk their lives for the betterment of others. Something to consider in the future, after this event. For now, it was time to... Well, do whatever there was to do in the Auctobal Festival. From what Zara's seen there are six different 'games', but none of them interest her. She was just there.\nBut at least the music was alright.*\n\n*As the little girl gently placed the candies on the hand of the large white bull, he would feel her little fingers which warmed his heart being touched by someone so friendly and caring. The candies were chocolate and coffee which Cretan appreciated, he would let go of the chart for a bit to unwrap the candies which the girl gave to him, and after unwrapping he would place the candies in his mouth before standing up after the little girl ran away to do her own thing, after he stood up he would hold the cart again with both of his arms gripping around it tightly. The large white Brayer would continue his delivery towards the back of the stage for the pumpkins to be delivered to, since the pumpkins are gonna be needed for the carving contest. Once he reached the back of the stage a man in costume would suddenly walk towards him to assure that the pumpkins are in good shape, and they were. He would start to unload the pumpkins from the largest to the smallest, after unloading the pumpkins the man would whistle for some men to come and collect the pumpkins to be put on stage, after that Cretan would finally get his payment which is a sack of 3 silver coins handed by the man, he would put it on the side of his loincloth and would go to do his own thing. The brayer would then get something in his mind due to the girl giving him candy, what if he participated in one of the competitions, that might help him get some friends, but hey, that's just a thought, it ain't really gonna work. So, He would continue on pulling his Iron bound cart with him to find certain place to eat, but damn he really wants some of those pies.*\n\n**Gonna skip turn for Red to GM if he wants**"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*An announcer stood atop the stage, stamping his foot to garner attention before beginning his spiel.* \"Ladies and gentlemen, we still have four open seats for the pie eating contest and more than a few spots for those wanting to drink some spiced ale! Those of you feasting, keep on eating and drinking, but make sure to watch. There might be some silver on the line, if you know what I mean!\" *The table all had a lamb roast at the center, being cut up and eat by those sitting, and kegs were being passed around and slowly emptied. The pie to be eaten were filled with berries and sugar, freshly made.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Zara looked over in the direction of the stomping she heard and listened to the announcer, who declared spaces free for pie eating and ale drinking... With rewards of silver.\nIf it was anything else, Zara would go for it just for the silver, but she'd personally rather not. Watching might be fun though, so she'd decide to go toward the crowd in front of the stage to watch.*\n\n*Cretan was already pulling his cart halfway down the street just behind one of the stages, but when he heard 'four open seats for the pie eating contest' something hit him, he would let go of his cart parking just right behind the stage where the pie eating contest is getting hosted. The large white brayer would go around the stage, with the crowd splitting up into two as he walked towards the seats for the pie eating contest. This was probably Instinct since skipped lunch this afternoon so he could all sum it up with dinner, but who guessed his instincts would make him join a pie eating contest. The enormous snow white bull would take a seat, but the seat seemed too little for his size so it would look kinda off since the backrest only reached his lower back exposing most of his body. He would soon then snap out breathing deeply, he would try to avoid any eye contact with the other contestants and would wait until the contest started. He would feel sheepish after a few moments since he's quite shy being in the middle of a crowd, he preferred the streets more. Cretan would think to himself why he did it which concluded to no answer, he has no other choice but to step up his game since what is purpose of entering the contest if you won't even try.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Zara would likely notice betting circles taking place at the tables, with many trying to put copper on the biggest person in the contest. Speaking of...*\n\n*With Cretan's arrival to the game, there'd admittedly be a hush over the crowd. Then, there'd suddenly be a shout from the back.* \"YES!\" *Walking forward, a large figure would approach the stage. He looked to be a Mogash, but had reddish skin and horns. He was a Red Oni, taking on a human form that seemed nearly the same size as his original ogre form. Standing a touch about seven feet tall, he'd take the seat next to Cretann, wearing a large smile. The crowd was excited once more, ready for the contest to begin. A couple more portly fellows would take the other two seats, hoping their size would give them an advantage.* \n\n*Zara would see the betting heavily skew between either the Brayer or the Oni. Betting on either offered 2:1 odds, while anyone else looked as high as 10:1. The betting pool was limited to 25 copper, of course, as it was all meant in good fun. They were all shouting and arguing and excitement, but it'd be possible to make a bet in time, if she was interested.*\n\n\"Here we are, folks,\" *The announcer would cry, standing to the side,* \"About to start! As long as you keep your hands to yourself and your pie goes down your gullet first, you win! Are! You! Ready!\" *The crowd was now going wild, with people jumping up and down. This announcer knew how to get people excited, even just to watch people how to eat pie.* \"THREE! TWO! ONE! PIIEEEE!\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Betting on who might win, eh? Well there's no harm in it. Small betting pool... And Zara had a lot of money, so she'd bet the 25 copper limit, on Cretan.\n~~because why not lmao~~\nNow she'd watch the contest and wait for the outcome. This oughta be entertaining, watching people eat competitively.*\n\n*The White Bull would noticed that the crowd was all excited due to him entering, which made him feel better about himself, but it didn't take long for another figure, almost large as him walk towards the tables, as said it had reddish like skin and horns and almost looked like a mogash, but it was a red Oni which would make much more sense. The Red Oni sat right beside Cretan with a big smile on his face, Cretan didn't mind at all but he did glance at the Red Oni with his Crimson eyes analyzing his foe.*\n\n*The announcer started speaking and seemed like crying, it caught the attention of large brayer with his ear flickering as the announcer said 'ready' with the crowd getting all overexcited, and then it started after the announcer said 'PIIEEEE!' which made Cretan kinda shocked Cretan in way to get his blood flowing before quickly grabbing two pies shoving it down his unto his mouth one after another without chewing just like it was a snack, the Pie did taste quite good which meant cretan could faster than just four pies in four seconds. The Bull had an advantage of sort since he was hungry which meant he could eat twice the amount of his mass. He enjoyed eating the pies with a happy expression on his face as he shoves pies down in his throat.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*The cheering was loud and raucous as the competition started, so loud that the people couldn't hear the announcer call the victor. Cretan had eaten his pie in less than a second. In fact, the crowd was loud enough that Cretan must have not heard him either. The Brayer went on to eat four pies in that many seconds before everyone fell in a stunned silence at the sight before them The Red Oni was still cramming in the last bit of pie into his mouth, looking amazed. It seemed as though, just before the contest began, the baker's apprentice had placed the next stack of pies to be eaten by Cretan's plate, and the Brayer mistook it as the pies he had to eat. Almost instantly, the Oni took Cretan's hand, standing and raising it in the air. Whatever he yelled was indecipherable because of his pie-filled mouth, but the crowd exploded into celebration once more.* \"FOUR PIES, FOUR PIES, FOURS PIES!\" *The crowd chanted for the Brayer, not knowing his name and instead lovingly granting him one of their own.*\n\n*The betting circle went wild as betters cried that the reward should be four times, in honor of the eaten pies. The amusement of the show and the good spirit of the night made the betkeeper concede, paying out all who bet on the Brayer eight times their initial bet. Zara would receive 200 copper for her bet.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The large white brayer or known as Cretan was really confused at first since he thought they were going to eat more than four pies, but it turns out he wasn't supposed to that which explains why the people went silent and then exploded cheering him. He didn't expect the Red Oni to raise his hand out of nowhere, so he might've looked dumb when he faced the crowd in confusion licking the crumbs of the pies off his lips and clearing his throat. He was actually going to grab another pie before the Oni grabbed his arm but hey, he never thought of this to happen. Nope, did not. The Crowd cheering and the amazed Oni made him feel butterflies in his stomach unless there were actual butterflies in the pies. He would smile proudly for his accidental achievement of eating four pies in a pie eating contest, now thinking of it, he actually eats more than that. Cretan would raise his other arm out of enjoyment looking at the crowd with a big smile on his face* **Mooing** *Loudly as happiness strikes him. This was the first time Cretan actually achieved something and it might change his future forever, thanks to his instincts, but he is still planning on eating afterwards since four pies aren't enough to feed his 392lbs+ body.*\n\n*Zara was right; the Brayer won the eating contest. Couldn't say she was surprised though. She'd pick up her 200 copper of winnings and pocket it.\nNow what was next she wondered? Was the ale drinking contest next? Zara would attend, but...\nWell, actually, maybe she could. She wasn't sure. Now that she was considering working less and having more time to herself, maybe Zara could branch out. Try new things. Alcohol included.\nShe'll consider it again when the drinking contest comes up though.*"
}
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{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Cretan was rewarded a purse of 48 silver, four times the usual reward for the pie eating competition, and escorted of the stage with a round of applause. He'd be free to move around Auctobalfest with many happily recognizing him as 'Four Pies.'*\n\n*The spiced ale drinking competition was next up, with around twenty or so contestants. The goal was to drink two mugs of spiced ale first, and all without spilling a drop. The second rule was primarily to avoid repeat contestants, though made sure there was a degree of skill necessary. Zara would be free to join at her leisure, with the reward being a keg of the spiced ale, sized proportionally to the winner.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Being recognized as 'Four Pies' was fine for Cretan and he's even proud of it, but being escorted off the stage with a round of applause kinda made him shy since he hasn't been given such respect. He didn't know such little things could make a big difference, especially accidentally eating more than what was anticipated, but Cretan sure did enjoy it. He also received a purse of 48 silver which was quite a lot, probably because it's four times the amount, and that much silver could feed him for days and even maybe save some for the future. The Four Pies would put the purse in his sack containing 3 silver located hanging on the side of his loincloth, after that he was ready to go to find somewhere to eat, but when he heard that there was another contest he would go and see who was going to win it due to his curiosity. The large white brayer or now commonly known as Four Pies would walk towards the Spiced Ale drinking competition with his hooves leaving footprints on the ground, he would join the crowd standing taller than most, some people would recognize nice him and would compliment him which he gladly appreciated replying to them.*\n\n*Ehh... Zara would rather buy and drink in her own time rather than competitively... Publicly. Besides, she didn't want to risk getting ill drinking three bottles faster than anyone else.\nThough she was open to betting if anybody else was up for it.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*The betting circle for the spiced ale contest would be large, taking bids up to 100 copper. The three leaders, all yielding two to one odds, were a trio of Mogash, popular faces in the city apparently. They were called One, Two, and Three, in respect in the number of tusks they had. Three had what seemed like a genetic mutation, with a risk coming out of the middle of his lower jaw. Who it came down to would very likely be luck, but some citizens insisted that Three had a secret technique.*\n\n*For those not betting, there were just men and women cheering on whichever contestant they knew best while eating slice of lamb roast and drinking their mead slowly, just happy to take part in the festivities.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*100 Copper was this time's. Zara bet the full amount, on a random contestant this time. She was confident 'Four Pies' would win again, but didn't want to keep betting on him. Gonna let someone else who bets on him win a few coins.\nThat being said, Zara would proceed to watch the contest.*"
},
{
"author": "crowfyre",
"message": "The smell of roasted lamb, mead, and sweet filled his nose, making his mouth water. It drawn him closer to what seems to be on going contest. Food eating contest. Oh this is going to be fun to watch! Who gets to vomit first! Or get sick cause to full and give up! Perhaps he'll bet some coppers into it. His ears perked up and his tail twitching in excitement, he had the most dumbest smile on his face. Well finding an available spot to sit down was tough but he manage to find an empty seat."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*There'd be a slight delay in the game, something about a few kids in costumes trying to pass as adult contestants, so the watchers would have time to talk amongst themselves while the people running the competition looked for more contestants. Slices of meat pie were being passed out as well. A few previous contestants began singing songs about Auctobalfest, heartily and a bit off-key. It was one of those songs that was easy to learn and, more importantly, easy to mumble along to.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hah. Underaged kids trying to get into the competition. Not surprising, really. Maybe they got dared, maybe they wanted to drink to 'try it', who knows.\nWell while there was a gap, Zara would turn her attention elsewhere. Meat pie being distributed, and people started singing. Zara went for some pie herself. Been a while since she's had food like that before. Normally she travels a lot so she hunts game and cooks it over a fire to eat. Plain meat doesn't have any flavour, but it's still food at least. She was excited to eat something that had actual flavour.*\n\n*When Cretan heard that there was a delay it didn't surprise him since last year's Auctobalfest also had the same probablem with teens getting in outfits to look like adults. The Large brayer would gladly accept some pie while still in the crowd, it was actually good. While waiting there for the contest to start He would start to eat the pie piece by piece to enjoy its texture and flavor, after that he'd look at the contestants and one of them seemed off with a mutated tusk, but everyone's different so he can't judge him, but in the process the bull did notice some short contestants that seemed more odd than usual, he has an suspicious feeling about this. His face still seemed normal with the same expression, but he was actually paying attention.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*The competition would begin, and the Mogash started to drink greedily. One and Two were pouring the spiced ale straight down their throats, drinking it faster than any other. Three, however, grabbed both the mugs and stuck them between his tusks. They stayed there, and the Mogash leaned his head back, effortlessly drinking both mugs at once. He barely finished before his two friends, being the first to empty their mugs. However, every single Mogash spilled, along with nearly every other contestant. It turned out that trying to chug the drinks was not the way to win. Instead, it was a rather petite Dark Elf that successfully drank both mugs without spilling, doing so with a smirk. She received the coin purse, and all the contestants applauded for her.*\n\n*With no event planned at the table afterwards, citizens were free to mingle amongst themselves.*"
},
{
"author": "crowfyre",
"message": "His tail twitches behind him, look at all those pies! They look so delicious! His tail practically wagged for a feline beastkin. He loves food, this festival is the best. Basically almost free food. He gotten himself two pies and eats it. Getting some crumbs onto his hands and cheeks a little. He notice there was some lack of contestant. Maybe he should enter? No, he probably shouldn't. He may be physically and mentally mature since 6 years old. His appearance look deceiving, looking younger, almost child like. When he watched the drinking competition... Damn that one guy scarfed it down but spilled a bit! What a messy drinker and a waste! That dark elf though! Not even a drop! Whoa! He claps for the dark elf and eats more pie."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*As the Competition began, Cretan awould cheer with the crowd* **Mooing** *In the process, cheering for the mogash with the large tusks raising his large arms, but something caught his eye, he noticed that the two mogash spilled their drinks and then not far away from the mogash trios, there was a dark elf with two empty mugs, her body seemed different from the other contestants but she somehow beat them. His jaw would slightly drop since he can't even drink anything without spilling and mogash are known to be quite the drinkers but a dark elf outmatched them in their own game, after that The bull would applause with the crowd in a little bit of shock that he still can't believe that the mogash were beat by a small and slender dark elf. After the competition the large white brayer would turn around to walk away and maybe find the Ideal place to eat.*\n\n*Zara was surprised to see that the woman won out over the rest of the contenders. Congratulations to her. Slow and steady wins the race, it would seem.\nShe'd take a bite out of her pie. Good food, a very welcome change from unseasoned meat. Actually, one of the best pies she'd had. A combination of the festivities, with the chefs skill most likely.\nNow what should she do? Zara looked around herself, a 360 degree field of vision at a 30-foot (10 metre) range. Blindfolds didn't mean she was blind; they were more to help focus her Sixth Sense, by relying more on the magical ability than eyesights. As a bonus, her other senses are a little better... Which was probably another factor that made the meat pie taste so good.*"
},
{
"author": "crowfyre",
"message": "It seems the party is over, contest no more. That's quite a bummer. He leaped off his chair and bounds away, not before snatching some pieces of pie of the table when no one looking. At least as he thinks so as he heard shouting behind him. He squeaks in response and flees away as he stuffed the pie into his mouth. Racing right past Cretan as he rather not get caught for snatching people pie from their table."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*As the white bull was scoping out the area for a nice place to eat while walking slowly, he would not noticed someone was heading his way until that someone passed by in quite the speed. He was fast and agile but Cretan has no time for that due to him not wanting to waste time trying to chase a speeding person, since he wasn't the fastest and it would prove illogical if he tried, but he did notice that this person did something that made the people upset since they were chasing him. He'll probably get banned from Auctobalfest because of this, which is non of Cretan's business. Instead, the bull would get grabbed by the smell of a Certain food, the scent was strong and his body just moved on its own walking towards the direction of the smell. He knew that smell and it was one of his favorite foods, he actually planned to go to a local place but this is just too seducing. Cretan's Body Followed the Direction while his mind was eating the Imaginary food, he would then snap out when he gets asked what he wants to Order, and he Orders the Current food being cooked, after that he would take a seat on a stool which was too tiny for him but was strong enough to support his weight.*\n\n*Zara enjoyed her time here. Watching the contestants make fools of themselves for money, the sights, sounds, and smells... It was all pretty nice, everything that was and was not listed.\nThough with nothing else to do, Zara decided to take her leave. She'd have finished her pie and left the plate - disposed of it if it was disposable, or return it to the kitchen if it wasn't - and then prepare to go elsewhere. As much as she considered working less while she was here, she'd decided she'll take a break later.\nNow it was time to find work, if there was any on Auctobal.*\n__Zara departs from the scene.__"
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{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Ralki after thoroughly enjoying the Auctobal festival walks around, looking around, for what exactly? Who knows, might be friends, might be a mission, or some cool shop.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Sam had only recently returned from her little journey into the mountains, she had her scythe on her back and a pleasant smile on her face as the day was still here and she was still on her day off. Now she knew that she looked out of place, carrying a decently sized and quite lethal looking scythe upon her back, but it was her favorite and most effective weapon and there was no way that she was going to leave it home. Nevertheless, she walked the streets taking a looking around at just about anything that piqued her curiosity*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Ralki looks around some more and finds... An apple stall! Ralki hadn't had apples in a while, mostly bread and meat pie, Ralki had to buy some, so she did. Infact Ralki got a basket full of them.* \"Ah, nothings better than an apple in the morning.\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Sam had soon found herself in front of the very same apple stall that Ralki was looking at, she of course also just had to have one or two... Especially when she hadn't really eaten in a little, so she bought and apple before stepping out of the way so other customers could have at the produce as well*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Ralki notices Sam and says to her* \"These are nice apples right?\" *Ralki takes a bite.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "*Sam glanced over and nodded, she had already taken a bite so speaking with her mouth full wasn't exactly an option. She had soon swallowed the portion of apple and actually spoke up this time* \"Yeah, these apples are actually really delicious\" *Now Sam wasn't an apple expert, but she knew that these apples were pretty dang good... Mainly because that's how they tasted, but that was her opinion on the matter* \"Haven't had one this good in quite a bit in all honesty\""
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "\"Me neither! And it's so good! Of course it's not the best in the world, but I say it's probably near the top... 10000.\" *Ralki takes another bite,* \"I bet the farmers who made this really knew what they were doing.\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"I can't say that I've had that many apples, so I'd put this on maybe my top ten... Eh, maybe even top five\" *Sam gave a shrug as she looked over to the person she was talking to, they looked to be a girl around her age, though this girl was definitely far shorter than she was. That wasn't much of an issue though, Sam wasn't one to judge people after all* \"I'm Sam by the way, you are?\""
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "\"I am Ralki, very famous potter\" *This was a lie* \"And new adventurer! I haven't went on many missions though, only 1,* \"How about you?\""
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"I see, I guess you could call me an adventure... Though many wouldn't like to come across me. As for missions? I've had countless already\" *Sam was a self trained assassin, she took kill contracts and executed them... Most of the time, there were times when she was merciful but those were rare. Her career didn't mean she was a cold hearted killer though, she just had an unfortunate childhood and was pushed to do what she could to survive, and ironically killing kept her alive. Nevertheless, it was her day off and she'd rather not think of such sad things* \"But yeah, I've been to many places despite my age... Though I can't say I've don't great things at said places\""
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "\"Wow, I bet you must've went to cool places, name one place you went to!\" *Ralki is oblivious to the reasons that people take up this line of work, as she's only adventuring out of boredom, it's obvious that there's not much reason to her efforts. This lack of reason is something most people assume that Ralki won't survive much out there, maybe they're right.*"
},
{
"author": "ryromancer",
"message": "\"Etalu\" *Upon mentioning this place, Sam's facial expressions went from calm and casual happiness to pure and utter sadness, as if she was having a sort of flashback to an event that happened there. Well there was an event, that event being her near death. It was a simple assassination mission, but the person she was after had more tricks up their sleeve than she and it almost cost her her right eye, and almost even her life... That's why there's a scar over her right eye, though she'd probably never tell this story* \"Yeah... Cool places\""
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "\"Wow, you must be an great and strong adventurer, definitely as not as great as me\" *Another blatant lie* \"But you're definitely a great person!\""
}
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{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "*Energetically, Alarise would run through the streets, looking around at all the things everywhere as one would with a super short attention span.*"
},
{
"author": "the_guy6956",
"message": "*As Alarise would go around the streets, she would spot a hooded figure with floofy orange ears casually following her. They looked suuuuuuper sketchy.*"
},
{
"author": "simbot34",
"message": "*She squints at the figure, taking off at top speed as to just avoid them entirely.*"
}
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{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*There would be a few rowhouses built beside the road leading to the gates of the city, all connecting and appearing abandoned. Bricks and shingles would be all about, paint peeling and windows shattered. It looked someone attempted to make a fancy inn of some sort, only for the whole project to fail. All the doors were kicked in, probably thanks to the work of nearby hoodlums. A couple of hooded figures stood near the corner of the rowhouses, farthest from where road would lead Gabriel, if he followed the map. This was the place; now, he had to find the pickpocket. A figure shifted away from one of the top floor windows upon the Fledgling's arrival.*"
},
{
"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "*Gabriel rode on, following the map and arriving at abandoned houses. The first thing he would do is secure the horse, making sure it does not wander away while he's doing his business. He'll trace another glowing blue magical circle in the air, summoning a wolf. This wolf he'll leave with his horse with the command to guard and alert him if anyone tries to abscond with it.*\n\n*Next, he would focus his energy into and around himself. Gabriel's senses are enhanced, with his sight and smell becoming more acute. He would also audibly and visually mask his presence a little from onlookers. With his heightened senses, Gabriel would look around and sniff the air. He'll look for anyone or anything that might look or smell like a slime.*\n\n`Gabriel casts Spirit Wolves for 15 Mana, 105 Mana remaining and Predatorial Senses for 5 Mana, 100 Mana remaining. Mana capped at 105.`"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Many slime distinctly smell of the ocean, and a similar salty brine smell was coming from the third floor of the abandoned buildings. The two figures at the corner of the building, both Silnari, would be looking over a parchment while glancing over at Gabriel. They couldn't make out his details, but were aware he was there as they had been watching the road, and he arrived on horseback.*"
},
{
"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "*Gotcha, he thought to himself as he noticed the salty smell. The Silnari might either be working with the Uzhi or completely unrelated. He's wary of the two figures. He made a mental note of them, but othrewise paid them no mind for now. His target is the slime.*\n\n*Gabriel would then walk down the road casually, acting as if he'd belonged. He'll enter the building neighboring the one where he smelled the briny smell from. He'll keep focus on the smell.*\n\n`Gabriel is making sure to keep track of the scent, recasting Predator Sense as necessary. Mana at 100 out of Mana cap 105`"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*The Silnari would watch Gabriel enter the buildings, but do nothing else. Inside, Gabriel would see the building torn up quite a bit. The walls had stains and cracks, and the floor was covered in broken glass. This place had been vandalized and stormed in many a time, it seemed. Towards the center of the building, a set of stairs would lead upwards. No noise could really be heard aside from some slight thumping from the fireplace, opposite of the stairs, and the wind whistling through the open windows. The smell lingered above, and Gabriel would also be able to see rats and insects scurry across the ground.*"
},
{
"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "*Once inside, Gabriel would first try to sense any other people that may be within. He pays no mind to the rats and bugs, but he'll sniff the air for other strong scents. He'll slowly make his way up to the third floor, making sure to be as quiet as possible. He does want to try catching the slime off guard. It might just give him an advantage on his task. He'll keep maintaining his acute senses as he goes.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*There'd be no other telltale scents as Gabriel continued, as well as no indication that anyone else was in the building. The stairs creaked occasionally under Gabriel's weight, though they seemed to fit in with the typical creaking noises from the walls and beams. At the bottom of the last set of stairs, the third floor would be somewhat visible. A blue, slimy arm could be seen coming out of the chimney, which worked its way all the way to the roof. It came from a hole made by a few displaced stones, about 1ft in length and width. It was holding on to another stone, likely for stability. Some sort of thumbing could be heard coming from it, and the smell of salty brine and soot was strong.*"
},
{
"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "*Gabriel wouldn't be able to make heads nor tails of activity of the slime. But, if the slime is occupied, then now would be a good chance to apprehend him. Gabriel would quietly approach the chimney while deliberating on what to do. He would kneel by the chimney and grab for the arm with a strong grip.*\n\n\"What are you doing in there, buddy? Isn't that a bit dangerous?\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Whoa, what the—\" *The arm would struggle a bit, almost losing its grip. The voice sounded young, likely a teenager. However, this struggle didn't seem to last for too long.* \"Hey, alright. I'm guessing you're a bounty hunter or something?\" *The voice was a little muffled, only coming from the hole.* \"I'll climb up, just let me go, alright?\" *The Uzhi's voice didn't seem shaky or fearful, almost like they were expecting this.*"
},
{
"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "\"Bounty hunter? What makes you say that?\" *Gabriel chuckles. He ponders on the slime's words, but he wouldn't let go. Instead, he would shift his weight a little and come to a squatting position. He would still be maintaining his grip on the Uzhi. * \"I don't think so. I'll help you up. Seems a bit dangerous to be letting you go. What if you slip and fall, hmm?\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*The Uzhi would grumble a bit too himself before answering.* \"Yeah, yeah, sure.\" *A hand came out of the hole, squeezing by the arm, and the Uzhi began pulling himsef out of the small hole with Gabriel's help. It would be an odd sight, if this was the first time Gabriel witnessed an Uzhi stretching their body to unnatural degrees. He wouldn't weigh much, so Gabriel would have no problem pulling him out.*"
},
{
"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "\"Well then. I suppose you knew you did something wrong if you automatically assumed I'm a bounty hunter.\" *Gabriel would pat the young Uzhi's shoulder before pushing him along. He would carefully maneuver the Uzhi against a wall to make cuffing the slime easier.* \"Why'd you do it? Were you hungry? Wanted to get something you can't afford?\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Cutting the occasional purse beats having to work an hoe or an oar.\" *The Uzhi sounded completely unapologetic, blatantly unintimidated by being arrested. He accepted the handcuffs well enough, barely grunting in dissent.* \"Why do you arrest pickpockets for a handful of silver?\" *He'd move down the stairs at Gabriel's command.*"
},
{
"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "\"Because I have a goal. Arresting pickpockets like you would be a stepping stone for it.\" *Gabriel would move his hand to the young slime's shoulder.* \"Beats having to steal and run.\" *He would keep a gentle but firm grip, guiding the boy downstairs and out the building. Gabriel would be keeping an eye out the Silnari from earlier as they walk.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Eugh. Working for a living, sounds awful.\" *After his snide retort, the Uzhi would also look over to the two Silnari at the corner.* \"Let's see what they think.\" *At this, the pickpocket would strain against Gabriel's grip, towards the onlookers. Not enough to get away, but defintiely getting their attention.* \"Hey! That parchment in your hand, that's my bounty, right? I've seen you lurking around, waiting for me to get arrested so you could find my stash! \" *The two Silnari would look at each other, the Uzhi, then Gabriel. They didn't seem like they were going to deny it* \"500 silver if you guys can get rid of this chump! You'll never find the silver without me!\" *One of the Silnari began slowly reaching down towards a long, broken piece of wood, part of a frame for one of the broken windows.*"
},
{
"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "*The Uzhi's actions would put Gabriel on high alert. He would tighten his grip on the Uzhi and call his one summoned wolf to his side, growling.* \"I won't recommend it!\" *He would also begin drawing blue sigils with his free hand. A glowing blue circle that upon completion would summon another wolf to Gabriel's side.* \"Your stash, huh? Is that what you were up to in the chimney?\" *He proclaimed, making his voice loud enough for the Silnari to hear.*\n\n`Gabriel casts Spirit Wolf for 15 Mana, 90 Mana remaining, Mana capped at 90.`"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Unless one of you are a lot more flexible than you look, you won't be reaching it without me! He won't kill you! It's a couple of oversized dogs...\" *The Uzhi would lean back and jerk his head backwards while he spoke, attempting to headbutt Gabriel,* \"...And a guy with a broken nose!\" *He wouldn't be very strong, relying more on his speed and sudden change in tactics to surprise his captor.*\n\n*The two elves wouldn't seem very sure about what to do, but the unarmed one would grab a sizable rock from the ground and hurl it at one of the wolves, likely trying to see if it was an illusion or not. The other would simply tighten his grip on his makeshift weapon, uncertain. They didn't seem the confrontational type, but might test their luck if things lined up right.*"
},
{
"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "*Gabriel was focused on the two Silnari, so he would not have expected the sudden headbutt. What he would do though is growl angrily, holding his nose.* \"You slimy little-\" *He would then try to physically tackle the Uzhi to the ground and sit on him.*\n\n*The rock that was thrown likely grazed one of the wolves, making it yelp. Gabriel would command both wolves to keep up their aggressive stances. Hopefully it would be enough to spook the Silnari into not interfering.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Alright, alright!\" *The Uzhi would protest upon hitting the ground, not able to overpower Gabriel, especially when handcuffed. The Silnari wielding a makeshift club would slowly walk forward, holding his weapon up. His companion would follow behind, holding another rock in their hand. They were risking it, but did not look in any way determined. If any real sign of danger appeared, they'd probably scram.* \"Think about the silver!\" *The Uzhi would cry while pinned.*"
},
{
"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "\"Would you rather risk your chances, then?\" *Gabriel would cry out in response.* \"I may not want to kill you, but... **No one said anything about seriously maiming you.**\" *He would grin, tilting his head. He would put on a smug expression as he would start waving his left hand across the air. More blue sigils would appear and manifest a third wolf. He would then command all three of his wolves to start tackling and biting at the Silnari's arms and legs, but not enough to seriously harm them.*\n\n`Gabriel cast Spirit Wolves for 15 Mana, 75 Mana remaining, Mana capped at 75.`"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*In an act of reverse autodefenstration, the faster of the pair of elves would throw themselves through the nearest window, attempting to escape the wolves. The other would simply run in the other direction, dropping their weapon. The wolves would very quickly catch up to him, tackling him to the ground and mauling him as he cried out in pain. The Uzhi wouldn't fight back as he watched this all happen, shocked.* \"Well,\" *He said, notably much more uncomfortable,* \"I guess it's a good thing I've already surrendered, huh?\""
},
{
"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "*Gabriel would then whistle. He recalls his wolves to his side while dragging the injured Silnari with them. Gabriel would have one wolf pin the Silnari while he gently touch them and start healing his wounds. He would also say in a low and menacing tone,* \"Consider that your warning. I might '**Accidentally**' lose control of them if you decide to interfere again.\" *The three wolves surrounding them would growl, baring their teeth as if to drive the point home.*\n\n`Gabriel cast Healing Touch for 5 Mana, 70 Mana remaining, Mana capped at 75.`"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*The Silnari would resign his efforts, whimpering fearfully with his hands up, not wanting anymore trouble. Going forward, there'd be no more resistance in arresting the Uzhi. Gabriel would have a comfortable ride back to New Sunlight if he desired.* \"Good for nothing morons...\" *The Uzhi pickpocket clearly wasn't happy with how this all turned out.*\n\n**QUEST COMPLETE**\n*0.5PP Awarded!*"
},
{
"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "*Gabriel would let the Silnari go once he had healed the wounds. He would then pull the Uzhi back on his feet and nudge him over to where the horse is. He would have his entourage of spirit wolves accompany them on the ride back. He reasoned that it would be safer to have them around. Extra insurance never hurt after all. He would pat the Uzhi's back,* \"Tough luck, eh?\""
}
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{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "*Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.* The club tapped the ground over and over again as the man who held it glanced from face to face from his seat on the curb. The man had a beard and a mustache that was well trimmed, and was dressed in a full suit of armor. He wasn't much of a standout in the crowd, other than well, his horn. It grew out from the left side of his forehead, and seemed to be about the length of his head. How did he carry that thing without breaking his neck, I don't know. But he sat, and he studied. Was he looking for someone? Was he simply just... Looking at people for fun? From the horn, he was definitely an Oni, a rare species that usually lived in the outskirts of civilization. What was he doing here?"
},
{
"author": "quack1104",
"message": "*Emily had a hood over her head and her quiver on her back, her bow attached to the side of the quiver, she was sitting on top of her dad's blacksmith shop were her legs dangling down, she'd always wanted to go out and. Explore but her father was always too worried for her safety and never let her go far*"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "Takeshi wasn't one for long hellos, or rather, for hellos at all. He wasn't particularly good at social situations, even if they were the easiest things to other people. He also had a ponytail that I forgot to mention. Well, whatever. With relatively little to do these days, and with no recent quests, he had been stuck in a state of stagnancy. Sighing, Takeshi kept drumming the ground, worried that maybe he stood out too much. The horn, he thought, made him look like a lopsided deer. His eyes glanced from person to person, then to a roof, which seemed to have a peculiar ornament on it. It looked weirdly like a human girl. He squinted to attempt to see who, or what it was, and to his surprise, he realized that it was actually a human. He looked at the girl for a few seconds, then understood that she also had nothing to do as well."
},
{
"author": "quack1104",
"message": "*She was looking at the sky and the birds, she'd enjoy watching the birds fly, as she wished she was a bird, she then looked down noticing the man squinting at her and looked away, she didn't know how she should react so she just... Looked away, then slowly looked back at him, her hood and hair hid most of her face as she did that on purpose*"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "The man didn't know how to respond, so he did what he usually did. He waved. It wasn't a big one, just a flick of his hand, but it was definitely a greeting to the younger girl. Maybe he could find a friend in this new... Character. His club, after a minute of drumming, finally stopped. The Oni didn't seem to be threatening her or anything, just there to say hello, or something. In reality, he simply wanted companionship."
},
{
"author": "quack1104",
"message": "*She lightly waved back not knowing why he was looking at her, but she could at least be nice and wave back*"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "He really fucked this shit up, didn't he? Takeshi finally realizes that he kind of looked like an idiot, then decides to go back to drumming the floor with his iron club. He had a small smile on his lips, seeing as the situation that had just unfolded in front of his unprepared eyes was pretty damn embarrassing. Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, Takeshi wonders when he would, if he ever could, get a job."
},
{
"author": "quack1104",
"message": "*She gave a slight smile then kept herself looking down but at her feet dangling not knowing what to do*"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "The Oni decides to actually get off his ass and do something, using his iron club as a cane to hoist himself back up. Shielding his eye from the ever-bright sun, he starts walking towards the girl's roof, his iron club leaning on his shoulder. His footsteps were sure, his gait wide, his posture straight. He was a proud warrior, and walked like it. Standing under the roof now, the proud Blue Oni, who isn't sure why he walked all the way here, tries to think of a reason to start a conversation."
},
{
"author": "quack1104",
"message": "*She noticed him walking closer and watched him in case he was trying to do something, she waved once more and stayed silent assuming he wanted to talk or something*"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "At the worst moment possible, Takeshi's 'To Fit in' racial trait runs out of time. Within moments, the ordinary horned human is replaced with a hulking, massive blue Oni with glass white pupils, and a cold aura that chilled the air around him. He was a sight to behold, standing at 212 cm tall at an age where adults rarely reached 170 cm tall. He easily stood tall within the crowd, most of the humans around his chest height. His beard was unkempt, his hair flowing down his head. Thinking that he had scared the girl, he instinctively flinches back, waiting for a scream, a fall, or something of that sort."
},
{
"author": "quack1104",
"message": "\"Woah what the!\"\n*She stands up and back a bit looking up at the thing not knowing what he was or what triggered it, she had too many questions but didn't bothrt*"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "Well, there was the shout(?), and Takeshi stopped waiting for something to happen, instead shaking his head. It was comical where this conversation was going. With an understandably guttural laugh, the Blue Oni shook his head, looking up to the girl. With an equally low, guttural voice with a slight accent to it, the Blue Oni finally greeted the girl. \"Nice to meet you, my name is Takeshi. I am, as you can see, a Blue Oni.\" He hadn't spoken to many recently, this felt rather refreshing."
},
{
"author": "quack1104",
"message": "\"Nice to meet you to, im Emily, and um, that was interesting..\" *She didn't know how to completely react but she deemed that good enough as she was pretty lonely herself*"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "Takeshi shook his head in slight embarrassment, his long, flowing hair followed his shakes. However, it did seem that the girl was as lonely as he was. He recognized how dysfunctional and slightly awkward this was, even on her side. \"Yup, sorry about that. My little blend-in magic ran out at the wrong time.\" The Blue Oni tilted his head curiously, then asked a question that he had been meaning to ask since he had seen the girl. \"Why are you sitting on the roof?\""
},
{
"author": "quack1104",
"message": "\"I dont know, bored, it's my place anyway, so there's really no reason why not, and i guess cause i like watching the birds, it's nice and peaceful\"\n*She enjoyed nature alot*"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "As if considering her view and his place, the Blue Oni strokes his beard, his eyes glancing from roof to floor. \"It does look peaceful.\" The Blue Oni agreed, seeing as to how she wasn't bothered by the crowd under her like he was. \"Do you, perhaps, work here?\" Takeshi points into the Blacksmith's, his eyes back to looking at the girl."
},
{
"author": "quack1104",
"message": "\"Um yes actually, i do work here, why? You gonna buy something?\"\n*She thought that was an appropriate answer since he asked about that*"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "\"Maybe, I wasn't planning on it, but I might as well.\" He had enough weapons on him, so he didn't think he needed to buy anymore, but he recognized that maybe he would need some other type of weapon than a club. Oni weren't a race that necessarily wanted to connect with other races, there was a reason why they lived far from civilization. However, some Oni, usually Pale or Blue ones, worked in an urban environment with other races. That was what Takeshi was, an immigrant."
},
{
"author": "quack1104",
"message": "\"Oh... I didn't expect you to say yes, well then\"\n*She climbed into her window and came through the front door to the left of the home where the shop was set up*"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "Having a smaller body had its benefits, evidently. Takeshi is taken aback by how acrobatic it looked from his perspective, but recovers quickly, nodding a thanks as the girl opened the door for him. \"So, what do you think are your best wares?\" Takeshi spoke softly as he walked into the smaller doorway, slightly bending down to do so."
},
{
"author": "quack1104",
"message": "*She took her hood off and tied her hair into a ponytail, the looked at the oni*\n\"Well it depends on what you're looking for actually, we dont often get rated\""
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "He may need a different weapon than a blunt one. Something to cut through, not to crush. But he was never particularly good with those weapons, was he? The Blue Oni nods, looking around the Blacksmith's shop. What does he see? I don't know. But he does take a gander at the sword and the spears. Piercing and cutting were two different things, he didn't know if he should get both, or which one he needed. He was leaning towards the spear."
},
{
"author": "quack1104",
"message": "\"We have really any kind of weapon... With different designs for different professions and styles or forms of combat\"\n*She noticed him looking at the 2 and raised an eyebrow*"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "He glances back towards the girl, then at the spear and sword again. The sword was weak, he knew from experience. But some spears could do major damage without too much skill behind the blows. He decided to take a spear. \"So, which spear is the... Most balanced? The most plain?\""
},
{
"author": "quack1104",
"message": "\"Im guessing you mean like a basic or classic one? That kind would be at the very top of yhe spears\"\n*She had sorted them on the walls excited as her father told her which she found annoying but forgot to put on the labels anyway*"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "Not needing to do much to reach the top, Takeshi takes one of the most basic looking spears. No ornament, no nothing, just steel and wood. HE put it out in front of his chest, holding the middle to test its balance. It was well crafted. Happy with his selection, he looks at the girl, nodding to the spear. \"I'll take it.\""
},
{
"author": "quack1104",
"message": "\"Ok just give me a second\"\n*She picks up and looks at a paper then looks at the spear once more then back at the old looking paper, she then put the paper down*\n\"Uhhhh... So that's...3 silver..\""
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "It wasn't too much. Takeshi nods, reaching in his pocket. He always carried around 10 silver, in case he got hungry or anything. He proceeded to drop 3 silver on a table, and nods a thanks. \"Thank you.\" The Oni then waved, starting to walk towards the door. He turns afterwards, then walks out of the store."
},
{
"author": "quack1104",
"message": "*She collected the silver then smiled up at him*\n\"Thank you kind sir, enjoy that fine spear\"\n*She went to a room and came back with another and put it on the wall replacing it*"
}
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{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "His white hair stood out from most Macens. Walking through the crowd of people, Akuma had noticed that his approach made people scatter. Maybe it was his permanent frown that scared even the biggest of animals. Or at least, he thought it did. His gait was confident and true, his chin up and his posture straight. His muscled body showed that he was a warrior, his scarred face and arms even more so. His arms were covered in strange tattoos depicting a dragon of some sort. Then, it came to him, in the middle of his gait. It was definitely his two significantly protruding horns. They were red in color, both scarred with age, one even cut off into a stump. He looked like a devil, of course he would scare people away. Annoyed, the Oni sighs."
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "Arthur was walking through the city, looking for a place to stay the night. He was tired, as he had spent the entire day practicing his magical skills. He had nothing to eat that morning but a couple of his bread rations, so he was famished beyond belief. The Kitsune had no luck finding an inn thus far, and was about to pass out when he noticed a parting between the crowd of people before him. There was an intimidating oni there, looking tall and daunting to the small Kitsune. Not taking the hint the crowd presented to him, he froze in a state of fear, letting the devil inch closer and closer toward him. If he were to pass out, he hoped that it would be now."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Akiron was sitting on the floor next to the Oni, a horse standing next to him. Could it be his horse? Well, he named him Joergen. Akiron understood Joergen's language due to him being an Elf. \"Hey, Aki. I'm hungry.\" Akiron then looked back at the horse.* ***``\"Well, what am I supposed to do? Give you my arm to eat?!\"``*** *Joergen bit his arm. Akiron began shouting in the middle of the crowd.* ***``\"Wait! Not again! Joergen, let go! Let GO!\"``***"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "The Oni takes a look at the man next to him, stopping his confident strides. Beside that, the paralyzed man in front of him was also pretty striking in appearance. Weirded out and slightly shocked that there was a guy looking up at him like he was the devil, Akuma glances from person to person, deciding which one to attempt to talk to. It was probably going to be the one with his hand in the horse's mouth. He opens his mouth, and a gravelly voice exits, low and slightly scratchy. \"**Do you require my help, Macen?\" Akuma was obviously an Oni, his proud posture and horns giving it all away."
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "Arthur got torn away from his state of fear by the sound of a man yelping in surprise. What he saw was incredibly astonishing; he saw a mans arm in a horse's mouth. What shocked him even more was the fact that this terrifying devil stopped walking, and offered his help to the Macen man. The Kitsune thought to himself, *\"What am I doing? I probably need to help this guy too, seeing that this man obviously needed it.\"* Arthur sighed and looked at his boots. *\"Father would be so ashamed right now.\"* Mustering some if his last reserves of energy left, the Kitsune leaped towards the distressed Macen with a hop. \"Hey,\" He said, \"Do ya need a little help over there with your... Beast?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Akiron then shouted back:* ***``\"Joergen, I'll let you into the house if you let go! I'll hook you up with some hot horses if you just let go!\"``*** *Joergen let go, giving Akiron a happy expression. Akiron glared back at the horse.* ***``\"Damn hors- Oh, it's alright, really. I'm kind of alright right now. He does this alot...\"``***"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "Akuma nods, understanding that that could happen, no matter how fast or how strong the horse was. Each horse tended to be quite different from the other. They all had personalities, like sapient creatures. This... Joergen was a creature of stubborn nature, it seemed. He liked that. Putting a smile on his face, which somehow still looked angry, his gaze and attention now goes to the kitsune, his voice less gravelly now, as if he was trying to console the creature. \"Are you alright?\" He wasn't a heartless warrior, he was quite famous in his tribe for having artistic mind. \"I am sorry if I scared you.\" His speech was well articulated, his gravelly voice not impeding upon his ability to speak rather clearly, and well. Years travelling in the world had changed how he spoke, and how he acted around people."
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "Arthur looked at the Oni with a sense of caution. His intimadtion factor didnt wear off at all even though he just asked if Arthur was alright. \"Yeah, im fine,\" Arthur says to the devil. \"Sorry if I startled you by acting that way in the middle of the path. That was my fault, not yours.\" Arthur made sure to sound as humble as he could, and then took a glance at the horse. The kitsune notices the horse and wonders if the horse is hungry or not. That, or it could just have a very aggressive demeanor. He decides on the former, and takes his backpack off, reaching into the large hole that contained the 5 pounds of bread he stocked up on in the last general store he went to. He held up a single loaf, and held it up to the horse. Ripping a piece off of the load, he holds it up to Joergen, as the horse was called. \"Here,\" He said in a small voice. \"You want it?\" Arthur then felt a pang of embarrassment, realizing now that he was talking to a horse. His face turned beet red, and in attempt to not look awkward, he quickly swallowed the torn piece, being left with a loaf of bread in his left hand."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Joergen looked at Arthur. Joergen wanted to communicate with Arthur, though he probably wouldn't Understand him. Akiron then patted Joergen. He knew Joergen shouldn't eat from strangers, but the apples had ran out and Akiron just drank beer in the morning, quite unsure. That is why he went to Salvainia. To buy some fruits and possibly gallons of water. Joergen, without hesitation nommed on the loaf of bread, beginning to chew on it. He really needed that today. \"Thank you, Human...\"Akiron then looked at Arthur.* ***``\"He says he is thankful.\"``***"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "Did he really know what the horse said? That was rather interesting! The Oni looks at the pair, interested as to whether they were telepathically linked or whether the horse was summoned. He had seen one before, and the other didn't sound plausible. He just assumes the horse was summoned, and decides to move on from that train of thought. The smaller man sounded rather cautious with his approach, was he embarrassed? Or was it something else? He did not know. He was not good enough with emotions to know what everyone was feeling from just a look. \"That's fine, I had a fault as well. I should have worn a hood.\" If the horn was a bit too problematic, he planned to do just that. An oversized hood for the horns. He had never regretted having them, nor ever thought of removing them. Oni were a proud race, and they were especially proud of their horns, which grew with age. Akuma didn't even dare to think about removing them, he would be considered a heretic. His cut off one was a mark of battle, he wore it proudly as most Oni did with their scars."
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "Arthur looked back at the horned man, again with caution. \"No, you're fine. It was my fault for being scared so easily. Don't worry about it!\" He said with feigned enthusiasm. The fatigue he got from the training earlier had caught up to him. Spending 9 hours in the woods constantly practicing magic with nothing but bread and water really drains one of all energy. Arthur looked back at the horse, Joergen, and his master. He was curious on how the horse's master understood what Joergen said when neither had uttered a single word. Also taken aback by the fact that the horse took a bite of the loaf, he now realized that the horse indeed WAS hungry, and his state reflected the state of his master. Handing the rest of the loaf to Joergen, he turned to the man. \"Hey\", he said. \"You look really worn out. Have you been eating or drinking enough? Missing one is bad, but missing both is even worse. If you have a container, I could conjure up some water for you. What's your name?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "***``\"Oh- Uhh, my name is Akiron.\"``*** *The horse then looked at Akiron, letting out horse noises. Akiron sighed.* ***``\"I know, I know. I promised to get you a Mare. But... I drank enough, I guess. I was just hungry so I came to buy some stuff from the town. I work as a Part-Time Bartender.\"``*** *He then shuffled through his own hair, moderately long ears being seen now. He either had large ears or he was an Elf.* ***``\"I guess I can naturally understand animals' expressions and language since I'm a High Elf. My horse's name is Joergen. And yes, HE picked the name. It's alright though, as I'm gonna go buy some fruits. Possibly cake too.\"``***"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "Akuma nods, accepting that maybe, he wasn't as scary as he thought he was. His massive body was concealed under a guise of a Macen, his angry, scarred, and monstrous face under the guise of a handsome man. He still hadn't got used to it, and acted as if he was still that size. He was a proud warrior, yes, but Akuma just couldn't think that being under 2 meters was the norm for many other species. As he was pondering the scare-meter of himself, a comment about the one he had assumed was a Macen entered his ears. With a questioning, surprised voice, the Red Oni questioned the very idea of that. \"You're a... High elf?\" The Oni was evidently confused. High elves tended to be very full of themselves, haughty and considered themselves high above the others. But then, there was this man, sitting on the ground in the middle of a street, getting his hand chomped by a horse. Personalities tended to vary a lot, but not to a degree of... Complete opposites with the race."
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"A high elf?\" Arthur asked. \"Whats a high elf doing on the streets of some city?\". Arthur's mental image of high elves were, well, high. He envisioned long, white hair with long, pointed ears. He'd never actually seen one prior to Akiron, and this kind of struck him as surprising. He began to wonder if all high elves were like this after all, or if Akiron himself was a rare exception. He took another loaf of bread out and munched on a piece. He began wondering what kind of horse Joergen also had to be to be able to talk telepathically, or if all horses could do that with elves. He had much to learn about this world, as well as magic. One thing was certain; this \"High elf\" Wasn't high in any form."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "***``\"Shopping, probably. I've lived most of my life in the woods ever since my family was banished, so... I just became an Adventurer and decided to venture places I haven't been able to go before.\"``*** *He slowly got up, wiping the dust off his clothes. A bag could be seen tied to Joergen's saddle, being open since Akiron had forgotten to close it. Though it was a normal armor, it looked as if it was made out of gold. It was due to it's color, since it was painted. It wasn't meant to look like gold though, he just liked the color. There was a smell of Strawberry from his mouth which was due to the Strawberries he mixed with the alcohol. It gave off a great taste which made him a good Bartender. But he was a Part-Timer so that's that. He seemed to be humble for a high elf due to the enviornment he was raised in.* ***``\"So, how about we all go shopping?\"``***"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "The Oni was pleased to see that the other man was also as confused as he was. Then, the man gave his explanation of why he was here. That explained most of the story. A race's personality traits came with the living with said race. A macen would resemble an Oni if they were to have been living with the Oni since they had been born, and vice versa. If the family was banished for whatever reason, the man had a valid reason to not be like the other High Elves. Rather, he should be completely different from them. The sensation of getting banned would have changed his view on how they acted, and how they had lived. But still, his darker skin color bothered Akuma. High Elves tended to come in lighter colors, it was a racial thing. Was he really a dark elf? Well, it was too soon to assume that he was from a different race. After all, he had just met this man. \"Shopping? Well, I guess I do have time.\" The Oni wasn't particularly going anywhere. He lived to travel, and earned just enough to live happily."
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "Arthur fended off the urge to question as to why his family got banished, and inquired that it was obviously rude to ask such a personal question. He never had thought twice about issues such as this, seeing that he was more or less sheltered from the outside world from his now-fallen family. He did not want to come off as rude. After all, the three of them had just met a couple minutes ago. \"Well, I suppose I could restock on some items. Im not going anywhere either, but before we do all that, you suppose we could all grab a bite at some restaurant in town?\" Arthur asked. The lack of a proper meal in days was really getting to him, and the taste of his bread was becoming ever more redundant. He had all the time in the world too, and wasn't in a rush to go anywhere in particular besides a soft bed and the escape that was sleep. He checked his bags: 958 silver. Yep, he was good to go."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "***``\"I stated my name. How about you guys? We could buy whatever we want then split the price equally.\"``*** *Akiron then looked at his wallet. He was bad at counting.* {One... Two... Three... Seven... Wait, wasn't ten after threee? Nonono, I think ten is the last one. Probably five after three.}"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "Ah, he had forgotten to introduce himself. He tended to do that a lot. His presence was enough of an introduction, it seemed. Yet, he still introduces himself. \"It is Akuma. Akuma Fukumoto. I am an Oni, if the horns weren't obvious enough.\" He rubs his index finger on the stumped horn, highlighting them in front of the two. \"This isn't my normal form, my normal form is much scarier, I promise you.\" He had a slight playful tone in his voice, but he never did sound like he was joking. He reached a hand inside his pocket and counted... About 8 silver. Most of his money was banked away. \"It would be great if we could dine together, I wish to know you two better.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "Finally dropping his cautious act, Arthur became significantly more relaxed. He never had the need to introduce himself to anyone, so he did not know how to do it. His introverted mindset never had, nor felt the need to learn how to introduce himself seeing that he usually spent all of his time alone, practicing magic. \"I-er-you-\" He began, then stopped. The Kitsune took a deep breath, and began speaking in one exhale : \"Hi-my-name-is-Arthur-Dax-and-i'm-a-kitsune-it's-very-nice-to-meet-the-two-of-you!\" The end of this sentence was met with an inhale of massive proportions. \"I-*Gasp*- I dont usually look like this. I'm-*Gasp*- concealing my three tails.. And my ears.\" He then bowed towards the two of them. \"Pleased to make your acquaintance!\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He chuckled lightly at Arthur's attitude and Akuma's joke.* ***``\"Pleased to make your accquaintence too. I'm sure the restaurant isn't that far away, but we'll take Joergen with us. We'll leave him outside then bring him food once we're d-\"``*** *Joergen stared at him with a killer intent.* ***``\"Fine, Fine...\"``*** *He went to a fruit stand, buying a basket of fruits and feeding him a few apples. It took quite some time since Akiron had to place the silver one by one.*"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "His white hair shook as the Oni chuckled. It wasn't done as any sort of disrespect towards the Kitsune nor the human, but he still found the Kitsune's self-introduction funny. It was entertaining how he had to stammer 3 times before forming a sentence, which was as rushed as the initial attempt. Akuma's chuckle was deep and quite rough, but still sounded like a genuine laugh. He could laugh when he wanted to, he never particularly limited himself because he had a certain image to him. \"Nice to meet you, Arthur.\" The Oni wondered if Akiron needed to count out every coin he spends. Those types of people often slowed down lines by quite a lot. Well, every person had their quirks. Akuma waits patiently, wondering if the horse ate everything that he could. He had heard of horses that ate Macen flesh, they were supposedly very, very fast. They were probably just myths, though."
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Ni-nice to meet you as well, Akuma. I hope we can get along well.\" Arthur said. The Oni was becoming increasingly less intimidating as time went on, so Arthur felt like he had judged him way too wrongly for their first time ever meeting. The Kitsune headed over to the Macen, who seemed to struggle with counting. \"If you know where the restaurants are, lets get right to it! I'm st-ar-ving.\" Arthur told Akiron. He noticed in his head quite the coincidence; all of the names in the party began with the letter \"A.\" He wanted to point this out, but wondered if it'd be awkward if he did. Even in hunger, the Kitsune worries about how others perceive him."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Akiron then looked behind him, checking if the coast is clear. He then used his Trump-Card. His moves which he had kept away from the public. Akiron then started with his feet next to eachother. He Raised his right heel so that he's standing on the ball of his right foot. He shifted his weight onto that still raised right foot so that the left one feels weightless. He lowered his right heel slowly while moving his (still weightless) left foot backward until the toes of his left foot are aligned with the heel of his right foot. He felt as if his left foot is floating backward across the floor. After that, he lifted his left heel and shifted his body weight so that he's now standing on the ball of that foot. He began repeating the process, looking as if he was walking forward, though... Walking backwards? It looked Gravity-Breaking and law-defying, though he had trained it in his spare time.*"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "Akuma was confused as to what Akiron was doing. Was he simply doing it to impress the party? Well then, color Akuma impressed, as he was quite awestruck with the amazing moves of the human. \"Unfortunately, I am not from around here. I do not know any restaurants that we may be able to go to.\" Akuma ate anything he could get his hands on, as long as it wasn't contaminated or raw. He could cook moderately well, and he tended to hunt on the road rather then buy things from a store. It tended to be easier, and cheaper. Although he was terrible with handling meat, he still managed to make half decent meals, too. \"Are we showing off, now? Well, I suppose I have one to share.\" Akuma wonders what he could do, then decides to show them his original, undisguised for for about a second or two. He does exactly that, shifting out of his human appearance into his Oni one. He was right. It was much scarier. Then, he turns back."
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "Arthur was about to burst into laughter at what Akiron was doing. It certainly was funny, but to be fair, it was equally cool and impressive. Arthur thought that he must've trained to do that for a long, long time. He wondered, why did he spend his time training to do something so... Useless? Arthur was about to commence trying it out for himself, but was interrupted by a huge, hulking red figure appearing suddenly before him. A devil. It's vicious, savage face was enough to strike fear into the most courageous of men. Instinctively, he dropped his backpack and his disguise, preparing to fight. \"AKIRON! I don't know how or where this thing came from, but it looks plenty fucking dangerous! I need your help to put this... Thing down!\" Arthur yelled, as Akiron continued to do his walk. Arthur did not want to die here. \"WHERE'S AKUMA? WE NEED HIM TO KILL THIS THING!\" Arthur was panicking. He was so struck by fear that he couldn't move past an awkward fighting stance. He didn't know how they were to bring this thing down, or where Akuma suddenly disappeared to, but he felt like his life was in immediate danger."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Akiron then stopped, beginning to bow continuosly.* ***``\"I'M VERY SORRY, LUCIFER! IF YOU GIVE ME A BIT MORE TIME TO LIVE I WILL BE IN YOUR-\"``*** *Akiron then looked up at Akuma once he went back to his human form.* ***``\"Oh hey, Akuma. The devil was just right there a second ago. Did you see him?'``***"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "Akuma was a bit surprised on their reactions, so he laughs nervously, hoping that they were joking. \"Ahah, yes, the devil. I saw him, Akiron.\" Did they not know what Oni looked like? From his 6 years of travelling, he had known only a few that had actually known an Oni personally. A bit more had seen them, but they were still very rare. He was a bit hurt, but he didn't get too angry or whatever at the two that had just showed a bit of casual racism without knowing it. \"That was me, Arthur. You can stop... Uh, standing that way.\" It was comical, so he smiles a bit, and shakes his head. \"I thought I mentioned that I'm not at my original form when I do this. I can also only change from that form for 2 hours a day, so I tend to stay inside, or leave the city after the 2 hours are up. I'm a pretty misshapen Oni, even for our race.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "Arthur was ashamed. He was so overrun with fear of Akuma's true form that he had tried to attack him, even though it truly was Akuma himself. Turning bright red in the face, Arthur quickly changed the way he was standing into a low, low bow. \"I'm sorry!\" He said. \"I had no idea thats what Oni truly looked like! It was something terrifying, I let myself get scared out of my wits again! I'm truly ashamed!\" Arthur finished, still bowing low. He had never felt such guilt in his 23 years of living. He stood there, bowing low. It wouldn't surprise him if Akuma didn't forgive him, for Arthur most likely wouldn't if he were in his situation."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Akiron had done the same thing Arthur had done, getting on his knees, his forehead touching the floor. He knew he shouldn't have been racist and his dumb nature made him assume so.* ***``\"I apologize! I will never criticize your beautiful true face again!\"``***"
},
{
"author": "pink.bulbous.tumor",
"message": "Why were they taking it to this degree? He felt fine, and he obviously wasn't too bothers, seeing as how he wasn't breaking any houses or anything. \"It is fine, friends, I don't feel discriminated against at all!\" He waves his hands, suddenly shocked that they would go to this degree. \"Please don't bow, I forgive you!\" Akuma was a really well articulated Oni, and he could convey his emotions better than most. \"But on a completely unrelated note, it would seem that my guise is starting to lessen. Now, if you would excuse me.\" The Oni turns, and with a wave, leaves the rp."
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "Arthur watched the Oni walk off, and his posture went back to normal. Suddenly realizing the crowd staring at him and Akiron now, he became quickly flustered at the thought of everyone's eyes on the pair. Quickly walking into the crowd, Arthur went off without a single word to Akiron, realizing this only later before he had fallen asleep, as one of the many social anxieties that kept him up for a good amount of time. However, as Arthur went off into the crowd, he turned to Akiron and waved at him as a gesture of farewell. The Kitsune turned back around, and continued his search for food, an inn, and leaves the rp."
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The Salamander has returned to New Salvania.\n\nHitoshi is wandering through the streets, this time looking for some food, maybe some supplies. The man is quite youthful and almost pretty in appearance, barring the scars dotting his face. His right shoulder has a naginata strapped across it, which quietly hums as it vibrates. He was certainly an odd sight: his clothing consisted of little more than wrappings across the arms and a black, rough vest. His hands were adorned with leather gauntlet/handwrap combos, with blades tied into the side. While he hadn't spoken yet, he had that \"Foreign\" Feel about him, the feel one has when they obviously don't fit in where they are on a fundamental level. Of note was his Kitsune features: his brown ears and tail.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Qualice is going through the streets looking for ingredients, though she's unlikely to find anything, she still tries. She had just finished a hard day of work, and would like nothing more to relax or something. Qualice looks like a silnari with 2 circle horns, how strange.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi is not having a good time of looking for places either. Although he's not an idiot by any means, he's still new to Salvania, and thus the areas are still confusing to him.\n\nHe decides the ask the horned Silnari he notices for directions. The man has a thick Runran accent, and constantly seems unsure about what he's saying. He's getting a little more confident, but is still quite basic regarding Archinadese.*\n\n\"Do you know where to find the... The... Tav-taver... Bar?\""
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "\"Yes! I do! It's over there\" *Qualice points at a direction of a tavern.* \"So are you not from here?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Oh. There it was. Wow, he looks like an idiot. \n\nHitoshi sighs, frustrated with how hard it is to find anything in Salvania.*\n\n\"No. I am from (whatever the Oriate country is called). I have not been here long. Are you from here? You look like you are.\"\n\n*Hitoshi smiles as he looks downward, pretty pleased with himself for not fucking that up, at least.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "\"Kind of, I'm kind of a traveller, at least until I get a stable job somewhere. But you're an Oriate? I have never met one before, nice to meet you!\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Yes, I am a Kitsune. Nice to see new people. My name is Hitoshi.\"\n\n*Hitoshi extends his left hand for a handshake. It really was nice to meet someone who tolerated how hard he found the local language. Not his fault it was so confusing, he didn't write it.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "\"So what are you doing here?\" *Qualice had spoken to many children who didn't understand how to speak, what's one more...*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"I wanted to get food. Want to come? I can pay.\"\n\n*Hitoshi points his thumb to the tavern. He didn't mind eating alone, he did it a lot these days, but the company sure would be nice. It did get really lonely sometimes. Especially being a Kitsune, who (I assume) aren't exactly the most adored race in Salvania.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "\"I'd love to but I still gotta search for something, I'm very sorry!\" *This was not entirely a lie, she's currently searching for ingredients to study their effects on magic, but she could do it any day.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Oh.\"\n\n*Hitoshi's right ear twitches a bit as he scratches the back of his neck.*\n\n\"...Can I come?\"\n\n*It would be nice to have some actual company for once. Of course, Hitoshi met many people, but he didn't particularly seek deeper relationships with any of them. It's hard to really want to do that with most people when their opinion of you boils down to \"The Kitsune with a funny accent\". But this woman seemed nice enough to tag along with for a while.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "\"Sure! Just keep a look out for any exotic things, we probably won't find anything but it'll be fun.\" *Qualice is quite excited to look around with a partner of sorts.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Great. That does sound kind of fun.\"\n\n*Hitoshi puts his hands on his hips and smirks. This should be... Well, something more relaxing than his last mission. Easy as it was, it was certainly more exhausting than what was essentially wandering and looking at pretty plants. As a poisoner, Hitoshi might be a little help on this little \"Quest\".*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*So they walked around, finding nothing interesting, Qualice yawns,* \"I kind of expected to not find anything, most streets don't sell exotic ingredients, it'd be better to find them in a bidding hall or market\""
}
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{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Following the green haired individual's instructions, you all would walk down till you reached the shadier part of the merchant-district. Unlike the wealthier places of the merchant-district, this area looked abandoned and wasted. Very few people would be walking down the streets, and those that did were basically beggars. Seeing you all travel together, they would get the idea that something was about to go down, and knew better than to approach to ask for some spare coin.* \n*Scanning the area, you all would see a massive building. As the green haired individual said, the guild building wasn't very hard to miss, being the least rundown building in the area with a massive sign infront reading* **'Burner Knuckles'**\n*Outside the entrance was a moderately armored individual tossing a pair of daggers with ease, seemingly the watch guard for the guild. He seemed to be pretty occupied with his little game and thus hasn't taken notice of you 5 yet*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Well sure does changes things... The entire area seems rather dead for the most part and I haven't seen a single guard in the entire area.\" *Syele would scratch her head at that moment while looking at the only fella guarding the entrance at the time.* \"Should we just stab him to death like a proper shanking and ditch his body?\" *She whispered to the group if they were still out of distance from the man hearing them at the time.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "\"Hmn, him sounding the alarm would be troublesome, what do you guys think?\" \n\n_Almann turns towards the other three_"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "\"We have to dispose of him without anyone noticing. Anyone have any tools to do so? Or we could cause a large distraction somewhere else to make people flee\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Weren't we supposed to wait at night? Most people set out for their duties during the day, so that means less trouble for us to deal with. Plus, they're most likely to be tired at the end of the day, obviously after they had either finished a job, or got done with training. If they're like most guilds, anyway. I doubt they're any different.\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"But really, if you think about it, this entire distinct doesn't catch much attention and since it is daylight then most of the guild members are already out and about dealing with quests that they're never going to return from since that man told us any outside of the guild are already good as dead. Secondly, didn't you kind of contradict yourself? Less people are here already, thus less people to deal with.\" *Syele explained in their calm tone while looking at those around the area.*\n\n\"Thirdly, if we start now then the sun will be setting by the time we're actually inside, we're just wasting a good moment to go ahead and strike.\" *She'd finish speaking at the moment.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Wouldn't it be easier if we had even less people to complicate ourselves with? Striking now while everyone inside is out and about is the marks of a hasty fool. Besides, if we were to go in right now, we'd be charging blindly into the enemy's home. We have no idea what's inside, not even the layout of the building. We have lots of time to get some scouting and recon efforts in, so we can have this mission *Not* Spiral out of control. Got it?\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann laughs and claps his hands together_\n\n\"It's settled then. We have a couple people go inside to scout, one of whom should definitely be Alex. He can use his special lightning spell should anything go wrong as a signal to those on the outside. We can wait out here until the two chosen get enough intel and come back outside with it.\"\n\n_In reality Almann just wanted to see the spell. How powerful it must be! He can wait if it means seeing that thing go off._"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"I don't really believe we're understanding each other on the matter, but regardless, a guild like this isn't going to simply let us walk in to scout out what they have inside. It's not one of the public guild houses that we're all normally use to seeing, but regardless it's one of those 'You're wrong, I'm right, so fuck your opinion.' situations, so I believe you all can attempt to do as you wish... I'll be sitting somewhere waiting for night time.\" *Syele then walked off to the side for the time being still remaining in sight to the group.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "\"It's a bad idea for Alex to go in. He's far too obvious. We either try to sneak in and take them out, or flush them out and pick them off\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Sheesh. What a close minded person.\" *He would then turn to the rest of the group.* \"Question, but Alex is exempt from this. Can any of you transform into a small animal of any kind? You see, they obviously won't let us saunter in there like fools, but if we can find a way to sneak in as a beast, there can be 2 of us going in for recon. I'm obviously a part of the 2 man team, but who else can join me? If no one can, I'll do it myself.\" *He pauses for a moment, and then spoke again.* We've also got to set a point where we can all meet up so I can give you all the information I find. Go meet up with Jackal over there when I leave, and wait patiently. It shouldn't take too long.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann shrugs and raises an eyebrow_\n\n\"Sounds good to me.\"\n\n_He makes his way over to Jackal_"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"I'm good at many things. Stealth isn't one of them. Sorry, Arthur. Unless Jackal decides that she doesn't want me to gain her pay, you're doing this alone.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Fine by me. Could you do me a favor and watch over my stuff? Turning into a fox... Strips me naked when I turn back into human form. Sorry.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "\"So here is the plan. Arthur and maybe Jackal can scout the place until later in the day. Then he can get his clothes back on. Arthur and I rush in, Alex and Almann stop anyone trying to get out. If Jackal wants to help, she can\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Yeah, seems like it. Unless Jackal wants us all to fail since she's got an attitude, that seems like the plan. Is that fine with you guys?\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann nods_\n\n\"I agree with this plan.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Ugh.*\n\n\"Alright, fine. Somebody tell Jackal to pull her fucking weight or we get her pay.\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Pull my weight? None of you have even done anything yet and thus you somehow have the right to claim that weight is needed to be pulled?\" *Syele lightly blinked in insult at that very moment, she almost decided to let the group have it their way and leave altogether. The money wasn't going to be worth anything to her if they just kept picking at each other for a 'plan'.* \"I've voiced my opinion on the matter and you all act as if I ripped your cocks off and spat on them, really, the only two I've found I'm fond of is maybe Almann and Kaisa thus far.\"\n\n\"But since you're so insisted that we're going to be able to find a way into that guild without causing a damnable ruin of the entire situation then I'll come along with the almighty criminal.\" *She would cast lesser form behind an alley to the side, losing the entirety of her garments for the time being and slowly shifted into that of a medium sized jackal, then stepped back out to join the group.* \"Well... Let us get this started I suppose.\" *The jackal would communicate through a magical means to the others through projected sound.*\n\n```Lesser form used| 90/100 mana```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would gather the clothing and wrap it using her cloak* \"I guess Arthur's next\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur sighed in complete and total exasperation. The girl had no idea what she was talking about. Haven't done anything yet? Seriously? Sure meant dog shit coming from the person that wanted to blindly charge into the damn building like a fool. She certainly acted like she wouldn't have pulled her own weight, and now she apparently got mad that she'd been outvoted on the procedure of the quest. She was obviously the kind of person to barge into troublesome situations head on, not even thinking about the consequences. A muscle brained fool. However, even a muscle brained fool was better than Nox, so Arthur was somewhat grateful at this fact.*\n\n\"Yeah, suppose'll go now as well.\" *He would morph into his fox form, leaving behind his armor and sword to Alexander. He would take a step towards the guild house, and pause momentarily.* \"For the record, I'm not only criminal here. Seeing that you took up this job as well, you're obviously a criminal like me. Don't think too highly of yourself, otherwise you'll end up in a less favorable place. You're nothing special, there are plenty I've seen who are more useful and more agreeable than you. Now, let's get going before sundown.\"\n\n*He would then walk towards the building, hiding himself in the brush and the grass. Arthur circled the perimeter from the right, looking for a number of entrances, whilst keeping himself hidden from view as well as possible.*\n\n``` Lesser Form used. Remaining mana: 160/170 ```"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "*Almann hums as he makes his way towards the rooftops overlooking the entrances to the guild. He waves his hand at the others, a gesture meaning if they want to take up position with him they can do so, and if they don't, they can find another spot to overlook. He'll settle down a bit, perhaps take a small nap. He sits down on ledge and takes out his compound bow, loading a steel arrow into it just in case. These people are interesting, to be sure, the most suspicious one seems to take a likening to Almann. They can fight with eachother, as long as they don't kill him. In reality he just needs to enemies alive to make this worthwhile for him. 600 silver each? That'll just give him enough to open up another shop.*\n\n*Almann takes out a small pipe and stuffs some black leaves into it. Just to calm his nerves and improve his aim. The less his heart beats and his body moves, the better off his shot will be. He takes out a striking stick and scrapes some sparks off with a steel knife, effectively lighting the pipe.*\n\n_He'll wait for them to exit the guild, if they don't they'll have to go in themselves, which might be a pain, or a fun time. Who knows?_"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Circling the building Arthur and Syele would find that the only way to view the sides of the buildings would be to squeeze through the alleyway. As such there were no windows on the left or right, much less entrances. From the back it looked like there was an entrance directed toward this much more shadier alleyway. It would also look more crowded unlike the main road by the front entrance. Plenty of shady looking folk would walk by and some of them would even take notice of Arthur and Syele, spitting in their direction muttering \"Fucking orinates...\", but would otherwise leave them alone. The entrance from the back would also be guarded by two heavily armored individuals, one of them wielding a longsword and shield and the other a mana crystal.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa picks up Arthur's clothes as well, and bundles them in a separate part of the cloak. She waits in a nearby alley*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele was confused by the fact that some folk could recognized them so easily in animal form, but then again, it is strange to see a jackal and a fox walking together through an alley way she thought. Even more so, she wanted to smile with glee since Arthur's proposed stealth plan was falling apart so quickly and that he was wrong to assume that they just simply find a way in to understand the interior of the guild house. The thought of failure did leave a distaste in her mouth, she wasn't intentionally wanting to be so spiteful at the man, but she felt that he needed his balls kicked in just due to his stubbornness alone.*\n\n\"For the record, I don't think very highly of myself or that I have much care for you either. You as a individual are quite a prick and a selfish one at that.\" *The jackal muttered over to the fox as it tilted it's head back to the front entrance after they couldn't find a good enough opening to sneak into the building without causing alarm. If Arthur had kept up to her side would still be muttering for the time being.* \"Well, now that we know the building is too well guarded to sneak into would you propose we just simply wait for night now, your jackassness?\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur was getting somewhat disturbed by the woman's manner of speaking, and her tone out of the manner as well. At least there weren't any complications besides some passerby noticing them walk around the perimeter, but what should happen now? They could split up and take both sides of the guild house, if the others felt like they were capable enough to handle 2 heavily armored guards, or launch a single strike towards the original door where the one guard was situated. Alexander could probably handle the two guards at the back quite easily, given he was a master at lightning magic. Arthur himself would probably assist him, leaving Kaisha, Jackal, and Almann to assault the frontal gate with the single guard. If they were competent, it shouldn't bother them at all. He smiled grimly. His stealth mission had gone to ruin, but they had gathered information. And all information, depending on how you use it, is valuable in some form.*\n\n\"Look, self deprecation isn't going to get you anywhere with me. So is unnecessary insult, for that matter. Call me selfish, selfish for trying to devise a plan that would keep all of us alive. Any plan is better than yours, what with barging in through the front gates and killing everyone in there. There's a reason the others didn't choose yours to follow.\" *He would canter over to where the rest of the group was situated, magically calling out to Jackal.* \"I would say to mind your tongue, but I guess it's to be expected coming from a disgusting animal like yours!\"\n\n*He'd then arrive to where Kaisha, Alexander, and Almann were located, but since Almann was on the roof of a nearby building, Arthur went up to him and woke him up, telling him to come down to the ground. Once everyone was situated, he told them all the information he found, and the plan he had in mind.*\n\n\"Two guards from the back,\" He began. \"Both of them are heavily armored, but it should be fairly easy for Alexander and I to take out. The rest of you guys should take out that one guard over there, who's just fooling around. Should be easy pickings. Wait for a signal of some sorts, then we both go in at the same time from both sides of the building. We kill all we see. Sounds good?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Sounds fair.\"\n\n*Alexander adjusts his cuffs and pricks his right hand's fingers on the spikes on his metallic hand's knuckles.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "\"Right-o.\"\n\n```Almann casts Bronze Fists on himself, increases his strength to 6, leaving 90/100 mana left.```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa hands Arthur and Jackal their bundles of clothing.* \"Get changed, both of you. And stop arguing\" *She would glare at both of them from behind her helmet*\n\n\"I don't want to kill, but these guys seem prickly. Seems good.\" *She extends her arm blade*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would lightly nudge her clothes to the alley way that she had originally used to transform. She quickly shifted back into human form and got back dressed into her garments before anyone could notice what was happening. She'd draw out the katana she had on loaned as she exited and kept it to the side.* \"So, shall we begin?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Let's get down to business.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa aims her hand at the guard's face. She makes sure the projectile will hit him true, and casts Flaming Barrage* \n```7.5 mana spent, 100 still remaining due to 14 mana regained```"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann attempts to use the flaming barrage as a decoy, following behind the projectile to get up close and personal with the guard, hopefully the projectile will leave him open, or make him dodge a certain direction right into Almann's right or left hook._"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Alexander slips into the alleyway and slowly approaches the two guards. He chuckles beneath his mask.*\n\n\"Hello, lads.\"\n\n*Suddenly, he charges up two Chain Reactions, attempting to thrust them both into the guards' heads.*\n\n``Chain Reaction Simulcasted. 90/130 Mana remaining.``"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Kaisa launches her flame barrage at the guards face, they would pelt through through his helmet causing him to drop the dagger and fall over. However, the body wasn't bleeding. After a few seconds the body would glow blue and disperse into mana particles along with the dagger it was tossing. The front entrance is now 'unguarded'.* \n*As Alexander approached the guards they would immediately taking a defensive posture.* \n\"What the hell are y-\"\n*Seeing you launch chain reaction at them, the guard with the shield would attempt to block with his shield, only to have the electricity course through his arm and have it go limp. The other one with the crystal though would summon a barrier and intercept your spell just in time.*\n\"Well then, guess you're the third batch huh? The 'boss' sure is persistent...\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"...The front entrance is a trap, we shouldn't go through it.\" *Syele stated plainly, she started to put two and two together and figured out that the alley path was really the main entrance to get into the guild house. It had too much traffic and was more well guarded, no one puts just a single guard on the front door... Let alone just a decoy.* \"Let's go around and back up the others.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa eyes the front entrance.* \"You're right. Too easy. Let's go help the others. Almann, stay here and shoot anyone that comes out. She starts to run towards the back entrance, motioning for Jackal to follow*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur, seeing that the first guard had his shielding arm go limp, optimized on the situation and attacked that guard with Piercing sunstrike, but kept his other hand free in case he needed to act quickly. The guards were backed to the door, so they didn't seem to have that much wiggle room to move between them. He cast the spell on the guard with the paralyzed arm, aiming for his chest. However, he did not let the other guard leave his sight, so he kept his peripheral vision open so that he could see both of the guards at once.*\n``` Piercing Sunstrike cast, 130/170 mana remaining. ```"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Piercing Sunstrike would strike the shield guard's chest, but its heavy armor only dents from the impact as the steel heats up a bit. He would look to the guard with the crystal and motion to the tight passageways to the side. The crystal guard would nod and press both his hand on the ground. A moment later two 15 walls made of earth would appear and block the sides of the building.*\n\"Can't afford to let any more members come through, now can we. We hold the advantage in these tight alleyways after all.\"\n*The shielded one would then rush at Arthur, attempting to swing their shield arm as a flail and try to smack him with it.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann is on the roof... Again. He wanted to take a direct engagement, but sometimes you got to draw the short stick. He is now looking towards the front entrance as the others take care of the two guards in the back. His bow is drawn and ready at the front door in case others come out due to the commotion. The added strength from his Bronze Fists spell increases his draw strength considerably. He simply waits until an enemy falls into his hands._"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Cute. You're trying, at least.\"\n\n*Alexander backs up for a bit and utilises his vampiric running speed to attempt a powerful tackle. If the tackle succeeds, he tries to puncture the shield user's throat with the spikes on his arm, and grab the man's head, pulling it back and exposing the windpipe.*\n\n`8 mana regen. 98/130.`"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would be blocked by the now fifteen foot wall that separated her from the other two on the other side... She'd simply try to resolve the issue by looking for items to stack up so she could at least vault jump it if necessary.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur would easily notice the guard's reckless charging at him, and so he responded by sidestepping to the side. As the guard kept charging past him, he kicked him over, in an attempt to cause him to face plant onto the ground. With his left hand, he would cast Burn Up, increasing his general speed to 2.0, and running speed to 42 mph. With his right hand, he drew his sword, Rasmus, and followed up by attempting to slash vertically downwards at the guard's shield arm, where the arm met the shoulder.*\n``` Burn Up cast. Remaining mana: 88.75 ```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "\"Jackal! Boost me up!\" *Kaisa would take a running start towards the wall. If Jackal helps boost her up, she attempts to grab onto the wall or get on top if she reaches high enough. If she doesn't, she tries to wall jump from one side of the alley to the other in an attempt to grab onto the wall*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Alexander attempts to charge at the shield user, he would find himself colliding with another barrier. The crystal guard has his hands on the ground, smirking.*\n\"You're going to play with me you fucked up doll\"\n*Another wall made of earth would appear on the other side of Alexander and slowly close in on him with very little room to move about given how tight the alleyway was.*\n\n*As for the shielded individual, Arthur with his boosted state is more than fast enough to trip the man over, causing him to fall over and in one swift motion you separate the man's shoulder from his body as it flops to the ground. The shield guard grunts in pain, but slowly gets up, You see his skin now has a steel-like tint to it as he attempts to body slam you with his slow, but buff, body. It would prove slightly difficult to dodge as the caster has summoned even more walls, making it even more cramped in this already tight alleyway.*\n\n*Syele would find pieces of trash on the ground, like a half broken pot, bricks, sticks, and stones. She would find enough to make a pile about 3 ft tall to securely stand on, She would then notice Kaisa run toward her, and despite not being very strong herself, she is able to give Kaisa enough of a boost from the stand she made to barely reach the edge of wall.*\n\n*Almann would continue to keep watch, but would notice an armored individual walk out the front door, looking side to side confused*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Now me!\" *She was hoping that Kasia would hold onto the wall long enough to grab her hand as she bounced off the trash that she gathered trying to reach up to her with her arm completely extended.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa grabs Jackal by the arm, and pulls her up so she can latch onto the wall as well. She climbs on top and sees Arthur fighting the shield guard. She casts Flaming Barrage, and this time, flaming darts fire from her shoulder pods and hands, 4 in total, aiming for the guard's head*\n```30 mana spent, 14 regained. 84/100 mana remaining```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur, cleaving the guard's shield arm off, quickly returned back to his previous position a couple feet away from his opponent. He instantly took notice of the extra walls that the caster had created, limiting his lateral movement even more. The guard, blood gushing out of his stub of an arm, slowly got up and attacked Arthur again, with what seemed to be a reckless tackle. Arthur, not bothering to move from his spot, simply held his sword out in a defensive position, preparing to stab it through the guard's chest as soon as he got close. Reckless attempts would never go unpunished, after all.*\n``` No spells cast. 5 mana regained. Remainina Mana: 93.75/170 ```"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann is directly above the man, unable to get a clean shot on his only vulnerable part. He's going to do something stupid instead._\n\n_Almann puts away his bow and drops off the roof with a steel dagger in hand, aiming towards the armored man. He hopes to take him off guard, and stun him while using him as a cushion for his fall. He will have to recast the strength spell once he gets back on the ground however._"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Alex summons a steel barrier around himself in order to guard from the other mage's barriers. He laughs, a bitter, acrid sound.*\n\n\"Aren't you something else?\"\n\n80.5 mana remaining. 17.5 used on Steel Guard."
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Syele would now finally be on the wall with Kaisa as she lifts her up. Launching her fiery barrage at the shielded individual's head would throw him slightly off balance as he charges at Arthur, but it doesn't matter so much as Arthur stands in place preparing to stab the guard's chest with his sword.* \n*With a loud a clang, Remus would be able to pierce through the already dented spot in the guard's armor, but would stop short of stabbing through the guard's chest. With his one remaining good hand, the guard would grab your swords hilt and attempt to crush your hands with brute strength*\n*As for Alex, the walls would be hard pressed as they attempt to crush Alex. The crystal guard simply smirks and another wall appears before him, blocking your view of him. That wall then also starts to slowly move forward in an attempt to crush you. If this keeps up, Alex' barrier will only last about 1 more turn at most*\n*As for Almann, he would make a dashing leap onto the poor confused guard not expecting an attack from above. With a resounding crack the guard would slam into the ground with Almann atop of him. The fall wouldn't have it's consequences though, as it appeared Almann fractured his bones from the fall, but at least they weren't broken thanks to his earthen heritage. The guard on the other hand clearly had his leg bent in a way that shouldn't be bent and screaming in agony. From the door he walked out of Almann would hear people getting up and sound of crossbows being loaded as the sound of footsteps come walking toward him.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur heard a metallic chink as Rasmus pierced through the guard's armor, but that was short lived, seeing that the guard had grabbed the sword's hilt in his hand, squeezing and attempting to crush his own hand with brute force. Arthur writhed and grunted in pain, but this was nothing compared to Vinran, the elf he had fought prior to this encounter. With his left hand, he cast Hellfire Blades, having both of them target the back of the guard's neck from behind, aimed at the exposed flesh of the guard's neck, if there were any at all.*\n``` Hellfire Blades cast. Remaining mana: 63.75/170 ```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would jump down and say* \"Stay there!\" *To Jackal. She would bring her pointed shield down on the guard's head, and then attempt to punch him in the groin*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Noticing that the walls were still closing in she'd make her way across one of the others if they were able to be reached towards the crystal guard that was attempting to kill Alex. If she was able to get above him undetected she'd take three roughly six pound sharp rocks that she had gathered from the chapel and hauled the bundle down toward his head with all the strength the little jackal had trying to at least distract him from the spell.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "*Almann casts Bronze Fists on himself once more increasing his strength to 6. This will cost him 10 mana and reduce him from 100 (due to previous regen) to 90 once more. Almann attempts to knock out the guard by dealing a heavy punch to the side of the helmet after his Bronze Fists take effect. His bone knuckles should help with the blunt force. All he needs to do is stall for the others to get there. Luckily, for him, running away is his specialty.*\n\n*He looks towards the rooftops once more to see where he can get a vantage point front to shoot down at the enemies once they leave the guild hall. Perhaps he could maintain his position on the ground as well, dodging attacks and using his Bronze Shield ability to block some of the crossbow bolts.*\n\n\n```Mana reduced to 95 from 100. +2 strength now up to 6 total.```"
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Alex scoffs with frustration as he looks at the barriers.*\n\n\"Son of a bitch...\"\n\n*He dispels his own barrier and leaps at one of the alleyway walls, attempting to push himself just above the barriers the mage has created for him. He then attempts to jump over the walls to get above the mage, firing one of his bolts down at him as he falls down. If the bolt connects, he also attempts to punch down at the man and kill him with the spiked arm.*\n\n``Chain Reaction casted. Because 8 mana regenerated, only 12 mana is used. 78.5/130 Mana``"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Unfortunately there wasn't any exposed flesh on the neck, and with the guard's reinforced skin the swords don't penetrate deep, at most nicking his skin. The guard continues to crush your hand as his hand glows and exerts 4x as much force of that of an Olympic wrestler. The sound of bones grinding and snapping can be heard as his grip only continues to grow stronger.*\n\"Let's see how well you can hold your blade after this you piece of-\"\n\n*His head would then dip down and would fall onto his knees, releasing his grip on Arthur, as Kaisa comes from above and body slams the guard's head to the ground with her pointed shield. The impact along with the damage already done by Arthur and Kaisa's previous attack would destroy the helmet, exposing the guards head/neck. However as she would bend over and attempt to punch the guard in the groin, she would feel a dull pain on her knuckles, almost as if she had punched a steel board, but the guard would still buckle over in pain from the impact.* \n\"....That's a dirty blow, you bitch...\"\n\n*As for Syele, she would be able to make her way across the barriers and be in position to drop the rocks atop of the crystal guard's head. He would seem to be preoccupied with Alexander, allowing the rocks to collide with his skull. The guard would have his head slam into the ground, clearly bleeding from the impact on his skull. The walls moving toward Alexander would then stop moving, giving him the opportunity to jump over and launch his chain reaction, stunning the guard even further. Unable to move, the guard would be easy pickings for Alex to leap over and crush his skull with his spiked arm. The walls that were summoned would then all deteriorate and crumble to the ground. It would seem the battle here is almost over*\n\n*Unfortunately, things didn't seem to be going as smoothly for Almann. With his reinforced strength, he would be able to knock out the crying guard with one strong blow to the head. Looking up he would see a nearby rundown building that could provide a good vantage point to shoot down, but it would seem he wouldn't have the time to do so as the guild doors burst open with 6 lightly armored individuals pointing their crossbows at him.*\n\n\"You've come to wrong neighborhood pretty boy\"\n\n*6 crossbow bolts would then take flight aiming at various parts of Almann's body, not caring in particular that he was standing over one of their guildmates*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*With the guard continuously squeezing down on Arthur's sword hand, he eventually got forced to drop his blade onto the floor. He grunted and groaned in mild agony as his bones snapped before him; judging from the points of where the pain was concentrated the most, he had broken a couple of finger bones. Soon after, though, he had felt the pain suddenly release as the guard's grip on him completely slackened and fell off. With Kaisa's emergence to the playing field, she had completely destroyed the guard's helmet, leaving his neck open at last. As the guard buckled over in pain, Arthur wove in to kick him down onto the floor again. Once he got onto the floor, if he did, he would use his Hellfire Blades, having them each slash vertically downwards at his neck, attempting to decapitate the guard's head completely.*\n``` No magic cast. 5 mana regained. Remaining mana: 68.75/170 ```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would shake off her right hand, the one she punched the guard with, and kicked him in the same spot after Arthur tripped him for the matter* \"Everyone ok?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Alex chuckles some more as he wipes the blood of the now dead guard on the guard's clothes.\n\nHe watches Arthur and Kaisa take on the guard silently. They're already doing it, why should he bother?*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann casts 'Bronze Shield in front of himself (as close as it can be to intercept the crossbow bolts), and 'Bronze Heel' to increase his running speed. Then he'd have to choose whether to fight or take flight away from these men. Seeing as they don't have any sort of face protection, he can get into close quarters with these men, they don't seem to be accustomed to fighting hand-to-hand_ \n\n```A 5ft tall physical and magical bronze barrier appears in front of Almann, costing him 10 mana while also casting Bronze Heel, which increases his speed from 24 -39 mph costing an additional 10 mana. In total, 20 mana leaving him with 75 left in the pool.```"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Arthur would kick the man over and launch his hellfire blades at his neck. However, the guard's steel skin was still active, making it too difficult to decapitate the guard. However the swords would puncture his jugular's and would start bleeding profusely. The guard would only be able to cough up more blood as Kaisa kicked his jewels as the light of life quickly fades from his eyes.* \n\n*Almann would cast his shield, being able to block 2 of the incoming bolts before having the shield shatter. However, he would be hit by 3 of the 4 remaining bolts coming at him, hitting his shoulder, thigh, and hip. The 4th shot misses you as you start to run toward them, but unfortunately hits the poor lad that you knocked unconscious in the neck, quickly forming a pool of blood. As you assess the situation, the 6 individuals would drop their crossbows and pull out shortswords, all of whom take a defensive stance waiting to see what Almann does next*\n\n\"Must say you got guts, but do you think you can overcome a 6 to 1 advantage? I assume the 'boss' sent you? You must either be very skilled, or the 'boss' is running of money to send anymore\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*As Arthur watched the flames of life leave the guard's cold body, he turned to Almann, who seemed to be having trouble with the six marksmen he was dealing with. His flames had run out, so he reverted back to his original, base state of 1.5 general speed. They weren't very far from the looks of it, but they had drawn their swords from their sheaths and slowly advanced upon Almann, who had taken 3 crossbow bolts to his thigh, shoulder, and hip.*\n\n*As they drew ever so nearer to Almann, Arthur wrought the shield from the dead guard's arm, holding the shield with his left hand as he charged to the guard closest to him at full speed, hoping to ram him over with the shield. If successful, he would aim a slash at the knocked over guard, using his other Hellfire Blades to enhance the attack. Aiming one blade to the guard's left shoulder, the other aimed towards his right hip, and Rasmus slashing down at the guard's midsection.*\n**No magic cast.**"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would see Almann facing 6 opponents, which she didn't think he could face. Making sure not to hit Arthur, she casts Flaming Barrage, and the pods on her back open in the back. 3 darts from each pod (6) fly towards each of the enemies*\n```Flaming Barrage cast, 45 mana spent, 14 regained, 53/100 mana remaining```"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*With the walls now gone Syele would grab several of the rocks that remained mostly the sharper ones with a bit of weight to them and then rush around the building to regroup at the front after hearing some fighting going on. Once realizing there was six individuals all getting hit with a flaming barrage she'd suddenly load one of the rocks in her sling and launched one of them toward the closet individuals in the path.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann should've put up two shields, but now he can focus on getting away. He yanks out the bolts in his hip and thigh, as they'd cause him the most trouble when running away. The pain didn't matter, in the steppes they'd train the young ones to absorb kicks from their rounceys directly, often breaking bone in doing so. His shoulder aches though, he wouldn't be able to aim properly with it._\n\n_Almann abandons the body and proceeds to run away, aiming with his good arm a Bronze Lance at the center mass of one of the men._\n\n```Almann, using his speed runs away from the engagement, still using Bronze Heel. He has removed two of the crossbow bolts (the one in his thigh, and the other in his hip. He shoots a Bronze Lance at the center mass of one of the guards. The Bronze Lance moves at 120 fps, and has a broad tip. This uses an additional 15 mana, leaving him with 65 due to a +5 in regeneration.```"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Alexander follows the rest of his little posse to the guards attacking Almann. He sighs. While he doesn't like Macen at all, he supposes he needs to try to keep this one alive.\n\nHe aims another Chain Reaction at the chest of one of the men. He wouldn't be much good as a crowd controller, but he can still try to take some enemies down.*\n\n**Chain Reaction casted. Only 12 mana used because of regen. 66.5/130 Mana.**"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Arthur charged the nearest guild member, his footsteps would be heard causing the member to turn just in time to parry Arthur's shield bash. However, this parry would leave him open to Arthur's hellfire blades penetrate his shoulder and hip. As Arthur would swing Remus at the members midsection though, given that his hand hadn't fully healed, the swing would be a bit too slow, allowing the member to leap to the side out of harms way and attempt to counter by bringing his blade down on Arthur's extended arm. However, Syele's rock thrown would collide with the member's head, throwing their aim off and instead hit the crossguard of Remus*\n\n*Kaisa's barrage would make impact with the guards, injuring and burning them to a certain degree, but not enough to for killing blow. However, they serve to gain their attention, Allowing Almann to run away as he launches his Bronze Lance, impaling one of the guard members through the chest as they fall over coughing up blood. The distraction would also allow Alexander to land his chain reaction onto the chest of another guild member, causing them to fall to the ground shaking as electricity coursed through their chest*\n\n***Overall enemy situation***\n-1 guard killed by Almann Lance\n-1 guard having a seizure from Alexander's Chain Reaction\n-guard Arthur is fighting is very injured with a hip and shoulder wound\n-all guards are slightly injured from Kaisa's barrage"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele decided it was best to keep her distance for the time being and got closer enough to Arthur to support him with one of her healing speeds so that his hand could at least perform a bit better. She'd cast 'Walk it off.' in the hopes that the injury would sustain for now and that he would have a bit more energy flowing through him afterwords.*\n```Casted 'walk it off.' 25 mana used. 75/100 remaining.```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would rush towards the guards, holding her shield up and having her arm blade spring out. She would punch one guard in the head and stab at another in the neck*\n```14 mana regained, 67/100 mana remaining```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*As Arthur's arm slowly got better over time, he regained the former speed of his sword strikes. He would estimate that it would take him a bit longer before his arm had fully healed up, but he could feel his speed and his strength come back as the seconds passed. It wasn't quite there yet, so Arthur unleashed another attack of the same manner at the guard he had downed, aiming for the exact same wounds as before. He counted on the fact that his swords would dig deep enough into the wounds to strike a vital organ, or they'd be so deep in that the guard would die of shock.*\n``` No Magic cast. 5 mana regained. Remaining mana: 73.75/170```"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann rips the other crossbow bolt out of his shoulder and moves closer to the engaged guards. He gets close enough to launch a Spiked Stone Fist from the palm of his hand at the head of one of the guardsmen, attempting to knock him out instead of killing him._\n\n```Almann shoots a Spiked Stone Fist at one of the guards, this stone fist is twice the size of a normal fist, and travels at a speed of 150 ft/s. This costs him 3.75 in mana, leaving him with 61.25/100 mana.```"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Alexander adjusts his mask before approaching the injured soldier Arthur is attacking as quickly as possible and swinging a punch at the man's back of the neck. Hopefully, as the man is distracted, the punch will be enough to off him, and the spiked knuckles will puncture something.*"
}
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{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "```\n-1 guard killed by Almann Lance\n-1 guard having a seizure from Alexander's Chain Reaction\n-guard Arthur is fighting is very injured with a hip and shoulder wound\n-all guards are slightly injured from Kaisa's barrage\n\n+\nMy own tally: \n- 1 more killed y Arthur earlier, missed\n\n- One guard knocked out by Almann on top of that\n- One guard stabbed by Kai'sa after last post \n```\n\n*The two archer guards Kaisa charged toward raised their weapon, with one of them swinging at Kaisa, only to be deflected and punched in the head. The other guard, caught by surprise by the ferocity of her charge, ended up with a blade through his own throat, and dropped onto the ground dead.\n\nThe guard who was just punched ran dizzied back into the entrance of the guild, calling for reinforcements. Shouts of panic and weapons drawn could be heard from the now wide open entrance, and it appears there were far more people in the building than reported. It sounded like a crowd were coming out to meet them.*\n\n\n\n*Arthur's blade penetrated deep into the guts of the guard, and the guard looked down at the wound, gurgling in pain before his eyes rolled back, dead. Moments later, the back of the guard was enveloped in blade - it appears that a few large pots of olive oil were stored in the alleyway, and Arthur's blade has just accidentally penetrated and ruptured one of the container. The fire quickly enveloped the pot - then ignited the contents of the other pots, starting a massive grease fire that quickly enveloped the side of the building.\n\nAlexander's punch would be interrupted – by the unexpected grease fire.*\n\nThe spiked feet flew toward the archer guard's head, and he only noticed it at the last second, receiving a fistful of stony punch to his face, knocking him out cold on the floor. No matter, for the fire would consume him nonetheless.\n\nThe party's plan to go into the guild and massacre its member would be impeded by the fact that the building is now consumed by fire.\n\nAs no one were able to count how many bodies were in the building after the fire happened, when the party returned to the Boss, they would only be rewarded for the confirmed kills outside – plus a set amount for the one presumably burned to death – though the Boss would inform that some of them managed to escape the fire.\n\n```\nTotal Reward:\nAll Party Members:\n600 silver flat reward\n1.5pp reward for efforts\n\nExtra: \nSyele – 300 silver (Healer deserves credits too0\n\n\n\nArthur – 750 silver \n\nExtra PP:\n0.5pp extra for Syele and Discorxd for really quality writing. I particularly liked the banters and details in the earlier part of the quest.\n\nYou can write your own exit post on the fire – I apologize for forcing you all to leave with a deus ex machina fire, but I think it would be the best way to resolve it.\n```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*After Arthur had pierced the guts of his own guard, he noticed quite the unintended consequence. The flames of the sword had caused a nearby vat of olive oil to be set aflame, causing the building they were targeting to be consumed by fire. Arthur heard a vast amount of mixed screams coming from the inside of the building, staring at the sight that beheld him. The burning building... It triggered a memory in his mind he wanted never to recall.*\n\n*Being sent flying back to a teenager, his vision swam as the guild headquarters flickered in and out of view, transforming back and forth from his ancestral home to the target building in front of him. This... This isn't what he had wanted. Even though he had finished the job, even though he had killed all of the members inside, this isn't how he wanted it to happen. The screams emanating from the inside, the fire blazing against his back, licking at his feet, an unwilling inferno that called him 'master.' He had done this, he was the one who destroyed his home, he was the one who murdered his family, he was the one who cast himself out into the throes of the strange, vast world. Turning away from the fire as he did that same night, many years ago, he ran to escape. Fire... It was ironic. He controlled fire, but as the flames raged on, he questioned whether or not he was truly in control.*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would be forced to cover up a smile across her face as she watch the entire building go up into flames. It wasn't that she enjoyed the screams echoing on the winds from the victims inside nor was it the fact she had a bit of a sadistic side. It was merely so that she watched all their efforts literally go up in flames, just a moment ago she was mocking Arthur for his attempt of sneaking around the building to find a entrance of a private guild. But now, even their most simple of plans has fallen into complete and utter ruin... She was glad that they would still be paid in the end, but none the else it was all just a bad joke in the end.*\n\n*The oriate turned her attention to Arthur's stunned state for a moment examining his expression fully before almost giggling. A thing that she had almost never done in her adult life, sure, she laugh and giggled when she was just a child and had a genuinely innocent reason to back then. Now, she was giggling at another's misery, a honest mistake, and just judging by their face something was even brought back that stroke deeper than any wound that they could had face. In all truth, she had nothing against Arthur, just that she wanted to see his pride die and be eaten away into oblivion. This was as close as it was going to get, she thought to herself, before then walking away back toward home...*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*In a stark contrast to Arthur's reaction, Alexander slowly looks the carnage up and down, without any real emotional reaction.\n\nWhy was Arthur so scared? This can all just be written off as a stupid mistake now. And why should Arthur care about what happened here? They were criminals. They should've known this would happen at some point.\n\nUnlike Arthur, Alexander has a cold, detached mind that borders on sociopathic. In his opinion, they were pathetic anyway; why feel sorry for them?\n\nHe surveys the fire for a couple of seconds, before sprinting off at his breakneck speed of 49mph.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*If one was to look at Kaisa's face, they would see an expression of fear. She remembered the monsters she faced, those she had slaughtered. She had always wondered, did people consider her a monster as well? A monstrosity? Something unnatural, not made for this earth? No. She had a job to do, one that was never finished. Jackal would walk off, and Alex would run. Not in fear, but apathy. She wondered, why did he hate macens so much? For some reason, more so to Almann than her. Arthur would also seem to be scared* \"Good job today. You did a lot\" *She would pat Arthur on the shoulder, then chase after Alex*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Alex puts a good deal of distance between him and the wreck. He still needs to care at least a little about not being caught; after all, his Artificer's Workshop for now is little more than a cave that he had taken over. For any real progress to be made, he'd have to get his own building. Maybe a forge. Refurbish it. Make it something truly special.\n\nMake it his. And make it beautiful.\n\nAfter he pauses to remove his mask and wipe his hair off his forehead, he finally notices Kaisa and scowls even more than usual. He groans.*\n\n\"Why are you following me?\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would stop, het armor still on besides her helmet and shoulder pods* \"Because I have questions. You're different from the other people I've seen. Almann is weird, but he's not a threat. Arthur is afraid, he's scared of something. Jackal, whoever she is, is a jackass, but useless in combat. You, on the other hand, are very capable. You're also apathetic about building an entire building down full of people. Not anything wrong, seeing as they deserved it, but I need to know how much of a threat you are, and why you hate the Macen race so much\"\n\n*Why did he hate Macens? Did something happen to him? He probably was either an Oriate or an elf, seeing his face, but his scars indicated he was an Oriate. She wondered how a person could come to be like this*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Alex lets out a laugh.*\n\n\"What kind of question is that? Why do you care so much? You're not even going to help, so why bother?\"\n\n*He can't understand why this woman is prying so much into this. If it was another Oriate, he'd explain everything in a mere moment. Of how the goddamn system resulted in the death of his mother, as their family had been too poor to afford any healthcare for her illness. They were the underclass, after all. As far as Alexander can tell, that's all the Oriates are right now; an underclass, to be used as the higher-ups deemed fit. Just like the treatment of the Oni, really.\n\n But they will show everyone. Show everyone that they are not to be used as mere objects, to be thrown away like trash when their purpose has been fulfilled. And Alex, one day, would be the spark that lead to the flame. He doesn't want to lead the group; he's not a leading personality, and he's aware of this. No, he'd find someone else as invested into the project as him, and allow them to take over. Of course, finding that person won't be easy. But Arthur seems like a good first try.\n\nThe boy was in an awful state, no thanks to the Macen. And maybe he could see what Alex had up his sleeve. He'd understand it all.\n\nBut... Alex, for now, says none of this to Kaisa.*\n\n\"It was a job, and we'll be paid well, and I can get a jacket that I wasn't forced to steal off a dead man's back. Leave it at that.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "\"I'm not taking this personally. I care about protecting those who can't protect themselves. Your hatred for Macen is a risk I'm not willing to take, and if I understand more, then I'll see the reason behind your apathy. Essentially, I need to see if there's a reason behind your sociopathy\"\n\n*Kaisa really didn't want to fight him. Not because he was powerful, and not because they did a job together, but because she didn't want to fight someone who she didn't know about, and the reason that they fought. She hated blind killing, not having a justifiable reason for death. With Alex, she didn't know. What was his childhood like, that allowed him to grow up to become this?*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Alex rolls his eyes and lets out an aggravated sigh.*\n\n\"...Fuck me... You... You won't understand. But... To put things in a way that doesn't sound \"Mushy\", I know how it feels to be the little man. The one who's seen as little more than a tool to be thrown away when they aren't as useful as they need to be. As a race, mine is better than that, I'd think. But no! Apparently not. Apparently, most Oriates are content to be... Well, glorified slaves.\"\n\n*Alex **Heavily** Cuts down on what he'd normally say, which would be a lot of blaming things on the humans and elves. But he still tells Kaisa the basics. He slips his mask back on.*\n\n\"Happy now?\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Glorified slaves? What kind of life did this man live?* \"You're angry. That your race is considered second class. And don't like that some are willing to put up with it. You want change, justice for your race and what they deserve.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann watches on as the others leave. He was annoyed. 1200 silver is great for a quest, but the potential was so much more for all of them. A shame really. For now he has to patch himself up and reorganize how he fights. His current style has clear holes and he now aims to improve and focus on a couple of categories instead of a myriad of others.\n\nHe watched Arthur's facial expressions and raised an eyebrow. If this man couldn't handle the screams and killing of others, why did he take this quest? Killing isn't pretty, perhaps some it's fun, for Almann it's simply business. Business that makes lots of coin.\n\nAlmann walks back to his shop, it's not too far from here in New Salvainia. His rouncey will be tied up there, and he can heal himself once he has the time. This quest was good, he will remember the faces of those he worked with, and keep them in mind for later business. He will focus on his personal strength, instead of magical spells. It made no sense for a man raised in he steppes to be so weak in hand-to-hand combat._"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"You seem to get it. Emphasis on \"Seem\". \"\n\n*Alex still doesn't trust Kaisa yet. Hell, he doesn't trust many Oriates, let alone Macen. A personality like his does not translate well to any reaction to others that isn't paranoia.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "\"Explaining it more in detail would help me understand\"\n\n*Alex doesn't seem to trust others easily. Heck, he just ran off as soon as possible, even from other Oriates.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Why? Do you want my life story? I've already told you so much, I don't see the point in continuing!\"\n\n*Alex begins to wave his left hand about as he emphasises his words. Even through the mask and the very shrouded appearance, the intense annoyance he feels at the moment is very obvious.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "\"Ok. I won't prod any longer. I can help, if you want. Judging from what you said, I would say High Elves are a problem\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"...I suppose you're right.\"\n\n*Alexander would rather cut his tail off than admit a Macen is right. But here... Yeah, a Macen is right.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would reach her hand out to pat him on the shoulder, but retracted it. She knew he wasn't quite fond of her and she would respect his personal space* \"So, maybe we go solve some problems. Help your people. Maybe kill some elves along the way.\""
}
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{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would arrive having to stop to catch her breath and coughed up a bit of blood from the kick to the ribs earlier from a literal demonically possessed ox. The glow to the impact spot was still there, but slowly fading away in a steady pace to being fully healed.* \"Thought I'd be late...\" *She muttered out for a moment and sat down on the ground trying to recover her stamina.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur walked back towards the city from the mysterious cave, looking pretty clean for what he had been through. All that remained of him from the caves was dust scattered across his armor and his head, but nothing more. He still had the gold ore from the caves lodged into his backpack, the pieces bumping around as he walked on. It wasn't as visible as before, seeing that a tiny portion had fallen out of his backpack, but he didn't care that much. He had received a letter by the Boss' employers once again a few days earlier concering the contents of the previous mission he'd taken, and was being summoned back to New Salvainia to pursue another sort of 'clean-up.' It was om his chest when he awoke from a short nap he had within the forest, but he sort of appreciated waking up; sleeping on a pillow made of rocks wasn't the most comfortable thing, and he didn't feel like sleeping in the grass either, for someone could just snatch his bag away from him in the night.*\n*He walked, his cloak covering his face, back into the same familiar city he had been in countless times before. As he walked, he saw a familiar, arrogant face come running towards him. He pulled to a stop, silently cursing the gods.*\n\"You again? Why d'you look so beat up, your father got a hold of you again or something?\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "*Almann received the letter. He was excited to continue this quest after the previous debacle. One of the people in the previous attempt had burned down the building like a dummy, and hopefully failure wont happen again. Nonetheless, it's been a minute since they had reconvened as a group, and Almann made sure he could keep up with them in close combat. He wouldn't be outdone by some crossbows again.*\n\n*The khopesh on his back gives a comforting hum. Why did he carry this around before? I guess he didn't think he'd need it. Now he feels like the sword is apart of him, made for him. **Horemheb**, the name simply popped into his head, but he knew it was the right one. He'd need it against the remnants of the guild. He walks towards the two he presumed he would be working together with again. Hopefully they're stronger as well. He walks towards the two figures as he ponders what might've changed.*\n\n*One of them looked quite dirty. Perhaps they got into an earlier scuffle and didn't come out of it unscathed? He turns towards the one who looks more beaten up.*\n\n\"You are ready for this no? Don't need you dying on us.\" _Almann smirks_"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Ha, classic for a criminal to say to a woman whose father died in a slavers mine.\" *She spoke out flatly, without a spark of emotion in her eyes to the statement. I was true, her father, her mother, and her siblings who were all involved in that 'terrible' situation were most likely all dead and she was the one who got to walk out of it alive. Hell, she was the one who turned the deal with the slavers to make it so.* \"I'll be fine, I just took a hard hit from a damnable animal regardless it'll be healed here shortly.\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "*Kaisa would walk in as well in almost full armor, with her helmet, shoulder pods, and strangely, her left pauldron missing* \"Arthur! Good to see you!\"\n\n\"Jackal, stop it with the remarks. You too, Arthur, as well\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Hmm. Pains me to say this, but sorry to hear that. Looks like loss affected us in stark contrast.\"\n*He turned to a new arrival, staring at a familiar armored accomplice whom he barely recognized. Was that... Alexander? Though judging by the familiar voice he head from it, it was probably the other female of their group... Kai'sa? Was that her name? Anyway, he spoke to the figure, putting his hand on his waist as he spoke.*\n\"Yeah, good to see you again, Kai. Can I call you that? Hope it doesn't bother you. Those zombies sure did a number on us, eh?\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Yeah, sure did\" *She would roll her left shoulder*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Damn. You're looking fine, however. Did you get a healer on you?\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Eventually, yeah. Took all night since everyone was asleep. Couldn't find a blacksmith in time though\" *She would point to her missing left shoulder pauldron*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "\"You still have the pauldron? If so I can fix it up. My shop is not too far from here, actually.\" _Almann points back towards the merchant district where their previous job took place._"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Oh, fucking hell, you lot again.\"\n\n*Alex makes his distaste for everyone here incredibly obvious right from the get go. Alex is like this with pretty much everyone, though, to be honest.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"I can always summon it back. However, right now it's more of a hazard than protection\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Yo, Alex. It's good to see you're well. How's it been?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Eh.\"\n\n*He shrugs and wipes his mask lenses with his sleeve. So much for a repair...*\n\n\"So why couldn't they solve this shit themselves?\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_As irritable as ever huh?_\n\n\"Because we made the mess in the first place.\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"I think it's more of a threat than anything. Saying if we don't \"Redeem\" Ourselves...\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Alex snorts with laughter as he puts the mask back on.*\n\n\"Adorable.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"I don't want to think of what could happen, to be honest. This 'Boss' seems to have influence everywhere, even if it's from the shadows. Let's make it a point for this mission to be of our top priority now.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann shrugs. He really didn't have the time or patience for his child-like complaining today. He wanted to get this job done and collect the coin._\n\n\"Aye, we did a half-ass job and are responsible for cleaning it up. If you don't want to, you don't have to. We'll collect the coin from the Boss after the jobs done and wont have to look behind our backs in the city every 5 seconds.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"I want to see who these bastards are, I won't lie. Might be hard, but who knows? Better than being on a leash. Might, uhh... Yeah.\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"After this job is done, we won't have to take jobs from them anymore. Remember the letter? If you refuse, just toss the letter somewhere\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Yeah, so let's get this over with. It said that the guild members were somewhere around the sea, most likely around a port. Although, I'm not too sure if we're going to have some employer come out for this one, but I kind of want to get this over with.\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Honestly, I took the letter as a deal unfinished, we didn't up hold the end of our bargain and that cargo was almost lost. To be frank, they even said it was living cargo so if those guild leaders didn't escape with it we would had very well killed something we was meant to rescue. The least we can do is finish this up and rescue it.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"...Suppose you're right. Job's a job. And we managed to fuck up last time...\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Jackal, you have a point, although I don't like to admit it. Though I wonder, what kind of animal is it?\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would look down to the floor. She had completely forgotten that the cargo was living. She would feel remorse, then anger. She wouldn't let the smugglers get away again*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Who said it was an animal? All they said was living cargo.\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"For all we know, it could be a special slave. Beastkin, pretty macen, maybe even an Oriate if it's that rare\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Hmm, slaves perhaps? Hate to see it, but what happens happens I suppose.\"\n*He frowned in distaste, with the mentioning of slaves. Personally, he didn't approve of the trade, as he found enslaving other intelligent beings against his own moral code.*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"A slave is very well likely since these seem to be the type of people for it. But regardless, a job is a job.\" *Syele stated plainly as the wound on her chest finally stopped glowing.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Anyway, let's go. This boss doesn't seem very patient, if you ask me.\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As you all head out to port those of you with perception or familiarity with boss' messengers would notice a rat in the corner hiding in the shadows with odd intelligence in its eyes. Upon notcing any of you noticing it, the rat would scamper over into an alleyway and stop infront of a what appeared to be a stone wall*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Look, there's our employer.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would eye the rat. Turning into something that small would require a very high level of magic.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "\"This rat?\"\n\n_Almann takes a closer look at it. It definitely gave him an odd feeling. There seems to be something more to this rodent after all..._"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele just simply walked over with the others.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As you all walk on over the rat would simply press its tiny little paw against the stone wall and then look up at you all*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Alexander takes a moment for it to sink in. He thought that kind of stuff was unique to his race... But maybe not.*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Secret entrance, I call it!\" *Syele spoke aloud, but not like a yell, just a monotone voice echoing quietly.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"So... Are you going to do anything?\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur would sigh. What were these guys doing? They were really disrespecting their employer, and that was never a good first impression for anyone. He would walk over to the rat, take it out of Almann's hand, and set it back down on the ground a bit apprehensively.*\n\"Sorry for the behavior of my comrades. You can turn into a human form, now.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Alamnn simply walks up to the wall and inspects the surface. Was this really our employer? Or simply a messanger? Perhaps the rat is neither and were all idiots..._"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The rat would tilt its head at Arthur and tap the wall once more then look back at you all. As Alamnn looked at the wall, he might notice that a certain portion of the wall was off. The structure was uneven and wasn't as smooth as the rest of the wall*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would look carefully at the area that the rat tapped*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Is it just me, or is it slightly different?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Secret entrance indeed...\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele walked over to the wall and lightly pushed against it since she already guessed that it wanted them to do something with it.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Hmm, this rat certainly does know something that we don't.\"\n*He would stare at the wall for a couple of seconds, noticing the odd toughness that stood out from the surrounding area. It was an odd, stony type of wall, contracting the smoothness of the others. Pulling out his sword, Rasmus, he began morphing it into a halberd, watching as the material creeped into an elongated handle, eventually forming into, unsurprisingly, a halberd. He held it up, admiring the black color against the gray wall.*\n\"Do you think we should just go in?\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Syele pushed against the wall it would cave in slightly before sinking into the ground, revealing a passageway leading underground. There would be no torches along the wall, meaning those without darkvision would only see pitch black past the 10ft mark while those with darkvision would see a long stairway*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann sighs. He cant see anything. He'll have to rely on the vampires eyesight to guide him through here. Great._"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Alexander awkwardly coughs. He didn't... Have... Night... Vision. \n\nFor fuck's sake.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa sighs as well. She's a vampire, she should have night vision too. This was embarrassing. Her face would turn a slight shade of red, and she brushed her hair to the side.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Anyone have night vision?\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele just lightly blinked at Arthur's glowing tail or tails, she wasn't sure how many the kitsune had.* \"Hey, let's just use him as our light source to at least go in.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Or not, I suppose.\"\n*He peered into the darkness, not being able to get a fine glimpse of what lied within due to the lack of light. However, due to the Blessing of Darkness applied to his amulet, he could see the basic figures and objects, and it showed a passageway leading down underground. Another claustrophobic, crammed setting, eh? He had seen too much already, by the way he sighed exasperatedly.*\n\"Yeah, I do. Though I can't make out the details, I can see a good deal of what's in. It's just another passageway, but if you guys want, I can use my tails to lead us away.\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Aye, let's not settle around here, it's best to get this job taken care of.\" *Syele nodded and waited for Arthur to start heading down the the passageway for the time being.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Alright.\"\n*He would step into the chasm, revealing his three glowing tails that illuminated the small walkway. He led the group down into the passageway, hoping that they wouldn't trip on anything that could let whatever was inside know that intruders has arrived.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann would just follow the closest person to him_"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Alexander just follows Arthur.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would follow them*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As you all head down the stairs you would notice the rat waving goodbye seemingly as the stone wall rises up and seals the exit behind you, making the passageway pitch black besides the glowing tails. You all would then hear a deep rumbling. What could be happening? The ground was shaking slightly but other than that everything seemed normal? Or was it?*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"I don't have a good feeling about this..\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"And this is going to be a pain in the ass... I feel it in my ribs.\" *Syele muttered as she stuck tight to the group, most likely ending up in the middle of the path if possible not too far from Arthur's light and not too far behind to snatched.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Oh shit.\"\n\n*Alex's head floods with potential threats. What the hell could be happening? Maybe he is just being paranoid. After all, it could be explained away as something completely rational, to do with the building itself.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Get behind me\" *She would raise her shield and go to the front of the group*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "\"The less we dawdle the less potential there is for us to get caught out. Lets keep moving, hopefully there will be somewhere with light. These guild members can't be in pitch darkness all the time...\"\n\n_Almann was worried there was more than just the guild members, could something else have gotten to the guild before we did? All we need are their bodies of course. But what's next?_"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Earth shaking beneath his feet, Arthur feared that the passageway would be soon collapsing on top of them the further they walked on. He kind of doubted this, however, seeing that the passageway was well built, to a certain degree. What was that rumbling? A monster? A spell? Or maybe a summoning of a monster that was happening within? His apprehensiveness was upped to the max, his hairs standing on end beneath his armor. From the darkness, he felt Kai'sa go in front of him, her back illuminated by his tails. He feared the worst, but didn't know what would happen next.*\n\n\"What-\", he began. \"What was that? For the sakes of the gods, what was that?\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Forward is the only way we can go. So we go that way\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Yeah, let's get moving. Don't want to stay here longer than I should, it gives me the creeps.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa may seem to be brave, but in reality she was as scared as the rest of them. She would start to breath hard, and her helmet would now cover her face*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Alexander cracks his knuckles as he prepares for a fight. Maybe this was an ambush... Maybe this was their punishment, for fucking up.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As you all continue to walk down the passageway you would find that it was pretty deep. How did a mere guild afford a base like this? Well, some of you might figure that since they worked with the boss before this might've been a part of his influence. It almost seemed like there was no end and for some reason the passageway was starting to feel tighter? Those near the edge of the group would suddenly feel their hairs touching the walls for some reason...*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"What is this? The walls are becoming tighter. Single file! Arthur, get behind me and get ready to light me up. Almann, stay behind Arthur and use your shield if I say!\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Such a weird feeling, what the hell? How deep is this staircase? Almann is on full alert now. He reaches into his robe and keeps a hand on a dagger. He keeps a palm aimed towards the darkness of the staircase in front of them in preparation for a fight._\n\n\"Sorry to break it to ya, but I don't have a shield.\"\n\n_He hates the tight space, is it shrinking still?_\n\n\"We need to keep moving either way, if we stall we'll be caught out like a deer in an open field...\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*As he walked on, Arthur sort of felt the walls around him begin to... Close? He first felt it on the tips of his tails, as they began slowly brushing against what was the ceiling. He was surprised on how some lowlife guild was able to afford something of this magnitude, but then again, they were in the graces of the boss like he was; obviously they had their fair share of pay. Then, he felt the hair on his head touch the top of the walls, slowly pressing down until he could barely walk normally. He slightly bent over as he walked, wondering why the ceiling was built like this in the first place. Sighing to himself, he heard Kai'sa speak about being lit up, but he wasn't sure if that was the best decision to make. After all, she didn't know when the fire died out; it could be bad to have it fade away just as she found herself against a strong enemy.*\n\n\"I appreciate the concern, Kai'sa, but I use my magic the way I want to,\" He began. \"However, it touches my heart to see how you care for us so.\" He said, mockingly."
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Think the boss might had taken it so personally that he might want to whack us?\" *Syele was hiding her panic in her about that time and just simply continued to walk forward while getting lower and lower as they went.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As you all continue to go walk down the stairs it would be clear at this point the walls were indeed moving in closer, your footesteps and armor echoing throughout the passageway. There still still no end in sight, but you all would would now notice writing written on the wall.*\n\n\"The rumbling of the heavens shall be heard by all, and the masses will scream out the lord's name. Thus will they be freed from the constant pressure of the world as they are swept away by his good grace\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Staring at the wall's writing, Arthur paused midway to try and decipher the inscribed message, feeling someone bump against his back. The rumbling of the heavens? What could that mean? From his experiences, the only rumbling that came from the world was the sound indicating an earthquake, or the waves crashing against the ocean. Except... The skies. The rumbling of the heavens... Could that possibly mean the sky? And rumbling, was that a sort of lightning?*\n\n*So a great storm would be heard by all, and the common people would yell out the lords name, huh? Sounds a bit like... Armageddon. The end of the world. A natural apocalypse, if you will. Though, what kind of storm could be so large and vast as to be 'heard by all?' And who was the lord they were talking about? Obviously, this was a sort of cult that was up and coming. Maybe the guild had been working to supply the cult members with ritual materials, or maybe they were just an extension of the cult to maintain relations with the outside world. Though, the only cult he knew was the cult of Aventurr, and Arthur had massacred them in one of the nearby forests. He shuddered, remembering their dark robes and faces; though he feared how he had dispatched them even further. He did not want to become like that ever again, so long as he could help it. Beginning to walk down some stairs that had shown up, he spoke out to the group.*\n\n\"So, some storm will come and kill all of us, eh? Honestly sounds troubling, but doesn't sound like it concerns us as of now. By the way, there are some stairs over here, so mind your step.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Is that some analogy to being killed? Almann figures they might've been trapped in a spell loop. Someone could've booby trapped the entrance and they really could be going in circles right now. Although, it's probably too late, its either keep going or turn back. Almann would prefer to keep going to see where this goes._\n\n\"It's very possible we're caught in a magical loop set off by us entering. The disorientation we're feeling right now may be real or fake. Either way we can't let it get to us. That's how the enemy wins and catches us out.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Huh? Oh.\"\n\n*Alexander is curious as to what it all means. It must be some kind of premonition. Probably just some religious bullshit. But who knows-\n\nOh shit. Maybe Almann is right. There could be some dangerous shit going on. It's probably best to trudge on, Alex supposes.*\n\n\"Push on. We must push on. I can use my shield if things get desperate.\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele was unsure of what to make of the writing and simply continued about the situation. She was beginning to breath heavily, but she kept herself under control for the time being.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As you all continue forward you will eventually come onto an open area at long last. Infront of you is a massive stone door decorated with designs of warriors seemingly fighting. There appears to be no lock on the door or even a handle. However what catches the groups attention is that the room is littered with skeletons and rotting corpses and the large stone slab above the door reading.*\n\n\"We are the 'Brave'. We accept only the bravest of warriors as only the brave can dance with death and come out alive\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would stare up at the warriors... Seeing if there was any particular pattern to how they were fighting. She was thinking that the lair before her could just be a trap with a specific step pattern required to pass through it.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"This is a fight. They've forced us into a fight\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would start to shake, then stopped herself. Stop that, your team needs you. She was scared out of her wits, but she couldn't let the others know that*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Alexander glances upward at the warriors as well. Seems a bit... Hmm, out of place? Something is off, anyway.*\n\n\"Who says it's a fight and not a slaughter?\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"You expect us to do nothing while they attack us?\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "\"Or we fight something else...\"\n\n_Almann looks at the large stone slab. Does this thing drop? Or does it move and something drop down? He wants to find out. He unsheathes Horemheb. It's time to find out how good this sword works._\n\n_Almann shrugs_\n\n\"Either way I'm not a good dancer. How about you guys?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Of course not. Doesn't mean it'll be fair, Kaisa.\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Since when was life fair?\" *She would look down st the ground*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"I'm not good with dancing, but I can lay down a damn good rhythm.\"\n\n*He would pull out his lute, strumming a long the strings as he played a riff. Emphasizing the bass hits by slapping his wrist against the lute, It was supposed to inspire bravery, but the way he played it, it gave off a feeling of immense power, the rhythm and the melody combining and merging as one in order to create a tune that resonated within the halls, giving those who listened in an unrivaled feeling of confidence and power. It didn't affect their strength, however; it was only a song, what could music do to the body anyway?*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"I was never a dancer. I've dealt with monsters though. Have to dance around their attacks\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann rolls his eyes. Good song, but not sure how it helps the situation. This must be him helping the rest cope. Almann looks at the slab above. Maybe if he slashed it? Would that do anything?_"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Don't do anything rash. Those stone warriors, I've got a bad feeling about them.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "\"They're in the door. You think they'll manifest outside of it? Better to get this over with than wait and let our nerves get to us.\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"There's no point in waiting. Hit the door. Let them come\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"I suppose so, but this still feels like... Like a test of sorts. I mean, look at all the bones around us; something obviously happened here. Just get ready for combat.\"\n*With this, he would cast Burn Up! On himself, readying his halberd by his side. He kept the flames low for now, planning only to set them to their full temperature once the time came to, if it came at all. He stayed away from the door, sensing a sort of danger emanating from it.*\n\n``` Burn Up! Cast. Remaining mana: 128.75/170 ```"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "\"What's the play? Hit stuff into things move?\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Arthur played his music those in the group would suddenly see the warriors on the door start to glow slightly and give off an aura that fills the whole room. There were around 22 bodies that laid on the ground, but as the aura would reach them they would slowly stand up and look over to the group, hissing and moaning in agony as they slowly trudge over encircling the group*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would summon her shoulder pods, cast Flaming Barrage and extend her arm blade. 10 flaming darts wound fire, one towards one undead. Filthy necromancy. So many problems caused by it. It needed to die.*\n```Flaming Barrage cast, 75 mana spent, 14 regained, 39/100 mana remaining```"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "\"Finally!\"\n\n_Almann begins to hack away at the undead nearest to him with his sword, making sure to aim for their skulls, hoping to crush them. He fires off a 'Stone Fist at the skull of another undead._\n\n```Almann attacks the nearest undead around him, using the 8 strength strikes towards the skulls of the undead hoping to take them out of commission. Stone Fist is launched at the skull of another undead using 3.75 mana and leaving him wtih 96.25 left.```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"What an annoyance. Everyone, get ready!\"\n*Flaring his fire all the way up to the max, he could feel the surge of energy flow through his blood vessels as he used the hammer side of his halberd to ram his weapon directly into the nearest skeleton he could find, and then used it to send a downwards strike onto another, the difference between the two being that the first one he had aimed for had some rusted armor on him. Afterwards, he rushed towards a row of other zombies, swinging his hammer horizontally as he hoped to smash as many zombies as he could in one strike. Arthur guessed that this place was rather old, judging by the state of the armor of the surrounding zombies. He figured that sword strikes wouldn't do well against the skeletons, since bones can't exactly be slashed with ease, but would work well against the zombies' rotting corpses.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Almann would easily crush the undead he aims for and its body would fall to the ground motionless.*\n*Kaisa's flaming barrage would also prove useful, as it would seem she was aware that undead were weak to the flame, taking 10 of them out as they desperately clawed at their dry faces as their bodies slowly set aflame before falling to the ground slowly turning to ash. The only downside as that there didn't appear to be any open ventilation in the room so the smell of burning flesh and smoke would quickly start to fill up the room*\n*Arthur would crush the skeleton with his halberd and with his wide swing he would take down 2 other zombies as their heads are lopped off from their bodies*\n\n**Overall situation**\nJek killed 1 undead\nKaisa killed 10 undead\nArthur killed 3 undead\n8 undead remaining\n\n*The undead that were not killed would swarm the assailants, 2 targeting Jek, 2 at Arthur, and 4 at Kaisa aiming for their arms or legs*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would stab the first one in the face, then kick it into another. She stabs another undead to the left of her, and kicks the one to her right*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann shoots another Stone Fist at one of the engaging undead in the head. He focuses on cutting the neck of the other undead using Horemheb._\n\n```Almann shoots off a Stone Fist at the head of one of the undead, costing another 3.75 leaving him with 92.5 mana. He uses Horemheb to slash at the neck of the other undead.```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Seeing two undead charging at him, Arthur would ready his halberd again, doing a repeat of his other move by swinging widely at the two that were approaching. It should be relatively easy considering how slow they were, but made sure he put in some extra force as he wanted to make sure that they wouldn't get up from after the strike.*\n``` No spells cast. 5 mana regained. Remaining mana: 133.75/170 ```"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*It seemed like an easy clean up as Arthur dispatches his 2 undead and Alman killed his 2. Kaisa is able to finish off 2 as well while knocking the other 2 undead charging at her away. However they slowly get up and charge her again. The room was getting hard to breath though and the air smelled terrible due to the burning bodies and everyone's vision would start to get cloudy from the smoke*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would begin to violently cough. She would punch one undead in the face with her pointed shield and stab the other in the face as well, then proceed to cough her lungs out*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would begin to look around for anything that could be a trigger for the door. She knew the others would be able to deal with the undead, but if they were to stay in the room any longer it possibly wouldn't even matter that they would be able to defeat them in the end. She felt around the walls and looked toward the undead to see if they dropped anything out of the norm while staying back from them.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Coughing and breathing in the burning smoke, he felt the warmth of the air against his pores. The closed nature of the room would obviously mean that the smoke would get trapped within, causing the people on the inside to suffocate. Maybe this was how the bodies within died; they all had some sort of pyromancer who set the bodies on fire. No, that wouldn't make sense, since if that were the case, there wouldn't be any bodies anywhere. Racing towards the door, his vision getting cloudy, Arthur used Rasmus to attempt to hammer through the wall.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann stays low, keeping his head out of the smoke and in cleaner air, he attempts to look around for any way forward._"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Syele looked around the door, she would suddenly see a bar looking rune. It looked like it was partially filled with rainbow like colors, the same colors that were radiating from the warrior designs currently. However she would notice it rapidly decreasing as the group continued to slay more of the undead. Kaisa would finish of her undead and the bar would be empty once more and the warriors would stop glowing. As Arthur slammed his sword against the wall the wall would glow slightly before sending him flying 20 ft across the room and into the opposing wall. The familiar sound of broken ribs would be heard by everyone in the room*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Arthur!\" *She would run over to him* \"Jackal! We need a healer\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele stopped to cast 'walk it off' onto Arthur while picking up the rune bar. She was coughing violently and brought the bar closer to the door, either it was a timer counting down to open it or a meter to how long they had left to open the door before the room killed them all off. She'd search top to bottom hoping the others would be able to hold off the undead trying to find anything to insert the bar into or for it to trigger something.*\n```Walk it off casted| 75/100 mana remaining```"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann crawls towards the door with the warrior figures on it and attempts to inspect what the warriors are doing more specifically. He's trying to look for any clues that might open the door for them and clear the air._\n\n\"Keep low, if you stay in the smoke you'll suffocate.\" _Almann yells to the others_"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"FUCK!\" *Arthur yelled as he was in pain, his back being slammed against the opposite wall. He coughed in pain as he felt his ribs break in his chest, cracking loudly as he hit the wall. Magic? On a door? It wasn't unheard of, but obviously someone didnt want anything to get inside. As Syele cast Walk it Off on him, he felt the bones begin to mend in his chest, although the pain still remained. Despite this fact, he began to feel reenergized, keeping his head low as per Almann's suggestion. Scanning the walls apprehensively, he tried to spot anything that would help them open the door to the passageway.*\n\n``` No spells cast. 5 mana regained. Remaining mana: 138.75/170 ```"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*You all would look around the room and would then notice that among the undead wearing armor there some sort of metal piece hanging from each of their necks? A total of 7 of them, one of the which were on the burning bodies Kaisa hit*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele rip off a bit of her sleeve and wrapped her hand in it as she dived in to rip off the piece of metal that was hanging from the burning undead's neck. Then if successful she held it over the rune bar to see if there was any reaction or if it somehow fit inside of it.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"What does the metal mean? Do we need to get them all to do something?\" *She would start to gather the metal bits like Jackal*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*As Arthur scanned the walls around him, his eyes would eventually fall on some of slain undead that they all had killed. He spotted a faint shining piece of metal hanging from some of their necks, some of them nearly being burnt by the flames Kai'sa had let loose upon them. Dashing towards the nearest ones closest to him, namely the ones that were burning since he was probably the only one that could withstand the heat to a degree, he ripped them off of the necks of the ones closest in proximity, gathering a total of four. He didn't know how many had remained, but knew by intuition that these would be key to opening the door that obstructed their path.*\n\n\"Don't worry about what it means, just gather them!\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*In total Syele would gather 1 from the burning body with only minor burns while Kaisa would gather 2 and Arthur 4, totaling 7. As Jek was examining the warriors on the wall he would be able to make out there were 7 of them in total, a archer, a warrior, a barbarian, a rogue, a martial artist, a knight, and a battlemage. Those who collected the 7 metalic pieces would see they were miniatures of various weapons, a sword, a staff, a knuckle bracer, an axe, a shield, a dagger, and a bow.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann turns around and notices the small sheen of the metal around their necks. Maybe they have something to do with the door? Seven and seven couldn't be a coincidence._\n\n\"Grab those things off their necks and bring them to the door.\"\n\n_Almann continues to run his hands along the door, feeling for any indents for items to be placed_"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would rush over and held the miniature up to where ever it was to match what she was holding. She was unsure if the rune bar even fitted into the picture at this point, but she kept it with her while winching in pain from the minor burns. She would go low to the ground to avoid any further inhaling of smoke as well.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Noticing the figures on the wall, Arthur held his own miniature weapons to his hand. He accounted four, a staff, a sword, a knuckle bracer, and an axe. He went over to the wall, which had various figures on it; a wizard, seemingly by his hat and robe, a swordsman,judging by a knightly figure on the wall, a martial artist, judging by another's torn shirt and Gi, and a berserker, seemingly by the horned helmet and fur that it wore. One by one he matched the weapons to their figure counterparts, and hoped that they would do something to open their paths.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa quickly nods. She places the shield on the rune with the knight, as knights were protectors. She attempts to place the dagger on the tune with the rogue, but misses several times due to her coughing violently*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As you all press the respective miniatures against the door with their respective counter part the rune that Syele noticed before would start to rise up again and the figures on the wall would start emitting a rainbow aura again. The group would then notice all the undead they had previously slain, besides the 10 that Kaisa burned would start to slowly get up, totaling 12 and turned to face the group once more*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"I think we if wipe them out this time the door will open! At least I hope!\" *Syele shouted out in her monotone voice and kept her distance for the time being while the fighters handled the rest. She wasn't able to do much at that time so she continued to look about for anything that was missing to solve the puzzle.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "*Coughing* \"What the FUCK is this? This is so annoying.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann stands up and coughs. Damn the girl for using fire again. Both times it's hindered their group. She needs to be more careful..._\n\n\"They want more it seems.\"\n\n_Almann goes to engage two of the undead, one with Horemheb and the other with 'Stone Fist'._\n\n```Almann slashes one across the neck with Horemheb and aims for the head of another with a 'Stone Fist', costing 3.75 but being negated by regeneration. This leaves Almann with 93.75.```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She proceeds to try and take out as many as she can, running around and punching, slicing and stabbing at will*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Are you kidding me?\" Arthur exclaims as he watches 12 of the undead warriors rise again. \n*He would raise his halberd once more, looking at a row of the undead he had seen. In front of him would be around three, all facing towards him. Readying Rasmus at his side, Arthur would launch himself towards them, bashing their skulls in once more with repeated strikes of his hammer's side of his halberd. He hoped that they would stay down this time, that this was the last wave of the undead that they would face before arriving at their intended targets.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa can be heard screaming as she kills the zombies*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Syele would notice the moment that the group stopped pressing the respective metal pieces against the door that bar would stop filling up, only having reached the halfway mark. As they proceeded to hack away at the undead the bar would slowly start decreasing once more. In total Kaisa, Arthur, and Jek kill 6 of the 12 undead, leaving 6 left. They would once more split into twos and with their slow bodies lunge at your guys' arms and legs*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Oi, oi, oi! Stop killing them! We gotta keep the pieces up against the respective positions if we want to get this door open! The dance is literally just avoiding them without killing them!\" *Syele yelled out once more to the group.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would simultaneously punch and stab two zombies.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Keep one alive! Drag it to the other end of the room, then continue to press the pieces to the door!\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She would then go and press the pieces to the door*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann begins to watch for enemy attacks in preparation to dodge. He will aim for their legs instead, taunting them towards him so they wouldn't focus on Kaisa. He wasn't a good dancer, but this he could do._"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur was getting tired of this endless cycle of mundane hacking and slashing; he wanted a challenge for once, a challenge to test his might against! These simple undead just wouldn't do, but he supposed that the guild members would be the ones to give him that experience. Heeding Syele's suggestion, Arthur wondered what kind of dance she was talking about; a waltz? Remembering the text on the wall, however, he realized with Syele's help that the dance meant 'those who could survive with an enemy's sword at their throats. He didn't have any more left, so he could only dodge and weave the skeleton's slow attacks as he hoped that the others would put their figures against the wall.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Almann and Arthur continued to 'dance' with the undead the remaining group pressed their miniatures against the door but alas the 7th piece wasn't being held. As suspected the bar wasn't rising and the remaining undead started to slowly close in on Jek and Arthur*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"We need one more to hold the piece!\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann continues to taunt the undead, attempting to hit the hands of those who do hold weapons to disarm them._\n\n\"Arthur, go ahead and hold the piece! I got the undead.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"I already gave up all of mine! Who has the last one?!\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"You filthy fox-tail fucker! You got to pick it back up and hold it to the wall, it can't just be laid on the ground!\" *Syele barked out at him in a surprisingly aggressive tone.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Shut the hell up, I realized that already!\"\n*Struggling to dodge the undead, he laid down his own two weapons, picking up the sword and the staff, holding them both up to their respective murals. In truth, he was at a loss for what he had to do, and so he grumbled, holding the two mini weapons up to the figures on the wall, the wizard and the swordsman. He only had two hands, however, but he attempted to use two of his glowing tails to grab them and hold them up to the figures.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Syele when then notice the bar raising up again as the figures on the wall radiate a rainbow aura once more, causing the slain undead to rise once more. As Jek was the only one they could reach, they all swarm around him in a terrifying fashion. The room would still be burning through the 10 bodies and at this point everyone would have great difficulty breathing*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"H-hold in there just a little longer! It's almost filled, just keep dodging!\" *She yelled out in a coughing fit, she could feel her lungs filling up on the inside with the smoldering remains of the dead... It was a awful experience to say the least.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would continue to cough.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Almann! Hold the runes! I'll take care of the undead!\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_It's getting harder to breath for Almann. He's starting to notice his movements get slower, and the undead are beginning to read his movements. The air is foul, and the foulness is filling his lungs. Are we going to be in decent condition to take on the guild?_\n\n_He listens to Kaisa, and launches himself backwards towards the door, holding up the runes as instructed while trying to keep his head below the smoke._"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Noticing two of the undead approaching him, Arthur aimed two strong kicks respectively with his right leg, hoping to send them flying. He maintained his balanced throughout this entire action, although barely; the smoke filled his lungs, taking in all of the air inside of him, and so he began to cough. He weakly maintained his hold on the figures, however, and held them up as they gave off a rainbow aura.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Almann would rush over, trying to push his way through the crowd of undead as they clawed and bit at his arms and legs, but he would make it over to Kaisa and press against the minatures. However, the undead would follow him and would now be upon the whole group against the wall. The rune bar however would finally be fully filled and as it does the door the group was pressing against starts to slowly sink into the ground, allowing some of the smoke to escape but as everyone was still inside the smoke was still filling up their lungs*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would then draw her katana as the door finally started to lower and slashed at any of the undead reaching for particularly her. The pain in her lungs was measurable and kept irritating at that point, but she still tried her best to fight off the horde.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Gasping for air at this point, Arthur felt the smoke fill up is lungs even more. Was he going to die here? Was he going to die of suffocation? He felt the breaths of his lungs become ever more shallow as time progressed, but he couldn't do anything about it. Inhaling and exhaling, he tried to maintain the steadiness of his breathing, but that only suffocated him further. However, he noticed a great rumbling in the wall, and watched in awe as the great stone wall began to sink. He didn't let go of the figures yet, though; he would keep holding steadfast until the door completely came down on them.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa screams in anger, and launches herself at the enemies. She slices the head off one, stabs another, backhands a third, and jumps up and kicks two more.*\n\n*She fills the smoke fill her lungs, gasping for air. She pushed on anyway. She had too. She had to kill these monsters, protect the others, Almann had already been hurt from them. Her movements seem to get weaker as she continues to fight, using up what precious oxygen she has*"
}
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{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann continues to hold the figures in place, ducking his head low and then holding his breath to get to a more strategic position facing the undead._"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As you all remained cornered waiting for the wall to slide all the way down, the undead with their superior numbers are you able to land scratches and bites on all your guys flesh. However with your combined efforts you all are able to clear them out once more. The door would eventually slide all the way down, allowing the smoke to thin out, but it is clear that you all are pretty exhausted having to use alot of the oxygen in your bodies to fight.*\n*Looking past the door into the next room, you all would be filled with unease to see that it is rather small as the smoke quickly starts to fill it up as well. It would appear to be a round chamber with a single stone door in the back. However, infront of this door were 7 stone statues, matching the description of the warriors that were on the previous door: the ranger, the berserker, the knight, the mage, the martial artist, the rogue, and the warrior.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Jackal! Heal yourself and Almann first. Then Arthur and Alex. Heal me last\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would look down to the ground. She had nearly killed them all, using fire in an enclosed space. It was only right that she was the one to take on the burden, of not only failing to protect the others, but actually endangering them*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Alex coughs and splutters nastily. Even more so, as, you know... Vampirism. It's inherently horrific to him, and it fills him with dread.*\n\n\"Oh, Gods Almighty, you bloody idiots are gonna suffocate us all... What now?\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "*Coughing, almost seeming to be sobbing* \"We continue. Jackal heals us along the way\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann coughs up some of the phlegm brought up by the smoke and sits against a wall near the doorway. It's black. The smoke and ash had gotten to his lungs. He's battered to say the least. The smoke and the continued attacks by the undead are slowing him down._\n\n_He's also bleeding more than he ever has before. Almann understands that his kind don't bleed out that fast, but this was worse than what he'd encountered previously. He'd been in fights, but always avoiding ones that would put him in serious trouble like this. Almann figures if he continues to get beat up like this he wont make it out alive, much less collect a reward._\n\n\"I say we rest for a second.\" _Almann croaks._\n\n_He takes out a water skin and gulps what he can down. He just realized how much the smell of burning flesh seeps into your clothes, and seemingly through the water skin. Foul._"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Damn, DONT GO IN YET!\" Arthur yelled. \n\nHe felt a foreboding sense of dread from those statues, like by choosing what statues they held up to the wall figurines, they had chosen the opponents they would face. It was ominous, making Arthur slightly weary to go back to the surface. Coughing, he would sit down on the floor, attempting to control his breathing. He lay down his halberd next to his right side, looking at the black blade while he took breaths in and out. Looking to the ceiling, he didn't really expect much, but he wanted to sort of take his mind off of fighting, even if if was for a little bit.\n\n\"Almann, hand me some of tha-\" *Cough* \"Ahem, that when you're done.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would nod, then go and huddle in a corner. Her helmet would shrink down. If anyone got closer, they would hear faint sobbing. She was a protecter, but she had done the opposite. She had actually gotten them injured, all of them, and Almann following her advice hurt him even more. Her heart would ache and tears would stream down her face as she hunkered down in the corner*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Yo, Kai-\" He paused, allowing some saliva to build in his throat before he spoke again. \"Kai'sa, you ok? You don't seem to well.\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"I-I'm fine.\" *It would be pretty obvious that she wasn't fine though*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann finishes his water._\n\n\"Arthur.\"\n\n_He tosses it to him, then fishing in his robe for the flask he keeps for special occasions. Liquor doesn't foul among the smell of the dead. He'd go ahead and take a couple of healthy swigs of the drink as well. It would help dull the pain and slow his heart rate down a little, perhaps even slowing the bleeding further._"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Wow, thanks. It's great that you left me such a *Substantial* Amount.\"\n\n*He would hold the flask up to his mouth, shaking it up and down as he attempted to drain it of any water he could. It wasn't much, and the droplets that touched his tongue only left him thirsting for more. He felt famished, he could feel the inside of his mouth dry up with the passing moments, but chose to pay no mind to this fact. Besides, he was already beginning to salivate slightly again, a sign that he wasn't completely dehydrated, which was good. He felt his beating heart slow to a normal pace, and changed into a criss cross sitting pose, back hunched over. He felt only slightly better, but it was better than nothing.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Alex sighs when he watches everyone else drinking the water. In hindsight, there's a lot of things you miss when you don't have the capacity to imbibe anything except blood...*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Alex leans against the wall he is met with a sudden smash to the face. His vision would start to dim as his world spins before falling to the ground unconscious. As everyone else turns to look they would see the martial artist statue standing over Alex's body with a bloody fist. They would see the 2 metal miniatures that Alex was hold drop from his hand, revealing the knuckle breakers and the axe. The statue would pick up the knuckle breakers and throw it back into the room before returning to its pedestal. The berzerker statue would walk over and seemingly for good measure bash Alex's head a second time with his foot. He would then pick up the miniature axe and also throws it back into the room before returning to its pedastal*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She would run over to him and check his pulse and breathing*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Shit, we lost Alex!\"\n*Arthur turned to the berserker and the martial artist statue, staring at them in fury. Somehow, for some unknown reason, they had emerged and sprang to life from their pedestals and had just decked Alex twice in the face. The statues... Were they made out of metal? Was there some other kind of riddle they had to solve in order to get past? Contemplating on whether or not to take up arms, Arthur scanned the room for a hint of how to progress further from where he was standing. Seven pedestals, seven statues, each matching the ones they he held up to the walls. What could this mean? Was it another riddle they had to solve to pass?*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would feel a pulse, and he would be breathing. She sobbed in relief and hugged his unconscious body. She would lay him gently on the floor.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "\"Two things:\"\n\n_Almann turns to the others_\n\nOne, we need someone on healing ASAP, and two, drop the miniatures. Perhaps holding them while standing in this room triggers something in those statues. If you have them on you, put them on the ground.\"\n\n_Almann paces back and forth, then proceeds to move closer to the martial arts statue for any sort of movement or clues._"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Kai? Wolf? I know one of you guys healed me, so you could do something to bring us back up to a somewhat refreshed state before we get knocked out like Alex here?\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would toss the little figures back into the other room for the time being and considered how to handle all the healing to deal with. They had one man already down and three others in similar state of affairs... She was a tough little oriate, so she considered in the best interest to start off with Arthur.* \"I'll start with Arthur, then onto Kaisa, and then finally I'll heal Almann. I can last for a good while with my injuries.\" *She whizzed out each word and then finally casts the spell onto Arthur.*\n```Casted walk it off| 50/100 mana```"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "*She would shake her head* \"Heal me last. Most of these injuries were caused by me anyway. I should be the one to take the burden\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Please, and thank you.\"\n*Arthur would feel his internal breathing come to follow a slow, trancelike rhythm as it regulated into a normal pace. He felt moisture in his mouth again, and intuitively knew that he was basically all fixed up. Standing up, he would continue to stare back down at the open passageway; the statues lied ever so still, not a trace of their animation being shown.*\n\"Thanks, Jackal.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann would simply wait to be healed. The more he moved around the more he would bleed. The less blood he had the slower he became, the alcohol would dull the a pain a bit, but it wouldn't be enough to make him drunk. He puts away the flask in his robe and crosses his arms with a raised eyebrow._"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*You all simply wait for your turn to receive healing from Syele and perhaps recover your stamina. The statues don't seem to move, even after Jek entered it. Jek's hypothesis about the miniature would seem to be right. As he approached the martial artist statue he would notice a rune circle around it and it would begin to glow yellow. Jek would see an inscription on the pedestal*\n \n\"I, the warrior of the fist, shall grant you the key of quickness, but only if worthy. Catch my fist or be struck with lightning. Only then the answer shall be revealed\"\n\n*The martial artist statue would then turn its head to face Jek and slowly get into a martial arts stance*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele simply waited for the others to finish what they were doing, she'd cast walk it off on Almann in the meantime.*\n```Casted walk it off| 25/100 mana```"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann slowly backs off from the statue._\n\n\"Seems like there are sort of trials perhaps for each statue? How did the guild manage to get a well guarded hideout like this? How powerful are the rest of the guild members anyways?\"\n\n_Almann pauses for a second._\n\n\"I think we need to pass these trials before we open the next door. Seven different keys from seven different guardians to open the next.\"\n\n_He slowly realizes they may have bitten off more than they can chew here. If they're this beat up after the first trial, how can they survive the second?_"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"I'll catch the fist. I'm the fastest here besides Arthur, and he needs to be on fire to do so. Which isn't something we want\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Hearing the statue's challenge towards the group, Arthur scanned his teammates. Almann looked apprehensive at first, looking a bit hesitant as the statue turned its head towards him. He heard Almann's spiel, as well as Kai'sa's, but he turned them both down with a wave of his hand.*\n\n\"My fire, the one from my ability, anyway, doesn't emit any sort of smoke. Its the reason why the room didnt start filling up with the gas when I lit myself up. Ive got a pretty good amount of speed on my side as well, so I figure I should take the shot. Sorry, Kai.\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"That's a relief\" *She would start to cough violently*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Almann steps away from the statue the runic circle on the ground would stop glowing yellow and the statue would slowly revert to its original stance. While everyone now has some breathing room, the room was still small with no ventilation and thus smoke was still filling it up. The room would now start to look a bit foggy from the smoke starting to condense in the area*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would continue to cough violently, and it was starting to get worrisome. She wasn't going to get any better throughout this trial*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would simply flop down to the ground and laid on her back for the time being waiting for someone to solve the puzzle so they could continue on with the journey. She wasn't particularly one with the interest of puzzles and she started to wonder if those of the guild haven't already figured out that they were coming and fled by now.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Are you fucking serious right now? Damnit...\"\n*Arthur would look all around him, trying to find an exit. The runic circle on the ground that Almann had stepped off had shut off; maybe it reacted to pressure of some sorts? He didn't know what he was to do. Was he supposed to take Almann's place in the trial? He had volunteered to, anyway. \n\nHe heard Kai'sa's endless spasms of coughs, starting to worry Arthur. For some reason, Syele's healing magic had seemingly no effect on the macen, which led Arthur to wonder why. However, these thoughts could not be realized in time if they wanted to escape the room, so Arthur leapt onto the runic circle, setting himself ablaze once more. He turned and faced the statue, raising his arms up in a sort of boxing position.*\n\"Lets dance, you father-fucking steel brained asshat.\"\n``` Burn Up! Cast. Remaining mana: 128.75/170 ```"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann walks up to the Barbarian statue, wondering what the trial might be for it. Hopefully it's something that he might be skilled in._"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Arthur would approach the martial artists statue the runic circle would start to glow yellow once more and the statue would pull its fist back in a fighting stance. Then with terrifying speed it sends a punch straight toward Arthur's gut with electricity cackling behind it*\n\n*As Lmann approaches the barbarian statue he would find that it would also have a runic circle around it and inscription on the pedestal.*\n\n\"I, the warrior of the axe, shall grant you the key of vitality, but only if you are worthy. Endure my blow or your blood will paint the earth. Only then the answer shall be revealed\" \n\n *The runic circle would then glow red as the barbarian statue turns to face Jek, slowly lifting its heavy steel axe over it's head*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele just simply blinked a few times as she watch both statues about to slap the shit out of her teammates. And then she considered for a moment and spoke out in among the situation.* \"You know, I just realized that half this stuff is really only here to slow us down and wear us down... If not kill us altogether. By the time we actually reach those guild guys they'll probably be gone or we'll be in too bad of a shape to fight.\" *She whizzed a little in between her chatter, but still continued to rest on the floor just a pinch away from the statues.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur, who had already had a preconfirmed notion about an attack, knew that something was about to happen as the statue pulled his fist back, getting prepared to strike. The second this happened, Arthur sensed something was about to come and strike him, and he watched as the martial artists statue launched a punch, seemingly aimed towards his gut. Reacting accordingly, Arthur bent his knees slightly so that his arms were where his gut once was, and used both of his arms to form an X shape as a means of blocking the statues attack, hoping to catch the fist where his left and right arms crossed.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann stood still. Is this where he dies? He can't turn down another challenge, he isn't a coward. Does he have to take the blow bare? Or can he attempt to parry with his sword? These thoughts go through his mind as he steps forward. He utters a prayer under his breath to the elven gods he had believed in as a child._\n\n\"Either way I want to see if there are any secrets here. This is a peculiar hideout, one with very powerful guardian magic. I want to see if they have anything hidden here they don't want found.\"\n\n_Almann shifts so that his bone-plated shoulder faces the axe. His bones should be able to absorb the blow as he turns towards the statue. Either way this is going to hurt._\n\n\"Come.\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Arthur crosses his arms to block the attack, he would hear a loud crack as the fist makes contact with his right forearm followed by intense electricity coursing through his arm, rendering it limp. However, the statue keeps on going. It pulls back its punch and with its arm goes for a jab toward Arthur's face with electricity flowing behind it as well*\n\n*As Almann shifts to the side and lets his shoulder take the blow the axe would stop a few centimeters before making contact with him. The barbarian would then sheath the axe over its back and from the pedestal Almann would hear something drop. Looking down he would find a rune with a red axe image on it and the runic circle would stop glowing*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Hey arthur, it said to catch it's fist, not block it. Go for a grapple or a solid grab to catch it entirely instead of trying that again.\" *Syele spoke out calmly while watching poor arthur get his ass shocked.* \"Also, I would agree with the need to look about this hideout, but that's not our job.\" *Syele swore to herself if that idiot tries to take another hit head on she's cutting off his manhood while his paralyzed, because by then her thought process would be that arthur's too dumb to ever be allowed to reproduce.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"For crying out loud, I figured that out already, Jackal.\" He grumbled.\n\nReeling back from the blow the staue dealt to him, Arthur stared at his now limp right arm. Ok, maybe a head on block wasnt the trick. Surely it didnt mean that he would literally have to *Catch* Its strike, right? Sensing the force of the wind from the speed of its strike, he knew the statue was going to go for another attack; but where? His gut again? His chest? He looked up, glancing for a moment at the menacing figure drawing back his arm before sending a punch directly at him. He suddenly knew as he saw it; it was going for his head. In a rush of adrenaline and panic, Arthur, seeing that he had no other options, sidestepped to his left, pivoting on his right foot as he did. His shoulder locked with the statues, Arthur used his left arm to forcefully hyperextend the statues arm once the the punch had reached its fullest extent. Once he had accomplished this, he used his right foot to kick the statue down from behind, hopefully having it fall down to the floor while its arm was caught in that position."
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann picks up the rune and rubs his shoulder. Looks like it cleaved through his garment and some skin, but his shoulder stopped it._\n\n\"We can't go back empty handed to the boss, I'd rather not be followed until I die by criminal kingpin, just hope they haven't escaped after this or they leave some of the cargo behind thinking we've died or failed. It's either we risk our lives now or risk our lives for the foreseeable future when we look behind our backs.\"\n\n_Almann now walks up to the Archer, waiting for it's trial._"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Arthur would twist to avoid the jab at the last second, the excess electricity would make contact with his hair and make it stand on end, but otherwise no serious injury. Locking his shoulder with the statue and attempting to hyper-extend the arm would suddenly result in the runic circle to stop glowing yellow. The martial artists would revert back to its neutral stance and as with Almann, Arthur would hear something drop to the ground nearby the pedestal. Looking down it would be a runestone with a yellow fist*\n\n*As Almann approached the archer statue he would suddenly find the area around him starting to glow green. It would appear the runic circle for this one was farther out than the other two But the distance wasn't so far as to prevent reading of the inscription*\n\n\"I, the warrior of the bow, shall grant you the key of the fearless, but only if you are worthy. Stare danger in eye, else you shall be blinded by it. Only then the answer shall be revealed\"\n\n*The archer then pulls out a steel arrow from its quiver and somehow pulls it back on its steel bow, aiming for Almann's head*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Well, would you look at that.\"\n\n*Gazing into the statue, he felt his hair stand on end as the runic circle stopped glowing yellow. The statue paused for a moment, seemingly suspended within time, and reanimated into a neutral stance. Arthur couldnt help but smile at this fact; he, a complete martial artists newbie, had defeated what seemed to be a master. He found this thought amusing, but let it slide as he pocketed the rune with a glowing fist. He was about to walk towards the figure with the swordsman on it, but decided first to face back at the statue, bowing low and respectfully towards it. He would let his flames naturally die out, and would walk over to Syele.*\n\n\"You want to go next? Swordsman's all yours.\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Two out of seven complete... Hell I might as well get up and give one a try here... Eventually. Actually, on second thought if I were to be knocked out then we'd be pretty much fucked from here on out for anymore injuries.\" *But regardless she stood up and walked over to the swordsman statue.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Go get em, tiger. Dont trip on your sword. Ill watch from the sidelines.\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"I'll help too\" *She had just recovered from a terrible coughing bout, and felt pretty useless right now*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She would walk towards the nearest statue*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Question, if I succeed in the first try may I have two gold from your payment, Arthur?\" *She her voice didn't betray any emotion as she spoke out and glared over to him with her typical dead eyes.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Be my guest. I have some to spare.\"\n\n\"A peon like you could use some better equipment, after all.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann knew what he had to do. He couldn't flinch, break, dodge, block, or perhaps even blink. He had to take the arrow. He had one rune so far, he was confident he could get another. He was no coward. This is another test, one that would determine who he becomes in the future... If he doesn't die here. To be fearless against and enemy will be needed once he attempts to achieve his ambitions. Almann makes sure to face the bow directly. Hopefully the archer misses and hits the thick bone in the front of his skull._\n\n\"Come!\" _Almanns face turns into a defiant snarl_"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Syele approaches the swordsman as with all the other statues the runic circle would glow orange. The description on the pedestal would read* \n\n\"I, the warrior of the sword, shall grant you the key of honor, but only if you are worthy. Treat those fairly as how you wish to be treated, else be punished for your disgrace.\"\n\n*The swordsman would then seemingly summon a katana into his hand matching that what Syele wields and holds it infront of him*\n\n*As Kaisa approaches the nearest statue, it would turn out to be the Knight statue. As she approaches the runic stone around the statue would glow blue. The inscription would read*\n\n\"I, the warrior of the shield, shall grant you the key of sacrifice, but only if you are worthy. Put on the line what every knight does for their liege, else it shall be taken from you \"\n\n*With that the knight statue holds its shield up infront, leaning over Kaisa with its towering size*\n\n*As for Almann, as he stood there with raw determination the arrow flies through the air aiming straight for his eyes. But as he had resolved himself, he keeps his eyes open the entire time. Just as the arrow makes contact with his eye it disperses into dust. The green glowing would seize and the archer would put its bow to its side. A runic stone would then drop to the ground with a green bow on it*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Hey, whaddya know! It wants you to stop acting like you crawled your way out of some hyena's intestines, and learn some proper manners for once! Exactly what you need! Man, I'm glad I stood out of this one.\" *Arthur exclaimed, holding his arms up in the air as he spoke. He sat down, picking up his halberd he left on the floor. He watched as Almann faced the archer's arrow with resolve and steel befitting that of a most courageous hero; he knew that he himself could never do such a feat. He found it pretty funny that Syele had gotten the trial that she got; the jackal oriate needed that comeuppance, eh?*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele didn't speak a word out to arthur in reply as she simply examined the sword for the time being. She thought deeply on it's words of to treat others fairly to how she wished to be treated, she considered long and hard for the time being and finally her words whizzed out of her still damaged lungs as she rested her essentially stolen katana onto the ground out of respect of the statue.* \"You ask me to treat those around me fairly as how I would wish to be treated. Thus, I don't know if you can hear me or even react words or just simply actions.\"\n\n*Syele knew she'd either make a fool out of herself by surrendering her weapon, but if the statue was asking the question wholeheartedly, then she would want not to even strike the statue, not out of fear nor a cowards intent. Simply for the fact that it is what she would want in return that is fair for both of them since neither of them would be harmed and if the statue would still strike her then it would disgracing the very question it asked.* \"But I must say, I wish to not strike something needlessly and rather have a sense of respect for whatever you represented in your past, if it be all swordsman who lived or an actual person, thus I hope you would respect that as well and treat me the same for what I am now as a living being who knows pain and sorrow.\" *Her eyes didn't portray emotion nor a spark of color, her words however was filled with a genuine sorrow, to be treated by others kindly is how she always wanted in a way, but rarely did that ever happen. So, she simply took a honorable bow before it on one knee waiting to see if it would show her similar treatment or at least strike dead out of her own misery of the world.*\n\n*In a cruel sense, if the worse was to happen and it did still strike then it would just be how the world was in her eyes. She thought would a statue show her more respect then the world itself or just end up being as cold as the very stone it was made out.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann bends over and puts his hands on his knees, letting out a deep sigh. He didn't notice he has holding his breath waiting for the arrow to come. His sweat is dripping on the floor. Too close. Must be alcohol. Now he's glad he developed a taste for it. They do call it liquid courage after all..._\n\n_Almann chuckles to himself. He had two runes, and almost died twice. Is the third time the charm? Next was the battle mage. He walks towards the statue of the mage and faces it, waiting for it's trial._"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "`he told me that he'd continue tomorrow as well, so I assume he's sleeping.`"
}
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{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would know what this one meant, she had seen this several times. She would kneel and bow, exposing her neck and head to the statue*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Syele would kneel before the swordsman, the statue would seemingly sheath its sword and knee infront of her as well. Shortly after the orange light from the runic stone would stop glowing followed by the familiar sound of something dropping to the ground. Infront of Syele would be runic stone with an orange sword symbol on it.*\n\n*Almann approaches the battlemage the runic stones around it would glow violet. The inscription on the pedestal reads*\n\n\"I, the warrior of the staff, shall grant you the key of effort, but only if you are worthy. Show me your works, else I shall take your wasted potential.\"\n\n*The mage would then point its staff an Almaan and a lighter purple sigil would appear beneath his feet*\n\n*As Kaisa would kneel before the knight and bow, exposing her neck and head to the statue, the knight would raise his shield and bring it down on her neck. However, just as it makes contact with her skin the knight halts its blow and sheaths back its shield. Like with the other statues, Kaisa would see a runic stone with a blue shield on it drop from the pedestal.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Well, I suppose that leaves me to take on the rogue.\"\n\n*Standing up to a poised and upright position, Arthur picked up his Halberd from off of the floor, walking apprehensively towards the Rogue statue. He had no idea what this one would be about; perhaps a test of agility or wits? After all, rogues were especially niche in those aspects. He felt revitalized, even if it was after a short while, and closed in on the statue, facing it eye to eye as he looked at it with a solemn silence*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa shivers in fear. She knew the statue wouldn't harm her, but that was cutting it close. She picked up the rune, and the key of sacrifice lay in her hand. She remembered her sacrifice. She could have ended her life when she became a vampire, to end this eternal life of misery and embrace peaceful death. Instead, she chose to continue. People around the world would suffer from the monstrosities of the world. She couldn't just take the easy way out, no matter how appealing it could be. She had to protect the others, the other people who couldn't defend themselves, to protect them from the same fate that fell upon her*\n\n*If there are any other statues, she stands up and faces that one. If not, she lets Arthur take on the Rogue and looks around the room, after all, the statues did say keys*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann concentrates. Perhaps the statue wishes to see his mana? Perhaps his attack spells? His weren't that impressive, but they had been reliable in the past._\n\n_Almann decides to conjure up a Bronze Lance. Instead of shooting it out of his palm, he instead attempts to levitate it with his mana, pouring what magic he has into the lance to increase it's properties and perhaps change it's shape. He sits on the floor, concentrating what mana he has and keeping his mind clear and calm._\n\n_Almann holds out his hand, with his palm facing the ceiling. First, the image of his trusty lance comes to mind, next, he will have to modify it in a way that would show his work. He imagines his tools, etching designs and runes into the magic lance, and the lance slowly coming out of the palm of his hand engulfed in his metallic mana. It has to be what he imagined as his magical magnum opus, a holy bronze lance with runes and other designs, sharper than some of the best crafted swords, and sturdier than any metal forged with, able to pierce any armor he wishes it to pierce. To the lance he will attach metal feathers, rings, and other designed trinkets to enhance these effects on the lance. Finally, where he is supposed to hold the land where it is couched, he attempts to visualize a leather, bronze colored holder, capable of cushioning it's underneath the rider's arm, and serve as a comfortable grip for those who wish to wield it another way._\n\n```Almann summons his 'Bronze Lance', costing 15 mana. However, with the extra mana poured out into the lance, he uses twice as much, hoping for the visual and physical improvements his pictured in his mind. This leaves him 70/100 mana left.```"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Arthur approaches the Rogue statue the runic stone around it would glow indigo. The description on the pedestal would read*\n\n\"I, the warrior of the dagger, shall grant you the key of charity, but only if you are worthy. Let not greed consume you, lest you loose everything you truly value\"\n\n*The rogue statue would then pull out 2 daggers, one in each hand and take a crouching position*\n\n*There were no longer anymore statues in the room, thus Kaisa would be free to look around. She would notice the smoke in the room getting even thicker and would start to feel a slight cough building up once more. Visibility was starting to deteriorate once more. However, it would still be clear enough for Kaisa to notice the door in that back. Amusingly everyone was so focused on that statues that it seemed they didn't even try to examine the door inside the room. As Kaisa approaches it she would see that the door would have no handle, similar to the one in the last room, but would have 7 empty slots across its surface.*\n\n*As Almann casts his spell and focus tremendously on the details the light purple sigil the mage summoned would light up, and before your very eyes you would see your lance dissipate. The mage continue to stare at you with the runic purple lights still glowing in the background.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa's cough was getting worse, and this was not good. She had to get out of this room fast. She would walk up to the door and examine the small slots*\n\n\"I think *Cough* I found *Cough cough* The way out!\" *Violent coughing*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann scratches his chin and turns to those not occupied by the statues._\n\n\"Aye...\" _Almann holds up two of his runes_\n\n\"They require these, there's still two more runes to be had. The mage doesn't like my magic. Care to try?\" _He looks to Kaisa_"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "*Coughing* \"Are you kidding me? Last time *Cough* I used it *Cough cough* I almost suffocated us all\" *Another coughing fit*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would speak up over to Almann.* \"What is magic worth to a mage? Can he not already do that to begin with, Almann. So, try to show him something physical that's been your pride and joy or any personal item actually made by your hands.\" *She spoke out, picking up the rune while trying to hold back actual tears... She hadn't cried in years and she'd been damned if she was going to cry now. Syele picked up the sword as she went and walked over to the door that Kaisa mention and placed her rune to it.*\n\n\"If it doesn't accept that, then let me give it a try in a moment.\" *She stated plainly, her emotional state quickly washing away back to her typical dead eye self.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*\"Let greed not consume you?\" That was something, coming from a statue that embodied thievery and criminals. He paused, pondering the irony of the situation. Could this, perhaps, be one of the gentleman thieves he read about in stories? Could such things really exist? He certainly had heard of them in children's stories, namely Blobin Nood, the thief who had stolen money from the poor and gave them to the rich... Or was it the other way around? Either way, it was odd to see something like this in a dungeon. Let loose everything he truly valued? What did he value? He certainly valued his life, but he didn't want to kill himself right then and there. It probably wasn't as obvious as just gold too; that could be the wrong answer, after all. He looked to his halberd/sword, Rasmus. He had taken a dear liking to the weapon, having carried it throughout the years as his main tool of fending off rogue thieves and bandits. Looking down on his weapon with a sort of solemn silence, Arthur decided to kneel down on a single leg, laying his halberd down in front of the statue. He stood up, and took out his lute as well; perhaps he could play... A song? He valued music deeply, after all. Breathing in, he opened a single eye as he looked towards the rogue.*\n\n\"This is all I can offer, but allow me to bestow the gift of music on you. It may not be much. But I value it with all my heart.\"\n\n*He began to play.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann thinks again. All he had was what he had on him. He left his most expensive project at his shop, for obvious reasons. Every weapon and piece of equipment though he has modified, tinkered with, sharpened, and maintained._\n\n_He takes out his silver dagger, something he made himself to ward off werekin and other evils. He places it within the light purple ring._\n\n_He unsheathes Horemheb, the sword, before being unlocked with enchantments, required him to maintain it. Bronze does rust slowly over time, who knows how old the blade was? It took him days and several metal brushes to get rid of the old oxidation, another week to procure the leather and make the hilt to his liking. It was another gift from his foster father. He places it within the circle._\n\n_He unclips his bronze ear-rings, his first projects. They were precious artifacts of his foster father, and objects he planned to enchant later. He always felt a warm energy from them. He places these as well inside of the light purple circle._\n\n_Lastly, his silver pendant. Though not of his making, the pendant had also been maintained by Almann religiously. The pendant features a four point star one side, and a rearing ibex on the other. He has polished it every day since he was able to hold a rag. It has always been around his neck. It pains him, but he also places this within the circle._"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Arthur places his valued sword infront of the rogue and play his lute, the rogue statue would simply pick his sword, open its stone pouch and through some magical means stuff Remus into it till it disappears into the bag. The rogue would then assume a a readied stance again with its daggers head out as the indigo light fades out from the runic circle. Shortly after the familiar sight of a rune stone drops to the ground from the pedestal with a indigo dagger symbol on it*\n\n*As Almann places all his projects that he had worked on the light purple sigil would slowly fade away till it completely disappears. The mage would then sheath back its staff as the familiar sight of a rune stone dropping occurs with the symbol of a violet staff on it*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele simply waited for the others to finish with their statues and leaned kneel down against the wall doing her best not to take in anymore smoke. Her breathing was already fuzzy and just getting worse as they went on. It was also at that moment her face just had an odd expression on it as she watched Arthur's prized sword get taken into oblivion... It asked him not to be greedy, but never said it wouldn't take an arm and a leg if it was given.*\n\n\"Honestly, this is becoming costly for all of us... To our health, gear, and spirit. I sure do hope that the boss pays us better than any job we've done yet or this will bankrupt us or kill us before we're done.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann gathers his things, and takes his three runes to the door. He observes closely at the rune slots on the door._\n\n\"We'll see.\" _He responds to Jackal_\n\n_ There are seven slots, obviously, but they are unmarked. It's probably booby trapped. Great. Almann looks back at the order of the statues. Which one of the guardians came first? Closest to the door? He simply doesn't know. He observes instead the formation of the slots, seeing if they form some sort of pattern or hold some sort of shape that might hint to which order they go in. Perhaps there are hints from the statues as well? They didn't have enough time, but he had to be careful not to set anything off._"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur watched as his sword disappeared into the bag of the rogue, looking in awe as he finished his song. Slowly walking over to its vicinity, he picked up the rune with the indigo dagger on it, staring at the rock. Looking back and forth between the rune and the bag, Arthur had to do several double takes before he realized what just happened. Slipping the rune into his pocket, Arthur stared back at the statues eyes.*\n\n\"You serious? You fucking serious?\" \n\n*Taking his lute, he smashed it over the rogues head. That sword... It was special to him. He wasn't about to just let it go like that; he would do whatever it took to get it back from the bronze, lifeless freak. Smashing the lute over its head multiple times, he was enraged at the fact that he had one of his most important assets stolen from him. STOLEN! LIKE... AS IF HE WAS THE SUBJECT OF A ROBBERY!*\n\n*...*\n\n*Wait. Was... Did... Did he just get fooled like that so hard? Did he really just get tricked... As if he were a fool? Fuck this, he wasn't going to have any of it anymore. He walked straight up to the statue, igniting one of his hands on fire to an extreme degree. He was prepared to cast Enveloping Hell, as the flame was still in the condensed, ignited form. He held it up to the statue's head, waiting for the bronze to melt to his fire.*\n\n``` Enveloping Hell Cast (?) Remaining mana: 135/170 ```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would be studying the door for and the statues, attempting to find something between their position and the door. She would then hear Arthur yell in rage* \"You serious? You fucking serious?\" *And sees him banging on the rogue statue. She turns back to the door, thinking again, and the turns back to Arthur, and her eyes open wide in fear, and screams, but she can tell it is too late*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Looking at the slots formation Almaan would see that each slot would be in an upside-down U like row, with a total of 7 rows. There is a design on the door but given the smoke it is hard to make out what it is*\n\n*As Arthur let out his frustrations and walk up the statue with Enveloping Hell in his hand the rune stone in his pocket would visibly glow through it before letting loose a loud explosive sound along with thick black smoke, deafening and blinding him. He would then feel a sharp pain through his chest. Looking down he would once more see the beautiful hilt of Remus, but the one wielding was not Arthur as he noticed the familiar metallic fingers wrapped around the handle. The ringing in his ear would then begin to sound like a deep metallic voice*\n\n\"Charity comes from the heart... But it seems greed has filled that void instead\"\n\n*Arthur would then feel the enveloping Hell he had help on standby go off in his hand. What was this sensation? It felt hot? The smell, the pain? Focusing through the thick black smoke that surrounded him he would see the flames of enveloping him surrounding him but why was he smelling the familiar scent of burnt flesh when he was trying to melt a statue? It would then hopefully dawn to him what was happening*\n\n*Everyone else would see Arthur let loose his rage as he attempted to attack the rogue statue. However, the rune stone he had stored in his pocket would seemingly explode, causing a moderate amount of ringing in your ears. Thick black smoke would be seen completely enveloping Arthur, but the smoke was quickly expanding and filling up the room. The rogue statue was also no where to be seen*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*What the hell had just happened? Arthur had seemed planning on melting the statue, but it obviously backfired. Literally. The explosion left a ringing sensation in her ear, but what concerned her more was the fact that black smoke had started to fill up the room, and Arthur couldn't be seen. She would attempt to get closer, trying to figure out what happened to him*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Fools, the lot of them. Now Almann wasn't sure they could proceed forward. They didn't have the 7 runes now. He wasn't prepared to make sacrifices while working, and he payed the price._\n\n_It's started to get harder to breathe. This was all so frustrating, they had pushed so far and have gotten nothing. Potentially two of their teammates are out of commission, there is now 3. The three left (Almann included) are battered and exhausted. A crock of shit this is, all of it._\n\n_He turns back around. Almann can't see anything. He'll collect the runes first and see what he can do from there. What if they leave and the doors close up again? Would they have to redo the first trial? What if the runes in his pocket explode when he tries to leave? He'd have to collect them first, that's what matters. They cannot afford to fail._\n\n\"Follow my voice!\" _Almann coughs_\n\n\"I need the runes, I'll keep track of them so you guys can focus on yourselves and on taking care of Arthur!\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Here!\" *She tosses the shield tune to Almann*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would simply blink at the entire matter while she went fully back down on the floor with a piece of cloth over her mouth. She didn't want to inhale anymore and she would have to be awake to heal Arthur since it seemed the statue was reflecting the damage onto him instead.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur was engulfed with fury. He had kept beating the statue as he noticed black fog blimd and deafen him. Quickly stopping, he attempted to look around; nothing. Just black as far as the eye can see. He would turn and turn, but see nothing, even with the flame in his hand.*\n\n*Then, he felt it.*\n\n*The cool slipping of metal piercing through his abdomen, sliding itself through his body. Pain flaring all over his body, his nerves screamed in torture as a blade was shoved through his armor, sliding through his left lung. As the sword exited his body, he felt the scent of burned flesh come from his stomach. What kind of sword could have this power? Except... He knew none besides his own. His creation, his pride.*\n\n*Looking down, he saw his own sword, Rasmus, the Shatterer of Ideals, pull out from his chest, the black and red blade stained with the crimson of his lung. The wound wasnt bleeding; rather, it was nore or less dried because of the heat from the sword. He stumbled. He kneeled. He... Fell. Clutching his stomach, Arthur coughed up plenty of blood over and over again as he knelt and looked up at the towering bronze figure in front of him. It had his sword, HIS sword, and was staring down on Arthur with a look of disappointment, if statues could do that.*\n\n\"Charity comes from the heart... But it seems that greed has filled that void instead.\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The statue would then drop the sword infront of him, and return to its pedestal, reverting to its neutral stance once more. However the words \" Let not greed consume you, lest you loose everything you truly value\" Would echo through Arthur's head as the black smoke fades away and the ringing in his ears dull out. However, he would not be met with much comfort as smoke has heavily contaminated this room as well, making it hard to breath. If the group does not leave soon they would start suffocating once more*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Arthur! Come on, let's get you out of that\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She would attempt to guide him through the smoke and fetch the key out of his pocket, but cannot find it. She does however, get the key for the fist*"
}
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{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Don't move him!\" *Syele went to yell out, his ribs could possibly be damaged and fractured so any attempt to move him now would only cause more harm then good. She casted 'walk it off' as fast as she could in the hopes that she could mend the interior damage before Kaisa unknowingly harmed him further.*\n\n*She would then stand up and rush over to the stage, taking the katana and cutting her own hand down to almost the bone with it be barely visible to let blood pour before the statue along with giving up the entire sword as an offering. She spoke out once more with a bit of emotions flooding in her eyes, but her voice trailed out.* \"I offer you my own blood! My very steel that guards my life! Take it! I have no greed for these things, I know hardheartedly, if I do not then these people will die! My comrades, people who have tried to help me thus far through this adventure! If not blood and steel is worth their lives then truly, you know fully what greed is.\" *She stated to the statue in her monotone voice... But her eyes started to water, either from the smoke or her own emotions leaking forward. Her words accused the statue, if it would not accept her offering, then it is just as greedy as arthur.*\n\n```Casted walk it off| 0/100 mana until I become not lazily enough to count up the turns.```"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann grabbed the runes tossed to him, keeping low as to avoid breathing in too much smoke. He assessed closely to what runes he had, and what ones he needed._\n\n_The keys were as follows: Charity, Fearlessness, Sacrifice, Vitality, Effort, Honor, and Quickness. He obtained Fearlessness, Effort, and Vitality himself. Their respective symbols were a Green Bow, a Red Axe, and a Violet Staff._\n\n_He received one other from Kaisa. Sacrifice, with a Blue Shield as it's sigil._\n\n_Almann still needed the other three: the Key of Charity from the Rogue, with an Indigo Dagger, the Key of Honor, and the Key of Quickness._\n\n\"I still need three mo-\"\n\n_She offered her blood? Had these ordeals really wore on these guys? It's reckless... Nonetheless Almann repeats himself._\n\n\"If you guys have any runes in your pockets, toss them to me!\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Almann! Here\" *She throws him the key of the fist*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Kaisa will attempt to move Arthur's injured body but would hopefully stop at Syele's warning. As Syele casts her healing magic onto Arthur she would see the wound start to slowly close up but the moment her healing magic stopped it would start bleeding again. She would hopefully realize what this meant*\n\n*As Syelee then runs up to the rogue statue the runic circle would glow indigo once more. Spilling her blood and tossing the katana onto the pedestal would result in the rogue to pull out its daggers but would slowly turn to look at her offerings. It would then bend over to pick up the katana and as what it did with Arthur's sword, stuff it into its pouch. It would then seemingly stare at you with contempt and remain in a battle ready stance with its daggers out. However, as with last time, the light from the indigo runic circle would seize and the rune stone with the indigo dagger symbol would then drop from the pedestal onto Syele's pool of blood*\n\n*That being said the room has now reached the same level of congestion as the last room and everyone would feel their lungs desperately struggling for air and have coughing fits once more*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann catches the fist rune, now he has five._\n\n\"I need two more! Jackal, Kaisa! If you have the last tw-\" _Almann coughs furiously_\n\n\"If you have the last two toss them towards the sound of my voice!\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would gently lower Arthur down to the floor. She would hug him closely*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"You're going to be alright Arthur. We need you here, we all do.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She would unsummon her breastplate and cut off the cuff of her shirt, and tries to use it to wrap Arthur's wound*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur would lie still on the floor, feeling his wound begin to close slightly as Syele cast her magic on him. However, something would happen; a seemingly unnatural force within his body would just... Halt the healing. The wounds spilling back to what they were prior, he started to bleed once more from his lung wound, with the same intensity as last time. Was he... Was he going to die here? Die, die in this dark room because of his stupidity? All because of his one mistake?*\n\n*He let his body collapse into the floor, gazing upon his blade. How ironic that the closest thing he had to him all of these years was the single item that would end him. What had caused Arthur to act like this? Pride? Arrogance? Stupidity? A combined maelstrom of all three, whirling and spinning to cause the ultimate downfall of the kitsune? He sighed, letting the blood gush into his lungs, bleeding out onto the floor. This... This was even worse than Vinran. He could take a couple of lightning scars, but a stab wound? Heh, that would definitely leave a mark. Heh...*\n\n*He picked the rune from his pocket, attempting to toss it towards Almann, though he wouldnt find it.*\n\"Wha- what? Even now, Im still being robbed? Damn...\" He would deliver a mighty, hacking cough, almost causing the interior pointed parts of his ribs to sink into the exposed part of the lung. \"I... I don't think I'll make it out of this one.\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"You're going to make it, dammit! You're getting out of this alive! Now, unconscious or not is another story\" *She wrapped the bandage around Arthur's wound*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"It's not even worth it. Oh hell, am I dying here?\"\n*He stared blankly at the ceiling.*\n\"Holy hell, am I going to... Die? Am I really going to die here? I... I dont want to die. Not yet. Just... Not yet. I havent even lived past... 3 cenimeters...\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would toss the dagger and sword runes toward Almann without a second thought while wrapping her hand up in a bit of leg garment she'd rip off while coughly violently. She'd then walk over to Arthur, standing over him with her dead eyes locked on him.* \"You will not die from a punctured lung, now quit whining and acting like it's over just because you got stabbed! Your pride is more injured then you actually are!\" \n\n*She'd be enraged by the mere fact that her healing failed to mend at least the thrust through his lungs, but regardless she waited for Almann to open the door, they had to escape or die, the latter was not what she wanted. So, she kneel down beside of Arthur for the time being and would attempt to forcefully lift his head up slightly.* \"Look at me, you want me to out beat you? I'm scum and I have more will to live then you, is that acceptable? Is that what you really want, for scum to outdo you? Pathetic.\" *She mocked, in her thoughts he needed to get it together and if mocking him would do it then that was her belief.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Coming from you, thats about the lowest insult I can get, isnt it?\" *He locked his eyes onto her cold, dead gaze. It was kind of scary, how much she seemed to despise him. Although, he was a bit grateful; even though they hated eachother so, they still had eachothers backs when the times called. What a wonder... And people talked about how you cant trust anyone in the world anymore.*\n\n\"Yeah, maybe-\" *He would attempt to sit up, reaching a sort of awkward sitting-lying down position. He still felt weak as hell but... But maybe he could move. He tried flexing his hands; they still worked fine, surprisingly. Although, when he tried getting up on his legs, he couldnt help but subconsciously clutch his bandaged lung wound as he fetched his bloodied sword. Ah, how ironic this situation was! A warrior, felled almost to his own blade. He would have found it remarkable... If he werent the subject. Slowly getting up to his feet, he would limp as he used his sword as a cane. Turning to Kai'sa, he would look meekly at her.*\n\n\"Thank... Thanks. Honestly.\" *He would then proceed to turn to Syele, staring her down with a pseudo-furious look on his face, but with a grim smile giving it all away. \"I hate you. Not even kidding, I despise you. Though, I suppose I should thank you as well.\" \n\n*He would walk up to Almann, the smoke painfully stabbing his throat with every breath that he took. He trudged over to the door, waiting for it to open, if it ever did.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Don't be stupid. Let me help you\" *She would try to help Arthur walk, so he doesn't get even more hurt*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"It-\" *He stopped himself, realizing that if he said it was 'all right,' he would be lying to himself. Accepting Kai'sa's help, he would continue to slowly saunter over to the door.* \"Thanks. Almost said I was ok there, but... Im not.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann catches the runes, turning back to the doorway. Seven upsidedown U shaped rows. Perhaps these are the virtues of a warrior? Would he put the most important one at the top or at the bottom?_\n\n_Almann get's close to the door once more._\n\n_Charity, Fearlessness, Sacrifice, Vitality, Effort, Honor, Quickness... What order would they go into?. Closing his eyes, he attempts to feel along the door to trying to figure out the design he sort of saw earlier. Perhaps it is physically inscribed into the door rather than a painted design. He could at least try to make out some details. Not having anyone who can cast an illumination spell might actually damn them in the end..._"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Almann pressed his hands against the door, his skills as a man who often worked with his hands would feel the grooves and slowly paint an image in his head. The 7 upside down U shaped rows were stacked ontop of each other. The end of the U seemed to be connected to curvy ovalish shaped design, perhaps reminding Almann of a cloud. In the upper right corner of the wall it felt like there was a round shape with wavy lines coming out of it. He wouldn't be able to feel much else as he would have a sudden coughing fit. Hopefully he now had enough pieces to figure it out, or perhaps tell his findings to group to get some insight*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Seven curvy lines... Into what seemed to be a cloud? The circle with the squiggly lines... The sun shining...? That had to be it. It was a rainbow. What were the colors of a rainbow again? He remembers now._\n\n_The colors... They matched perfectly with the stones' colors. But which way did it go? From top to bottom? He had to be remember._\n\n_Almann sat and contemplated. Nothing. He didn't remember. He'd have to guess: from top to bottom._\n\n_He places the runes in the slots in the following order from top to bottom: Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet._"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"A.. Rainbow? Thats not very appropriate, considering our situation with this-\" *Another vile, dry cough. It really was beginning to take a toll on his durrent state, especially considering his lung injury. \"This... Smoke and whatnot. Though, its the best we've got.\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele simply smiled at Arthur as he spoke out his hatred toward her for some odd reason, but the smile was almost uncomforting and somewhat vile in it's own right.* \"Good, as long as you live, you may someday even kill me.\" *She stated plainly without a single bit of heart in what she said, but her face only portrayed the truth. Afterwords, she'd walk over to the door with the others and waited for Almann to hopefully solve the puzzle without causing anymore troubles for them. She'd then cough with another violent fit while holding the piece of garment over her mouth.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Almann would place the runes according to color the runes would all light up along with the runic lights behind you. The door would slowly start to slide into the ground, thinning out the smoke in the room down to tolerable levels. Syele would hear a clanking sound from behind her. Looking back should see the katana on the ground infront of the rogue statue. The rogue would also be seen sheathing its daggers and taking a neutral stance once more. It would seem at long last you all are finally free of this smoke chamber.*\n *As the door would slide all the way into the ground, you all would see the next room was much more wider and spacious, a stone hallway of sorts. Along the wall of the stone passage way are 7 doors. They all appear to have handles that you can use to open unlike the last 2 doors*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would calmly walk back to pick up her katana and then quickly went into the next room to avoid any more smoke build up in her lungs. She would examine the doors closely, then looked to the walls trying to see if there was anything writing on them that could give them details on what to do next.* \"I'm starting to think we're not even here to kill those guild members... Maybe the boss is just trying to test us.\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Come on, Arthur!\" *She would help him walk into the next room with him*\n\n\"You're probably right. Think we're going to *Cough* See him later?\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would examine the doors. 7 of them. Just like the first two previous rooms. The question was, which doors would they open? Open the doors corresponding to the keys they gained? In order?*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann slowly makes his way into the next room. Seven doors huh? Another test. He didn't know if he could take another test. His lungs burned, and his limbs ached terribly. Nonetheless, he shuffles his way towards the nearest door on the right, while also attempting to cough out the soot breathed in from the previous two rooms. Better to keep on going instead of stalling. His adrenaline is beginning to run out anyways._"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"What kind... What kind of test is this? The ones I'm used to are more... Academics oriented.\"\n\n*Slowly but surely, he walked into the new room, getting the smoke out of his lungs. There was still a trace of it, but the air in this new room was infinitely better than the one in the previous. Replacing the smog filled hell house of the old room, this new room was quite spacious, with a stone hallway leading to seven different doors up ahead. He couldn't walk or run as well as he could, and he felt his senses weaken as he stepped into the room. He held his bandaged wound as he walked ahead to the nearest door. A test? Could this all really be some kind of twisted assessment? Some kind of sick joke? He clasped his sword in anger, seeing how this 'test' caused him to be on the verge of death. Just what kind of person was the boss, really?*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Almann would open the door all the way to the right and to his surprise he would find it opening with ease. Peeking his head inside he would find the room filled with cargo boxes, chests, and gear. Alas he was only a human so he could only about 5 ft in and couldn't see the back, but he would perhaps hear the feint sound of heavy breathing and crying*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Slaves? He figured. They were told there was live cargo. The room could be booby trapped, and he didn't have anything to light it up with. There had to be a lantern or something somewhere._\n\n\"There's cargo in here, live and not living.\" _He closes the door and jerks his thumb to the door behind him_\n\n\"Let's start checking the other rooms. Be careful of booby traps, it's very possible they're still in here, so proceed with caution and DO NOT do anything rash. No matter what you hear from the rooms. We have to find some sort of light, or we're sitting ducks.\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"I'm going to set you down now. Be careful, and watch out for anything\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would set Arthur down very slowly, and would open the leftmost door*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur would watch as Kai'sa helped him down onto his feet. He could hear the sounds of crying and heavy breathing come from all across the room. Slaves, perhaps? The prospect of this idea caused him to be immensely uncomfortable, as he did not condone the slave trade in any way. Nevertheless, he would limp over to another door away from Kai'sa, staring at it as he wondered what lied within. He only heard Almann say that slaves were the only things inhabiting the various rooms, so at first he felt like there wasn't a need to go and look at every last one; but he decided against this, realizing that it would be the better move to make sure there wasn't anything he would be missing by opening the doors.*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Question, is it really wise to open all the doors? Your bound to trigger a trap and cause us more harm. We should had honestly just picked one and went with it to find an exit or see if that was our cargo.\" *Syele stated plainly, while straining her eyes as she watched the others still continue to open doors, they were about to get fucked in her mind and she knew it wasn't going to be fun.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Kaisa would open the door, she would be greeted with an explosion of spells, lightning, fire, water, air, and earth, slamming her into the stone wall, causing it to cave in and crack from the pressure. Her ribs would clearly be broken as blood spewed from her mouth along with fractured bones throughout her body and severe burns. You all would hear cheering and laughter coming from inside the room*\n\n\"Woohoo!\"\n\"Hell yeah!\"\n\"Pffft, what an idiot. Did she think we didn't hear her coming?\"\n\"Silence, this is but one of them. There are more to deal with\"\n\"As you say boss. However, I doubt they will put up much of a fight\"\n\nAs Arthur would open his door he would find it filled with various weapons and armor. It looked like an armory of sorts. He would hear the explosion come for hims left to see Kasai be sent flying against the wall. But before he can afford to send any concern to her he would hear a *Twing* Sound come from the back of the room he just opened"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann immediately whips his head towards where Kaisa was hit. Why didn't she step out of the way? He unsheathes Horemheb, rushing to flank the left side of the door (facing outwards) before the men come out. He draws his arm across his chest, preparing to decapitate the first man who shows himself. With he other arm he prepares a spiked bronze fist in case his attack goes south._\n\n_The dimness of the room should give him enough time to see the enemy and strike accordingly before they can react, Almann hopes. Perhaps the darkness will now play in their favor instead of against them._\n\n```Almann prepares a counter attack. The first enemy he sees he will attempt to decapitate with his sword. The blade strikes with a strength of 8, and the Spiked Stone Fist in Almann's hand would cost 3.75 if used.```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would open the door only to be greeted by a conglomerate of different magics, sending her flying across the room. She could feel her bones fracture all over, as well as several burns, somewhat mitigated by her armor. She knows that it's unlikely she'll recover anytime soon from this, since the stone wall had actually caved in from the impact* \n\n*She could feel the pain course through her, striking as suddenly as lightning, as she is overwhelmed by the sudden damage to her body. She feels it flare up as she coughs up blood, and her head spins as if she is in a whirlpool. Kaisa can only cry out in pain, as she tries to endure it*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur watched as Kaisa would be sent flying across the room, turning quickly as he tried to discover the source of damage. It seemed that a number of different magics had been the cause of her plight, and Arthur himself couldnt really do anything besides watch. He felt significantly weaker than he had before coming into the passage, and felt a good bit slower too. His lung wound, conviniently, had stopped bleeding around this time, however. He didnt have to keep Rasmus, his sword, to stay held up anymore; rather, he found that he could stand up on two legs, but didnt feel like he could truly run or do combat, yet. He needed a little longer to recover.*\n\n*He watched as Almann charged towards the origin force, a spiked stone fist in hand and a sword in the other. Seeing how Arthur himself couldn't do any significant strokes yet, he held his right arm up with his left hand, casting Burn Up! On Almann, raising his general and running speed accordingly. Once he had finished, he went over to his sword, tapping it once, to change it into its halberd state. Hopefully when it finished the slow transformation, Arthur would be able to wield it once more again.*\n``` Burn Up! And morphing cast. Remaining mana: 116.25 ```"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Almann stands ready by the door, he would notice a figure walk out and with his enhanced speed thanks to Arthur, he would swing his prepared sword slash swiftly in one fell motion*\n\n*Swoosh*\n\n*Blood would splash against the wall as the head of young male macen with yellow hair falls to the ground, followed by his body shortly after, quickly forming a pool of blood by the door way. It would seem Almann's sneak attack was effective, however it almost felt... Too easy? Even taking into consideration Arthur's buff, it would be odd for supposed guild members that used to work for the boss to go down that easily. However, looking at the fallen body though, Almann would realize why it wasn't as difficult. The macen's body was covered in burns that reached the bone, practically a walking corpse. It seemed like a miracle in itself that he was even alive.*\n\nHe would hear gasps of shock coming from inside the room and the clicking of tongues in irritation. \n\"Damn, they got Tony... Looks like they still have a fighter left. Looks like the defense system wasn't that effective...\"\n\"It was his own fault for being too eager, but yes, it saddens me to see a comrade fall.\"\n\"How long do you think we can last? What if there is more than one of them?\"\n\"Calm down, they may still have a capable fighter left, but they must be at least some what injured. We can maybe negotiate with them\"\n\n*The deep voice would clear his throat and yells out*\n\"It seems you've killed one of our own. That being said, do you think you can take out the rest of us? I think we can negotiate so that we both come out of here with what we want!!\"\n\n*As for Arthur, after he had cast his spell and transformed his sword, perhaps due to being disoriented from the pain, he would pay no attention to the sound he heard earlier. That would unfortunately lead to him receiving a sharp pain to the neck, causing his blood to spill onto the ground at an alarming rate. It seems to have hit the jugular*\n\n*Kaisa spent the turn recovering from the intense pain and burns, and while it was hard for her to stand and move, she was still concious and capable of movement to a certain extent. She would see Almann kill one of the assailants that attacked her with ease. She might let out a sigh of relief, but she would then notice Arthur standing in the room next to her clutching his throat as blood started to spill all over to floor. Her comrade was in danger, was this the time to stay down, to succumb to the pain? Is this how she wanted to die? Helpless and weak ,letting her comrades die around her?*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She would be on the floor after falling from the wall. She couldn't fail now, not when they had gotten so far. She couldn't finish weak, having failed to protect the others. She would start to crawl towards Arthur, feeling jolts of pain every time she moved, her head swirling and her vision blurry, but she was determined to help who she called a friend*"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Strike a deal you say? Now why would we do that?\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_He was really trying to sound like he wasn't injured. His talking should stall them a bit. He looks at the man on the floor. Where these really the guilds men? I suppose it could've been a mage, not every mage is physically fit for battle but rather uses their spells to make up for it..._\n\n_Either way Arthur was foolish, not paying attention to himself. Almann didn't hear what struck the man, but he knew Arthur was going to be out for a while, if not dead. He needed to slow the bleeding._\n\n_He remembered that Kaisa was a vampire. Perhaps the blood couldn't heal all of her injuries, but it would be enough to get her up, no?_\n\n_Almann quickly grabs the fallen body, and lobs it in the general direction of Kaisa, simultaneously disengaging the 'Stone Fist' spell, but still maintaining his flank on the door._"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*He was a fool. He had noticed a small twanging of metal earlier, but hadn't heeded the warnings of the sound, instead having chosen to go inside the room filled with gear. As he finished watching the morphing from sword to halberd, he felt a sharp, piercing, stabbing pain through his neck. It was swift and instant; he had not a moment to react to this attack, but consequently, his jugular blood vein would burst open, causing blood to immediately gush out of the wound at a frightening pace. He fell to the floor, feeling his limbs grow colder as the minutes passed. Again, he had acted stupidly and on impulse, and again he would face the consequences of his actions. He fell to the floor in a pool of his blood, his black hair becoming stained with the red of his dark crimson. His vision swam, and he became more senseless by the second. How many times had he felt like this? Like he would be on the verge of death? Three times, now? 'Three times too much,' he would think, before succumbing to his wounds.*"
}
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{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Kaisa would be practically crawling in Arthur's blood and her vampiric instincts were screaming at her to consume it, to satisfy her thirst and ease the pain if even only a little. However, as she had shown in the room prior infront of the knight of sacrifice, she was a strong willed woman, and resisted the temptation.*\n*As Kaisa approached Arthur she would get a closer look at the think that struck his neck. It looked like some sort of bolt, but the tip was oddly shaped, have 2 pointed tips that curved into Arthur's neck. Even more was the bow looked like it was deteriorating as a blackish aura radiated from it, seeping into Arthur's skin. His body would not be moving and the rippling of blood through the blood pool would halt*\n\n*As for Almaan, the individual would yell back*\n\n\"We know you've set off our security. There is no way you're injured. We can either fight to death or we can both come out of this alive. You saw what we did to your friend. You won't kill us as easily as you killed Tony. That being said I don't think we could deal with you as easily as we did with your friend either. So I think a deal would work in both our interest.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would attempt to feel his pulse, her heart beating in her chest as anxiety welled up in her. When she could feel it, she almost cried in relief. But the danger was far from over. She couldn't take the oddly shaped crossbow bolt out due to it's shape, which would result in even more blood loss. She would then see the darkness surrounding it, reminding her of when she was struck by the wight that night. It seemed that there was no way to stop it, and even if Jackal healed the black magic, there was no way she could summon enough power to heal the fatal wound. She suddenly felt his pulse start to slowly drop, and worried suddenly became a massive understatement compared to what she felt*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"ARTHUR! Don't leave us, not now, not now, not now... Please\" *She would be sobbing as she said this, and she held him close to her chest*"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "Well you see, if you were so much more stronger than me why offer the deal? Seems you got something to lose. Unfortunately for you, we don't. So come out here nice and slow so we can kill you, _cowards_."
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann turns towards Kaisa and wispers_"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"You got any magic left? That we can use?\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_He probably knew the answer to this. He hoped to the gods that he could kill a few. He had enough mana to duke it out with a couple of them... But he didn't know if he could take them all on if they all came through at the same time. Hopefully they took his bait, and they'll funnel angrily through while he beats the shit out of them with his sword and fists. Good thing he's flanked the door._\n\n_Almann takes a crouched stance instead, he'll swing upwards at the head once more, but this time from a lower position as to through off the enemy, and to attempt to get under a helmet instead of directly striking their helmet. They probably figured what side of the door he's on, and what stance he's taken by the previous swing._"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Sadly no but looks like wolf is replying"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would be frozen in place for a moment as she watched Arthur drop from the bolt while a distance away. Her dull eyes simply blinked a few times watching Kaisa rush over, her feet wouldn't move for the mere fact of her concern over the archer taking another shot. It took a literal few minutes that her body, without her own control, simply forced her into fight or flight as she came dashing over and entered a slide hoping that if the archer took a shot that she wouldn't be hit.*\n\n\"His going to die if we don't do something now! Keep that damn archer off me!\" *She shouted with actual concern in her voice to Kaisa, rather it be for herself or Arthur who knows, while doing so she took the hilt of her sword and bashed the shaft portion of the tip with the hilt to break it off. If successful, she'd rapidly rip out the shaft and quickly focused 'walk it off' aimed for the arteries and throat wound itself hoping that the magic would register the severity of the wound itself. Even if it works, the issue comes into play that he may have already lost too blood to begin with or his lungs may have too much of it already built up in his chest. There was ways to remove the fluid built up, but she didn't have the tools to do it. So for the time being she could only hope for the best and create a small incision opening with her sword in the attempt to remove the excessive pressure from his lungs or at least some of the blood that had built up.*\n\n```Walk it off| 0/100 mana, was lazy enough to count up at least the 25 mana needed.```"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The leader in the room would laugh at Almann's response*\n\n\"Sure, we got something to lose. That's why we're hiding in here. But considering how you've been hiding behind that corner instead of charging in here, you must also be a coward, unless of course you want to come in here nice and slow so that 'we' can kill you. Cus from the sounds of it, there is no we on your side, only 'you'. But sure, if you don't want to negotiate we're find waiting in here for our mana to recover. The choice is yours\" \n\n*As Syele makes her way to Arthur, she would find that she wouldn't need to put much effort in breaking the bolt as it was practically disintegrated at this point. That being said, Arthur's neck looked terribly corrupted. Her attempts to ease the pressure off his lungs would provide some relief, but as she casts walk if off, to her dismay she would see it have no effect on Arthur. But she would not have too much time to contemplate about it as she would hear a \"Twump\" From behind her long with the sound of something heavy and sharp quickly moving through the air toward her*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa isn't letting this happen again. She feels the pain in her legs flare up as she rises and pushes jackal out of the way, raising her shield and resummoning her breastplate, hoping to block the next bolt. She also fires 4 Flaming Barrages from her shoulder pods down the room*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*With being knocked out of the way, Syele simply kept her head down and crawled for cover during the ensuing flaming barrage. The only way to ensure that they was going to make it out of it was to kill the archer, she thought, thus she would be looking for a path around them to ambush them while they were distracted with her sword drawn.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "```30 mana spent, 14 regained, 84 mana remaining```"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Ah yes, let me rush in their with my companions so we can get blown kingdom come by your magic. I'll pass. You guys can come to me, honestly. We have all day.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann needs to find our their positions in the room. They couldn't have been sitting in the dark their could they? He takes out one of his steel daggers with his left hand. He's lucky he polishes them every day._\n\n_Almann attempts to look into the room using the refection off the blade, trying to figure out roughly where they are in the room so that he might toss a Bronze Lance in there at one of them. He does this to avoid peaking directly. It looks like he's going to have to get lucky if he wants to take another one of them out._"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Kaisa would successfully push Syele out of the way as the incoming object comes toward her. It would be too dark to make out what it was till it was a few feet infront of her, revealing a massive axe swinging from a rope, slamming into her shield and knocking her off her feet. However she is able to let loose her 4 flaming barrages, and as they fly across the room, the slight about of light they give off will reveal more armor and weapons of unique designs, but there would be no person in sight. That being said as her needles hit the back wall, a series of *Twing* *Twung* *Click* *Shwump* Sounds would be heard originating from the back \n\nAs for Syele, looking around for a path wouldn't reveal much as the room didn't have any light sources much like the rest of this hideout. However, from the flicker of light from Kaisa's barrage Syele would notice glimmers of string spread out across the room\n\n*The men inside the room would whisper among themselves and the leader would speak out again*\n\n\"As do we, but I doubt your group had brought food and water down here. So if it's a battle of attrition I am certain we will hold out. That being said, may I ask why are you so determined to kill us? I think it would be safe to assume the 'boss' sent you, but is the amount of gold he is paying you worth it?\" *The leader would let out a sight*\n\n\"We worked for him, but then we found out how much of a cheapskate he was. He was making hundreds of thousands of gold from our services, but all we got was a handful of coins. We've also reliably working for him for this long, but the moment we decide to make a profit for ourselves he sends cleaners to get rid of us. This is unfair. We're being wronged here. If you decide to work for us instead I assure you our business will pay you more fairly than the 'boss'. So lay down your dagger and let's negotiate like mature adults\"\n\n*The dagger's reflection wouldn't reveal anything as the room was unlit as well*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"...There's not even an archer here! Fucking hit the dirt!\" *Syele shouted out in fury toward Kaisa, it was just a fucking automatic trap from the looks of it triggered by the string... Arthur must not had been looking when he entered the room and literally just stepped on it.* \"Oi! Back pedal and drag Arthur out, we gotta back up Almann!\" *Syele would go low to the ground hearing several clicks and crawled her way back out to avoid being shot.*"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Well, it's kill or capture. You guessed right, we are paid by the boss. Plenty of gold per head captured or killed. Unfortunately for you, gold isn't the only incentive. But I think you can take a wild guess on what the other incentive is.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann is getting nervous now. He doesn't have any cards up his sleve. He would need Kaisa's fire magic to show him the positions of the enemy. Or, hopefully, they could find something explosive or helpful in the other rooms..._"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Kaisa, Jackal, see if you can get into the other room after closing the other door. Go into the room I opened, I don't think it's booby trapped. Search in there for medical supplies, food, and anything that might help us flush out these guys...\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_He jerks his thumb at his door_"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would be sent flying from the blow. Thank god she had her shield up, or that would have killed her. She would here Jackal say that the traps were automated. Fuck. She could here 4 more coming. She would get back up quickly, momentarily pauses and gasps in pain as the pressure is reapplies to her legs. She runs to Arthur and tries to drag him out, but is found to be too weak to*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Jackal! Help me here!\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Syele crawls across the floor, she would only be able to watch in horror as Kaisa got up, struggling to pull Arthur with her. She was too kind to her own good, but sacrifice was different from being suicidal. Alas, it would be too late to do anything to help her as a series of projectiles would fly through the air toward her. Thankfully they would not all hit and the ones that do would ping off her armor. However, a metallic net that would capture both her and Arthur, pinning them to the ground.*\n\n*As for Almann's conversation with the leader, he would hear a chuckle*\n\"Unfortunate that we could not come to terms. I actually do not know what other incentive you would have unless you are afraid of the boss? I suppose that would be a good enough incentive for a coward who can only kill while hiding in the corner. But worry not, the moment we recover our mana we will head out and show you how real men fight, as we have nothing to fear from someone who can't even stand up against a mere merchant\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele... Continued to crawl past the net for the time being leaving her comrades to enter the hallway. It was best not even to touch the net, everything in that room wasn't any normal object and to her understanding it could had been very well made not to be removed by just anyone. She stand up once she was a safe distance out of the room and stared toward Almann with her eyes being hollow at the time.* \"Almann... It is not in our best interest to keep going with this...\"\n\n*She started to think... Trying to find her words... And how to say it all in particular.* \"Arthur and Kaisa are likely to die soon, minutes maybe, my magic isn't working anymore and even for what mana I do replenish it doesn't do any good. If we continue, then we run the risk of all of us dying here... I don't even know if we can leave this place now.\" *Her awareness of the situation started to fade as she simply sat down all of a sudden holding her hands over her head dropping her guard completely as only her thoughts to a solution started to flood her train of thought.* \"Even if we burn this entire place down with everyone in it... We don't have an exit plan... There's no clear exits and the doors behind us are likely not an option... Have you found the threat or at least the people we're after...?\""
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Yeah, but we're pretty much out of luck here. There's no door we can barricade, and they probably have AOE spells to flush my out from the door frame. I don't see any other way out of this...\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann curses under his breath. He's running out of time. What are his options?_\n\n_1. He can put his faith in the men in the room, attempt to negotiate with them, and with the best case scenario being that they don't die and steal some of the cargo. But they will obviously fail the quest and piss off the merchant, having to watch behind their backs for the rest of their lives. Almann could afford this, his shop was in this city. His business would be ruined..._\n\n_2. He can wait until they try to assault him, and he'd have to fight to the death, but he'd be outnumbered heavily, while the others are on the floor. There's not telling what AOE magic they would use to flush him out from his flank on the door. They really are screwed here it seems._\n\n_He can't believe this! It was a mistake taking this quest. His business will have to be moved, so will his savings, and he's lucky if he leaves this city with any coin..._\n\n_Almann grits his teeth and speaks up again._"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Alright... We can negotiate. Light up your room so I can see you, and I'll show myself.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She soon found herself and Arthur bound in some kind of metallic net. This was a bit too close for her comfort, and she didn't have the strength to break out. She would attempt to saw through the net using her arm blade the best than she can*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*You would hear more laughing coming from the room*\n\"Oh, now you want to negotiate? Got scared? Well that's fine, but unlike you we aren't afraid of the dark so we'll leave it as is. After all you don't need to see us to talk. As for this deal, we ask that you leave this place and inform your employer that there was no one here and it was empty. No signs of their cargo. We'll give you one of the spare keys so you can return back to the surface, but as collateral to make sure you don't trick us, toss your injured friend here tied up. There should be some rope in the room all the way to the right\"\n\n*Kaisa would find that the metal rope wasn't that thick, but would have to spend a great deal of time to cut through it to become free. For now she heard no more traps being set off, however as she had fallen on Arthur's body she find that it was incredible cold. The taint would also for some reason no longer be on his neck, but you would notice that the pool of blood was changing to a more greyish color, the same color as Kaisa's blood...*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Arthur? Arthur!\" *She would shake his head, then notice his blood turning color.* \"Huh?\" *She would come to a conclusion, one that she had hoped would never happened.* \"No, no no no no NO!\" *She couldn't believe it. It seemed to her that she had failed. It seemed that Arthur had become a vampire*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"No. That's isn't a fair negotiation at all, do you think we would had came here all this way to be slapped and then slapped again when we return to the surface? Please, do you think our lives are so easily traded? To be frank, let's say we don't return... Then he'll just send a better group and see that the job is done. By the mere fact of us not going back would be a prime signal that this place holds more than what it seems.\" *Syele spoke out clearly, her eyes still dead as ever, but her tone had a sense of control to it.*\n\n\"Your offer is that we leave, give you a hostage, and possibly face death when they figure out we lied. That is a fool's deal.\" *She'd hold up her hand for a mere moment.* \"Secondly, my counter offer is that you pay us for our troubles and let us all go... Then we may consider the fact to lie on your behalf. Because frankly, you don't really have much of a choice in this situation. Killing us would do no good, letting us a leave without good reason not to come back does you no good, and threatening and injuring us any further will just make my friend here rash... He may even decide to damage the main supports of this structure and just bring it all down on us. Because I mean, really, you think it would be hard to do? It just takes one good hit across one of the central supports and this whole place becomes unstable.\"\n\n\"Finally, we're the only ones who could really save you in this situation. You have no one else to trust, so very much the blade that was sent to cut you down will be your salvation... If you at least meet my demands. So, give us a payment... Give us the key... And we'll see it through.\" *Syele finished speaking with her tone settling on the air like a chill across a spine.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann remains silent in a crouched position with a Stone Fist in one hand and Horemheb in the other. He was prepared to strike from a low position in case one of them rushed out. He waited for a response._"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*There would be silence from the room for a bit, followed by some whispering. The leader's voice would respond once more*\n\"If we get away successfully, we will certainly pay you double whatever the 'boss' is. Unfortunately we don't have much gold with us as someone burned down our guild, forcing us to flee for our lives without the chance of claiming any of our valuables besides the cargo. So while we can't pay you now, if you carry out this negotiation to lie on our behest, you will receive your due reward later. Consider it an investment, cus frankly you can't leave here without us. We need each other equally. So our original proposition still stands except we promise to pay you for your service after we escape\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Very well then, but I do request that our comrade is still allowed to come with us. They are gravely injured and I doubt you have the best interest for them.\" *Syele stated flatly, they were all a bit injured and it wouldn't take no mere healer to take care of them in their states, she also took note of the strange change of Arthur's blood... Hell, she thought, to hell with them if they think they're going to take him. She hated him, despised him, but that doesn't mean some assholes in the shadows would be allowed to take her only true rival in life.*\n\n\"So, that is all I have to say on the matter, it is fair for both sides and we all leave without any further issues to be had.\" *She stated firmly, hoping for an agreeing answer to what she had said.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Syele would be greeted with disgruntled voices and the leader would respond*\n\"Well, without your comrade we have no collateral now do we? Granted you could just abandon her, but at least it will be some insurance compared to no insurance. If she is in critical condition, then I suggest you leave here quickly and inform the boss so that we can leave. Then you can bring her to a healer\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"I have given you Collateral, it is literally your very lives. I have stated answer after answer, are you not satisfied? Additionally, we could leave... Return and just to find you've left already or worse, the 'boss' sends trackers or an entire band down your throats. It is in best for all our interests that we never return to this place again for any reason. If you truly hold to the word of paying us later, then send it through a channel of merchants and have it exchange hands enough times that it doesn't attract attention. Have it be logged for various payments with the exchange of items of equal value then back to currency each time, it is an old merchant trick that my father taught me... But again like I have said... We'll be leaving now.\" *Her voice trailed off while she continued to look into the dark, waiting for a response.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*There would be an awkward silence, before hearing the leader clearing his throat*\n\"Um, you see, this was going to be the start of our own businesses. This cargo was suppose to give us the financial start we needed, but well, the boss sort of interrupted any possible trade deals. He also kind of dealt with any other allies we may have had, but I mean goes to show what an asshole he is, right? So while we don't yet have connections to contact you after you leave, you could maybe make up some lie to the boss so that you can come back here and join us. Then we can all flee together! We could use new guild members after all as most of them died from that terrible fire... We can also then find a healer for your friend. Does that sound alright?\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would have the most disgusted look ever descended from the heavens and hells themselves. Did these motherfuckers really try to flip it around and have them join their guild, skip the payment for a while, and still get off free like a fucking bird? But goddamn, they did have a point in a way, once the lie was discovered then they were going to be hunted like dogs either way... It was a shitfest, she had to admit, but her words had gotten her this far and their plate was running dry.* \"Almann? Kaisa? Is that alright with you?\" *Fuck, she was screaming on the inside, but at least this way... Everyone going to go home... But she really wanted that fucking gold off the bat.*\n\n\"...I'm okay with it... As long as this ends without any of us dying.\" *She bitterly stated, but her tone remained just as monotone as ever before standing back up on her feet.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Every instinct of Almann's was screaming. He'd still remain at the door tense, no matter what happened. Just in case. He didn't trust these men for a minute. In a world where coin decides the lives of millions these men would be no different than the rest. They'd sooner cut off their heads, take their things, and sell them cheaper on the market. The slave inside of the other room alone is several dozen gold market value alone, and that's if it isn't among others. What they were dealing with here weren't inexperienced warriors or businessmen. They were dealing with thieves, rogues, the worst criminals. If the boss was any indication of the attitudes and motives of these men they would be in trouble._\n\n_Curse them for being rash, they could've all been rich off of the cargo of this place rather than the heads of the men. Almann could've opened his shop somewhere else, hell, he could've opened two. The longer he stays in here the more he regrets going on this quest, the more he wishes he could get out himself with his pockets full of gold._\n\n_Almann grits his teeth and keeps his sword drawn._\n\n_At this point his eyes were filled with pure hatred. To what exactly? He didn't know. To everything._"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Help him! Arthur's going to die!\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would attempt to drag Arthur out of the net, but ultimately fail. She originally feared for Arthur's life when they said collateral, but she soon feared for her own when they mentioned she*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"And I'm not staying as tribute!\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*You would hear snickering and laughing behind the door followed by a quick shush*\n\"I haven't heard a response from you yet, but it seems you have another injured friend. Arthur is it? Sounds like he is in trouble. I think it would be in your best interest to do what we ask\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Almann. Come closer\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*If he leans in, she whispers to him*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Drag me to the entrance. I can take care of them\""
}
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{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Do as you ask... As in the agreement to the guild thing? Because ya, we'll join, but you better offer up a damn good healer and a way out of this shitty mess!\" *Syele shouted out to the bunch, rather pissed, but nonetheless going along with the situation.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann simply moves a bit closer to the doorway._\n\n_Should he betray these people? In particular he wants to take a look at their expensive cargo. What can he get out of it? Is it worth the risk? He'd just leave it up to another person to talk it out. It was very easy to let him temper take control of him at the current time._"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would slowly crawl towards the entrance, but not quite reaching it. Instead, she chose to remain hidden around the corner.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"So, I want a clear deal. No tricks. Do you have a healer, a powerful one?\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*There would once more be some murmuring in the room, followed by a response*\n\n\"Well, as you can see from Tony, the guild mate your friend just killed, we don't exactly have a healer with us. But, once you help us leave this place by lying to the 'boss', it should be pretty easy from there to find a healer.\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Please do allow me to discuss with my group, as this will affect us all greatly\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She would unsummon her cuirass yet again, and cut another piece off her shirt, and would wrap it around Arthur's neck*"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"I don't see any positives coming out of this by negotiating, to be fair. They were foolish to let their healer get cut down first, meaning we can beat them if we wittle them down with what fire you have left Kaisa. If I can get a sight line, I can launch some stuff at them as well.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann looks at the metal rope on the floor. He could betray these people right now, leave a rich man, and get something out of this..._"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"I think what they meant was that none of them are healers. If we do execute that\" *She would whisper* \"You drag me there quickly. We do it fast\""
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Lets tie up Arthur first. I know using him as bait in his condition is... Risky... But itll get them to lower their guard just enough.\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Don't you dare use him as bait. Striking quickly enough will be enough. We can have a distraction, but not Arthur\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Honestly, if you think it'll work... Go for it... Just fire the entire barrage in ther- Issue, if we destroy the key we might not be able to leave... But it could still turn out good for us if we accept the terms of just simply lying. It's the shortest way out of this hellhole and getting arthur some medical care.\" *Syele whispered among the two, there was still the risk of destroying the key that they had and them not even be able to escape to begin with.*"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Guess you can't afford to miss huh?\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"I guess not. And I need medical help as well. I can't even stand without feeling pain\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_He grabs the metal rope with the other hand, and proceeds to tie up Arthur with it, making sure it isn't too tight to cause damage, but tight enough to seem like he's restrainted._"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Dead. Like we will be if we don't complete this mission. I fear the merchant more than these men.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would be lost in thought. Two feelings conflicted, one was that she wanted to keep Arthur as safe as possible, and the other was that it wasn't likely the plan would work if they didn't do this. She let out a sigh of defeat*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Do it. But do it fast\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann sheaths Horemheb, grabbing the collar of Kaisa and Arthur and dragging them towards the door. Hopefully they don't light him up full of spells the moment he peaks..._\n\n_He attempts to slide Arthur in the room. Shouting out at the men as he does so. The moment he spots some movement in front of him he'll yank Kaisa into the doorway so she can blast them to hell..._"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Alright! Here's our collateral. He's been nothing but trouble this entire way down anyways. Show yourselves!\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*There would be some shrieks of surprise as Almann threw Arthur's body in and he would see a brief flash of magical energy but then hear it quickly fizzle out, followed by sighs of relief. The leader would speak once more*\n\n\"The deal said nothing about showing ourselves. But here is the key as promised. You may now leave here and lie to the boss. Then you can come back here for your friend after clearing the coast so that we can all leave together.\"\n\n*You would hear the sound of something sliding across the floor. As it reaches the doorway you would see that it is runic stone with the 'E.O' in golden letters ascribed onto them.*\n\n\"If you head back into that long stairway, just press that rune against it and whisper the password into it, 'Greed is but a motive, coin the means, and prosperity the end'. Pretty chessey password if you ask me, but that is what the boss set it to\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele mouthed out.* 'You fucking idiots.' *Then walked over and picked up the runic stone for herself... Heading out toward the stairway to leave... Even if the others were following or not, she was quite enraged for the mere fact they gave Arthur in so easily. In her opinion, the whole situation could remain with the other two. She couldn't stand it any further, her injuries especially, she'd cough severely on her way out.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann leans close to Kaisa, and wispers._"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Listen closely. When and if they start moving depends on when you'll get your chance to pick them off at close range. This is really the only way to fuck them up and get out here both in the favor of the boss and without dying. Stay by the door, the moment get close to you or the body, lunge your body in the door and blast them to hell. We wont be too far away, and seeing as I can improve speed. We'll know when shits hit the fan.\"\n\n\"Remember also that it is in our favor that we come back and lie. We'll leave for a few minutes, and come back as if we've gotten in contact with the boss. If shit hasn't hit the fan by then, we'll catch them off guard as we go to find a healer. Assuming they hold up their side of the bargain.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann then turns and catches up to Jackal. He let's her in on his plan. They'll wait around 15 minutes just outside the first door coming into the hideout, and come back and lie to the men that they've called it off, assuming that they haven't moved from their positions in the room since then._"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As you all go to 'leave' the men will start laughing, albeit holding it in so that those who left would not be able to hear but Kaisa would. They would begin chatting with one another ecstatically, and while Kaisa can't hear what they're saying she would hear words like 'idiots', 'slaves', and 'kill'. Kaisa wouldn't have clear sight and worse she had no dark vision, but she might think she saw something move in the darkness towards Arthur's body*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_They would wait by the outer door. Almann turns to Jackal._"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"We have two choices now. We return so that they can hear us, and we say we lied to the boss. Or, we can sneak back, have Kaisa open up her fire backs in the back of the room, and I can attempt to rush in and take some of them out by surprise. Have Kaisa continue to throw fireballs in there while I'm making them panic so that you can drag Arthur back out. Hopefully they'll be in a panic as soon as I rush in there among them, attacking each other and throwing spells all over the place so that I can run out of the room. The cargo in the room will inevitably catch fire, flushing them out. From there we can cut them down one by one.\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"...Plan two doesn't sound so harsh.\" *She would had stopped by the time Almann ran over, keeping the key in her pocket for the time being. She simply nodded for a mere second.* \"We'll just sneak back and have Kaisa rip them apart with the fire balls.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann waits with Jackal outside of the first entrance. After about 5 minutes, he signals with his hand that they should start moving back quietly. He crouches low, and moves slowly back to the hallway._"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would hear the words of the mages. She knew that they couldn't be trusted. She could only hope that Almann and Jackal came soon, as she prepared to jump and open fire*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Kaisa prepares herself, she would indeed see Arthur disappear into the darkness followed by some snickering. Words like 'specimen', 'experiment' , 'limbs', 'organs' and 'bribe' would be heard from where she was as well as the sound of weapons being drawn*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would immediately jump in front of the entrance despite the immense pain she felt. She let Arthur down twice, and she wouldn't again. She uses Flaming Barrage, and 10 flaming darts fire from her hands and shoulder pods, careful not to hit Arthur*\n```75 mana spent, 14 regained, 39/100 mana remaining```"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Burn for your sins!\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele, having hopefully returned by now would watch as the flaming barrage launched out... Sprinting forward with her katana in hand about to strike at the closet opponent that was standing while the flames still provided some light.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann in his left hand casts 'Bronze Heels' with full mana and unsheathes Horemheb with the other. He attempts to use his gained speed to burst into the room amongst the men and flames. He'll need to aim head level, he doesn't want to kill Arthur._\n\n```Almann casts Bronze Heels. This cost 10 mana, and increases his speed from 27 mph -to 42 mph. His attempts to get among the men as to cause a panic with his sword. ```"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*In a burst of flames Kaisa would leap into the room wildly sending out a barrage of flaming needles. As the flame would draw close, she would see 4 severely burnt individuals, one who was buff and bald, another that looked like a female with red hair, another that looked like a male teenager with white hair, and another that was an elderly man with blue hair. They would be looking at her in surprise as 2 of the needles pierced each of them. They would drop Arthur from their arms. He would be shirtless and would have paint markings on his body similar to that of dissection lines.*\n\n *The closest individual to Syele would be the white haired teenager. As he was still winching in pain from the 2 needles, Syele would be able to close the distance and in a swift motion lop his hand off. He would now be screaming in agony as blood poured all over the floor*\n\n\"You bitch! Fuckers! You lied to us!\" *The teenager should shriek*\n\n*Almann would then charge into the room with his impressive speed. The nearest person to him would be the elderly man with the blue hair. While he was wincing slightly from the barrage, he would notice Almaan charging for him and attempt to dive to the side. However, Almann travelling at 42 mph, he would be able to lop the old man's head as it is sent flying across the room causing a rain of blood to spill over everyone.*\n\n\"Axel! Mori! What are you all doing! I thought we had a deal!\" *The bald man would yell. It would be the voice of the leader who had been talking to you all this whole time, but unlike the confidence you had heard in his voice earlier, his face would be filled with fear*\n\n*The two daggers that would miss would hit the back of the room and seemingly set something aflame. It looked like a map of sorts. However, it would at least light up the room slightly but also start to produce some smoke*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Fuck, not again! Get Arthur out! Close the room!\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele wasn't thinking, she didn't have time to think, wordlessly she watched as own blade lop off the teenagers hand, but without a second thought she lunged the sword in a piercing motion toward his mouth while it was still open.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would cast flaming barrage once more, this time aiming for the head, at the old man and the red haired woman. Seems like she hit... A map?*\n```15 mana spent, 24/100 mana remaining```"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Wait! There's something back there!\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann drops to the floor after the decapitating the old gent. He could roughly remember where they had Arthur, so he searches with his hands for the body of Arthur as fast as he can while Jackal distracts the enemies._\n\n_Should he get a grip on the metal rope, he'd toss it towards the doorway near Kaisa._"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Syele's thrust would pierce the back of the boy's throat and he would gurgle on his blood, before falling to the ground, dead, with his head slowly sliding off the blade. It was honestly surprising how easy it was to kill him considering Syele wasn't much of combatant. But as a healer, she would look over the burnt body and realize the body was barely functioning in the first place. They must have barely made it out of that fire you all started, and without a healer it was kind of a miracle that they were even alive for this long*\n\n*As Kaisa would shoot her flaming barrage, the red head having recovered from the pain of the initial barrage would launch a wide burst of flames from her hands, countering Kaisa's attack. However the flames would set even more things in the room on fire, various documents and a nearby portrait. The women would look around her surroundings in shock*\n\n\"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Not again! I don't want to die by own fucking flames!\" She would curse with tears pouring from her eyes. \n\n\"Calm down! One of them must have the key! Either the man or the female orinate! I'll take the man, you take the woman!\" The leader would yell\n\n*The female would not and start to run toward Syele with a fireball being prepped in her hands*\n\n*Almann would indeed get a grip on Arthur. His body would feel terribly cold and his skin pale. If you didn't know any better you would think he was dead. You would toss his body over by the doorway near Kaisa, but as you do you would see the leader charging at you with a flying kick seemingly reinforced with stone*\n\n\"Better grit your teeth boy!!\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*It's now or never. Almann may be able to hold his own, but Kaisa knew Jackal wasn't a fighter. If she went down, the key could be lost, and they could all be stuck here forever. Her helmet appears above her head, covering her completely. Until Jackal decided to suddenly charge the woman. Why would she do that? She knows she's not a fighter, maybe she's decided to be brave? There was a difference between brave and stupid though. Kaisa would extend her arm blade, run towards the red haired woman and try to stab her in the face.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Jackal, be careful!\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann would skillfully toss Horemheb to his left hand, attempting to use his right arm and hand to grab or catch the mans leg. While doing so, he also attempts to stab the man in the throat with Horemheb. Almann hopes the forward momentum of the man will work against in his favor._"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As Syele would charge forward in a do or die attempt to hurt the red head, an explosion of flames would envelop Syele. Her clothes would catch aflame and her skin would darken as she felt her eyes boil in their sockets. But she would continue to push forward and the slash would make contact with the red head's fingers, slicing them off. The female would them scream in agony clutching her hand, reeling over in pain, only to be met with a stab in the face from Kaisa. However, Kaisa being considerably weaker wouldn't get to push as hard as she would've wanted, but the female would be in too much agony to retaliate as she fell to the floor curling up into a ball from the pain*\n\n\"Why... Why did it have end like this... I didn't want to betray the boss, they made me... Now I'm going to die for it...\" *She would weep under her breath*\n\n*As for Almann, he would find the boss' kick was stronger than his hand, and would hear a resounding crack as the leader's foot made contact, followed by sharp pain. Almann would now likely realize why this man was the leader considering he was able to break earth macen bones with his kick alone. However, Almann would still be able to follow through swinging Horemheb at the leader's neck, but would come to stop at his skin with a loud clang. The leader's skin would now have a metallic tint to them as he looked down on Almann with eyes full of rage*\n\n\"You must be the last one capable of fighting in the group. Taking you down here means its my victory.\" *The leader would then real his arm back and swing for Almann's head*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann lets out a gasp of pain and surprise. The bastard could change the material of his skin! Or was that a metal plate that he hit? It didn't matter. His right arm was useless now, and it hurt like hell._\n\n_The winding attack should leave Almann enough time to dodge though. He attempts to do so while also sheathing Horemheb. He'll have to use Stone Fists with his left hand to wear this guy down. Hopefully he has lower stamina than Almann._\n\n_But what if he uses the others as hostages? They didn't listen, did he really care? He'd have to find a way to get out of this alive. If only the stupid woman would've followed his orders instead of rushing in head first..._\n\n```Current Mana: 80```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would rush towards Jackal, the poor, stupid Oriate. Her body was burned all over, tanking a powerful fire spell like that. She would cradle her slightly, trying to somewhat drag her to safety, as she could only watch as Almann faced the leader*"
}
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{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*It would seem with the metalic skin of the leader his movements would be more sluggish, allowing Almann more than enough time to duck under, sheath his sword and strike the leader's abs with Stone fist. The leader however would flex his belly and cushion against the blow, albeit it would still knock him a few inches back*\n\n*The leader would spit to side and lower bring both his fists up in a boxing stance*\n\n\"...Is that all you? How about I show you a real punch\"\n\n*The leader would then close in the distance and jab with his right hand at Almann's chin with his left arm raised to defend*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann attempts to jump back from the jab, keeping his chin close to his chest so as to (in case) absorb the jab incoming._\n\n_He fires off another Spiked Stone Fist, this time at the legs of the leader. He needed to wear this guy down. If he can keep him at a distance to prevent him from dodging he can win this fight. It's going to be a long fight of attrition if he can just keep his distance._\n\n```Almann attempts to dodge the jab, keeping his chin close to his body, and firing off another Spiked Stone Fist at the legs of the leader. This costs him an additional 3.75 mana, reducing his pool to 72.5/100.```"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Rest, Jackal. You did well.\" *Kaisa would gently hug her then lay her on the floor*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She knew she had to attempt to do at least something while Almann fought. Kaisa refused to be useless. She aimed one hand at the red haired woman, and another at the old leader, as well as a shoulder pod. She would aim for the woman's head, and the elder's head, groin and right knee*\n```30 mana spent, 28 regained over 4 turns, 22/100 mana remaining```"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The red head had already given up on putting up much of a fight, and your needle would pierce her neck, causing her to twitch for a few seconds before going limp as he face started to slowly burn away. The room was getting very stuff very quickly as all the flame magic being used inside was turning it into a smoke trap. Visibility would be reduced once more despite there now being light due to the smoke and your throats would start feeling itchy once again* \n\n*The needles aimed at the leader would make contact, but not penetrate his thick skin, but cause him to flinch a bit as they hit his sensitive spot. The flink would cause him to redact his punch slightly as it swishes past Almann's forehead. With the gust of wind that followed, Almann would be able to tell that if it made contact, he would've been out cold. Almann would be able to put distance between the two of them an launch another stone fist at the leader's leg. The leader would leap over it, but would be visibly upset that you were now out of melee range. He would look around for a bit before walking over to a nearby burning piece of furniture, a table. He would then lift it over his head and like a discus, he would spin and send it flying toward Almann, before turning to face Kaisa*\n\n\"Guess you didn't learn your lesson the first time, now did you?\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She would push Jackal into a secluded spot, and prepare to dodge any attacks made by the leader. She knows she's far too weak to do anything to him, so she'll have to wait for the steel skin to run out. She should spec into some lightning magic*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann would drop to his stomach, sending another Spiked Stone Fist at the ankles of the leader._\n\n```Almann attempts to dodge the table by dropping low to his stomach. With his free hand he sends a Spiked Stone Fist, costing him another 3.75 mana. 68.75/100 mana remaining.```"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The leader would run up and close the distance between him and Kaisa as she pushed Jackal to safety and launch a round house kick to the back of her head. However, Almaan having dodged the flying table would be able to launch his stone fist and his his supporting foot's ankle, causing the leader to lose his balance slightly. He would bend his knee to lower his center of gravity and regain balance, but doing so would give Kaisa time o defend herself from the kick*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would feel the air from the leader moving, and knew she was in danger. She would duck low to avoid the most likely incoming attack to her head, and dart further into the room, away from Almann. However, her fractured femur, tibia and fibula would be placed under immense strain, and she would yelp out it pain as she moved*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann shoots off another 'Spiked Stone Fist', this time at the groin of the leader._\n\n```Almann shoots off another Spiked Stone Fist aimed at the groin of the leader. This cost 3.75 mana, leaving Almann With 65/100 mana.```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur would slowly blink his eyes open, noticing that he was in a bright room, light radiating outwards from various flames inside. He could smell the smoke, and involuntarily inhaled some, cursing his own reflexes as he did. However, he had no other choice but to inhale the fumes, and coughed himself awake as he tried to get a grasp of his current situation and surroundings. He could still feel the pain from his lung area and his throat, and remembered that he felt something pierce his throat before he fell victim to the damages of his injuries. Instinctively, he reached for the back of his neck, expecting to feel the cold steel of an arrow or a bolt. Instead, he felt his own flesh in the place of that area, but something was off. It wasn't warm. It was.. Cold. He pulled his hand back, looking at his own features. There was a liquid coating his blood, but it wasn't the red he was expecting. Rather, it was a shade of... White. White? White blood? What the hell? He certainly doesn't remember bleeding white in his entire lifetime.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Arthur? Are you ok?\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*He would groan, wincing in pain. He could still feel his gaping chest wound, but somehow, it wasn't as sharp as before.*\n\"More or less, yeah. Though, what happened while I was out?\"\n\n*He would groan, wincing in pain. He could still feel his gaping chest wound, but somehow, it wasn't as sharp as before.*\n\"More or less, yeah. Though, what happened while I was out?\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would had been in utter agony, but the burning pain that stretched across her body was almost familiar. They didn't whimper, cry, or even scream in pain, letting it bottle up as they forced their mouth shut through it all. She couldn't see anything with their eyes having been damaged in the ensuing inferno that had engulfed them and only a white blurry was presented before her. Their hair would be badly matted and burnt together along with the surrounding patches on their ears gone as well. Her clothes would had still been burning if it wasn't for Kaisa shielding her and knocking her across the ground to protect her, but still the oriate remained silent for a time almost wanting to give into death.*\n\n*'Why do I live? Why bother anymore...' She thought to herself as she balanced on the edge of consciousness with only her adrenaline keeping her awake around that time. She'd try to breathe but felt as if her lungs were still on fire from all the smoke that she inhaled previously and of course, the air they were in now was already becoming hard to breath in. Memories started to flash before her eyes, of an abusive father and a submissive mother who didn't have the strength to stop even the slightest of cruelty. Now, she remember the burning pain, it was discipline that her father gave her when she interrupted him... He had boiled water in a finely decorated kettle and forced it down her throat while her own brothers held her still. Even then, she couldn't scream as it filled her lungs scolding and scolding her insides... If it wasn't for her grandfather... Taking her to the healers she would had died she thought.*\n\n*Even after that, she couldn't taste food or even stand to eat hardly anything. Her grandfather wanted to take her away, but he passed just a few months later... And the disciplined continued... The healers continued... All she knew was a numbing pain and when the day came that she buried away her own family into slavery... She still felt nothing.*\n\n*Syele's eyes glared about the white filled void that had taken her vision and her ears slightly heard Arthur's voice for a mere moment along with the crackling of the flames that had taken the room. 'I suppose in the weight of gold and in the eyes of others, I don't hold much value maybe that's why I'm here to suffer. Maybe that's why the world wishes me to hurt.' she didn't know why, but the thought occurred in her mind for some reason. Nonetheless, she started to mouth the words to a spell, wanting to say it while also wishing for peace in death... It was debated in her own mind and really the only reason why she wanted to live even the slightest was out of spite. Spite of her family, spite of those who looked down upon her, and spite for the bastard Arthur.* \"Wa-walk i-it off.\" *She muttered out in absolute agony, casting the spell on herself while pushing through every inch of the pain, her resolve slowly coming back... For the mere fact of her hatred of the world, she would live.*\n```Casted walk it off on self, still too lazy to recount all mana. 0/100)```"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Kaisa would be able to barely duck in time as the kick whiff over her heads, and like Almann she would likely sweat a bit realizing her head would be paste against the wall if it had made contact. However, the leader wasn't going to let Kaisa get away that quickly. He would slam his feet against the ground as a barrier would appear infront of Kaisa, blocking her escape route and would also intercept Almann's spiked stone fist. Thinning it out slightly. The leader would close the distance once more and attempt to knee Kaisa in the gut*\n\n\"You can't run away forever you bitch!\" He would yell\n\n*Syele's magic would ease the pain of her sockets and her blackened skin would lighten a bit back toward their original color. She was still in pain, but as healer she would know she would at least survive.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would remember something her father taught her. When in battle, don't waste your breath on talking. She would ignore the insult, and push off to the side so that she ends up on the outside of the man's reach. She would also push on the knee sideways, as to gain an extra boost. She couldn't keep this up for too long, her legs felt like they were on fire and screamed out in pain, but she kept going. Just a little longer, she told herself, just a little longer*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann jogs to the opening in the barrier, firing off another Spike Stone Fist at the head of the leader, making sure he has room to jump back in case he the leader is too close._\n\n```Spiked Stone Fist aimed at the head of the leader. Another 3.75 mana used, but 5 mana gained. Current mana is 66.25/100.```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur would look around the area, noticing a small brawl with a large man in the room, the two of them looking like they were struggling against their foe. He would attempt to get up from his stance, only to be stopped by his inability to move, and the pain that surged throughout his body when he tried to sit straight up. He could move his legs very slightly, however, but decided not to do anything lest that would trigger even more pain. Deciding that he couldn't do anything in the current situation, he began to wonder about his condition, seeing that neither Almann nor Kai'sa responded to him, which was to be expected; they were locked in a fight with a pretty powerful opponent, after all.*\n\n*He began to ponder and contemplate on the reason why his blood had changed color. Was it a dye of sorts? No, the only things that were in the previous room were armors and weapons, all looking relatively high-quality at that. Was it a sort of poison? Probably not. Poison would most likely have their own apothecary specialized just for them, rather than crammed into a room with a bunch of armor and the whatnot. He had no idea what had happened to him while he was asleep, and didn't find any relevant leads either, besides the fact that his hands were cold and the fact that his blood ran white. He would hear Syele cast 'Walk it Off' a good couple of feet away, and Arthur immediately noticed various burns throughout her body. The first thing he wanted to do was jeer at her for being so weak, but then saw that she was in a serious condition; she didn't look like she would make it much longer, while also looking like she was being put through a terrible kind of torture. Looking at the other oriate, for the first time in their relationship, he would stare at her in concern, genuine empathy in his eyes.*\n\n\"S-Syele, you good? What got you so beat up?\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele could only tilt her head slightly at Arthur around that time. Her vision having somewhat returned to her due to the magic, but much of her wounds had yet to fully heal making her still immobile for the time. She'd mouth out at first, trying to form words, but the pain was still over-barring and she was lucky to cast the spell to begin with. Within a few seconds, though, she finally spoke out.* \"N-no.\" *Was the only thing she could mouth out to him, her eyes were still damaged and visibly colored in a disdaining way.*\n\n*She'd still rotate over on her side, wanting to scream out in agony, but she prevented herself from doing so by biting down on her tongue. She'd use her good arm to move herself forward toward Arthur and hopefully reaching him. On closer inspection much of her body was still burned severely with only patches of her skin having returned to normal and much else of it still glowing from the spell trying to recover. She'd look over at him for a time, her once dead stare even worsen in that moment along with her emotionless expression. 'Too much', she thought, 'too much effort for such a waste.', she thought to herself while being somewhat glad to still be alive.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The leader decided to balance on leg instead of a flying kick to allow him to readjust his aim incase Kaisa tried to flee, seeing how for the past 3 attacks they've all been avoided. As Kaisa leaves the reach of his knee he would simply unfold his tucked in leg and switch it into a front kick aiming for her chin. His metalic glow would start to fade however just as Almaan's stone fist collides with his head. He would loose his balance from the strike and cause him to lower his kick back to the ground to recompose himself. He would touch the back of his head and bring it to his face, clearly covered in blood. He would look over to Almaan in anger but as he would start to get up, he woulds start coughing terribly. He would now look around and realize how dangerous the situation was. He would then duck down and run toward the hallway to escape the smoke. Everyone else would also start coughing from all the smoke in the room as well*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann would follow the fleeing leader, unsheathing Horemheb with his left hand, and side-arm throwing it towards the upper part of his back torso (shoulder area)._\n\n```Almann side-arm throws Horemheb in a side-arm technique with a strength of 6 and a +300% increase of weight for the sword towards the top-middle of the back of the fleeing leader.```"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would struggle to her feet as some of her wounds had eventually healed more. She'd limb over toward Arthur, doing her damnest to get him to his feet and on the way toward the exit. They'd be moving at a steady pace hopefully, but she was still badly injured at the time and not able to do much else besides limp forward. As well, once she reached Kasia she'd try to lower arthur down enough for him to help pick her up... Because if he couldn't help support her then they weren't going anywhere.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa sees the front kick ready to happen. If this hits her, her jaw will probably never come back together. Thankfully, the Stone Fist from Almann knocked the man off balance, and as he runs out, Kaisa fires two Flaming Barrages, at the man's head*\n\n*It was good to see that both Jackal and Arthur were awake and ok. Although Jackal was missing some clothing and severely burned, but fortunately she could heal herself. Arthur, on the other hand, would probably not recover in time to fight.*\n\n```15 mana regained, 28 regained after another 4 turns of forgetting. 35/100 mana remaining```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Seeing Syele struggle to her feet inspired Arthur a tiny bit as well, as he willed himself to ignore the sharp bursts of pain that were coming from his chest as he used his right arm as a pillar to hold his weight up as he stood to his own feet. Rasmus was back in its scabbard, now in its sword form, which was good; he didn't want to lose his sword again after the ordeal with the rogue statue. He watched as Syele strode on over to his location, extending her arm up as a means to help him get back on his own to feet. The kitsune would take that arm, pulling so that he himself could get up as well. He put his arm over Syele's shoulder, using her as a balance to trudge on over to the exit of the room. He would turn away form her, however, becoming the slightest bit of red as he muttered to his comrade.*\n\n\"Thanks. I'll give gratitude when its due, so thanks.\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The leader noticing Almann throwing his sword at him would quickly summon another barrier, intercepting it mid-flight. As Kaisa sends her flaming barrage though, the barrier would shatter and one of them would strike the leader in head, drawing more blood and cause more burns, but not enough to slow him down as he escapes into the hallway. However upon seeing the smoke coming from the other rooms he would halt and start cursing under his breath*\n\n\"Fuck, you bastards burnt a lot of shit in here also! At this rate the cargo will suffocate and die! No, make that all of us!\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"What is the cargo? Is there even a way out?\""
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Slaves, we heard one on our way in. And aye, we still have the key to get out.\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"So, we can just leave this place-OH FUCK WAIT!\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann uses 'Recall' on Horemheb, grabbing the blade as he squeezes past the barricade and out the door._"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She would collapse to the ground, clutching her legs. Adrenaline had worn off, and she now felt the full effect of placing so much strain on her already fractured legs. The pain both burned like white hot fire and shot up her legs like electricity.*\n\n*Kaisa would be rendered useless, laying on the floor in pain*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Ohhhh... Fuuucccckkk...\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Then cut the cargo loose and have them get out of here too! For fuck sakes, it's not worth us all dying in this hellhole!\" *Syele spoke out in her monotone voice while still holding arthur up at the time, she'd notice his odd reaction to her, but regardless she held onto him tight as not lose the poor bastard to the smoke.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_The cargo? The leader? Slaves were expensive, but he was tasked with killing the leader. Arthur, Jackal, and the rest? They got him in this mess in the first place. For now the live cargo takes precedent over all other matters. The loss for the boss would be too great, not to mention they probably have to pay back the cargo they just burned in the room..._"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Jackal, drag Kaisa out of the smoking room, I'll go after the cargo. If I can manage to break open their cage or bindings, we can get out of here.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Do you see our position right now, Al? We can barely lift ourselves up.\""
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Then stay low and don't breath to much smoke. I have one useful arm right now. Good thing I have the key, huh?\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_He was bluffing of course, he says this while turning to Jackal and Arthur and then turning to the bloodied leader._"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Looks like we're going to have to pause this for now. Help me get the live cargo out of here and we'll both leave here alive with the rest of them. We've already killed the rest of your troop, I doubt they'd figure you missing from their burnt corpses.\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"If we can at least reach the stair case then we have a better chance of surviving through the smoke to be honest. If it's okay with you, I'll try to get the others up there while you handle the slaves, Almann.\" *Syele stated flatly, nodding to what he said and looked toward the rooms that they had previously came through.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"We need to get Alex as well. We left him up there\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The leader would look at all the smoke, then at the room with the cargo in it, then back at Almaan and nod.*\n\n\"You better hold your end of the deal, but yes, I shall accept a truce for now\"\n\n*The leader would then head into the storage room expecting Almaan to follow*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Oh... Fuck, that's a little better\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She would start to crawl as fast as she could towards the entrance to the previous room, which wasn't fast at all. Dear god, that still hurt! Damn those days, when she was turned into a vampire. She could have been relieved of this by now*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would eventually walk over to Kaisa with Arthur in hand still and used her other arm to drag her. With her adrenaline still pumping like it was, she could at least get a fair distance through the dungeon while Almann took care of the last bit of business, as well, hoping to god one of them would get enough strength to at least grab Alex on the way out.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Ow... Careful please\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann follows cautiously, the leader could very easily ambush him around the corner, seeing as they'd plan to betray them once before. He'd go in with the leader, keeping his eyes on him as they make their way towards the living cargo._"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The leader would lead Almaan to the back without lighting any light sources. It would seem the members of the guild had night vision or something like it. The whimpering and crying would get louder as you reached the back till eventually you would hear female voices sobbing in terror as they see the two of you. There would be 6 fine looking female kitsunes chained up against the wall. The leader would chuckle as he pulls out a key and starts to unlock the metal chains binding them to the wall but not the manacles that restricted their hands and feet. The kitsune would look at the leader with confusion but also terror and attempt to hurdle in the corner, but the leader would yank at the iron chains attached to their collars and pull them in like a group of dogs on a leash. He would smirk in amusement at their anguish* \n\n\"Beauties aren't they? Good looking female macens go for 600+ gold each, imagine the wealth the boss would've made selling these. Yet all we get is 50 some gold at most for escorting such prized valuables. Real cheapskate as I said. How much is the boss paying for all your trouble here? Was it really worth it? I'm just trying to say like I did earlier, we weren't in the wrong. We are being exploited plain and simple, but if we go against him this is what happens. Anyhow, I guess we better start moving\"\n\n*The leader would then tug on the chains and drag the kitsune out of the storage room*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"What's going on there Almann? What's the cargo? I can here people, if it's slaves...\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann almost vomits in his mouth at how much they got paid, and how much the slaves are worth. Holy shit! 50 gold? That was his entire fortune! Perhaps he should be employed by this boss some more. Cargo transport is really something isn't it? Now he knows why they betrayed the boss. They wouldn't have to worry about running, finding food, they'd could literally pay their way to safety with this cargo..._\n\n_Almann bites his lip. That's a LOT of gold. Perhaps it would be worthwhile. This could jump-start his entire business more so than this job..._"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Almann? You're oddly quiet. I know there are slaves in there, but what's got your tongue?\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa hated slavery. Being bound against your own will, forced to work fields and house, chained up in dark, damp places. She swore to god, if any of them owned slaves or even considered it she would barrage them with burning vengeance*"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Absolutely ridiculous. These slaves... Assuming they're virgins, are worth more than some men make in a lifetime. What you guys got paid, I barely make a fraction per job. I can see why you'd guys think of a bargain like this...\"\n\n\"Either way, keep moving. Unless you want to die here with the rest of us.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann shouts out_"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Yeah, we're coming out with the cargo! Don't do anything rash you dolts!\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*If Syele by chance made it to the up stairs door by now would hold up the rune key and whispered into the door the password that was given to her.* \"Greed is but a motive, coin the means, and prosperity the end.\" *If successful she'd stumble outside, lowering the two on the ground before almost landing face-first herself.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Where's Alex? We need to get him out too.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Knowing that bastard? He probably already left.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann simply follows the leader out. He feels like he's going to regret this later. Damn! If the boss hadn't had so much power in this city he would be leaving these people and going with the leader to sell these slaves..._\n\n_He had to prepare he feels to take on the leader again. He keeps Horemheb unsheathed and leaning on his shoulder, preparing to lop off the leader's head when he gets the chance._"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"He was knocked out pretty bad though. Worse than you.\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*Whispering the words the leader told Syele, the door way would slowly open up once more to the alleyway you guys entered from. However, the rat was nowhere to be seen and instead she would see a robed figure with its facial features fully covered*\n\n\"I see you some of you have made it out. Is it safe to assume the others have fallen?\" *The robed figure would ask*\n\n\n*As for Almaan and the leader, much like how Almaan was eyeing the leader for a chance to attack, the leader was eyeing Almaan. Almaan wouldn't know if the leader was being cautious or planning on doing the same thing that he was planning, but at the very least it didn't seem like his guard was down. The slaves would continue to be dragged and would start to weakly cough from the smoke despite only just entering it. As you two start to leave the room with the statues Almaan would notice Alex lying on the ground where the monk and barbarian statue wrecked him. The leader would let out a whistle*\n\n\"Well then, looks like the security was able to take out one of you at least. Though I wished it would've done more. You leaving him?\""
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"The others will get him. For now we focus on-\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_He abruptly stops mid-sentence, striking towards the head of the leader with Horemheb. He had to hope they'd stop the slaves as they're going out, perhaps there was someone out there as a representative of the boss? So many unknowns. All he knows is that he has to cripple or kill this fool. He wasn't leaving until he was dead._"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"W-we made it out, but we got one of ours still down there about to wrap it up with their leader. I pray and believe your cargo is still alive and well, but it's up to him to finish the job and kill the bastard, but he could still fail. The rest of the guild members were all slaughtered in the fight and we lost another one of our man for a moment to the smoke.\" *Syele explained softly trying to recover from her injuries for the time being while looking to the others.*\n\n\"If not, you may have to finish that man yourself... You seem capable.\" *She stated flatly, the man was in better shape then all of them and surely he had more tricks then one would expect just from the first look.* \"His injured severely with possibly at least a concession or some trauma to the brain.\" *She remember him bleeding badly from the head, really, she thought he'd be a easy kill by that point.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Someone has to go and help him. Almann isn't the most helpful type. Anyway, what will happen to the cargo?\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would had went down there and dragged Alex if she had the strength to. She hoped that the slaves would go free, she couldn't bear the thought of those poor women chained up like that*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur would stare back at the robed man, figuring that this was the human form the rat turned into. Robed, shady, and cloaked... Just what he figured a lackey of the Boss would dress like. He heard him talk about how the 'security' had gotten one of them, Alex, which Arthur didn't get too hung up about.*\n\n\"Yeah, they got Alex. They nearly got me as well, a stab through the chest and some bolt through my neck. When I woke up, though, it was gone. Care to try and give an explanation?\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The robed figure would nod at Syele's and Arthur's explanation*\n\"I see, I think I've got a grasp on the situation now. I do hope your remaining comrade succeeds as otherwise you all will be held responsible for the damages. I am rather envious of the luxury you mercenaries have to abandon jobs. If I were to take this job from your hands, the pay you all are receiving wouldn't not cover the cost for my skill set. As such you would have to pay for the difference from out of your own pocket. However, I doubt any of you could afford it without going into serious debt. But still, I shall leave the decision up to you. Go back down there and finish this job, hire me to finish it, or abandon it altogether. Note that you would still be held for the cost of damages even if you abandon the job.\"\n\n*He would then turn to face Arthur*\n\n\"As for your injuries, I am not sure what you want me to say? It would seem like the female orinate is a healer so wouldn't the natural conclusion be she took it out and healed you?\""
}
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{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*As for Almaan, he would catch the leader off guard by attacking mid sentence, however as he leader was on edge he would immediately cast his defensive spell again as his gives off a metalic tint as your blade makes contact with his head. The leader would fall to the ground clutching in agony while swearing, letting go of the chains of the slaves in the process*\n\n\"Fuck, you traitor! I knew you were going to do something like this!\"\n\n*The leader would then start to quickly roll away from you and start to get up. He was bleeding badly, but as suspected for a big guy like him it would take a few more blows to take him down*\n\n*Kaisa would make it down the stairs and see Almaan fighting the leader*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann gives a wicked grin and turns to the slaves_\n\n_He turns back to the leader_"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele simply nodded, she knew that the slaves were the most important objective of this situation then. They couldn't afford to pay the price for them and they'd just end up in debt if they were killed in the process. Thus, she'd force herself back down the stairs along with Kaisa to go back up Almann or at least ensure the slaves made it back up to the stairs.*"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Come now, did you really expect me to let you go? I have no loyalty to you, but coin. I can't sell those slaves without stealing, and stealing them is suicide. Either way you die here. There's probably a representative from the boss outside if I had to guess. To check on the progress of the clean out. So whether or not you kill me here doesn't matter. Accept your death quietly by my blade if you will, instead of being killed by the boss later on, perhaps more slowly.\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"Come here. I don't want you guys getting hurt.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Her heart ached as she was forced to surrender the slaves up to the group. It went against her every will, everything she had been taught, and her mind screamed for her to do the right thing. But she couldn't, or else she would die, and probably the others as well, then the slaves would simply be recaptured. A tear rolled down her cheek*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"I can't save you. I would if I had the power to, but it is that in which I lack. Just promise me you'll stay safe, look after each other.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann simply sheathes Horemheb, taking a lighter stance to ready for the punches of the leader. He fires off a Spiked Stone Fist at the leader's center of mass._\n\n```68/100 mana left```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur would be dissatisfied with the robed mans response. If a healer took it out, then he would obviously feel the pain of having a large bolt being removed from his neck, and even more, Syele was about as injured as he was. He stared back at the leader, arms crossed.*\n\n\"That was only one of them. Theres another thing, too. My blood is white, and my flesh... Its cold. It was cold even when I was surrounded by fire. Y'know what this means, by any chance?\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The robed figure would chuckle after hearing Arthur's response* \n\n\"Ah I see, so that's what happened. Seems like you were hit by one of our experimental traps. We have been researching ways to spread the blood plague more effectively for an investor and have been able to infuse certain items with their essence. We figured we could save gold by using them on enemies/intruders instead of hiring test subjects. Unfortunate that you were hit by one. From the sounds of it, you've turned into an ivory strain vampire in less than an hour. Looks like we are getting closer to perfecting it. That being said, if you desire compensation the boss would be more than willing to provide it if it is within our abilities. Turning you back ,however, sadly isn't one of them.\"\n\n*As Almaan tells the chained up kitsune to flee, they would struggle against their manacles and attempt to crawl over to the stairway to the exit. They would see Kaisa and curl up in fear. They don't seem to understand what Kaisa was saying but they would look one another, then at the leader, and then back at you, unsure what to do*\n\n*As for the battle between Almaan and the leader, the leader would regain his composition and summon a barrier once more to intercept Almaan's spiked fist. He would then close the distance by launching a flying knee toward Almaan's chest screaming with a face of pure rage*\n\n\"You will be the one to die today!!!!\"\n\n*Syele would make it down the stairs and see Kaisa trying to get the slaves to come toward her, the slaves huddling up in fear, and the combat between Almaan and the leader*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"It's ok, it's ok..\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She would try to sooth them in a calming voice. Apparently they spoke a different language, so she tried to symbolize it instead. She would point up the stairs, then to them. She would approach them slowly and put one hand on one of their shoulders, then embrace them in a hug*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would look only a mere second to the slaves and then focused her entire attention on the leader that Almann was still fighting and saw a golden moment as he went to knee Almann in the chest. She'd pick up the largest bit of rock debris she could and* ***Ran*** *At him full speed while swinging her arms in a heavy swing toward his head with all her strength.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann shifts to the left and attempts to face the leader. If the leader clips his right arm its no big deal anyways. He throws another Spiked Stone Fist with his free hand at the groin of the leader._\n\n```3.75 mana used, 64.25 left.```"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The slaves would look at Kaisa, then back at one another, and then cry into her shoulder. They would then slowly crawl up the stairway with her, with trust in their eyes thinking they've finally been freed from this nightmare*\n\n*As for Almaan, his right arm would infact be clipped and another pang of pain would shoot up his arm. Thankfully there is healing magic in this world, as looking at his arm it was completely disoriented with pieces of broken bone protruding from the skin. As such, Almaan would be able land a Spiked Stone fist into the leader's groin, knocking him back a few inches as he kneels over clutching his jewels*\n\n\"Dirty... Bastard... No honor...\"\n\n*The leader would be helpless as Syele ran up from behind and in the same spot where all the previous wound's have been accumulating smack a stone into it with all her strength. It wasn't much, but was enough for the leader to dip his head in from the blow, look over to Syele with a look of disorientation*\n\n\"F-F-Fuck?! I can't see! What did you do!\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur would look back at the robed figure, blinking in surprise. His shock was almost comical, but to him, it wasn't funny. The blood plague? He read about it in numerous fictional stories, often cementing it in his mind as a work of pure fiction. The blood plague... It caused normal, everyday people to turn into vampires. VAMPIRES. Vicious creatures of the night, blending into the crowd by day, that is, if they ever went out in the day. Fearsome, crafty monsters that were known to be extremely powerful. Unholy abominations that feasted on the blood of the innocent, the blood of the pure, the blood of the wicked. And he, Arthur Dax, had become one of them.*\n\n*He couldn't believe it. Never in a million years would he have expected something like this to happen. He imagined Hitoshi and Mevis's reactions if he told them; first a wanted criminal, and now a vampire? He could only imagine the immesurable disappointment on their faces if this truth would be revealed. And no possibility of turning back? That... Made it even worse. However, he couldn't do anything about it, and so with a look of powerlessness in his eye, he would face the robed figure once more.*\n\n\"F-Fine. Even though I can't turn back, I'll go ahead and take this 'compensation' you speak of. It better be worth not being able to see the sun's light, though.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann takes the chance to maneuvor so he can see the side of the leaders head. He fires off what he hopes is his last Spiked Stone Fist at the leader's temple._\n\n```3.75 mana used, 60.5 left```"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele wouldn't just stop either, she'd suddenly jerk back her arms and sling the debris directly into his skull as Almann fired off his spell.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*With the combined blows of Syele and Almaan, the leader would have his eyes roll back and fall to the ground unconcious. It seems the battle was finally over*\n\n*As for Arthur, the robed figured would nod*\n\n\"You needn't worry about never seeing the sun again. From the boss' research you need to expose more than 10% of your body to suffer any negative effects. Merely wearing appropriate amount of clothing or armor will suffice to circumvent that weakness. As for compensation, we don't have anything in mind for you as we certainly didn't plan on anyone getting hit by our experimental items. That being said, it was found out that you were the one responsible for burning down the previous guild and endangering the cargo. You were going to be fined for it after today's job, but considering what we've put you through, I'm sure the boss will be willingly to clear the debt. Does that sound alright with you?\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Fine. Seems alright. Just... Take down the traps, will you? Other people may not be so accepting of their condition as I.\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Grab his legs... We'll take his ass up to the man waiting for us.\" *Syele would grab him by the arms and started heading up to turn the bastard over. While additionally, she hoped that Kaisa was able to get the slaves up top with ease.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann tucks the legs of the man under his left arm and proceeds to lift him up in tandem with Jackal up the stairs._"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Once they were up there Syele would toss the man before the robed figure working for the boss. She'd also noticed Kasia would had brought the slaves up as well.* \"Job is done...\" *She stated plainly, having to lean against a wall to catch a breath with her damaged lungs.*"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"This is their leader. Him alive should help with the damage costs.\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The robed figure would look at the kitsune would look at you all in terror, especially at Kaisa as the trust and hope in their eyes are crushed, slowly realizing that they weren't being set free. The robed figure would then look at the leader and though you can't see his face, you got the feeling he was smiling.*\n\n\"Ah yes, that will more than suffice to pay for any damages you all have likely caused. Shame we couldn't get them all, but this fool was the last one we would expect to be taken alive. Looks like a good job from you all. Seems you all have figured out what the cargo is. The boss would be pleased to know you didn't damage them. As for your payment for this job\"\n\n*The robed figure would snap his fingers as a herd of rats appear and drop a hefty bag of gold infront of you all. Inside would be 60 pieces of gold.*\n\n\"You all can decide how to split it among yourselves. If you have no other questions or requests, I will be taking my leave with the cargo.\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"...Split it four-way?\" *Syele spoke out in a mutter, they had all did their fair share of work through it all.* \"It'll be the best way to avoid fighting over it.\""
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Four ways? How about based on contribution?\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Oh if we're going down that route then this is going be fun. Since I figured out the primary puzzle and saved some of our asses through healing, then figured out some of the secondary puzzles, and killed two of them and helped finished the last guy off with you, Almann.\" *Syele stated flatly, if they were going by contribution then they were going have to cough the fuck up.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"How about we treat eachother fairly and *Not* Fight over a simple reward? Come on.\""
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"I think you misunderstand me Jackal. Im saying me and you get 20 gold each. Dealing with the undead and runes, 6 out of the 7 keys, killing most of the enemies and the leader in addition to getting the cargo out.\"\n\n\"Only fair seeing as we did most of the work.\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Fair, but I rather state my works then just take it.\" *Syele coughed out for a moment and then looked over to Arthur trying to judge his expression to see if he'd be fine with it.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"You serious? You know if I were awake, I would have gone in. Seems a bit unfair that because of certain circumstances I cant control, I get cut off of my rightful reward.\""
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"But you didnt wake up. And you didn't earn your 15 now did you?\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Didn't you also almost kill us a few times too with lighting a fire spell in a cellar like area?\" *Syele blinked, arthur was a sweetie, but he did almost get them killed down there a bit.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"If youre going to blame me for that, might as well blame Kai'sa as well. We're both proprieters, you know.\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Ya, that's why you two would only be getting ten gold.\" *Syele nodded in agreement with herself, but then again, she wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do to begin with. They did ALL almost die in that entire journey.* \"But regardless, you also owe me two gold coins anyways.\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Sighing, Arthur would take out two gold coins from his pocket, flipping them over to Syele. Shortly after doing this, he would look at the oriate, a scowl on his face, as he flipped her off as well.* \"Well thanks for diddly-damn-fucking-reminding me. I suppose ten gold, however, is still enough. Im not planning anything huge in the first place. Purchasing wise, anyway.\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Very well, you should also come back to my home and recover for the time being, Arthur. You did take a hefty beating and a safe place to rest would be best advise for your situation.\" *Syele went ahead and took her share of the gold from the bag while also catching the coins that Arthur threw to her. She'd also just look at him for just flipping her with a dull expression.*\n\n*She... Then also looked to the fact a majority of her clothes were burned off as well and with her empty eyes she just nodded for some reason.* \"I will also have to purchase new clothes for the time being.\" *For what skin was visible, there would be scars torn across from her shoulders down that weren't from the fight.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "*The robed figure would walk over the kitstune, pull out a key and remove their shackle. He would speak in Runran to the kitsune. The kitsune would seemingly start to look less terrified and start to nod, though some of them would start to tear up. The would go back and forth for a bit before the robed figure turns to face you all and clears his throat*\n\n\"Ah, before I leave, just as standard procedure, the boss would like to know if he could hire your services in the future?\"\n\n\n\n\n\n*The robed figure would nod as each of you give your responses*\n\n\"Very well, your preferences will be noted. Also I suggest you leave the area as cleaners will be arrived to collect the bodies and various other goods down there. Till next time then\" \n\n*The robed figure would put a ring on the leader, mutter some unknown incantation, and you all would see the leader transform into an unconscious mouse. Then the robed figure would transform into a black fox and pick up the mouse in its mouth. The kitsune females would also transform and after doing so the black fox would lead them through the alleyways of the streets, disappearing from sight* \n\n__***Quest compete***___\n4 pp rewarded"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Arthur would watch as the robed figure and the slaves would turn into various animals, namely a black fox and some mice. He watched as they dispersed down the street, leading them into the alleyways. He still couldn't believe the fact that he was a vampire, but perhaps the turning came with some benefits. He could already feel his senses heighten to even a greater high, higher than it was before. He could feel his strength coming back to him, but a dull pain still resounded in his chest he stood up straight, for the first time in a long time. A vampire? He wasnt sure if he could ultimately get used to this sudden change, but nevertheless, he would make an attempt. With that, he sighed wistfully into the air, then having his eyes land on Syele.*\n\n\"I'm a wanderer, and an adventurer. I prefer not to stay in one place for too long, though I thank you for the consideration. To be honest, though, I don't hate you anymore. Gotta thank you for your help down in there. So thanks. But thats the only time im going to thank you anymore; may our paths never cross again!\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Yes, I'd still be interested in doing more work. But furthermore, rejecting a kind offer to rest and heal is a fool's decision, Arthur, you're going to suffer fatigue or worse while you're trying to 'wander and adventure', honestly. Your lot tend to be idiots in my eyes, by the gods, 'oh I can't stay in one place because my soul craves the wilds!' go fuck a deer then! It'll get that natural feel going, I'd assume.\" *Syele blinked a few times at arthur with her dead eyes glaring out as ever. Her voice trailed not a hint of anger but simply it's blending rhythm that was dull to the ears.*\n\n\"As for our paths crossing it'll be damn likely since we work in the same jobs too often, you blight-ridden idiot. If you're going to thank someone then at least have the decency to think before you speak.\" *Syele finished her rant and then walked off... Heading for home.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"Well, I see you're as angry as ever! What happened to you when you were younger? By the gods, you are so IRATIONALLY mad all the time. Well, I guess it cant be helped with a JACKAL like you. Goodbye!\"\n\n*He would turn around, gazing at the sky above. He couldn't show more than ten percent of his face, huh? He put on his cloak in the alleyway, covering his face and head. He thought about the leaders talk with him. He hadn't gave a clearly defined response, now that he thought about it. Raising his voice, he would call out to the shadows of the alleyways.* \n\n\"Hey, Boss employee? I'll be glad to take on more jobs from you in the future!\"\n\n*Though, his mind would drift back to the leader's earlier conversation with the other kitsune. He would silently admit that he had felt a good deal of concern for the enslaved kitsune, and if it were anyone else taking them, he wouldn't have allowed it, weakened or not. Howeber, he recalled fractions of the Runran the leader spoke to the slaves. Something about apologies, a safe haven, abolishing something, and... Freedom. Freedom, eh? Most likely, it was something about the slaver's war, that was a given. But... Abolish? Could that be the endgoal for the Boss? Was 'the Boss' a kitsune like himself? So many questions, and so little answers.*\n\n*Either way, he would walk back out to the busy streets of New Salvainia, wearing his cloak on in the sunny day. He didn't want to find out the weaknesses vampires had to the sun, so he disappeared into the crowd, leaving nothing behind, except for the crimson that had stained his blade. That? He scratched it off, flake by flake.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann shrugs with his left shoulder and takes the coin. He'll do more jobs if they pay this well..._"
},
{
"author": "Almann",
"message": "\"Aye I'll take more jobs from the boss. Especially if he pays this well for a job done.\""
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann walks away without another word. He'll see these idiots on another job perhaps. He makes his way to his shop and the local infirmary._"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Kaisa would look down to the floor as the others were discussing their coin, but she was more concerned about what she had just done. She couldn't bring herself to look at the Kitsune slaves she had just brought up, she had practically betrayed them! She watched as the other take their leaves, then turns to the elves figure*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa",
"message": "\"If I ever do another job, I better be doing good. Have me kill slavers or something similar\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*She would summon her helmet, and ignoring the pain in her legs, walk towards the nearest inn, for the pain in her heart was far greater*"
}
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{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Katachan would be sitting at a local resting spot in a park like area in the city of Salvainia just taking in the scenery for the time being.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Erin had taken some time in getting entry into New Salvainia. The recent blizzard proved to be quite the hassle, since everyone was fearful of yeti raids. Not even that, but other creatures from the mountains coming down since it was practically new territory while it lasted... All annoying things that'd have to be tolerated, sadly.*\n\n*While walking around, however, Erin came across another a peculiar kemonomimi in the open. That being, she could realize they were carrying a magical weapon... Might as well probe into someone's business while looking for something to do.*\n\n\"Hello there, miss. Have some time to spare to a stranger? I'm quite new to this area, so I could use some help.\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Hm? Oh, of course! I got some time to spare!\" *Katachan would literally bounce onto her feet and looked down at the young lady. The oriate would have jackal like features, but of a solid black color normally associated with the blacksmith half of the Husen family. She'd gently pat the woman on the hand for the time being with a gleeful smile.*\n\n\"Where was you heading in particular? Or were you looking for a specific type of business... Person... Or something along that lines?\" *She spouted out her words quite quickly and stood there calmly waiting for a reply from the young lady in front of her.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Well you see, I've been away for quite some time. I heard from out of the city that there was someone working with a similar name to mine, so I decided to stop by and see if it was who I thought it was. My name is Erin Husen, by the way.\"\n\n*She'd wonder why this person decided to pat her head, but since they were helping her in some way it would be ignored. A small nuisance for today, never-the-less...*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Ah! Merchant or blacksmith?\" *She stated flatly for some reason, katachan would have a disfavor for the merchant half of the family since they were viewed as mostly selfish dogs that would toss away their own children to gain a coin. The divide that caused the split was over reasons like that for why the blacksmiths of Husen would take no side with the merchants anymore... It was a rather rough way for a 'family' to operate, but at least the blacksmiths had more decency and kindness.*\n\n\"I just asked, because I'm Katachan Husen of the blacksmith clan.\" *She spoke out once more and only nodded to the woman waiting for an answer. She had also heard that there was another member of the merchant clan of the family a few months ago, but she could care less for the matter of it. The entire merchant clan was particularly the black sheep and the blacksmiths didn't want anything to do with them mostly.*"
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*In the bustling marketplace of New Salvania, a small blacksmith's shop never sleeps.\n\nThe place is owned by a quirky young Kitsune who goes by the name of Moxie Von Starke. Her name is about all you need to know in order to tell what kind of person she is.\n\nThe little ball of everlasting energy is working on a particularly interesting project: a suit of armour, that she has named \"The Iron Maiden. It's been a little passion project the Kitsune had in her mind for months. Not for any real combat reason (yet)... But the idea of taking on such a mighty challenge as to create a suit of armour that is capable of turning a skinny young girl like herself into a superweapon? You can bet this girl finds the challenge an exciting prospect.\n\nFrom the outside of the building, you can see what you'd expect of a blacksmith, the sign, and you can hear a little bit of commotion from the inside. The usual sound of hammers striking metal, and some added sounds of arguing. The neighbours really don't like this blacksmith.*\n\n*Of particular note is the iron golem standing guard beside the door. While his sword isn't equipped, he has it strapped to his back, looking very intimidating indeed. Best not to steal from this place, that's for sure.*"
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Kohm might have had some form of vision again, but he still needed to pair himself with some actual arms- bringing around his sandman everywhere was netting him strange looks, not to mention it was an awkward and insufficient replacement in the first place. Thus, he had vowed to quickly find a place with decent enough artificing and prices before he did anything else.\n\nFollowing the sounds of the smithing, he quickly moved until he could pinpoint the shop with his tremorsense. Smiling to himself as the carvings on the sign tells him that he is in the right place, he walks into the shop, sandman in tow.\n\nThe cloak covering his lack of eyes and limbs, he 'looks' around the place, getting a feel for it."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*As Kohm walks in the store, the smell of coal will assault his nose, alongside the sound of a young girl and a Felinid arguing in the back.\n\nIf he's even capable of noticing, the place is surprisingly tidy, everything having a very specific place. The main shop room is quite large, and most of the shelves are filled with weapons and other tools, all intricately carved. Sometimes with genuinely pretty carvings, and sometimes with a stickman Kitsune with a smiley face.\n\nEven as nobody mans the shop, there's a sense of life to the place itself, as it the building itself was alive. The feeling of curiosity and wonder surrounds this cute little shop: it's almost like walking into an artist's painting room. Whoever owns this place appreciates their craft.*\n\n*Gruff shouting is heard from another room.*"
},
{
"author": "Felix, Nox's Sniper",
"message": "Oi Mox, I think someone's come in! Will I see to em?"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*\"Nah, you'll scare them off like last time!\"*\n\n*A diminutive black haired Kitsune wanders into the shop and leans over her little counter, a beaming smile on her face that doesn't falter even as she notices Kohm's condition. She reaches out for a handshake... Before noticing the arms. Or lack thereof. Oops.*\n\n\"Hi... I think I know why you're here, so, uhh... Yeah. Hi. I'm Moxie, nice to meet you!\"\n\n\"I think I know why you're here, like I said, but I'll ask anyway. What's it you need? I do loads of stuff.\""
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Kohm very much appreciated the work that went into this place- homely as it was, it was also a professional's workshop. A sign of someone who loved and lived for their craft.\n\nChuckling as he takes in the kitsune's attempts to give him a handshake only for her to realise his condition- a scene that has played itself out for so many times on his way here it didn't bother him regardless of what reaction he was given anymore, he mentally orders the sandman to do it for him. While Alum has been less active since bestowing on him the gift of tremorsense- he could guess a couple of reasons why and was all the more grateful- he could still feel Alum's amusement as his projection grips the hand and gives it a firm shake.\n\nTurning his head to face her with good mirth, inadvertently revealing his lack of eyes (Not that he bothered to hide with, with the same reasoning that reactions just didn't phase him anymore), he replies.\n\n\"As you might have observed, good lass, I need a hand. Two, actually.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Moxie giggles a bit as she hears this. The man has a great sense of humour, she has to give him that. She leans on the countertop, looking at her own metallic limb.\n\nShe tends to charge very cheap for limbs like these. Now, Felix always tells her to make her prices decent, but she always tells him that it's the right thing to do, to help people like Kohm for cheap. After all, she might need that kind of charity herself someday. The girl isn't really much of a businesswoman. That's the cat's business... The one walking in just now.*\n\n\"Okay. So two magic arms. That's about, uhh... Well, I **Should** Be charging like 20 gold per arm, but usually I settle with 10 to 15 per arm. I know **Someone** Likes to argue, but-\""
},
{
"author": "Felix, Nox's Sniper",
"message": "Just pay the full price, mate. Saves me heartache. This girl might *Own* This place, but her summons basically rule it."
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Kohm shakes his head, mouth still facing upwards in mirth. The lass was a tad too kindhearted, he thinks, probably from inexperience, but it's refreshing to see such people that exist still in this world.\n\nThe cat- which he figures is a summon, seems to be more of the practical sort though, which he didn't begrudge- he was a pragmatist himself, not to mention that he seemed to have the kind of humour he could get behind.\n\n\"Don't you folks worry, it's foolhardy to come in expecting to skimp out on the cost of something so important- anyone who puts so little worth on a limb wouldn't bother with a set in the first place.\"\n\nWith that, his sandman fetches a prepared pouch from on Kohm's belt, and places it on the countertop.\n\n\"There. 40 shiny, perfectly gleaming pieces. Should be enough to get me a set of reliable arms, if I'm not wrong.\""
},
{
"author": "Felix, Nox's Sniper",
"message": "Aww, brill, mate... Right, hold on while I take your measurements, yeah?"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Felix looks at Kohm's stumps for a moment. Within mere seconds, he nods, letting out a little \"Yep\" As he does so. He wanders into an unknown little corner of the blacksmith's shop as he looks for a prosthetic arm. While the place was organised, the leaders of the place had a different idea of what \"Organised\" Looks like. Often, Mox and Felix find themselves arguing over layout, like an old married couple. Much like a real couple though, Mox wins everytime, mostly with the \"You're a summon, I'm real\" Argument. Felix never really has a retort for that.\n\nMox just watches Felix do her bidding, before tapping a random rhythm on the shop counter, whistling all the while, acting as a little one-woman-band. Her tails begin to wag as she gets distracted with her whistling. Her \"Amazing\" Musical talent is stopped by the cat-summon, who claps into her ear and places two intricate metallic arms on the countertop.\n\nThe two metallic arms are works of art. Well oiled, pristine and made with incredible attention to detail, these arms look more like a golem's arms than prosthetics. If Kohm so desires, Felix attaches the prosthetics immediately, and after a couple of seconds of adjusting to his body, they move as though he had never lost his arms. It's like having real arms again, except they're much better for winning tavern brawls with. In fact, Moxie even has a Tavern Brawling set of arms! Somewhere. It's got knuckles covered in spikes, and a heavily plated forearm!*"
},
{
"author": "Felix, Nox's Sniper",
"message": "Yeah, thanks for bein' good about this, man. 'ppreciate it. Most people just go \"Aw, man, your summoner said it was 15\", and I usually have to teach 'em a lesson, me an' Phil. Don't like when people cross Mox much."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Felix pockets the money while Moxie looks a little nervous about the \"Teaching a lesson\" Part. Several times, Felix has outright gotten physical during these altercations with unsavoury folk. Hell, Felix gets **Incredibly** Violent with thieves. Moxie has been forced many a time to desummon him when he acts up. Then again, incase Kohm somehow couldn't tell from the various scars and the rough demeanour of Felix, he's not exactly a softie; having fought many an evil beast and having aided many aspiring adventurers or strong mercenaries. Of course, it doesn't always last. His oldest owner got very old... Was too old to keep adventuring. Felix was promptly sold off: he would've been perfectly happy to look after the ailing man, but his old keeper had grown very attached to Felix and didn't want the summoned archer to live his life as a caretaker. So he was given off to a hyperactive ditz of a Kitsune. And it's honestly been among the better parts of the cat's life, if very hectic.*"
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{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Shaking his head in amusement at the kitsune's 'music', He allows Felix to attach the two arms of steel to his shoulders.\n\n\"Some people just can't take a hint, aye? Haggling is fine, but some idiots really need a lesson to be beaten into them sometimes.\"\nKohm makes some small talk, unfazed by the nervousness of Moxie nor the not-so-subtle hint regarding what happened to the particularly stubborn. He wasn't one to resort to such drastic measures himself since it was likely to bring only trouble... But there were always exceptions.\n\nAs they acclimatise, it feels as if a light breeze brushes past his brain, and suddenly he just knows his new arms are fully connected, waiting to be moved.\n\nExperimentally, he lifts his right arm, closing its fist and releasing it. \n\nAn odd feeling, for a metal arm did not provide the tactile sensation a normal arm provided, yet he could still control his arm's movement naturally as if he possessed years of muscle memory using such arms, such that the lack of sensation mattered not.\n\n\"Huh. So this is how it feels like, using one of these prosthetics? It's queer, but not unplea-\"\n\nHalfway through his words, he feels a jolt of pain shoot through his left arm, grunting as he instinctively clutches at it with his new right arm."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Felix breathes in sharply through his teeth and holds Kohm up as Moxie gets up, clearly looking very anxious.\n\nMoxie is used to the whole \"Yowch, getting used to it\" Part, but it still worries her to see other people go through that pain. It's not nice, you know? Felix also understands the pain. Not for having felt it himself of course, but from seeing vast amounts of customers also getting prosthetics. Happens more than you'd think.*"
},
{
"author": "Felix, Nox's Sniper",
"message": "Easy there, mate, *Steady*..."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Hey, hey, buddy... Just breath in and out. In and out. Gets easier, trust me...\""
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Following's Felix's instructions, Kohm took a deep breath, steadying himself.\n\nAfter the initial shock, he realised what happened.\n\n\"Tch. Should have remembered that arm was broken before it was removed.\"\n\nPhantom pains. While the level of most magical prosthetics created neural connection so natural most people could use them off the bat the way they did with their normal arms to a large extent, the body sometimes still reacted poorly. In the worst (but fortunately, rarest) cases, people would instantly rip their prosthetic apart, and be back at where they started.\n\nFortunately, having had a long time to suppress any phantom feelings, the pain probably wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been."
},
{
"author": "Felix, Nox's Sniper",
"message": "\"Ahh... Yeah, that makes sense, mate.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Felix waits a couple more seconds before doing anything else, to let the pain die down just a little. Poor bastard. Broken... He doesn't even want to know what happened to remove the man's eyes and his arms. It sickens Felix and makes his stomach churn. Assuming he even has a stomach.\n\nMoxie just stands back, she's not really good physically like Felix is. She just waits for the same thing as Felix. She's not had to deal with the whole \"Arm ripping\" Thing... Yet... Hopefully she never will.*\n\n\"Oh jeez, I should've- oh no...\" *Moxie can't help but blame herself. She should've done better...*\n\n\"Is-is there anything else... You'd like?\" *Nice one, dipshit.*"
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "\"Phew... Okay, it seems to be better now.\"\n\nLifting his left arm tentatively and grasping at the air, he was relieved to see that now it seemed to be working fine.\nMoving his arms around, he was pleasantly surprised to feel his now metallic joints move like clockwork. Well, smooth clockwork, but they were indeed smooth going, with little of the discomforts one might expect of a lower quality arm like cranks or creaks. \n\nAn old friend of his was unlucky enough to get an arm of such a quality, and it was a bother whenever he moved it to both himself and the ears around him, Kohm's included until he finally swapped his arm out for a decent one. The lower quality arm was promptly scrapped for steel.\n\nHe can feel that Felix and Moxie have questions, but unless they ask he won't bother divulging his sob story- he had accepted what happens, happens long ago and felt no need to share his inner thoughts to anyone after so much time had passed. If he really needed someone to confide in, having tea with Alum would be his first choice, not unloading everything to some admittedly nice people he didn't know well- that would just be stressful for them.\n\nNoticing Moxie's reaction however, Kohm decides to allay her fears a little. Girl shouldn't be so hard on herself when it wasn't her fault.\n\"Don't worry, there isn't any anything wrong- these are some well-crafted arms. Will need some time to get adjusted to these, but all in all, I'm pleased with this purchase. If I ever have any metalworking and artificing needs, I'll sure to come back. As for anything...\"\n\nKohm puts a finger to his chin. Another sign that his prosthetics were a piece of work, considering how naturally it came to him despite him having not done that gesture for a long, long time.\n\n\"Well, anything regarding these arms I should know?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Uhh... Umm...\"\n\n*Moxie scratches the back of her neck. Not really. Those are the general purpose arms. For the average guy. \n\nShe has a bunch of different types of prosthetic limb. She herself wears a crafter's variety, a little bit more dainty and capable of finer movements. She also recalls making one or two pugilist's arms. Nasty looking things. Could puncture right through someone with a good clean punch.*\n\n\"Are those arms okay? I think we got different models **Somewhere** If you want.\""
},
{
"author": "Felix, Nox's Sniper",
"message": "They're right there.\n\n*Felix points at a shelf to the center-right of the room.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Thanks, Felix. I always knew I kept you for a reason.\" \n\n*Says the girl, as she looks through the different models. Trying to remember what random attempts at a revolutionary beast she's made.*"
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Uhhhhh...\n\n...UHhhhhhh...*\n\n\"How to make prosthetics into runic catalysts?\"\n\n*Look, you're asking somebody who has no idea how it works, really. What else kind of answer did you expect? Taptaptap again, on that motherfuckin counter.*\n\n\"...Sorry, I really need your help here.\""
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "\"...\" Kohm looked at her blankly, before slowly asking. \"...How much do you know about runecraft as a whole?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"...*Not much.*\"\n\n*Moxie looks utterly embarrassed to say that... But it's true. She may as well admit that she's never done any runecrafting in her life. She has a vague idea of runes in the sense of normal enchantments, but she gets the feeling that's not what Kohm means.*"
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "\"I see.\" Kohm shook his head. \"Well, I suppose there's not much that can be done then, unfortunately, since a reasonably solid foundation is needed to understand runic catalysing.\" Sighing, he continued. \"Regardless, these are some fine prosthetics, and will continue to use them regardless... Anyway, any tip regarding maintenance?\" Kohm returns to an earlier topic, slightly disappointed, but not bothered. Runecraft was a complicated topic, after all, being one of the most scholarly schools of magecraft."
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"author": "way8306",
"message": "Oh GOD! HIS EARS!\n\nRecoiling as his head snapped back in shock, with his finetuned ears having been treated to a most horrific sound that was reminiscent of a dying fox, Kohm processed the statement that came from Moxie's mouth.\n\nFor the first time in a long while, he wondered if he was hearing things wrong. Maybe his hearing still wasn't good enough.\n\n\"Could you... Repeat that?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Can. You. Tutor. Me. I. Can. Pay. You.\"\n\n*Moxie emphasises every word, even clasping her hands together and putting them down with each word.*"
},
{
"author": "Felix, Nox's Sniper",
"message": "Bloody hell, Mox- Sorry, sir, basic politeness isn't her strong suit."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*She gets a pointed glare from Felix and tilts her head away, kind of realising how rude she was being.*\n\n\"Sorry... **Please** Can you tutor me? If you have the time?\""
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Talk about forward. Well...\n\nSome side income wouldn't be bad.\n\nKohm turned around completely, raising and waving around his index finger.\n\n\"First of all, I need to reiterate that it *Will not be easy*. I myself took years to learn the craft, and you don't have much experience with that kind of thing as far as I know, don't you? You may or may not have the attitude for it- simple as that. No hard feelings, those were simply what my own master taught me. \n\nSecondly...\"\n\nKohm grinned.\n\n\"If you still aren't swayed, lets negotiate o courntract, shall we?\""
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Amsu had been minding his own business in the city square. The people were bustling by, as most did during this time of the day. It was about noon and he was attending his small booth, where he was allowed to set up his \"Business,\" As a trauma healer. Amsu would spend most of his days working here when he could, having cut the average price of trauma healers in half so he could try and help people... While still paying for his lively-hood.*\n\n*Today was a rather slow day, which he felt a bit conflicted about. Of course he still had to make some more money, but if no one was showing then no one was getting hurt! His tails would slowly entwine with each other as he laid against the crate in front of him, that acted as a table. What to do while he waited?... He'd probably just have to continue waiting, like he has done on several other days during his time here in Salvainia...*"
},
{
"author": "sinnnowo",
"message": "*Lucil was looking through the market with his right hand roughly holding his arm, a small amount of red blood dripping down to his hands and onto the ground. His shirt and vest were dirtied and bloody so of course people were staring at him, some in aw and others chuckling at the pathetic man. He had been looked for a special flower out of town and had found himself to be the prey of assassin's vine, he got up alive but definitely not unscathed. Due to his good eye sight and the fact the crowd had thinned out, he found Amsu.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Amsu, as he had been spending his time staring into the crowd and wondering what to do, was able to perceive that someone was injured! That man's hand was bleeding, so it must have been something recent! He got up from his rather lazy position of drooping against the table, his cat ears perking up from the sign of a possible customer and person needing assistance. He begun waving towards Lucil, making eye contact if possible...*\n\n\"Hey, man with the bloody arm, come here! I'm a licensed healer! You look like you need it!\"\n\n*The neko kemonomimi continued waving rather violently, doing his best to get the person's attention... Even if it looked rather off. Alongside his ears standing on end, his tails would be straightened behind him. He was prepared to give this person his all, even if it was a rather simple process of applying mana to the wounded area and reciting a small chant, or providing a small gesture for invocation.*\n\n~~well he thinks it could be both, so let us c0ntinue~~"
},
{
"author": "sinnnowo",
"message": "*He looked over at the neko before quickly walking over to them with a comforting smile. Normally when things like this happened, Lucil was a bit to contact his friend who was rather skilled at healing, but he had recently moved away so it was back to possibly being scammed and maybe even killed.* 'H-hey there, do you think you can heal this..?' *His voice was weak yet calm as he spoke, slowly revealing a large, deep abrasion that was surrounded by particles of dirt.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Amsu would begin to look over the wound, taking in the sight. It looked like something had to have scraped against it so quickly, that it took pieces of skin with it. Quite unsightly, but nothing a good healing touch couldn't fix! The neko turned away for a moment to fish out a piece of cloth and some water, to help clean the wound from the pieces of dirt and anything else that could possibly infect and later hinder this man's health.*\n\n\"It will hurt for some time, but most of the time the healing magic just accelerates the process of healing. People tend to forget to clean the wound, and it ends up that bits and pieces of non-fleshy stuff gets stick under the skin...! Rather bad, so I gotta clean it a bit while healing. Need anything to bite on while I do so?\"\n\n*His last sentence gave the man about five seconds to process what he said, before Amsu began to hold his bleeding arm's wrist to apply his `Healing Touch`. Slowly, he would also begin the process of cleaning up the wound with a cloth and some water. As new flesh was quickly grown from inside Lucil's body, blood and dirt was washed away via the cloth. The healing would likely finish in a few more moments, and Amsu could get some silver for his work!*\n\n`probably five mana used up, since it sounds like a moderate wound. 115 / 120.`"
},
{
"author": "sinnnowo",
"message": "*He gave Amsu a weary smile as he watched them study his wound and then prepare for the treatment, visually glad that he had found a trauma healer so quickly. He readied himself for the pain but since he was a bit of a pitiful man, he hissed softly. Nevertheless, his eyes hesitantly opened to watch the healing process, he had no problem with bloody and gross stuff.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*It was actually rather fast for the wound to close up and be fully healed, probably because of some special skill Amsu had on himself. Lucil's arm was as good as before he found himself getting injured, what a good day! Amsu was quite proud of his work, letting go of the man to clean the blood and dirt off the cloth in the small bucket of water.*\n\n\"There, you should be all good now. That was the only wound my magic could tell was on you, so just resting up and eating proper should complete your recovery. Apologies for asking right after, but would you like to pay today? It's just five silver, and if you can't pay at the moment it'll be fine... You can just return next time you need me.\"\n\n*Amsu nodded his head, wearing a prideful smile on his face. As he looked to the man, his amber and cyan eyes would do their best to remember his features. He's had quite a few people who weren't able to pay, but he didn't really care that much about those situations. It was half the reason why he lowered his prices for treatment, because he wanted to be accessible for more people... But still needed to pay for his house and other expenses. Which was why he did his best to remember them! If they tried to do it again, or if he saw them swindling other people, he would get them to pay up!!!*"
},
{
"author": "sinnnowo",
"message": "*His hand moved to his pouch of coins and quickly opened the hatch before grabbing out 6 silvers and handing it to Amsu. He didn't miscount or anything, he was just giving them a tip because he's a kind boi and he understood the healers struggle.* 'Thank you, heres your silvers.'"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*He nodded and put the six coins into his small backpack, satisfied with some of today's work. Of course, he'll be standing out for another good hour or two... But what mattered was he got at least five silver today! Nice... This person was also nice as well, as Amsu soon realized he gave him an extra silver!*\n\n\"Thank you for the extra pay, but you shouldn't make too much of a habit for that. Silver can be hard to come by on jobs that don't require you going out and risking yourself! I sort of make a living off that, of course, but it's bad when people can't get to healers in time...\""
},
{
"author": "sinnnowo",
"message": "'Its fine, my job gives me extra pay since I have to get my own supplies and ingredients for my work so one extra silver shouldn't be that bad.' *He smiled and gently rubbed his arm where his open wound once was. Lucil's job was a mix of a lot of things so he gets a comfortable pay once the jobs done.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Amsu's twin tails entwined with each other as his miss-matched eyes watched Lucil. He nodded while looking up at him, ears perked up. At least he didn't have to worry about this person, Amsu thought, before walking around the waist height crate to sit down on a stool. He'd then set his head down on his arm, propped up, while continuing to look at him.*\n\n\"That's nice. Just avoid getting hurt, as advice from the extra silver you've offered... If you can't though, I'll always be here around this time! Although if I have to see you again due to a injury, I could get rather cross!\"\n\n*He attempted to sound a bit playful or innocent while speaking, and his short stature and plump face possibly gave him aid in that attempt. He then cracked a small smile, his long tails beginning to sway and brush against each other after unwrapping themselves.*"
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{
"author": "Concord",
"message": "*Concord was lounging in the city's central plaza. This was its day off, and it was going to enjoy it, dammit. It ignored the stares of revulsion it received from the civilians around it, as it was quite used to it. It was unusual after all, even for a Zareth. Let them stare.*"
},
{
"author": "hauntingpenguin",
"message": "**Some civilians would start staring at another person. Alexander, he would be seen wearing a plague doctor outfit but with a hood on. He just finished a quest and finally found his way back to Salvainia after being lost for a bit.**"
},
{
"author": "Concord",
"message": "*Concord glances up, and an eye on the left side of its neck raises an eyebrow. It stands up, and slowly hovers over. It lands a few feet away, and clears its throat.*\n\"Excuse me, doctor. Is something wrong? Is there some sort of sickness afoot?\""
},
{
"author": "hauntingpenguin",
"message": "**Alexander would then halt, as he looked at Concord. He would then respond**\n\n\"None that I can think off, for now, no.\"\n\n**You realise something else, the 'doctor' is equipped with a katana, crossbow and a few throwing knives. Can't even tell if he is a doctor or not. In truth he has a secondary job as a doctor but he just finished a quest and haven't removed his weapons yet.**"
},
{
"author": "Concord",
"message": "\"Ah, I see. If you do not mind me asking, what brings you around here? You certainly do not seem like a... Traditional doctor. At least, I certainly hope those items are not surgical implements.\"\n*Several of its eyes blink with a sticking sound.*"
},
{
"author": "hauntingpenguin",
"message": "\"No no there not surgical implements, the implements are in my backpack. I was doing something else that require these weapons, all I can say is guarding a cart. I have another job other than a doctor. I am here to find somewhere to rest like a inn.\""
},
{
"author": "Concord",
"message": "\"I see. There are many fine establishments here in New Salvainia. If you wish, I could find you a place. I mean, if I am not intruding.\"\n*Concord rises once more into the air, its motionless wings spreading.*"
},
{
"author": "hauntingpenguin",
"message": "**Alexander would nod, you can tell of his expression due to the mask but he sounds glad to hear.**\n\n\"Great, mind if you can lead to me to an inn?\""
}
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{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "It was a sunny day, people toiling in the farms, some children playing outsides with those weird sticks and circular stuff. Damn kids and their toys, they don't understand the hardships the adults face! Said... Some medieval boomer. \n\nIt would feel like an ordinary day, the only thing strange about this specific farm being the loud chirps and squeaks in one specific plot of land. It was bordering a derelict looking farm house, which housed a mean looking lady on her squeaky, ancient rocking chair at the porch. She had a reputation in the town for being excessively old fashioned and hates anything cute. Sucks to work for someone like this. At least you get to get pet borbs?"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*A large looking fellow would slowly begin to walk towards the derelict looking farm house. The figure had four large and muscular arms, a tall stature and on one of his hands an even taller glaive with strange engravings of waves. His chest was bare the only part of his body being covered was his lower body with decorative armor having tattered and burnt red cloth to make it look more fancy and appealing looking. \n\nThis figure's name was Ardon who had recently seen the request for mercenaries to kill or capture these critters. He would happily take this job as he thought that it was an easy quest with fairly good pay and if he ever gets like one of those really bad sickness things then he can just use the potion he got from that nice man he helped!*"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "It was sunny day today, it really reminded Momo of home. He'd have to work long labor hours just like these farmers, *But luckily*, he made sure not to tan his skin in weather like this. Or at least even out the tans. Momo zoned out the children's blabber as he admired his own accomplishment of \" Skincare.\"\n\nThe loud chirps and squeaks from that one spot would itch at Momo's head enough to snap him out of this daydream. He focused back on walking himself to this farm. Apparently they needed some pest control although no one would want to take up the offer. Normally Momo wouldn't do this kind of thing but there wasn't any at New Sunlight he could do yet.\n\nUnfortunately the mean looking lady apparently didn't like cute things too. *Would she dislike Momo?* He straightened himself up, holding on to his spear. Today he equipped himself with his regular armor, a spear, a short sword, and a heater shield. \n\nHe walked over to the farm to see from the distance, the mean old lady in her rocking chair. *Great.* He started to sweat a bit under his armour, when he brought up his sleeve to wipe the streak of sweat he saw *A large shirtless muscular man* Already waiting. The sun bore down on Momo. *Was it just him or did it get hotter?* \n\nNervously, he quickly walked to catch up to the 4 armed hunk. He then bowed to the old lady, she looked grumpy but she was his employer. Momo avoided eye contact with who he presumed would be his quest partner today."
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Hello Ma'am! My name is Ardon Surfist and I am one of the mercenaries who saw your request to have these critters exterminated uhh can I ask where there are so we can start?\" *He would say politely to the woman as he gave him a smile and a wave with one of his extra hands. He tried to look over towards who he assumed to be his partner for this quest but it seems like they don't wanna talk right now so he would leave them be and instead focus on the lady on the rocking chair\n\nWhy does the lady look so mean?!? And kinda creepy with the really squeaky and old looking rocking chair. He doesn't really know her at all or know anything about the people in Salvainia but its never nice to judge people by how they look so maybe if they just get to know her alittle better they'll see how nice and great she really is!*"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "*He's charismatic too... Ugh why does Momo distract himself like this?*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "The woman shot the man a glare. She also shot the boy a glare. This look was much worse than... Someone Momo has met before. She even had a more pronounced and powerful aura. She wasn't a weak person. No doubt about it! \n\nWhen she spoke, it sounded like literal chalkboards crying... Or babies crying... Or something crying that caused a very uneasy feeling inside your tummy. She definitely didn't like talkative people. She didn't even return his wave. \n\n\"Just go capture them. I don't care. Bah, better yet, kill them. They annoy me\"\n\nShe said, pushing a paper towards the man with... A very aggressive movement. It had a drawing of the cute critters and... Well, a bounty for 10. Each capture costs 2g. Seems easy enough? You could practically hear them from here too!"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*Ardon would feel the powerful aura and take that as a sign that he should respect her. Not be afraid of her stomach curdling voice but just understand that she isn't a meek old woman, he would give a nod towards the woman* \"Thank you very much Ma'am! We'll do our best to get all these critters for you **Dead or alive**.\" *He said still with that same smile while taking the piece of paper examining it with a spare hand* \"Its a very nice drawing!\" *Ardon looked towards the farm house intensely as he began trying to listen to where the sound of the critters came from specifically*"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "*Harsh...* Her aura reminded Momo of someone, but who? \nMomo got slight chills, he shouldn't think about it. He leaned over to look at the paper handed to four arms. *Oh these are furrows.* Momo has heard of these birds normally eating the pests of farms and are generally scene in a positive manner. Perhaps their weren't enough natural predators in this area to continue the circle of life of and this is how the infestation occurred. \n\nWhile leaning over, Momo's face was close to not one but two of four arms biceps. He blushed, *Why did he not have a shirt on?!* \nHe quickly took a few steps backwards from four arms and continued to avoid eye contact. The large Titan then spews the classic nice guy lies. *So typical. But so cute.* Momo finally looks at four arms when he sees a big man just standing there listening for the sound, like a big dog staring off into space waiting for something. *Aw.*\n\n\"Are you daft? Can't you hear the loud chirps and squeaks coming from over there?\" Momo says with a pointed tone. Using his finger, he also points to the general area of where the chirps are coming from."
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Oh! Uhh I'm sorry I do get that alot from people but I'll do all I can to pull my weight in our small two person group.\" *He would glance towards the elven person before looking towards where they were pointing towards. Ardon was alittle embarrassed by what happened with him just staring off but in good news looks like they were going to be the brains of the operations! The large titan would look towards the person again* \"So umm should we go there now? Also can I ask what your name is? Mine's Ardon!\" \n\n*He didn't know much about what the critters were besides them looking like very cute little birds so he assumed that they were common in Salvainia and that it was a normal thing to have infestations like these in farm lands, slowly though he would start to notice that their partner didn't like looking at them. Did they not like him? Or did they do something that upset them?*\n\n*He felt like he over done it alittle with having his glaive out and being in what for him was \"Proper battle gear\" Considering that the job was just to capture or kill some cute little critters that didn't seem like they were very vicious or scary. They didn't even look like they could give a painful peck never mind a bite that would pierce armor*"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "*Why'd he respond so humbly!? A big Titans with four arms with a bigger heart?*\n\nMomo broke eye contact again to face the other way. \"Hmph... I'm Momo. Yeah let's go.\" *Momo is blushing, hopefully if Ardon notices he can blame it on the sun.*\n\nMomo begins to walk towards the chirping and expects Ardon to follow. *Wait why is Ardon becoming more and more like a big sweet dog?* \n\n\"So what're you're abilities Ardon?\" Momo calls back towards the Titan but still not facing him. Momo doesn't usually prefer talking to...*Intimidating* People but this was a job."
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*Quickly he'd walk over behind Momo just following him obediently indeed very similar to how a dog would when following their master* \"Momo? I like your name! Its fun and easy to say. Momo! Haha\" *He laughed alittle as he struggled to look at Momo properly because of all his avoiding. When asked the question about his abilities he took a second to think about it so he could properly tell them about what he can do* \"Well I can do this one thing where I focus really hard and make a big wave of water that pushes things away, I learned from copying fishes to make my skin go really hard like scales, oh oh! I also learned from my dad how to make this really bright ball of light that burns alot.\" \n\n*He didn't say it but it would be clear that Ardon had powerful upper body strength as his arms were large and powerful like tree trunks and on one of his hands the tall glaive was there shining from the bright sunlight* \"I can do this too! Its really cool!!!\" *He exclaimed as a bright halo would appear behind his back like a large ring emitting this really strong light. The way Ardon spoke about his abilities was like a child showing his friend all his toys, just his words were filled with enthusiasm and joy while speaking*"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "Momo forced himself to keeping on walking forward as Ardon commented on Momo's name. His voice was loud to the point of it sounding like a bellow. It should be annoying but why did it feel so comforting? Like a big comforting hug.\n\nMomo is entertained by the way Ardon spoke of his abilities, it was so cute. It was like bragging about the things you own but not because you want to show off but that you were just proud of it. It was something genuine and honest. \n\nEven with Ardon's warning, Momo is suddenly startled by the bright light emitting from behind him! He stops to turn around to Ardon and sees the bright halo behind his back. It was so bright Momo had to use his arm to help block the light from his eyes.\n\n*What was Ardon thinking? Who talks like that?...And why was this so funny?*\n\nMomo couldn't help but restrain a few giggles before finally bursting out into a laugh! He laughed at how absurdly outgoing Ardon is, and laughed at why he was so nervous before. Momo shouldn't think too much. \n\n\"Well sadly I don't think the water thing will do the trick here in these fields. And that giant halo might scare away the furrows but that doesn't really solve the problem.\" Momo tried to look at Ardon through the bright light. \"But that stone skin sounds useful. If the furrows turn aggressive, it'd help. Could you... Turn that halo off now?\" Momo says a slight chuckle and smile."
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Haha okay I will! It is kinda really bright.\" *He would say as the halo would stop emitting the bright light. He was alittle sad that some of his abilities weren't gonna be useful in the quest which made him frown slightly but he was happy that he was able to make Momo smile and laugh. That was the best thing that he could have done in their inter... Interac... Talking! \n\nArdon looked at Momo's smile as just a feeling of happiness washed over him as he saw it, he always liked it when he was able to make other people happy and he'd always try his best to do so. \"So umm Momo do you have an idea on how we can get these critters? I sort of thought like maybe I can try to drown them with my wave or wash them away but I don't wanna ruin Ma'am's fields cause I'm sure that'll upset her alot so I don't really know what to do now. Also if its okay with you I'd like to know more about you!\""
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "\"Hmmm,\" Momo puts a finger to his lips thinking about ideas for these critters. He tip toes around the grain field to hop back over to Ardon and now stands next time. \n\n\"Oh! My abilities?\" Momo feels a little shy cause his spells weren't as flashy as Ardon's. \"Well I know a lot of buff spells. Usually they'd be pretty good in supporting someone in fight but I doubt we would need most of my buffs here. Unless we decide to run or chase them. I also have a barrier spell and a healing spell.\" \n\nMomo shifts around a bit and feels crushed grains on the end of his boots. \n\"Oh!\" Momo knelt down to the fields. \"To be honest, I'd rather not kill those cute little things. I'm sure you've seen them around town as pets.\" Momo begins to play with the grains around him. \"Do you think we might be able to tame them with these?\" Momo looks back up to Ardon. *Ardon looked strong. Momo wondered if he could just sit on Ardon's shoulder. Or how would it feel to be carried by four arms.*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"I-I... Uhh I don't know. Here I an again being dumb and not knowing things\" *Ardon looked down on the ground not wanting Momo to see that he was really annoyed with himself for not knowing anything about these critters when he knew fully well that he had to capture or kill these things when he got here. He was significantly less loud than earlier* \"Ummm uhh w-what if we... No uuhhm if we could...\" *Ardon would do his best to think of ideas for what they could do but it was clear he would be having difficulties doing this. He was happy that Momo was now alot more open and entertained with the grains and just being alot more outgoing with him in general but why did he have to know so little?!?*"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "Momo frowns upon seeing Ardon become slightly dejected. \"Don't say that about yourself.\"\nMomo also took notice of Ardon struggling to speak or forcing himself to think of ideas. Maybe Momo wasn't clear enough in what he meant.\n\"I meant with these grains.\" Momo puts down his spear to pick out a handful of grains from the field. He gets back up and reaches to take one of Ardon's palms. He tries to place the grains in the palm, \"Maybe if we try offering them grains, they'll see us as friends? And if they turn out aggressive, you can use your stone spell to defend against their pecks. I have my barrier spell just in case. Worst case scenario we'll have to kill them or use your halo to scare them away.\""
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*Ardon looked down towards his hand seeing the grains on his palm, looked at them intently* \"Y-Yeah that's alot better of an idea Momo, you're really smart.\" *He was amazed at how fast Momo was able to make such a good plan even thinking of what to do when they're aggressive or in the worst case scenario. He was amazed at her and also really disappointed at himself for not even being able to think of an idea for what they could do* \"We should do your plan! But what if they get scared of me?\" *He whimpered out loud fearing that the furrows might be scared of his intimidating and large stature aswell as his four muscular arms that might be scary looking to the birds*"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "After placing the grains in his palm, Momo quickly *Snatches* Back his hand. \n\"Oh not really haha.\" Momo fiddles with his hair, he actually thought back to his first quest. It was embarrassing but there was a woman who thought outside of box, now she was smart.\n \nMomo almost didn't take Ardon's concern seriously. *Momo didn't find him scary at all... Well he was intimated for a different reason.*\n\nMomo thought for a second again and his face lit up with an idea! \"Maybe! If you use that defense spell, all 4 of your arms have grains, and you stand completely still the whole time, they might think you're a statue!\" Momo giggled at the thought of Ardon surrounded by peaceful furrows. He wanted to make the scene a reality!\n\n\"I think as long as we put down are weapons and take things slow, they won't see us as hostile.\" Momo wondered why he was so calm with this *Pest infestation* Or why he wanted to end it in a more peaceful manner. *Maybe it was petty spite against the old hag who would pretty seeing the furrows dead.*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*Ardon giggled at Momo's plan finding the idea of him pretending to be like a statue with grains on his hands to be cool and interesting* \"Haha yeah! That sounds like a really fun and cool idea Momo, lets do it!\" *Ardon really liked this Momo, the Momo that gave cool and fun ideas and is also really smart. It was outside the box, he just expected them to start trying to catch the furrows and kill them but this seemed like a much cooler idea, hearing that they didn't really need their weapons he would toss the weapon up and unsummon it. In the air the large glaive would begin turning into sea foam that slowly surrounded the two of them*"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "Momo smiled and continued to twindle his hair in response to Ardon's compliments. He didn't really know how to respond to compliments other than a nervous laughter. \nMomo knelt down again to pick up his spear, he wouldn't notice Ardon had unsummoned his weapon until all around Momo would be sea foam that enclosed the two of them! Momo admired how pretty the sea floam looked in the sun and grain field scenery. Naturally Momo stepped inwards to avoid disturbing the sea foam. Yet that just made him uncomfortably close to Ardon. Looking up at Ardon, like always because he is literally 9 feet, Momo could more clearly see the Titan's face. The way the sea foam dissipated around them, the way the sunlight hit Ardon, and by a stroke of luck the wind had picked up. He was incredibly handsome. **Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap**\n\nMomo pushed himself away from Adron. Why did time feel so slow just that second? Was it just Momo or was it starting to feel suffocating! \n\"Oh by the patheons look at the time we are wasting! The furrows must be eating all the fields while we're just *Here* Haha. Uh let's go! Pal! Buddy! Uh. If you're free hands are free grab a lot of grains too...\" Momo quickly spun around while he said all this and uses one hand to yoink up a handful of grains as well. He then starts to quickly traverse through the grain field and towards the chirping again!"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Oh! Uhh okay then! I'll get a bunch of grains\" *With his multiple arms Ardon would begin to quickly gather handfuls of grain in each of his hands after which he'd quickly rush up behind Momo. When they were really close together the titan had never really realized how cute the little elf was, just the way he acted near him was a nice change of pace. But he didn't know why he pushed himself away from him, did he do something wrong without realizing it? Oh jeez what if he was upset of all the seafoam or maybe it was something else like... He was really smelly! Oh no maybe that's it, he didn't wear armor for his upper body cause getting clothes for a person with 4 arms specifically is really hard to get so he must smell of sweat or something. He turned alittle red from embarrassment as he got the thought*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "The field was your generic field. It was covered in a sea of grains, and a sea of... Of course, g r o u n d. If they were knowledgeable about the animals, they would know where to look. Of course, there already were some above ground, scampering about and eating the insects and animals that get near, but those were a rare occurrence.\n\nThere were many places they can hide. There are some tiny holes that burrowing animals make, there are tiny pebbles, and there are the tres. They are in the t r e e s! They should be able to track them by the chirps... But are those the only things they are going to encounter?"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"So Momo ummm do I just like sit here and let them come to me or do I come to them?\" *He asked the elven figure as he held the grains on his hands confusingly not knowing what to do. He wasn't sure if their plan was gonna work but he trusted Momo and his plan knowing that he's smart so it must be a full proof thing!*"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "\"Hmm, I actually forgot that wild furrows are good hiders.\" He says with slight embarrassment. *Damn, maybe the statue plan wasn't going to cut it.*\nMomo scans over the field once more. There would be many areas for a furrow to hide, but in a plain generic field such as this, these birds don't have many options. \"Sorry, it must be annoying to have to hold those grains the whole time. There are still some grains here the birds haven't eaten, we can put them in a pile over here for now.\" Momo bends over to place down his spear and gestures for Ardon to place the grains next to it.\n\"I think at the very least we'll need one handful. It might be hard to find them but if they're in a field like this, they could only hide in either the trees, rocks, or small burrows.\" *Oh Furrow and burrow rhymed.* \"Let's split and follow their chirps. If we find one, we'll try feeding them these grains. Slowly.\""
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Its fine Momo I'm used to holding alot of thing \"Oh umm okay then I'll just put all of these here\" *He would say as he placed three of his hand full of grains next to the spear and then began to split off from Momo looking in the field for rocks or small burrows that Furrows might live in while holding out the hand filled with grain* \"Furrows! Furrows! I have some nice grain for you! I'm sure you'd like it alot!\" *Ardon would say musically like when you're looking for someone or like a dog or something. He was kind of disappointed that they wouldn't be able to do their first plan but its fine and while not as fun or funny it works*"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "Momo was amused again by Ardon's authenticity. Momo hoped the birds would enjoy it too. Since Ardon is searching the rocks or small burrows, Momo grasps his own handful of grains and searches the trees."
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "Momo would not have much luck, the birds not usually taking to the trees to hide. They are, of course, flightless! \n\n~~H~~Ardon would find better luck, his first hole holding a small Furrow! If he offered it food, it would take a sniff, immediately eating it. It was small, probably smaller than his hand... But it was surely affectionate! It rubbed up against his leg, the bird returning back to its burrow to get something\n\nIt later returned with a small silver coin, pushing it towards the Titan. It wants to be friends!"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Aww!! Hello little guy! Thank you for the coin! Do you want some more?\" *With a hand he'd pick up the furrow and with another hand he'd grab some more grain to feed the Furrow while another hand just began softly petting and caressing the bird's fur. He had a big goofy grin on his face as he giggled alot from making a new friend!* \"Are we friends now? You're such a nice furrow! What's your name?\" *He said as he began trying to look for more furrows to get. Besides the clownfish he got when he was a young lad that he freed into the sea he had never had a pet before so this was a very new experience! Since he had also never interacted with a furrow before this, they seemed so nice that Ardon didn't know why the Ma'am could have possibly wanted them gone from her farm!*"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "\"Ugh.\" Momo grunts to himself. He looked around the trees but to no avail, not even the small holes in the tree where a small animal could reside in had any luck. Looking back to see how Ardon is doing, it seems he was successful in finding one! *Lucky bastard,* Momo playfully thought to himself. It seems they were having a conversation too, *Cute.*\n\nMomo walks to a separate area from where Ardon was to search for more rocks and burrows as well. With Nature's Boon, Momo is *Actually* Able to have a conversation with these creatures. Hopefully, that'll prove useful to taming them. Momo thought of the idea of being able to tame more furrows than Ardon. *If Momo came back with the rest of the furrows, would Ardon compliment him again?* Momo got a little giddy at the idea and began to search more thoroughly."
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "The Furrows were flightless, so if he were to check on the ground, he would find some. He'd find one sitting under a tree, chewing on some insects and fruits it stole from a tree. Yummy food! \n\nIt did notice Momo, looking at him for a moment. He didn't seem to cast it, so the bird approached him with... Well, a chirp. A curious chirp. They were definitely going to be here for a long time...\n\nThe bird offered the boy a piece of the fruit. Looks like an Apple... It was chewing on an apple!"
},
{
"author": "plague0886",
"message": "*Ardon would just continue to look for the little furrows while keeping the one he already had close to him. Sure for another person one might think that this creature was 2 gold but for him while yes he did partially do it for the money he was doing this cause he loved seeing the joy on people's faces when he helped them aswell as he just likes the animals and the idea of someone killing them just cause they were living their life was kinda really sad*"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "*Awww,* Momo becomes enamored by the adorable little creatures. He bends down to get on the same level as the furrow, it had offered him an apple! Momo wondered why furrows were so open to friendship. *Maybe for survival?* \n\nUnsure of what to do, but hopefully this was the right decision, Momo smiles and uses his free hand to take the apple. He takes a bite out of and opens the other palm of grains in front of the furrow. \"Thank you! Care to join me?\" He hoped the grains would be a sufficient enough trade or as a sign of friendship!"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "Momo gained a new friend! It feels that gifting something to someone makes them your friend! It chirped happily, grabbing a cool stick from inside the hole. It wasn't a stick... It was an elk horn shard! It looked useable for pendants. The bird offered it to Momo, with a muffled Chirp. It wanted to be friends with him.\n\nMeanwhile, Ardon wouldn't have much luck with finding more Furrows. It was also getting somewhat dark. They probably wouldn't be running about right now. But... They will be in their holes! Or would they...?"
},
{
"author": "plague0886",
"message": "\"Hey do you think you could lead me to some more of your friends? I have some... Oh! I have some jerky with me!\" *Taking his bag he would being to rifle through it until he found his rations that were just some hardtack, cheese, dried meats and some nuts. He would take some jerky from there and give the furrow a big piece while he continued looking near the ground where the rocks and burrows were. For him darkness wasn't much of a problem as he was able to see when he held his glaive or if he decides to activate his halo*"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "An elk horn shard! Who knew furrows would have such presents? Momo gratefully took the shard but didn't have any pockets to put it into. *Ugh, he keeps forgetting to actually bring his backpack.* For now, Momo stuffs the shard in his boot. It was a little uncomfortable, but it'll work for now. Momo reaches out his hand further, \"Hop on?\" He asks the furrows.\n\nPresumably, if the furrow sets itself on Momo's arm or climbs to rest on his shoulder, Momo would feed the furrow grains as he continued looking elsewhere. He'd walk back to his spear, place the apple next to it, and continue looking elsewhere. Ardon was looking through his bag and having a talk with the furrow. *This was starting to feel less like pest control and more like diplomacy.*\n\nIt was starting to get dark, at this rate they might not be able to track all the furrows. Hopefully, if they do happen to use Ardon's halo, it wouldn't scare off the remaining birds."
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{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "Ardon's pet Furrow, who seems to be intensely intrigued about the man's physique, ignored the jerky, instead, hopping on for the ride! They are known to ride their companions into battle... Or adventures! \n\nMeanwhile, Momo's Furrow would seem to think about it, eventually hopping on with a happy, sort of relieved chirp. It happily chewed on the grains, and they were free to do what they needed to do. \n\nAt this point, they'd notice a Fesnyng (group) of Furrows in the distance. They weren't like your ordinary ones. No no no! They were causing havoc on the farm! They were literally eating the plants. Both of the Furrows friendly to them (the players) would audibly express their disgust to the other Furrows."
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "Momo would be relatively near Ardon when they spotted the Fesnyng! He notices the disgust their furrows have against the ones wrecking havoc. *If they scare those furrows away, will their friendly furrows be okay with that?* Momo would keep that in mind if diplomacy didn't work.\n\nMomo catches up to Ardon and puts down the handful of grains on the pile. \"I'll hold onto your furrow for now,\" He says trying to signal to the bird to come over to him. \n\n\"Let's go try talking to them. We can do the statue plan! Sorta. Fill up your hands with grain or food. Stand in front, offer them the food, and be my bodyguard while i try to talk to them. Hopefully they're friendly. Last resort is using your halo to scare them away from the field. Lead the way and I'll be right behind you.\""
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*Ardon would let his nice little furrow to go on with Momo while he nodded listening intently towards his plan* \"Okay! I'll just go get food from my rations.\" *Ardon would quickly get some hardtack, grains, dried meats and nuts on all four of his palms and slowly walk over towards the cult of furrows before just kneeling on the ground and doing his best not to move. He left his palms wide and open while he also keeping his arms low so the animals could scurry and climb on him to get to the higher places very much like a living cat condo errr Furrow Condo?*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "They were definitely not friendly! Not at all. In fact, the moment the two were in sight, the Fesnyng hissed and squacked at the group, eventually charging at them, trying to nip, bite, and scratch the two. There were in all, 4 Furrows in that group. \n\nThey definitely are the issue makers. They weren't the friendly ones. Maybe they are strays? Or maybe they are rabid! Rabid furrows tend to be horrible pets. They bite and try to rip skin off!"
},
{
"author": "plague0886",
"message": "*Ardon would stand his ground and begin to cast* **Scaled Skin** *Letting his body slowly begin to become surrounded in this scale like substance that covered his entire body. The scales looked hard and slightly metallic, this would protect him from all the nipping, biting and scratch that the furrows would do to him. He wanted to let all the Furrows focus on him and not Momo cause he didn't want him to get hurt and unlike him he didn't have any scales to protect him so he will!* \"Hey! Please furrows! We just wanna talk to you guys we don't want to hurt you please!\" *He pleaded to the little flightless birds once again trying to offer them the foods he had on his hands*\n\n```60/80 Mana```"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "\"You fucking piece of shits-\" Unlike Ardon, Momo didn't have the same patience for these kinds of strays! *Are these the birds the old lady was grumpy about? Momo would be too!*\n\nMomo uses one arm to hold their furrows close to him while using the other hand to cast Project Ward in a dome around himself. He had positioned himself behind Ardon, but cast Project Ward just in case. \n\nLuckily, they wouldn't have to worry about the furrows running away if the birds came to them. \"Forget talking! Grabs those little fuckers!\" Ardon has four arms, and there are four birds! *If Momo wasn't so angry, he'd feel flattered to be protected by Ardon.*\n\n`Cast Project Ward for 10 mana. 140/150`"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "It wasn't effective. The smooth talking and the gifts at least. They kept trying to nip and bite at the titan, deducing that Momo wasn't a worthwhile target. In fact, they all decided that ganging up on the titan would be a better idea! They weren't exactly that powerful. She probably could be grabbed really easily and squished if Ardon decided so.\n\nMeanwhile, the Furrows around Momo (the good boios) would continue Hissing at the other birds!"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Oh... Okay then\" *Ardon would say sadly as his four large hands would quickly begin trying to grab all of them while also dropping all the food he had on his hands. He didn't understand why these furrows didn't like him, did he do something wrong to them to? Did they not like it when he offered them food? Was it something they hated to eat? Those were the thoughts running through the Zerith's head as he tried catching the little flightless birds, his face even had a sad expression while he did this. If only he could talk to them and ask them why they're so angry then he would have done his best to make them feel better! Momo was angry too... Every body was just angry!!!!*"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "*Fucking I can't fly bird asses*, Momo casts **Psionic Speed onto Ardon**. That should make it easier to catch these shits! Momo would feel bad as Ardon dropped the rations he had taken out from his own bag. Could that still be fed to their own pet furrows? \n\n`Cast Psionic Speed for 15 mana. 125/150. Project Ward 1 turn left`"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "All the birds, amounting to four would be caught. They were easy to catch. If you get them by their tail, they are harmless! They were all hissing at Ardon, but the combat was over.\n\nMeanwhile, in the distance, they'd see the rest of the Furrows running off. Seems like they heard the commotion and ran off! Intelligent buggers. \n\nThey won't be getting any furrows then! Since it was practically the end of the quest, I'll leave you all with this. \n\n```\nQuest is FIN! \n0.5UP per Person\n8g per person.\n1 pet Furrow per person. \nThe gifts the Furrows gave you```"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "Well. Here we are now. The old lady had promptly given them their rewards and kicked them off her fields! Now they were both just *There* At the outer edge of the farms. Momo holds onto his spear while his pet furrow rests upon his shoulder. \n\"...\" \nMomo awkwardly stands there next to Ardon. *What is he supposed to say to him? Good job! Have a good night! Bye!* For Momo, it felt like an uncomfortable silence he didn't know how to break. Or maybe he didn't want to break it. If they started to speak and said their farewells, would that mean they'll just be strangers?...Momo becomes distracted and deep in thought thinking about this. *Why did he care if they would be strangers or not?*"
},
{
"author": "plague0886",
"message": "\"So... That was really fun right? Well maybe not the whole mean furrows thing but both of us have three new friends now!\" *Ardon spoke happily as he began placing his 8 gold on his coin pouch feeling very accomplished about everything! He had a new Furrow friend which was great too! He was also friends wit Momo! But is Momo annoyed with him? He isn't talking to Ardon which means that he must have done something wrong?! He walked close to Momo and asked in a concerned tone* \"Hey Momo did I do something wrong? Are you okay?\""
}
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{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "The wind had picked up, its fingers combed through Momo's hair. The gentleness of this action contradicted Ardon's own heart personality. \n\nArdon was right, Momo never expected a pest infestation to be as pleasant as it was today. What made it so entertaining? Was it the old lady? Was it their new friends like Ardon said? Honestly, Momo already knew the answer. But the wind used its knuckle to keep tapping against Momo's head; it wanted Momo's to juggle more and more excuses. \n\nThe wind dispersed quickly when Ardon approached Momo with his question. Yet again, the Titan loomed over the small elf.\n\nA sensation suddenly flushed Momo's rosy cheeks, a feeling akin to when cold hands press against your face. It was the wind again. \n\n\"Oh! You didn't do anything wrong! I just,\" The wind twiddled with Momo's hair again, \"I just don't like having to keep looking up at you!\" Using Grace, he braces himself and his furrow companion for a moment, before hovering three feet above the ground. The furrow would be delighted.\n\nMomo would almost be on the same level as Ardon. \"So... What're you going to do now?\" \n\nTheir faces now only gravitate a fair amount of inches away from each other. Momo was compelled to lean in forward, almost as if someone had been pushing him to be closer to Ardon. It must be the wind again."
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Oh I'm sorry if I'm too tall for us to talk properly if you want I-\" *Ardon would say before he saw that Momo was now floating much closer to him! He gave a bellowing laugh as they both were now able to look at each other face to face!\n\n\"I was going to offer you to ride on my shoulders but you can fly too!!!\" *It started to get fairly windy while Ardon was thinking of what to do now that he's finished the quest and its so late* \"I-I was thinking of going to a tavern to celebrate. Would you like to go out with me there? Oh! I mean not like **Go out** Go out but like go in there? But that means like that we're going inside not going out cause we're already outside...\" *This continued on for a bit as Ardon's face blushed a light shade of red. He really did want to take Momo to the inn if she wanted to aswell but he was just didn't know how to say it properly. \n\nThe big oaf felt the wind push him alittle bit closer to Momo he didn't know how the wind did it but it did now their faces were only seperated by a couple of inches but he was to scared to make a move*"
},
{
"author": "Momo Chabashira",
"message": "Normally, Ardon's fumbling of the words *In and out* Would make soft giggles escape Momo. Yet the thickness in the air didn't let Momo act normally. *What was Ardon's question? In and out?*\n\"I think...\" Momo's face crept **In** Closer, begging for a-\nAnd then Momo finally snapped back **Out** Of it. Once Momo had leaned in, the furrow had fallen off his shoulder! \n\nWith paternal instincts, Momo swooped in to catch the furrow mid air. \"Oh crap! I'm so sorry!\" The furrow appeared to be fine; although now it was in a grumpy mood. Momo's eyes returned back to Ardon, and he could take a clear look at Ardon's expression. A tint of pink that seemed to fade into his red hair and a dazed stare like a dog waiting for a treat. It was an expression that embraced Momo with an unfamiliar warmth. *An emphasis on unfamiliar.* \n\n\"I think!\" Using Ardon's chest, Momo pushed himself to float a few feet away. \"I have to go to *My* Inn! *Haha.* Before it gets,\" His finger points to the sky, \"All dark you know? Have fun! At the tavern!\" Momo concludes by ceasing the magic, letting himself back down to quickly jog more distance between them. But before he left, he turns back to look at Ardon. Only a simple simper was left for Ardon as a goodbye. \n\nThe darkness finally set in and it completely shrouds the pathway Momo had just left. He returned back to the artificial city lights of New Salvania. \nSilhouettes bustle past one another, minding their own business and taking care of their own nightly agendas. Momo slips into this crowd to return back to his inn, becoming another face you pass by on the street to never remember again. \n\nMomo and Ardon were strangers just like this. Accidentally bumping into each other, apologizing, and eventually move on. That's all there was to it. The only problem was; Momo was missing the last step."
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"O-Oh okay then... Goodbye\" *Ardon looked towards the leaving Silnaro his face having a sad, disappointed expression and his shoulders slumped from the heavy feeling in him that was just there weighing down. He really wanted to spend more time with Momo get to know them in a more relaxed and non professional setting but it didn't seem like Momo wanted that\n\nHe looked towards his little furrow buddy taking his large finger and caressing the top of its head as he forced a smile. He so badly wanted to run up to them and just say wait please stop don't you want to talk more? He just couldn't, instead when Momo was almost out of view his usually loud and bellowing voice spoke softly* \"Where's your inn?\" *He felt another strong gust of wind just blow past him, his crimson red hair moving gently as he began walking towards the tavern.\n\nWhile walking he just couldn't help but think that he let a large catch go back into the sea. That he just let Momo leave and that they might have changed their entire life if he hadn't let go! He just let her leave why?!? Soon Ardon neared the hustling and bustling city of New Salvania where once he entered the inn he just began drinking. The Titan contemplated alot while drinking, just staring out into the busy street lit by lanterns as the name Momo just repeated over and over his head*"
}
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{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "```4 Days before the Banquet```\n\nThe group found themselves given a letter by a well put together man or woman dressed in a thick golden and embroidered doublet and breeches. A nobles herald eh? They would find that it was written personally by a noble they have never heard of. Well, it's not that they have never heard of them, but they simply just forgot to put their name down on the spot that specifically read out as \"𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 -.\" It seemed they were being summoned as the selected four to participate in a banquet as they needed a sort of show off device, or at least something to show their power to the other nobles. Poor person probably feel threatened because they can't be like everyone else with their excessive amounts of gold and clothing! At least... That was what was indicated by the letter. This person overall just feels like a fun person to be around, at least when you aren't trying to have a normal countryside life! The letter also said something about having to get together with your partners and get to know each other. They have been kind enough to supply the group one of their extra cottages off in the forest to do exactly that! It was a long walk from New Salvainia to the outskirts of the forest, but they were able to find their way there. There was another Herald standing there, this time, dressed in a dark green garment. Once they approached, the man opened up his sheet, nodding to himself and opens the door for the gang. Once inside, they would find themselves welcomed by a warm lunch of roasted beef, mash, beef pies, and of course, broccoli! There were 4 chairs, so it would seem they are expecting 4 people too. There was obviously enough food for at least five! At this current moment, they would have arrived 4 days before the banquet, expected to get to know each other in two, arriving at the manor in the afternoon, where they would be fitted and taught what was needed to know to blend in with the crowd. Of course, that and find their mission!"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~I guess I will start, since everyone else dead~~"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Dillion sits down, wearing golden brown tunic, along with his gold jewellery along his arms and white hair. Once he sits down he pours himself a drink of beer, after gulping in down he pours himself another clearly uncomfortable. His pet chocolate would be rolled up on his shoulder even more shy then dillion*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Amsu looked around the house, rather intrigued by all the fancy stuff in the cottage. Although it wasn't as comfy looking like his own home, there was a certain feel about it that let him know the noble guy behind all this did have gold to spend... Maybe this pretending to be lords thing would be fun? Of course he knew that the possible large crowds of nobles could spook him into not wanting to do anything, but he guessed he could take this time to try and get used to being in the presence of multiple strangers at once.*\n\n*After thinking to himself about all this for a minute, Amsu snapped back to reality and waltzed over to the table. He'd sit down in the free chair opposite of the golden man, taking some time to look over the food before eating up some roasted beef. It took some time for him to notice that golden man and his pet seemed to be rather nervous... Hmm... Maybe he should do something about that!*\n\n\"Heyo! My name's Amsu, what's yours?\" *He smiled, the twin tails behind his back brushing up against each other as he politely waved. Multi-coloured eyes would attempt to connect with Dillion's gaze as he greeted him... Amsu doing his best to keep a soft and gentle look.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"Dillion\" *He said while helping himself to third drink of beer, he then gestured to the rolled up snake on his shoulder* \"This is chocolate we're not good with lots of people\""
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Ralki would sit down on a chair, fiddling with her fingers waiting. She wouldn't look that fancy, but it wasn't something that couldn't be fixed of course. Not a peep would be heard from Ralki as she would be too busy thinking about stuff, which is strange for her. Honestly this job will be super fun for her, she gets to meet nobles and stuff, also acting fancy is also great!*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Well it's nice to meet you! I can partly relate on being nervous, the party is going to be rather difficult if this noble has a lot of people he needs to speak to... But for right now, it'll just be us four! Try to lighten up and have some good down time with everyone!\"\n\n*Amsu then noticed that Ralki had came in and sat down at the table. The woman seemed to be messing about with her fingers, not saying anything and just staring into nothing... Maybe she was the same as this DIllion character?*\n\n\"How about you?\" *He said, turning over to Ralki.* \"My name's Amsu, his is Dillion, and he has a little snake named Chocolate! Don't be too shy, we're supposed to get to know each other apparently, and I haven't bitten anyone since three years ago!\"\n\n*He seemed rather happy about his statement, smiling as he waited for a response. His ears would have been perked up at this point, as he was somewhat enjoying getting to meet people like they were being shoveled in through a conveyer belt. It was just one more person after this! They must have been a tiny bit late, what a shame...*"
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{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Dillion couldn't help but smile at his child like words and actions* \"I'm not shy, just don't like people unless I'm drunk, then I really like people\" *He made a vulgar joke as the beer took effect. It's clear he's in denial of his only shyness*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "\"Heyo Amsu! Hi Dillion! The name's Ralki the Master Potter... Which while it may seem rather boastful for me to say it, it's likely true\" *The statement about being a master isn't a lie in the least, she could make ceramics that could sell for a lot of silver due to their beauty.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"I've never heard of you, what a potter?\" *He said tilting his head. He talks another drink then pouts at fact he's completely empty, his fort tongue he scousers the deepest area of the mug for every drop*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Ralki scoffs for a moment,* \"Well apparently selling my pots for a couple silver pieces is acceptable for many people, a value I think shows my skills.\" *Gosh Dillion ticked Ralki off with that statement, 'I never heard of you, what a potter?' is simply disgraceful for her. It'd be fine if he just said that he never heard of her, but then adding 'what a potter?' like she's not worthy of the title!*"
}
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{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~okay lemme post now~~\n\n*Amsu had really been minding his own business while the other two were talking to each other... He knew the basics of people who made pottery, but his main goal was to get the two of them talking. To which he seemingly succeeded, as they were going ahead and conversing with each other! The Dillion character seemed to no longer be shy of the situation, maybe because of the few drinks he took out of his alcohol? All Amsu really cared about was that there wasn't really a awkward silence anymore... And that their fourth compatriot wasn't showing up any time soon. A real shame, honestly.*\n\n\"Well it's good to see you two are getting nice and talkative, this whole party at a noble place shouldn't be too hard if you keep going on like this. We'll have to be doing this kind of stuff but to more strangers, if we want to impress them for the man who hired us!\"\n\n*He shared a rather empty smile, more for lightening the mood than him actually being happy at the moment.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"Good point, chocolate go look around for any naga just in case\" *Chocolate with a quick nod dashes away to scout the party* \"Now where should i start... Hmmm\""
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "\"How has your day gone so far?\" *Ralki would ask Dillion, since he had no clear idea on what to talk about. Sure, Ralki's question was certainly weak, but at least it was something to discuss. Hopefully another topic will present itself, so that there wouldn't be any awkward silence because of the fact that they had nothing to talk about.*"
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{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~honestly, I'd rather we start the actual quest now or get a new person to cover for kaori then start the actual quest~~"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "\"OF course of course, so... How was your day, Amsu?\" *Again since she had nothing to talk about this was the best option. Ralki isn't the most creative when it comes to questions, it's always 'can you tell me stories of your adventuring?' or 'how are you?', it's fine of course but she could stand to be a little better, y'know?*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "Seems like their 4th person has come. There was a knock on the door, it suddenly creaking open as a... Very attractive young lady peered in. She seemed a bit nervous, eventually building enough courage to enter. What's this? An Oriate? She had jet black hair and beautiful golden eyes. She also had the ears befitting of a well bred Kitsune. Fluffy with the white fluff inside. Of course, a Kitsune wouldn't be complete without a massive and fluffy tail. That tail was also jet black, but had a pure white tip. She surely was perfect for being fluffed. Who wouldn't want to fluff her?\n\nShe seemed to be noble of origin. She wore a fancy dress, which contrasted with her black hair. A white dress embroidered with shiny gold strings. Plus, it fit her personality well. A shy girl in a very... How would I phrase this... Modest dress? It was modest for the Nobles at least. This dress would be like couch change to them. \n\nThe girl bowed to the group, speaking out in a very quiet, yet pretty voice. It was smooth like milk... Or something. Smooth like velvet? Yes, that was it. It was smooth like velvet. She has been raised well. Wonder who she was. \n\n\"H-Hello I a-am Lady S-Su. I am h-here to fill in for the 4th person of your g-group. I hope I am to y-your liking\"\n\nShe said, bowing to the group again. Seems like Amsu wasn't alone with being the only Oriate of the group. Now... This was an interesting turn of events. A lady among a band of mercs? How would this pan out? Pans are nice. Do you think they have them here? Probably"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Dillion razed a eye brow curious and suspicious* \"We've get a alcoholic, a cheerful fox, a master of pottery. You'll fit right in... But I would like to know why you want to join us\" *He said this as he adjust his golden bracelets\""
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~I was reading, silence mortal~~\n\n\"Hello! Nice to meet you, Su. I'm Amsu. The nice man here is Dillion, and the nice lady is Ralki! Don't worry about- Oop.. The snake is gone.. Do you know how to find your little snake, Dillion? Do you have a tiny leash? Summon spell? It could scare people if they see Chocolate all by themselves...\"\n\n*Amsu had pointed to each person at the table, but then looked confused and started looking around for the snake he mentioned. Ducking under the table for a few moments, he'd soon realize that Chocolate had scurried off somewhere, sighing and sitting straight up in his chair. The twin tails behind his back coiled around each other slowly as he looked back at the Kitsune, mismatched eyes looking her over. He liked the colors, black and white with a gold accent... Cute. Amsu's own clothes were as basic as they could get, a light brown hemp shirt underneath a darker brown waistcoat. ~~With matching trousers, of course!!~~*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Ralki would extend her arm to shake Lady Su's hand,* \"Hello!\" *Ralki doesn't see people this fancy much, so seeing Lady Su surprised Ralki a little bit. But hey, shaking hands is always a good thing to start of with, so...*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"We have a close bond if I call his name he'll come back, he's just on a A scouting mission\" *He looks uncomfortable and sits up* \"I'll give you some peace\""
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{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "The girl nodded, glad that they would accept her in their group. In reality, her father, who hired them in the first place, needed someone suitable to be the 4th member and... Well... How would I phrase this. Teach them, clothe them, and rest them. Basically that. I'm quite too tired to phrase this how I would usually phrase it. \n\n\"It is my father's wishes that I work and prepare you all for the banquet.\"\n\nShe said, shaking the... Very very aggressively friendly Ralki. Lets hope Ralki doesn't say anything bad for the banquet. That would be most bad if she did."
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~guess I'll go first~~\n\n\"I'm looking forward to this entire thing! We just have to act sophisticated and make a good impression on all the nobles, right? Shouldn't be too hard... Ralki is a very good pot maker and Dillion has a nice pet snake. Although, it'd be nice to uh, learn how to do all the fancy things I see some nobles do.\"\n\n*Amsu watched the two shake hands, it was nice that they were getting along. As he said, Amsu was going to try and enjoy this rather rare occasion to interact with a bunch of nobles on the same footing. Maybe he could impress people with some things his mother taught him... Like cards! She taught him how to do some fancy things with a deck of cards when he was young, stuff his mother learned from going out to the bizarre from time to time. It was rather exciting to Amsu, so he sat there and let out a smile... Still watching Ralki and Su.*"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"I'm fully prepared i even wore a damn shirt\" *He tugged at his shirt annoyingly* \"These things are a pain to were how do you do it\" *Waiting for a answer he looks of to crowd sighing a more depressed sigh* \"Banquet, nobles. Let's hope this won't turn into a nightmare again\""
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{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Ralki doesn't have much to say, so she keeps to the corner... It may very well be possible she knows she'd blow all covers had if she were to talk at all, it's relatively reassuring to know that Ralki can keep her mouth shut. Of course she couldn't be silent all the time so she still needs to learn a few noble mannerisms, because lets face it, Ralki doesn't have the most mannerisms, though she can be a very good wine snob which could help.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "She nodded to the others, giving Dillion an inquisitive look. What exactly did she mean with 'nightmare?' oh and we can't forget about the 'again' part. Has she done this before? If so, she feels that she can rest a bit on Dillion. Surely she would have some experience with these kind of things. \n\nIn the end, she didn't question. She let the snake person keep their secrets to themselves as it... Wasn't important for what was to occur in a few days time. In fact, the most important... Well, issue, would be the fact that none of them are Macens. Was Ralki a macen? Lady Su can't tell... \n\nShe just... Remained standing for the duration of this interaction, most likely... Being shy in social interactions. That would prove... Not exactly good for them in this situation."
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Chocolate scurried out of the crowd move up dillion back to his shoulder* \"So now that we're all introduced what should we do, I'm sure we all didn't come here to chat\" *He looks at Su well more like staring at her... He must have noticed the look. He chuckled waiting for a answer*"
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{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "The girl gave a nod at Dillion. They were indeed just here to chat. The carriage was not to arrive until the next day.\n\n\"Well, today is simply just getting to know each other to a degree before the banquet.\"\n\nShe said, just... Plainly answering his question. Strangely enough, she had no accent! A plain... No accent... Person."
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"So we'll be sleeping together Great... You're a noble right?\" *He sighs again sounding annoying*"
},
{
"author": "Lady Su Lea Elizabeth Wulfstrechtanlichnichtfellecht of Actus",
"message": "The girl nods. She was indeed a noble. Why did that matter though? That, and why did Dillion sound so... Aggravated? Hmmmm did she anger Dillion?"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"It's best to try and not get too upset over it.. If we all know some things about each other, it should be easier to keep our cover up. We're being paid to pass for nobles, so let's learn as much as we can today!\"\n\n*Amsu interjected himself into the conversation, since Dillion seemed like he didn't want to be here for as long as they were supposed to. He seemed rather nice, but I suppose even nice people can get annoyed... Although Amsu didn't really get why. His tails wagged side to side as he turned to Su, smiling.*\n\n\"While we all have the time, how about you give us some suggestions? As I mentioned, I\n can't really do any fancy dances that well... I wasn't taught by anyone.\""
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"I can't really dance with a tail but i wouldn't worry about be unable to dance it doesn't really matter anyway. I prefer to sleep alone i don't even sleep with chocolate. I'm going to look around\""
}
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{
"author": "Lady Su Lea Elizabeth Illa Alastair Wulfstrechtanlichnichtfellecht of Actus",
"message": "The girl nodded to the snake person. Everyone has gone silent innit? What else can she really do here..."
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "\"Mind showing me around, I mean unless you have something else to do\" *It seems he was curious about her and his place or he was bored*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Ralki doesn't know what to do... She had already asked all the questions she could... Honestly she isn't the most fancy person in the world, maybe taking upon this request was a bad idea... Perhaps, she will still try her best. Right now she's working with mud to make a pot, which seems to be going beautifully.*"
}
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{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "1 - Manor to get your clothes\n\n2 - The actual event cause there really isn't much to do here"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~tbh actual event would be nice~~"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "It was an event. There were people pouring into the banquet hall, which seemed to be very well lit. It seemed that this place was quite well made. Polished and cleansed... Beautiful paintings of... A family of what seemed to only be Oriates and Macens. Well... More of Oriate and Macens. Seems like Ms Su... Or as she would rather be called, Sulea, was an adopted child. That means, she is not allowed to take the position of Heir... That's sad isn't it? But then again... That's the nature of the convoluted mess called Blood stuff and... Other stuff that I don't even want to come close to describing. Anyways, yes, the place practically reeked of being rich and wealthy. Only the most high quality building materials and decorations used in this building. What else can you say? Even the windows look posh. Polished wood, high quality shutters that... Seem to also be made of Purpleheart and Blackwood. Where does one get this much money and when can I do it. Cause god damn, they are rich! Nothing screams richness than... A mansion. \n\nAnyways, the group found themselves in the thick of it, dressed in whatever fancy clothes they have chosen out of the many clothes that have been prepared for them by the tailors and clothiers in Salvainia. Yes, you can and should describe what you chose so Ferret has a better time preparing her things for later on. Please make this easy for Ferret. Ferret is already suffering inside. Anyways, yes, they practically have part of their reward. They also had a good last few days, where they got to wash up, eat high quality food, and practically be pampered by everyone and everything possible. What else could you ask for? Anyways, they have been thrusted into a situation where they have to act normal and... At least try to listen in on the banquet attendees. What will they uncover? That is all based on what they do. Isn't that fair? Seems fair to me. I don't see anything wrong with what is occuring.\n\n** **\nAssuming Amsu and Ralki are doing their own things, Dillion would be left to their own activities, Sulea nowhere to be found. Seems like she got herself busy at the last moment! What would Dillion do? Well, they could always do the job they are sent out to do after all. Plenty of people to listen in on and... Well, spy on too!"
},
{
"author": "thedevilsidiot",
"message": "*Dillion would have picked out outfit that matches his colours and it was made so he won't boil alive. Dillion of course did his best to stay out of crowd here and then keeping his ears open. Once he couldn't find Sulea he went look for her nearby, forgetting about his job for now looking for her. It seems he doesn't want to lose her.*"
}
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{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~only reward was like, ten gold... So I'd be happy with getting five since I just lost interest~~"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "**Due to GM absence and time overrun, the quest is now wrapped up and canonically counts as complete. Your character may talk about how this quest was completed, but attempt to be vague about it so to not result in any issues reconciling what happened canonically.**\n\nEvery PC involved gets: \n- 10 gold \n- Some useless old book and outfits, converted to 5 gold\n- 2 UP"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*A party of adventurers would find themselves in the same tavern, whether they knew each other and came here together is unknown to me, the tavern would reek of fish and a clock sound can be heard. The clocks clicking would be irregular, you could never know when you'd hear it next, maybe you'd wait a minute or it's just a second, who knows. This scene in the tavern so the characters can get to know each other for a quick bit while I prepare the enemies.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Ah, a tavern. Home to many a person. Bandits and thieves, soldiers and bounty hunters, or blacksmiths looking for a good time. Most people don't expect a farmer though. Zed, disguised as a farmer, was looked at weirdly, others whispering and laughing. One would call to him.*\n\n\"Hey farmer man! How'd you save up enough to come here? Cut down some wheat?\"\n\n*They would laugh, and to their surprise, Zed would laugh as well, and walk up to them, patting one on the back, similar to how a friend would.*\n\n\"Oh if only you knew the hardships, of cutting wheat. So incredibly difficult.\"\n\n*Everyone at the table would laugh, and during this time, Zed would sneak out several coins. He would walk back to the bar, and use those exact same coins to buy himself a light meal and a drink, when he noticed two other individuals, that also seemed out of the ordinary.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*A short Canifor walked through the tavern, avoiding eye contact as she usually did. Her ears lay flat on her head, trying to block out the most of the noise that would usually accompany a populated tavern.\n\n A Jackal kept pace with her, staring suspiciously at everyone else in the tavern. Jace wasn't as trusting as Juna and he wasn't about to let his guard down with so many strangers around.\n\n The two would make their way up to the bar, not to drink or anything, but rather in search of something to eat with some water provided. Having taken a seat and herself a bit from the others, Juna would allow her Jackal to roam around the tavern, taking in the different scents of the people he passed by and concluding whether or not he deemed them trustworthy.\n\n Juna looked up, only slightly to take in a small view of her surroundings. The smell of the tavern wasn't the most appealing and the irregular ticking of the clock would make her ears twitch each time they made a sound. Juna would catch sight of a couple of people who seemed different from the rest, but she wouldn't find herself staring for too long, not wanting them to catch her watching them.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*In one of the booths far off in the corner sat a young man. His skin was a pale-ish white; At least the skin that was not covered by cloth or steel. His hands swirled a cup of ale slowly as he seemed to be waiting for something. Anything. Behind a slab of steel, Leo scanned the vicinity around him, his dull eyes barely visible behind the plain mask he wore. None of his attire held any symbols or designs, making him rather hard to identify, but one person who may have identified the young vampire would be Juna. \n`\"Rather boring..\"` *Those were the words that seemed to repeat itself in his head. He couldn't enjoy some good old fashioned bread, butter and a well aged cheese to go with his ale. Nor could he enjoy the cup before him now, but he ordered nonetheless as a token of respect the the establishment. What intrigued him was the clock ticking. How come he could hear it so well above what would be assumed as barter and yelling over drunkards and proud soldiers/adventurers? The smell reeked of fish.. But being in such a massive city there were only a few diamonds in the rough. Maybe this wasn't one of those diamonds. Once he recognized Juna, he threw up a wave, assuming she noticed him. Maybe a little chatter would help ease his wandering mind*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna focused her gaze on the vampire waving to her, almost not recognizing him at first. She sat for a brief moment, thinking back to the battle they had fought together, though separate for a good portion of the fight. Shyly, Juna waved back and slipped down out of her seat. Her Jackal would look in her direction, seeing that she was on the move and quickly trotted over to her as she made way over to Leo.*\n\n*When Juna had finally reached the area where he was sitting, she was speak quietly or rather her words could have been mostly drowned out by the other conversations.*\n\"Hey Leo... What are you doing here...?\"\n\n*There was curiousness to her tone, not expecting to see him so soon after what had happened earlier. Her jackal would come to sit down beside her, looking up towards the Vampire in his neutral suspicion.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Zed would continue eating his meal, but took notice of the two figures. One was a canifor that had a bow and a jackal, and the other was a pale, masked man who wasn't drinking his beer. Maybe a vampire? He seemed like a knight, with his cloak, shield and sword.*\n\n*Unknown to the other two, two exact copies of him were also in the area. However, they wore cloaks, disguising them from the rest of the world. They would also watch the pair. It looks like they've met up before.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*As Juna approached his booth, he scooted to ensure she had proper space to relax. They didn't really talk in their last encounter, so he took it as a bit of a surprise that she came here almost immediately after noticing him.* `\"I drift around this city when I'm not busy. My home is not far.\"` *His voice was much less hostile and stern. It was rather relaxed and docile so to speak, but still muffled from the mask that covered his face. If she noticed, he simply swirled his cup around, but did not take a drink. Then again.. That wasn't hard to notice when he had that plain slab of metal covering his.. Everything. Rather curious, as the knight simply left after the death of the old man, he asked her a small question about Sylvia and Mattaeus.* \n`\"What happened to the children, if you were there to witness it? Sylvia and Mattaeus.\"` *Those two were still fresh in his mind. Maybe it'd bring some comfort to hear they made it out and wherever they planned to escaping to.*"
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would see him scoot over and hesitated for a moment before taking a seat next to him. She kept close to the edge while her jackal went to make his own space under the table. Juna appeared to be more comfortable than when she first was with the group who had went off to help the two children, though she still kept herself a little distant. She wasn't the one to notice the small things like Leo not taking a drink, simply assuming he was putting it off for conversation. If anything she'd wonder how he could eat or drink anything with all the metal he wore. That part at least left her in thought, but she never found herself asking as Leo brought up a question about the two children.*\n\n *Juna hadn't stayed long after watching Mattaeus kill the old man. It was a moment she tried to just look away from. They had completed their mission, at least she thought they did. What was suddenly a search and rescue quest had suddenly turned into a backstab and betrayal one. Maybe Juna was too naive to see it through, but after witnessing it, she couldn't stay to see what happened next. As far Juna could see, which was not that far, the two children would be okay granted the rest of their village didn't find out about any of this.*\n\n\"I... Didn't stay long...\"\n*Juna's ears would slump down a little, though still reacting to the clock's off ticking.*\n\"I think they'll be okay...\"\n*Juna wouldn't think of anyone else that would be out to hurt the two kids, then again there was the old man, so the young Canifor wasn't quite sure what to think anymore.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "`\"They're both young. And both mages from the looks of it. They'll be okay.\"` *His words would hopefully reassure her. Fortunately for Zed, cloaks were not all that uncommon for adventurers or those wishing not to draw attention. And Taverns were known to be stock full of those travelers and passerby who would use a cloak whether it be for warmth or simple anonymity. So his copies would not be noticed so easily, and Charles had no reason to suspect he was being watched or scryed upon, preventing him from remaining on high alert. Instead, his eyes were averted to the jackal who had found space underneath the table. He did remember him being beside her upon meeting and during the collection of their payment.* \n`\"What's his name?\"` *He asked simply to help take her mind off of the children. From what he could tell she wasn't too fond of the memory.. Maybe it was her hesitation in speaking. But he felt it'd be best not to ponder too long on it.* `\"And yourself? What brings you to a Tavern like this at such a time?\"`"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*She smiled a little in relief, hope glimmering her eyes with the idea of the kids being able to take care of themselves rather than them being left by the group for dead. Her ears would perk up when he asked about Jace and she would look down towards the Jackal who has set up his own under table guard bunker.*\n\n\"Oh? That's Jace.\"\n*She seemed happy as she said his name and, the jackal hearing it, would look up towards Juna. Turning to where she was sitting, he would poke his head out from under the table with an alert look to him. The Canifor pet the Jackal atop his head and his tail wagged in response, his serious look changing to one of a more puppyish nature. Juna eventually moved her hand away, allowing Jace to once more disappear into the shadows beneath the table. Juna continued answering Leo's questions with a more lack of shyness now that she could seemingly relax after the whole fight from earlier.*\n\n\"Jace and I came here to hopefully find something to eat... The closest place we were going to hunt at had been burned down, so we came here instead...\"\n\n *Her tail would lightly wave back in forth for a moment before a thought had occurred to her. She never actually had told this person what her name was. The thought soon became words as she decided to add:*\n\"I guess I never really introduced myself...\"\n*She paused for a moment, so that her voice would go back to its normal quiet tone.*\n\"I'm Juna...\"\n\n*Jace would scope out the tavern from where he now laid under the table. It wasn't much he could see from there, however, his gaze would direct itself to the cloaked figure staring at them and in response the jackal let out a deep, low growl.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*As Jace growled at the twin cloaked figure, they suddenly turn to face the small animal. Their faces cannot be seen, but their figure looks identical. They would begin a staring contest with the Jackal. Meanwhile, Zed silently laughs. Animals were sometimes able to detect that something was off. Wonder what those two were like. Juna, an interesting name. Not one you would normally find for a canifor. The other seemed to be named Leo. Typical. Now, what children were they talking about? Possibly rescuing captured children? That would make sense, since Leo had said 'what happened to the children.' He took note of their names, but it wasn't of any significance. Meanwhile, his two clones would get in a more serious posture, one holding onto his sickles, while the other had his hand close to his throwing knives.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "`\"Jace? Fine name indeed.\"` *The vampiric knight simply looked down to study the jackal as it looked up to his owner. Once the young boy ducked back down beneath the table he once more let his attention turn to the Canifor he was speaking to. His body didn't change in positioning, at least not at that moment and so he simply continued swirling his glass whilst she introduced herself to him.*\n\n`\"Juna? Juna and Jace, quite the dynamic duo.\"` *Beneath steel she could not see any facial gestures, nor did he make any sort of chuckle to indicate his joking manner, but he was indeed entertained by the closeness of their names. However, that entertainment was brought to a halt with the low growl. Down he looked to pay attention to what the jackal had caught in it's sight. Then followed his line of sight to a mysterious figure cloaked. They were eyeing the familiar. Soon his senses ran on alert as well, and after scanning the crowd, another very similar looking cloaked figure could be made out as well. Were they being followed all the way from that village? No. He doubted it so. If they were, he wondered what of Charlotte and Menakpa.* `\"Juna. We are not alone.\"` *He whispered close, leaning in to ensure they wouldn't hear him.* `\"Prepare for the worst\"` *And so, Charles kicked back into a more relaxed pose and pretended it was nothing.* \n\n`\"I'm sure there are merchants on the streets selling already made and fresh food. A tavern isn't the best place to go for a young woman such as yourself. Add a drunken state to an unfriendly elf and you'd have a recipe for disaster.\"`"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna stiffened as he drew close to tell her the warning. Her ears would angle themselves towards Jace, amplifying his growling along with the clock that now caused her to tense up with each tick. Trying to keep herself from instinctively looking back to see who was watching them, she stared up at Leo. She wasn't sure what it was that caught the two others' attention, but her unawareness only made her more nervous. She had whispered so quietly to Leo, that she could have appeared mouthing the words instead:*\n\"Who is it...?\"\n\n *Of course they weren't alone, right? After all the tavern wasn't empty, but this was just wishful thinking on her part. She wanted to reach for her bow, her dagger, something to ensure that whatever it is that got the others' attention wasn't going to sneak up on her unprepared. She didn't, however, instead trying to follow along with conversation as she would normally. Problem was, with the additional knowledge clouding her mind, it was making it difficult for her to make relaxed responses.*\n\"Um... Yeah, I guess you're right-\"\n\n *She had made a long pause, her focus on whoever was watching them making her take a while to realize that what Leo said was practically a situation she had already found herself in. The time it took for to her to realize had gone on for a good moment before she made the comedic response:*\n\"Wait a minute...\"\n*The thought distracted her for a while, allowing her to calm down.*\n\n *Under the table, Jace's ears drew back. His fur would raise up, making him look slightly larger than how he would normally. The Jackal wouldn't go for the strange copies, not committing such act without Juna's command. With the distance they were at, the Jackal would merely snarl at them in warning from beneath the table.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Well, of course you're not alone. You're right next to each other, and this is a tavern.\"\n\n*Having nearly finished his fish and chips meal, Zed spun around on the barstool he was on. A bow was slung over his shoulder, along with a quiver and a long object wrapped in cloth. Two handles could be seen on his waist, but his clothing hid what it truly was. A straw hat adorned his head, atop of his dark blue hair, which was tied up in a knot. He seemed to act friendly to the two.*\n\n\"Interesting to see a canifor and a vampire here. Especially a canifor archer, and a vampire knight. That's not common. Cute jackal.\""
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*His ears listened in as the stranger seemed to be speaking to them. The timing would be too convenient to be anyone else, and so, the vampiric knight turned his head to the seeming farmer. Hmph. Smartass. Regardless, he wasn't your typical farmer. He seemed to have hidden weapons on him. Was he a spy? Hired eyes to watch the two after the supposed death of that old man? Maybe these three weren't related to that incident. Perhaps someone was catching up to Charles, or even worse, perhaps someone was after Juna.*\n`\"Interesting to see a farmer here. Though my companion here and you share that feature of having a bow.\"` *Leo mad no move for his weapon. It'd be stupid to fight with weapons in a bar, especially with the thought of someone running for the guards. His home lay not too far away in this very city, the last thing he needed was to cause trouble here.* `\"Those two look awfully alike. They don't happen to be real, are they?\"` *He didn't aim to speak loudly. They could hear eachother well enough, and any extra attention from the drunken crowds would be unwarranted.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*As she heard the farmer speak to them, she was finally broken from her thoughts and turned to look at him. He seemed odd to her, kind of off-putting which brought her timidity back out as she shied away from him. Though it was probably because she simply didn't know him and considering he was what caught the attention of the others' she wasn't sure if she should try to remain relaxed or more tense than she already was. Hearing him call Jace cute, she would reply in a more confused tone:*\n\"...Thank you...?\"\n\n *He seemed friendly enough to her. Maybe the others were just being overly cautious again, something Juna should also be, but her inexperienced mind never seemed to prove useful with who to trust. Jace stuck his head out from under the table, not too fond of the compliment. He narrowed his eyes at Zed, staring at him with suspicion. Juna eventually took notice of the copies, looking between them and starting to grow uncomfortable at the sight of them staring.*"
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{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Ah, right. Was able to sell out a lot of the produce this week. Think I can treat myself once in a while.\"\n\n*He would completely omit the fact that he got his food money from someone else. And Zed wasn't really a farmer.*\n\n\"Ah, yes. Took archery up during the winter storms, because of a bad harvest earlier this year. Needed food. And yes, those two do look similar. I wouldn't worry though.\"\n\n*The Jackal didn't seem to like him too much. Neither did the Canifor. Interesting. Not exactly a hardened mind, unlike Leo.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*His head would tilt itself slightly to the right. Instead of challenging this man outright, he simply bowed his head.* `\"So your harvest was bountiful this season? I don't suppose your farmstead has a name I'd recognize?\"` *A small game of words. That's what he'd consider this. Hopefully his time bought would help Juna ready herself for anything, assuming it came out of the blue. Still yet Charles' body would remain motionless beside the swirling of his glass. Not just that, but a person or several had now began paying attention to him since he had been called out for being something as harshly labelled as a 'vampire'.* `\"As for your assumption? You'd be correct sir, I am indeed.. A vampire. For a farmer, you seem well equipped, wouldn't you say so?\"` *As his hand poked out from his side turned away, at the handles tucked beside and beneath cloth and fabric. What would he say next? Or rather, what cards would he play? A farmer would be more believable, had he not mentioned the two cloaked beings. His guise may have been successful, if he motioned the duo to halt their worries.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna turned her gaze to Leo when he confirmed himself to be a vampire. She didn't look at him with any real emotion towards the comment, though it did leave her lost in thought for a bit after explaining a lot about this strange knight.*\n\"...A vampire?\" *She said the words mostly to herself in a curious tone, not thinking she'd ever see a vampire so casually during the day.*\n\n *Her attention switched back and forth between the two of them as if trying to catch on to the wordplay without becoming involved herself. She couldn't sense hostility as they spoke, but with the burning gaze of the clones she felt, the eyes of other people now directed towards Leo, Jace's aggressiveness, the annoying ticking of the clock, and the jabs the others were seemingly making at one another, Juna felt caught in the middle. Her hand reached down towards Jace for comfort, petting him lightly along his back side. This at least caused the Jackal to calm down and look up towards Juna. The Canifor's other hand would passively rest itself on the handle of her dagger. It made her feel more secure, especially after Leo brought up how well equipped Zed appeared to be. Jace wouldn't take his attention off the farmer for too long, after all he was still on edge from the last fight and the encounter they had at a tavern previously.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Ah, it doesn't have one. Why would we need one?\"\n\n*Zed grins. This man's intelligent. His position would now be lax, as he finishes off his meal. It seems impossible for him to reach his weapons quickly.*\n\n\"Ah, well equipped is relative. It's just two farming tools, one spare, a bow for hunting game, and a sawback. Useful for self defense or cutting wood. Never know what's going to be in the woods.\"\n\n\n*He would notice that the two had actually become quite tense. Probably because they didn't trust him. Seems fair. They just met him.*\n\n\"Anyway, you should relax! This is a tavern, after all, not an arena!\""
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Hm. The vampiric knight was catching on. He would drill the farmer for more information, but he was already drawing attention to them. So as the mysterious man, Leo simply continued to swirl his glass, and give a good stare to any random drunkard or curious soul that looked his way when word of his.. Condition had been spoken of. Rather expectantly they returned to their normal endeavors, whatever that may be.* \n`\"Indeed, this is no arena. So long as it's not considered one, we needn't worry.\"` *His attention turned back to Juna and the Jackal. They were tense. Very much so. Perhaps he needed to focus again on keeping them calm and relaxed.* `\"He won't do anything there. For now, enjoy a meal and have a drink.\"` *He'd ensure he was rather to the point, as making her wonder would only further complicate the already complicated circumstances.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna kept herself quiet. Though she was reassured with the idea that this wouldn't be a repeat of the last time she was in a tavern, she couldn't help the thoughts that conversed in her mind. She wanted to trust this person, she really did, but untrustworthiness seemed to come around and smack her in the face every time. Three strikes you're out, most would say. The first was the Elf at the tavern who had threatened to stab her Jackal. The second was the old man who had turned out to send them on more of a capture mission than a rescue one and ended being the one they shouldn't have trusted at all. Juna wondered if this would be the third; a tavern turning into an arena of some sort didn't really seem so far fetched to her. \n\n Despite it, she calmed herself and her Jackal, petting him atop his head to reassure him that there wasn't anything wrong. The hand that was resting itself on her dagger, moved to relax itself on her lap. Jace sat down, his growls quieting as he stared at Zed in a more neutral expression, similar to how he would look at Leo. Juna didn't make a move to call a bartender over and ask for something to eat or drink, already her appetite was lost after the conversation. She looked away from the two of them, deciding to idly watch the other people in the tavern. Not out of suspicion or cautiousness, but more so to just distract herself. Jace slipped back under the table, keeping watch from below in case conflict broke out.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Leaning on a wall is a board, a quest board to be exact. They apparently haven't spent enough effort to actually hang it up or something, if they would check the board, they would notice a request for the extermination of some heretics apparently worshipping a plant thing. It is known that they wander on the streets of Borkton Avenue, recruiting new blood to their ranks, the local church is paranoid that they're planning to take over. Honestly it isn't really known whether or not the cult is actually bad, the church here doesn't like them.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Hey, what about we go take that quest over there? It would be a pleasure getting to know you.\"\n\n*Zed would point towards the nearby poster. Little did they know he was only in it for the gold, and the chance to redevelop his magic. Also to study these people. Nothing much else to say.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna looked in the direction that Zed was pointing in and decided to use it as an excuse to walk off from the table. After seeing how the last quest turned out, Juna was a bit more hesitant on starting another one, but seeing as she had already taken the time to walk up to the poster, she had no choice but to read it. The Canifor scanned the writing, her curiosity sprouting with the more information she gained from it. She would grab the edge of the poster and look back at the others.*\n\"It looks there's trouble at a local church-\"\n*Juna would move to the side to allow the others to see the quest for themselves. Her jackal swiftly moved out from under the table, coming to stand by her side.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*The vampiric knight let out a small sigh as Juna went to look at the board, mentioning the trouble at the church and only giving into Zed's suggestion. Oh well, maybe some bloodshed would help all of them ensure they didn't do anything to each other. With the creaking of old tavern wood, Charles departed from his booth, leaving the glass there and following the Canifor and her Jackal companion.*\n`\"Yes.. While you get to know us, you can take the front.\"` *Surprisingly, that was a joke. He wouldn't feel right allowing an archer to be first in any sort of situation, and either way, Leo wanted to be the first considered hostile to these... Cultists.* `\"What say we pay a visit to Borton Avenue?\"` *Guess it was time to start another quest right after the one he had just finished.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*The glorious party of an assassin, a vampiric knight, and a canifor reaches the avenue known as 'Borkton'. Apparently there had been a notable merchant name Borkton who scammed people, he was such a legend that they had to name the street after him. Anyways, the party would notice a man handing out fliers to people, some would accept and some would just ignore the man like he was a plague of the earth. What will our party of misfits do in this situation? Ask whether or not he's a cultist? Or just murder him?*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Someone handing out flyers. Interesting. Zed would walk up to the man, and talk to him in a friendly voice.*\n\n\"Excuse me. May I ask what these flyers are for?\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna came to a stop as Zed walked over to the man. She didn't feel suspicious in anyway towards the him, simply thinking that maybe he was the one that left the quest at the tavern in the first place. Her bow remained slung across her torso while she took the time to look around at the area. The Canifor never really had the time to tour the different cities, having traveled a great distance to this land and finding herself caught up in tense situations. It didn't seem like there was a lot worth seeing, but it seemed that everywhere she went there was something new to witness. Jace had moved on ahead, trailing behind Zed to investigate the man handing out flyers by sniffing at him.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Juna at the back end, Zed approaching the man and Charles walking beside the assassin, the vampiric knight would simply continue walking a few feet past them with his eyes on the road ahead. Seemed like if something happened here, Charles would have his side of the road secure. And so, he waited silently as Zed questioned the flyers, his blackened cloak thrown around his neck and hood over his head. His kite shield had been strapped onto his shield arm before they left the tavern, as it was something he was used to having equipped when out in public. Or anywhere really. He wouldn't reach for his sword though, as it wasn't the time to do so.*\n*\"Borkton Avenue.\" He always wondered where people got names for these streets. Repeating the name in his head, he simply shrugged it off.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*The man would look at Zed and smile* \"I haven't seen you on this street before! I'm glad you asked about my flyers, they are invitations to a soothing ritual in the nearby forest\" *This is fancy talk for doing lots of drugs in the forest, it really isn't magical but it is definitely fun. He doesn't seem to be a part of the cult, maybe he is and this is literally what the cult is, just some hippies who saw some wacky stuff in the forest while doing drugs, and now they're worshipping whatever they saw.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Zed's shadow clones would still be active, and would be trailing the three of them, their faces hidden by hoods. One would go into hiding, while the other would position himself so that he had an clear path to the man, and ready a throwing blade.*\n\n\"Thank you my friend!\"\n\n*Zed takes one of the flyers and heads back to the group, but he has other ideas. The clone sends a knife spinning through the air, the dark blade piercing the sunlight and finds itself in the man's neck, creating streams of crimson down his throat. It is then desummoned, both the knife and the figure, gone. Meanwhile, Zed shows the flyer to the other two.*\n\n\"Well,we got what we needed.\""
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{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's gaze turned towards Zed as he showed the flyer, a look of question on her face.*\n\"They're in the forest...?\"\n*The Canifor would have thought that a church seemed like a more appropriate location considering what the original poster told them. Seeing the knife fly into the man, Jace would jump back from his investigations, hurriedly running back towards Juna.*\n\n *Preparing herself to leave for the forest with the others, Juna looks down at her now winded Jackal. Crouching down, she pet Jace on his head before looking in the direction he ran from at the old man. Seeing the knife-inflicted gash in his throat, Juna stood frozen where she half-sat.*\n\"Wha-\"\n\n *She took a moment, staring at the man sorrowfully, not because she cared of him, but because it seemed like he had given the information they needed only to be killed right after. The Canifor stood up, her hand being placed on her bow, thinking there was hidden assassin, looking for its next target.*\n\"What... Happened to him...\"\n*She has finally gotten the words out, not sure if she actually wanted to hear an answer.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Charles would catch a glimpse of the man's clone before it vanished, by following the angle of the throw. Not that it mattered, but at least for future reference the knight knew that his clones weren't just mere illusions. He had already figured out there was something more to this 'farmer', but why press on if he was only goin gto meet him with sarcasm? Having secured the information they needed, Leo turned back around, pitying the now dead 'cult' member. Why did the church want them dead? They just seemed like a bunch of junkies doing their own thing in the forest. Maybe they just didn't like anything being worshipped but their own 'god'. Tsk.*\n\n`\"Blame the church. He'd be alive otherwise.\"` *His words were plain and blunt, but they were true.* `\"Let's get going while we have the chance. I don't like standing near a dead man in the city for too long.\"` *And with that he began to walk first. They'd join, there was no real question in that. If they were curious of something, they could ask on the way. This was a rather despicable seeming quest. Might as well get it out of the way and be done with it.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Zed would kill the man cold-bloodedly, though the street wasn't empty at all. People noticed the man throwing a knife and then him disappearing, summoning wasn't common, but certainly wasn't unheard of. The people knows that one of the party had caused this, because they didn't know anyone else who would've, seeing as they know no one else on the street has these skills. It isn't known who, but for the sake of fairness and because no one else was involved with the murder, Zed would be blamed and have a deduction of 5 gold from his pay, this would be getting off lightly and he could've recieved New Sunlight justice for this.*\n\n*The party would make their way to the forest indicated by the flyer. It says something pretty easy to understand, 'A crescent stone marks the way, follow it and you will be there'. It was all literal, as the party would see a stone in the shape of a crescent moon on their path, one of the points is pointing where they came from and the other is in the bushs to the side of the path.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Well, this is it. Time to clear out the forest.\"\n\n*He unslings his bow and nocks an arrow in it. Unknown to the rest of the party, his two clones would be following them in the forest, their swords ready, still hooded. He would then begin to carefully wander into the area.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna unslings her own bow with a mild feeling of discomfort. After the death of the man on the street, Juna was starting to feel like she was about to help with a purge of a group of innocent people in the forest. Perhaps it was similar to when she we went out hunting, at least that's what Juna tried to tell herself as she notches and arrow in her bow routinely. This was a different feeling however, like she was about to go through with an assassination by whomever decided to put that poster up in the tavern. It left her lost in thought, questioning if that unknown person was any more trustworthy than the old man they had helped earlier. A deep sigh escaped her as she walked onwards. Her jackal kept close to her side, unlike any other time when he was in town. He walked in absolute silence, moving lightly on his paws as if trying not to scare away any prey in the area. Jace was more accustomed to hunting in an environment like this which is what kept him more silent than how he would be normally.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*The vampire followed alongside Zed, wandering alongside him with Juna to cover their rear. By now, he had readied himself. How would the 'farmer' go about this? He wondered, as wondering was all he could do in this situation. Try it hard as he may to cover it up, he was aware the man had summons, as he had caught a glimpse of it back on Borkton. So he'd surely use it again when it came to a group. As for what they worshipped, was it really all some mad trip? They may have to slay something else, though it could be as simple as a literal plant. Huh.*\n`\"For a farmer, you're chock full of surprises.\"` *He'd exclaim as his sword loosed itself from it's sheath. Should Zed pay attention, it was a shredder. The blade hummed very softly as it vibrated by the slightest degree side to side subtly to miss if you weren't observant, but enough to tell if you studied intensely.* `\"Are we going to do this as directly as last time?\"`"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*They would find a small pool in the middle of a clearing in the forest, strange, but it could simply just be a mage creating water. Some people would be chanting some stuff around the pool, none of it is the same as the other, if you were to pay attention you'd notice that it's all just gibberish and nonsense. Some of them are just laying on the water, they seem to be asleep. Zed would count 6 people that are awake and that could possibly attack, then he would cound 4 other people whom are awake and that he's pretty sure that they aren't a part of the cult, just high.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Zed would hear Leo's remark and wondered how serious and attentive this guy was. He could hear the slight hum from his sword, and suspected it was quite powerful.*\n\n\"Ah, depends on what you mean by 'directly.'\"\n\n*Zed aims for the head of one of the closest cultists, letting the arrow fly, hopefully taking one of them down before climbing a tree to safety. His two summons would each wield a throwing knife, and the dark blades wold whirl and try and find themselves in the necks of two other cultists, standing around 20 feet away.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*The Canifor would watch Zed and his clones send their attacks toward the cultist members. Juna could never understand people that could kill others ever so easily, but she didn't say anything about it. She didn't raise her bow, not yet anyways as she couldn't help but stare at the group of people they were sent after. They all just seemed like a bunch of care-free individuals who had lost the majority of their sense to whatever it was that got them like that. Not wanting to be taken by surprise, Juna would walk over to a nearby tree and climb up it with little effort. Centering herself on a branch, the Canifor would draw back her bow string. She wasn't sure who to truly go for herself, merely switching between targets, none of which looking too appealing to her. Jace sat down beside the tree Juna climbed up, his amusement at an all time low. The jackal decided to sit patiently, waiting in case something happened to where he would have to jump in. As of currently, however, the jackal didn't show any physical signs of aggression instead focusing himself on not taking his eyes off the cultist group.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "`\"Your actions answered for me.\"` *This felt wrong. So he would simply shut down his mind and run. The vampire didn't think as he raised his sword, closing distance to the closest cult member and cleaving into his side. He didn't think as his strength would be enough to tear into any opponent in boiled leather, the shredder of a blade tearing through flesh, gut, and bone and painting the knight's side a crimson, thick and dark red. He didn't think about how far he had chopped into his victim, or the consequences it may follow, or the family he could have, or the lives his death would impact. He focused instead of his anger. Anger that the church wanted to kill these bastards. Anger that the church would pay good money for the death of druggies at worst. Anger that no one had put prices on their heads, else they'd find this blade cleaving through them. Instead, he was tearing into a man he didn't know, who may have simply enjoyed the euphoria of some mushroom and found others who he could spend his time with while doing it. How cruel this world was. How cruel Charles was for adhering to it's standards. But in the end... Money is money. And money was what we all needed to live. Survival of the fittest..*"
}
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{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Zed himself would be able to give one of the cultists a third eye, this would panic the cultists who would all duck, evading the throwing knifes. Charles would take advantage that the cultists would've ducked and sliced the cultist who was practically defenseless, cutting through his back, what a brutal person Charles is.*\n\n*The cultists now out of their surprised stun would now start to counter attack desperately. 4 of the cultists would each cast fog seed all over the area, making it impossible to see through deep fog. Then whip seeds would be casted, 1 at the border and who knows how many inside the fog. It's clear that this maneuver isn't to hurt anyone, just to make them doubtful of coming inside because they would not know where any of the whip seeds are and they cannot see anything.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Well, at least he got one. Charles seemingly took care of another. He can take all he blows while he and Juna do their thing. His two clones ready the rest of their nine knives, prepared to strike at anyone they see, but they remain patient. Zed draws back his bow, and scans the area using his peripheral vision, not only trying to figure out where they are, but also extra places he can jump to. Don't fire just yet.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna lowers her bow as the fog began to cloud the area. She could probably try pinpointing their locations, but even then she debated on whether or not to. Jace grew anxious down below, no longer able to see the area around him. He stood up, readying himself for something to come out of haze to attack him. Juna sat where she was, awaiting a sign of the cult members attacking. She figured Zed would remain safe in the tree he had chosen to set himself up in, but that would leave Leo by himself in the midst of it all with a bunch of cultists. It sounded worst that way, when Juna thought that in her head, but seeing as none of them really attacked yet, she couldn't imagine Leo being in any real danger.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Leo paused as the remaining cultists began bombing the area with a thick fog. The first few had been taken care of. Now he needed needed to deal with the bothersome fog. So, the vampiric knight fell back to the perimeters of the seed's effective range and began to circle round, hoping to spot and nab any who were running the opposite way from Zed and Juna. Still yet he had shut off his emotion. Do it for the money.. That's all it is. Just like those he had to kill before. Just recently, he had asked someone why they were willing to kidnap children, and the response? Money is money. Seems he was coming closer an closer to being just like that mercenary he killed.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*The fog would be too deep for Zed to pierce with his eyesight or otherwise. Juna would hear footsteps within the fog but it only gave their location with a margin of error of 3ft. Charles would run into a whip vine which whips him, perhaps he can evade or have enough armor that the spell would real no damage. The cultists are seeming to be running away, which no doubt be annoying for the people who really wanted money from this quest, if they run away the party gets nothing for their efforts. The party has to find a way to keep them in the area.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Well, footsteps. Good. Means their scared. However, he doesn't want them running. The summons prepare their knives but move so that they and Zed form a triangle around the fog, ready to fling their knives at anyone who tries to escape. He would simply wait for the fog to die down.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Her ears perked up, hearing the footsteps. The people were running away as they probably should be in her mind. The sound of it reminded her of a pack of wild animals after being scared and forced to run about an area in their attempt to get away from their impending doom. Down below, Jace would let out a bark with every sound he heard near him. The jackal was used to barking at wild animals as a way of herding them in a certain direction, but now that he couldn't really see anything, the Jackal was more so giving them a warning to stay back. Juna looked down in his direction, concern growing for the Canifor as she worried over her Jackal being caught up in the chaos below. She couldn't really protect him from her position unless she threw down a temporary barrier, so for now Juna could only trust that the Jackal would be okay until the fog cleared.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Charles would last second react to the vine, not yet catching sight of it until he was right there by it. Instinct drew his sword to reach outward, hoping it's wrap around that as a distraction for him to run by and yank it back away afterward. It wouldn't be a hard task, seeing as how he bolstered incredible strength, and the sword was a shredder. Running further out of the cloud, he burst out and began scanning the outside for anything. Immediately, he noticed two of the trio that was Zed, setting a perimeter around the fog until it died down. Smart. With that perimeter set, Charles would simply stand back and watch, as he couldn't do much without being able to see his targets. How annoying.* \n`\"I'd like to assume these two are you best friends?\"` *He'd exclaim towards Zed. He still knew next to nothing of the man. Maybe figuring out how he talked and thought would make for better 'knowing' him as he wanted to know he and Juna.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*A group of 3 cultists would be running in the direction of one of Zeds clones, that clone would throw a dagger as per Zeds plan at one of the cultists. However one of the cultists knows how to protect, they hold out their hand in front of the person people attacked and a viney ward would appear infront of them blocking the knife. They would keep running. The other 3 cultists would stay in the fog, casting more whip seeds to hopefully trap anyone who tries to attack them.*\n*Viney ward is a flavoured glass ward and has no mechanical differences"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Ah, yes. Say hello to Cain and Brak.\"\n\n*Spotting the three cultists approaching one of his clones, Zed takes aim and fires his bow at the protector mage. The clone would have 7 knives left, and he would toss three of them at the mages in one throw, the blades aimed at their necks, and throw another 3 using the other hand. One knife left, the clone would ready a sickle in his right hand.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would listen out to hear Zed and Leo's conversation. Was now really the time to be talking? The cultists were seemingly getting away and as money-driven as the other two were, it would have made more sense for them to focus on the mission at hand. Though of course then there was just Juna, who hadn't yet contributed and part of her wasn't sure if she wanted to. Taking other people's lives wasn't worth a handful of gold, especially if they couldn't even do much to fight back. The others seemed concerned enough with taking out each of the cultists without hesitation, but Juna found herself focusing more on making sure her Jackal was safe. It didn't matter to her if she didn't help with a mission, so long as Jace didn't get hurt in the process.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Seemed one group made it out and began to run for it. Immediately, the young man bolted after the trio. One of his clones sent a barrage of throwing knives at the protector, so Charles would cut them off at the front. Flanking the group's left, or right, whichever he was closer to, he ensure if they tried to get away he'd be alongside them. Shield at the ready and sword humming and covered in shreds of green and red, Leo dashed their way in hopes of cutting their front off and allowing Zed a chance to nab the protector*"
}
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{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*The clone wouldn't have the dexterity to throw 3 daggers at once, no matter if he was holding 1 in one and 2 in the other or any other combination. At best the clone could only throw 2, he would throw one at the guardian and a different cultist. The fog would be four 6ft radius fog clouds and Zed could not see through the fog in order to use his bow to shoot the guardian. The guardian would hold up their arm in order to block the thrown knife with his flesh and the other cultist would swiftly evade, they keep running. Charles would be caught in another whip vine which attempts to make an attack against him, it seems that the cultists inside the fog would be casting a bunch of whip seeds in order to trap people, neat.*\n\n*((How do you solve this?*\n\n*Zed actually is really smart and knows how to find the enemy, classic for an assassin. Instead of not knowing what to do he shoots his arrow into the fog. It passes through the fog and stabs straight through the guardians chest as the cultist wasn't wearing particularly impressive armor, killing him outright.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Boom. Math skills. Anyway, the lead target was down. Zed would hop through the trees until he would be able to see the clone engaged in combat, nocking an arrow. If he spots the cultist, he pulls back his bow and fires. His current clone would then toss the knife in it's hand at the moving target, and chase after it.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna stood up on the branch she had been sitting on, looking out towards the fog. Her bow remained lower, but she found herself trying to scope out any potential danger for Jackal down below. Jace hadn't moved from his spot, looking up the tree towards his owner expectantly. Juna could only see so much through the thick cloud of fog, so she decided to heighten her senses temporarily to at least allow her to have an idea of where everyone was at.*\n\n```Predatorial Senses: 5 Mana used, 95 remaining```\n\n*She would draw back the string of her bow and with a heavy sigh, took aim at whoever she found nearest to her. If she were able to pinpoint someone close by, she would shoot off an arrow to the least lethal part of their body. The canifor didn't want to kill the cultist members so much as disarm them, so her Jackal wouldn't be at risk in their chaotic escape.*"
}
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{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "Charles would rinse and repeat his former strategy of dealing with the vine whip, shredding through it's grasp with his enchanted blade. Though, this did stop him from closing the distance between he and the group he was attempting to flank. Should he successful in warding off the vine trap, he would pull back and remain at a steady pace in attempt to continue pursuit of the cultists. How annoying, that they were constantly bombarding the three of them with spells, as Charles had no means of ranged combat. All he needed to do was close the distance and he could kill one or two with a single strike. That being said, the clone had yet to truly stop them in their tracks as well, and they continued to flee from the two of them. How annoying... \n`\"This is stupid. Why am I killing a bunch of drugged up fools.\"` *He silently muttered to himself between short and controlled breathes as he paced himself not to grow tired too quickly.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*The fog would start to disappate, but they would lose a key advantage if they did, so they are going to recast fog seed. The guardian would multicast the fog seed to make up for the 3 members running from the fog, the other 2 cultists would follow along casting fog seed themselves. It would seem as if the guardian has spent most of their mana, as he would draw his sword now. Strangely, he knew where exactly Charles is in the fog, must have thermal vision. The guardian thrusts his sword into Charles' chest.*\n\n*Outside the fog, Juna would find one of the cultists positions with a margin of error of about a foot, Juna wouldn't be able to aim the bow at a specific part but only in the general direction. She lets go of the arrow and it flies to a cultist, who gets stabbed in the arm. Zed shoots an arrow at one of the cultists, without a defensive mage they are practically dead meat, so he dies with reletive ease. The clone wouldn't throw his knife at the same target but at the other, it would hit the back of the cultist but didn't have enough power behind it to be lethal. The cultist reaches the best speed they can attain... A surprisingly fast 32mph sprint.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Ah, that one cultist. Looks like he's fast. Not faster than an arrow though. Drawing his bow, he aims at the fleeing man's head. This should be an easy kill, due to the such close range and the speed of the projectile. The arrow pierces through the air, soaring for its target.*\n\n\"I can see you!\"\n\n*The clones ready throwing knives in one hand, and spin sickles in the other, waiting for any sign of movement, but right after one throws another throwing knife at the fleeing cultist's knee.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna reaches back into her quiver and draws another arrow, notching it on her bow once more. She readjusts her aim, narrowing her eyes as she looked into the fog. Juna could only hope that she didn't end up hitting something important. Though she had an idea of where she was shooting at, she didn't like that she was basically going about it blindly. It only made it more risky of her hitting something or someone, by accident. Jace kept close to the base of the tree, between weapons and arrows flying back and forth throughout the fog, the jackal didn't want to find himself getting stabbed by one or the other. Juna drew back the string of the bow, trying to lock aim on another cultist member and shooting an arrow out towards them as she had done before, trying her best to be careful where she aimed for.*"
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{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Though this fog was thick, once he had come into thrusting range the vampiric knight had visuals on the one attempting to stab into him. Leo would throw his kite shield overhead in response and push forward in retaliation, his sword coming up in a diagonal slash at the one guarding him from the others. During that slice, he'd attempt to step into the space just in front of him to prevent from another slash from the guardian whilst attempting to bash the thrust upward with his shield arm. If he was successful, he'd have thrown the sword arm of his opponent upward. This fog made it harder to see what was going on around him, and he'd not know how long he could fight blindly in this as he was unable to gauge the situation. For all he knew, he could be ambushed here in the fog and no one could come to his aid without stumbling through the fog themselves.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Zed's arrow would fly truly, truly not righteously, to pierce the cultists head. The cultist falls down limp, dying instantly after Zed has killed them. Juna would attempt to shoot her arrow at the guardian, however she miscalculated a bit and instead the arrow flies towards Charles, however he had his hands full with the guardian himself. Charles would block the sword blow easily, using his shield to disorientate the cultist was a success, he was also able to stab the cultist. The cultist lives, however, and falls back. The other mages wouldn't have any spell that could directly deal with Charles, assumedly only having fog seed and whip seed.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Zed and his clones quickly scan the area, looking for any cultists. They would wait to spot any more cultists before attacking.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*The Canifor's predatorial senses were wearing off.*\n\n```5 Mana Regenerated, 100 remaining```\n\n*Juna looked out towards the fog, it was clear she wasn't making too making too many shots from here and her predatorial senses were hardly providing much assistance to what she could see. She couldn't tell much what was happening from up there, but she could only assume of whether or no Leo was holding his own with whatever was going on within the fog. Juna would notch another arrow and draw back the bow string, but this time she doesn't fire. She had mix feelings of whether or not she continue shooting blindly and, lost in thought, she hesitated. Juna had some options, but none of them sounded good to her.*"
}
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{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Damn. Can't see anything. Better wait for the fog the clear. He and the clones do nothing.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna stood tense for a moment, trying determine where she should shoot at. Nowhere seemed obvious to the Canifor, so she decides to loosen her hold on the string and lower her bow once again. There were no clear targets for her, but at the very least, Juna could assume Jace was alright wherever he was. The Jackal sat below, no longer tense, as he grew used to the onset of fog that surrounded the area. He couldn't see anything, but he could at least be ready if he detected the scents of oncoming enemies.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*Oh yeah, I didn't say anything about whether the arrow Juna was forced to release hit anything or not, yes it did. No, it wasn't someone she didn't want to hit, unless she doesn't want to hurt the cultists. The arrow stabs the guardian, knocking him out, he is currently bleeding out.*\n\n*Seeing that most of their allies have been taken out, they decide to surrender, yelling* **\"We surrender!\"**"
}
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{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Jumping down, Zed would approach the 3 remaining cultists. His arms are wide open, bow slung over his shoulder, like a sign of good will.*\n\n\"Oh, don't worry my friends! I won't kill you! We'll just tie you up and bring you back!\"\n\n*However, a dark cloud suddenly emerges from Zed's hand, hidden from view of his allies. The two clones rush in, taking advantage of the ensuring chaos. The first cultist's neck is slit by a pair of sickles, another gets a knife in the neck, and the last gets a sickle sinking deep into his neck. The smoke clears after a bit, the two hooded clones standing over the dead bodies. Zed looks surprised, but of course this is an act!*\n\n\"You know you didn't need to kill them, right guys? Oh well. Less of a hassle. Thanks for the good work.\"\n\n*Zed presses his hands together, a fist inside a palm, and pushes it out slightly to each clone, who does the same. Then, sheathing their weapons, they disappear into black smoke.*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "**Quest Complete**\n20 gold to everyone, except Zed, who gets 15 gold.\n1.5 UP TO EACH\nZed has surprisingly enough passed moral philosophy even though he flopped on one of his previous tests."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna watched the scene from the tree, partially looking away in horror. She closed her eyes briefly then lightly hopped down from the tree, coming to land beside Jace. The jackal sniffed at her and she bent down to pet Jace atop his head in reassurance before turning her attention to Zed. After what she saw, she didn't want to get any closer, not even able to share the satisfaction of them completing their quest. Instead the Canifor remained where she was beside her Jackal.*"
}
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{
"author": "Ro'Shan",
"message": "*After the whole hunting business eventually they would be able to hunt a few small beasties so that Ro'Shan and this fox person can go to the city! Of course letting the fox person lead since he really didn't know where the city was located. The carcasses of the animals would be carried by the snakes on their backs as they all slithered in unison like a moving table.* \"Oh! Forgot say thank you help hunt food and meat! Ro'Shan appreciate help\" *Ro'Shan would say to Hitoshi with a big smile on his face before actually focusing on Hitoshi's Composite Bow staring at it curious as to how the thing works and what kind of mystical wind magic allows her to kill animals with such instrument of death and destruction* \"What is that? How it work?\" *The muscular steepe elf would say as he pointed towards the bow curious of it and literally everything else about the person* \"Why do you have tail? Are you animal?.........*Can I eat you?*\" *He'd say as his eyes went wide at the thought of killing and eating such a big prey. Woah... Big fox as food*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi is pretty proud of her kills as she carries a rabbit or two, now tied to her back as she wanders with the strange elven tribesman. She didn't feel the need to be thanked, the practice with the bow and the potential to make some nice smoked rabbit... Yeah, that's fine. She smiles a bit, nodding.*\n\n*As the tribesman asks about her composite bow, she raises an eyebrow... Really? Is that how primitive this man is? He's never heard of a bow? This man proves to be stranger and stranger with every word he says...*\n\n*Even the fact that he believes her to be an animal-*\n\n**WAIT-**"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"What the fuck!? No! Do not eat me!\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi's eyes widen and she recoils, her tail wagging again, this time with barely hidden panic. **Eat** Her!? No! Oh god, no no no no!*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"If you eat me, who could teach you how to use this thing!? It's really good for hunting, you saw me!\""
},
{
"author": "Ro'Shan",
"message": "\"Okay no eat but I got spear. Spear kill animals good\" *Ro'Shan would say to Hitoshi in response to her idea of teaching him how to use weird small spear shooter thing. He'd take one of his spears and just throw it towards one of the nearby tree branches utterly destroying it due to ~~the 15 strength throw~~ his powerful and well done throw. He was fairly experienced with using his weapons already due to them being the only way he can actually hunt properly aside from his snake pets.* \"Huh tail is moving.\" *He'd stare at it for a few seconds before quickly trying to grab it wondering if he was to do so he'd just get an actual fox.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "**AHH!**\n\n*Hitoshi pulls her tail back and jumps backwards, casting Concealment, replacing her fox features with human ones and letting her tail disappear! Touching an Oriate's tail without permission is perhaps the most embarrassing thing you could inflict on them! It's worse than anything else!*\n\n*This man truly is strange. Why the hell does he keep thinking about her fox... Stuff!?*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"Tail is gone! No tail. Let's just go. Okay?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Why does everyone feel the need to remind her about her tail!? Every time she walks into a bar, or into a shop, or... Most of the day, actually! Hitoshi got it all the time back in Irunia, why now!?*\n\n*Its obvious looking at her face that she's irritated. Well, you'd need to look at her face to tell her emotions now that the fox features are gone.*"
},
{
"author": "Ro'Shan",
"message": "\"Oh... Okay\" *Ro'Shan would clearly notice by the tone of the woman's voice that she was very annoyed and irritated. This was a tone that he knew quite well since he frequently heard it whenever Lillian got angry at him for doing something wrong. Now he felt kind of bad for doing that to them since they helped him hunt for food...* \"I... Am sorry. Did not mean it please forgive.\" *Lillian had always told him that whenever he did something wrong he always* **Always** *Had to apologize and say sorry so as he was taught so he shall do.* \"I no more touch tail. Did not mean to get anger you.\" *He was genuinely apologetic for what he had done he really didn't mean to upset her he was just very curious about it since he's never in his life seen a person have a tail. It was different and strange... Will all people have tails in city?!?!? As he thought of that he'd look over to see that they'd suddenly just disappeared!!!!* \"W-What?! Where tail go? Tail gone now!\" *He'd shout to no more tail fox lady so that she'd notice the fact that her own tail is now gone*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi puts her fingers to her temples and sighs deeply in. Then she exhales. She swears, it's like talking to a child...\n\n\"Peaceful thoughts. Peaceful... Thoughts...\"\n\nShe can feel her forehead veins throb as she tries so hard not to yell. It's like... Imagine trying to hold a door closed. Somethings trying to break that door down. And that thing... Is a Brayer 20 times as strong as you. But he's not trying quite so hard just yet. But unless he gives up, that door's gonna come down.*\n\n*Hitoshi's anger has always been an issue. Probably from years of just swallowing down his feelings, of pretending everything was fine, of trying to be there for Mevis, of being betrayed so harshly by Arthur...\n\nBut to get angry at this tribesman of all people is just unfair. Cruel, even. He's done nothing besides wonder about the world. Which is completely understandable.\n\n\"God, Hitoshi, you're here getting this mad at some random guy? And yet you wouldn't even lay a finger on Arthur.\"\n\nThere it is again. Hello, Hitoshi's old friend. Come for another \"Chat\", it seems. But not today. Today, shut the fuck up a moment, Hitoshi thinks.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"It's okay. I am okay. I know my tail gone. Let's go...\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi reverses the spell.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"See? Tail fine. Ears fine!\""
},
{
"author": "Ro'Shan",
"message": "\"Oh! Wow your magic... Nice\" *He'd say as he saw the tail and ears just reappear back! It was so strange to him how the tail can just disappear then appear. The magic he can do was so much less interesting than this but he'd stop with the questions about his tail he could tell that he was irritating them with all the questions and he didn't want to make her angry again* \"What is name of city? Is lots of weird people with tails and horns like animal? It what Lillian tell me.\" *He'd say as he began imagining what kind of people would live in this new city. Lillian had described strange things about them and most of it he didn't really understand but he wanted to see and find out! It was clear that Ro'Shan was very curious about alot of things. It was one of the biggest reasons why he left in the first place, would life in the city be what he imagined to be like?* \"Is I asking lots questions? Am I anger you?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi sighs as she looks at the tribesman, and shakes her head. It's a white lie, to be sure, but she doesn't want to make him feel like he's done anything wrong. Because he hasn't, really, he's just... Asking questions, about what he sees as an uncharted paradise, a unique form of wilderness to be tamed. And he's simply asking the locals of said wilderness questions that, if a city dweller had walked into a tribal region and encountered natives, they'd surely be asking similar questions too. Hell, Hitoshi asked a lot of questions when she was starting out in Salvanian territory. Yeah, those days weren't so pretty. A lot of beat downs, a lot of miserable days spent in a crappy bed in some boarding house, smelling the filth from all the other down-and-outs in the place, hearing the hell outside... \n\nHitoshi can't help but feel sympathy towards the elf. The man is perfectly capable of looking after himself, sure, but Hitoshi feels as though he's not going to enjoy being forced to acclimate to such a new place. A place with a thin veneer of a welcoming attitude, that falls off the moment you fail at anything as you try to fit in.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"No, no, I'm not angry. Okay...\n\nThe city is called \"New Salvania\".\n\nIt has... Lots of weird people. Lilian is right. Uhh...\n\nYeah.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi trails off as she says \"Yeah\" And rubs the back of her head: she's not saying \"Yes you're asking too many questions\", Hitoshi is just... Not great socially. Competent, mostly, but not a social butterfly.*"
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{
"author": "Ro'Shan",
"message": "\"N-New... Selvinia? Weird names.\" *Ro'Shan would say as the two continue to walk into the city. Hitoshi wasn't very fun to talk to Ro'Shan would find out... Atleast not as fun as Lillian was to talk to. Lilian would say alot of stuff and even tell him stories, sure most of them he really didn't understand at all but it was still very fun listening the weirds noises that come out of her mouth. When in Tunuaur whenever he walked the streets he heard alot of strange noises from all of them and he didn't understand what they mean but this one didn't seem to do that like the other do* \"Why you not talk lots? Tunuar people talk lots. Lillian talk lots. You not talk lots.\" *He'd say to Hitoshi curious as to what the answer was. Any question that goes through his mind he would ask since if he knew more about the world he could better adapt. Knowledge was indeed power to him.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"I not talk lots, yes. I not like talking much. Talking lots feel... Weird.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi has never been much of a talker. That's all there is to it, really.\n\nWhat's the point of being an overly talkative asshole who never lets anyone else get a word in? Hitoshi prefers to just... Listen to everyone else's tales. It's nice to hear about what other people do. Besides, Hitoshi thinks, what is there to talk about from her?\n\nMost of her life was fairly average. The extraordinary parts of her life are things no sane ~~man~~ woman would ever talk about! Hitoshi could go on and on about the enigmatic and oftentimes terrifying cast she had to interact with as a Salamander, or the drug trafficking she was involved in where she'd slit her tail open and hide vials of opium inside... Maybe even the service her thief group provided! Buying an alibi! For the price of 2 gold, they could source a handful of \"Bar drunks\" To claim that while that house was being robbed you were busy playing cards with them when you're apprehended!\n\nOr... You can claim that you're just another young soul trying to get by in life, and that's all there is to it.\n\nHitoshi fiddles with her ponytail a bit, brushing the hair out of her face. Good Gods, this takes some getting used to. A lot of things have certainly changed. From the new chunks of tissue on her chest that shady men love to point out as she passes them by to the monthly emotional outbursts, Hitoshi has a newfound understanding of the pain of the female gender.\n\n\"Check out that foxy lady\" Or some debatably imaginative variant was funny the first time. Now though, not so much. Or at all, really.*"
},
{
"author": "plague0886",
"message": "\"Do I not talk much now like you? Do New Silvania people not talk much too?\" *He was wondering if everyone in this new city would be like Hitoshi. Would they all be just as soft spoken like her? Should he be like that aswell? Lilian had always told him that blending in would do him well but every time he goes into crowds with people they usually just stare at him and make weird sounds! Should he make weirds sounds aswell? Life outside of the forest seems so strange and complicated but in a way he's thought about everything like that so its not all that strange.\n\nIt also seemed like that woman is thinking about alot of things. What is she thinking of?* \"Are you okay? Talk to me is okay.\" *He would say before putting his hand on her shoulder imitating how Lillian acted with him whenever he missed his tribe. He also thought alot about them and he could tell that this person was thinking about something and not by facial expression but by body language and just the way she was being very quiet*"
},
{
"author": "Ro'Shan",
"message": "\"Do I not talk much now like you? Do New Silvania people not talk much too?\" *He was wondering if everyone in this new city would be like Hitoshi. Would they all be just as soft spoken like her? Should he be like that aswell? Lilian had always told him that blending in would do him well but every time he goes into crowds with people they usually just stare at him and make weird sounds! Should he make weirds sounds aswell? Life outside of the forest seems so strange and complicated but in a way he's thought about everything like that so its not all that strange.\n\nIt also seemed like that woman is thinking about alot of things. What is she thinking of?* \"Are you okay? Talk to me is okay.\" *He would say before putting his hand on her shoulder imitating how Lillian acted with him whenever he missed his tribe. He also thought alot about them and he could tell that this person was thinking about something and not by facial expression but by body language and just the way she was being very quiet*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"I think New Salvania people talk lots. Too lots. Makes my ears hurt.\"\n\n\"But you okay. You not... Racist, you not give me crap. You nice. You talk about my tail lots, but that not too bad. You okay.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi responds to the comment on her introversion with another sigh and scratch of the back of her neck. Soft spoken, yeah. Most of the time, anyway. Arthur certainly thought of her as the most stoic of the three, and that's probably true. Arthur wasn't exactly a social butterfly either but of the three Hitoshi was by far the quietest of the bunch. Even now, Hitoshi's far quieter than Mevis, and usually he'd just let Mevis do the talking.\n\nMevis. That's a person Hitoshi hasn't seen in too long. A name that hasn't even entered her mind in a very, very long time. The last time they saw each other, things were... Different. For one, Hitoshi was... You know, **Male.** And they got into an argument Hitoshi never really put to rest. Shame on her, really. What kind of friend just lets someone as broken as Mevis feel the way he did? Hitoshi would've made a mental note to talk to Mevis again... But that might be a bit of a sticky situation. For more reasons than one.\n\nHitoshi would begin to flinch as a hand is placed on her shoulder, before gently prying it off, looking to the side with a guilty face. Yeah, there's a lot going on in Hitoshi's life that could be better. A **Lot.** Hitoshi, every night, pleads to the Gods above that these changes aren't permanent, that eventually she'll be free of her burdens... But somehow that seems a tad unlikely. For at least a few months, maybe even years, Hitoshi's going to have to bear the heavy burden on her chest. It's nothing that the steppe elf tribesman should burden himself with though, so Hitoshi smiles at him and tries to calm him down a bit.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"Yes, I okay. I just...\" *Hitoshi shrugs.*\n\n\"I don't know. Life. Nothing you should worry about. Hey, tell me where you from!\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi opts to very quickly change the subject. Not only because the conversation is getting awkward to her, but because she really wants to know more about this odd elf. When Hitoshi thinks \"Steppe Elf\" She always thought of bandits, horse riders and the like. Horse **Archers.** Which makes it doubly interesting that this tribesman has never even heard of a bow in his life!*"
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{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*After a fair and long time missing from the general populace Syele had made her return back to New Salvainia. The Oriate would take in the city once more looking about at the crowds of people going through their daily lives along with herself simply blending into the endless wave of people flocking through the streets. Really, truly, nothing much had changed about Syele in the terms of the person she was, as always she continued to look at a few folks with her typical dead stare with her hollow eyes that just as ever portrayed not a hint of emotion.* \"Home at last... I do suppose...\" *The Oriate muttered under her breathe and continued to walk about the streets rather mindlessly trying to determine what she wanted to do now that she was actually back in Salvainia. She could return home to her house, but then again there wouldn't be much for good memories after her old friend Theron disappeared without much of a trace.*\n\n*The Oriate also considered the fact that she would have to purchase some new clothes as her old ones were reduced down to rags in her travels searching for him just to turn up empty. Quite actually, she almost looked like a beggar with her hair a mess and a bit of a unclean look to herself overall, truly her quest took a good chunk of her pride away as well if for anything. Eventually, Syele would let out a sigh and rested against a wall as she watched the crowds go for a time being while trying to consider what she should do with herself now that most of her absence was for nothing in the end.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Amsu would have been leaning against the table that made up his stall in the town square. He had worked in this place for at least two years, from when he could remember, but he could never get used to the droves of people that would pass him by every day. If people needed help they would ask for help, he somewhat understood that, but sometimes he really wished he could just get lucky and stretch his hand out to someone that he knew needed it.*\n\n*Today was most likely not that day, but while he had been scanning the crowd he picked up on a rather pale and desolate looking Oriate. She seemed to have been very weary from some kind of travel... Her clothes backing up that thought from how worn they all were from the natural elements and such other predicaments they've likely faced. He guessed he should approach her and offer some of his services, and if she turned him down, he could at least point her to a inn or tavern nearby.*\n\n*And so, with those thoughts, the neko kemonomimi known as Amsu got up out of his seat and approached the woman with a smile.* \"Hi there, miss. If you aren't feeling too well you could come visit my stall... I can give you a quick check up and make sure everything about you is fine.\" *Finishing his quick introduction, his twin tails would sway side to side behind him, waiting for a response.*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele simply gave the neko kemonomimi the thousand yard stare of death with a hint of disgust in her facial expression, her eyes were rather dark and just simply held his reflection in them as she then stood up fully to her feet just being an inch taller than the lad. The jackal of an Oriate was covered in severe burn scars along with several others that variety across their body from her times of questing. She'd continue to stare at the Oriate for a simple time before finally speaking.* \"My overall health is just fine... I wouldn't consider that much of an issue to begin with since right now I am just considering what I should be doing right about now... Cat.\" *Her words were rather bitter, making the oriate more so unapproachable as she then suddenly let out a heavy cough into her armpit with her eyes squinting in annoyance from it.*\n\n\"If anything of note I wouldn't care to visit your stall for a short period just for a rest, it's been quite some time since I've returned to Salvainia and I rather take a rest before going on to my home since it bares a bit of a more so bitter taste in my mouth.\" *Syele explained, her unyielding glare not giving up for a second, the oriate would then simply walk around the neko without much care for his presence but regardless she went over to the stall and took a short sit wherever she could find one for the time being. 'Bloody fucking hell...' She thought to herself while staring at the neko with a filthy look that was equivalent to getting slapped.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Amsu sighed to himself while feeling a bit... Attacked. Sure he's dealt with quite a few people of her type before, but he never could really get used to it. Some people just didn't really like to be helped he supposed, and that idea a lot of people stuck to just couldn't cement itself in his head. So even though her aggression to his care was quite obvious, Amsu decided to rather carelessly play with that fire... Seating himself next to her in the spare stool he had at the table.*\n\n\"You seem to have a rather bad cough, do you mind if I give you some treatment? I've focused most of my experiences on medicinal and magical body care. Of course not everything's for free, but I make sure it doesn't cost as much as most would demand.\" *While speaking, he'd make sure to look her over for any other obvious wounds or infections... Although the scarring was rather unique. With his experience in healing he didn't really tend to create a lot of scars. Maybe she was some sort of scary battle hardened assassin? As he thought about it, his twin tails would coil around each other... For whatever reason.*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele looked over at the neko for the time being while letting out an audible huff of air before looking up to avoid eye contact for the time being.* \"I am a bit of a healer myself, a rather skilled one at that to say the least and if I wanted my illness treated I would had taken care of it myself. That's not to say your offer is not welcomed, but I have my preferences and I don't intend to live for ever.\" *She muttered out before returning her attention back to the other oriate.* \"My name is Syele Husen of the merchant branch, I suppose any renown my name bared in Salvainia before my departure is quite... Well... Frankly as dead as I am on the inside.\" *The woman remarked, adjusting herself in the stool ever so slightly along with her mouth opening to revealed a roll of threatening teeth ever time she would speak, clearly more sharp than those of a normal Oriate.*\n\n\"You seem to be the kind type, puss, I do hope that doesn't ever come to bite you one day. I could had very well been a criminal or anything of that nature, and yet you would had been willing to affiliate with me despite that risk. Honestly, that kind of trust tends to be of a dangerous path especially with the wrong people... But then again most people don't consider myself much of a threat due to how frail I look in general.\" *The jackal spoke with a dull tone, not giving a trace to their mood or feelings of the situation, they however did present themselves as rather difficult at the time as she continue to speak.* \"But I suppose while I am here I have some time to speak to you, puss, I am just returning from a search for a dead friend of mine and quite frankly some chatter would be good to ease my tension from the journey.\" *Her eyes eventually returned to Amsu, the emptiness still presenting itself per the normal.* \"Do you happen to own a home or just this stall here? I suppose, with how you offer your services so willingly to others you are not one for making a profit.\" *She stated coldly.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*The name Husen sort of rung a bell in the back of little Amsu's head, but he decided to ignore that right now... There were more intriguing things he wanted to get to first.* \"Dead on the inside? That's a rather bold statement to make when you decide to act with such liveliness. Your eyes can be very alive when you want them to, with your preference of staring daggers.\" *He smiled to himself, continuing the small examinations he wanted to get down during the time that she was still willing to be near him.*\n\n\"It's rather basic too, but it's flattering that you can be extending some worry my way. I like to help people, and if they accept it I do what I can. I've met quite a few people who weren't the most honest or decent... But if they needed care I would give it to them. It's not like I blindly trust them to get better, or to suddenly give up on anything that's ambitiously selfish... But if no one gives them a chance or two, how do you expect anything to change?\" *He would continue on what could be interpreted as a heartfelt rant, when she mentioned that his kindness could bite him one day... And it wasn't like he didn't know that. He stuck with that mindset for many days of his life, ever since he left home. Everything has the option or means to change, it's just a matter of perspective and how others can effect that perspective. At least, to his way of thinking.*\n\n*Then finally, he got to the point that interested him the most... A journey for her possibly dead comrade, and some sort of inquiry into Amsu's personal life. This woman was rather unpredictable, with how she likes to seemingly balance two different facades.* \"If you're looking to ease your tension, I could guide you to a really good tavern I spend time at every now and then. The people there are rather lively, and they wouldn't mind cheering someone up... But I do have my own cottage, since that interests you for whatever reason~.\" *His tails would slowly uncoil as he rested his head on his hands.*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*At first Syele consider the neko to be a rather 'generic' friendly type of person who tends to look on the brighter side of life even if it's on fire and burning to the ground which just caused her to just squint at him with even more disguise at the time as the jackal eyes went a rather more so dark. She didn't typically like his type, they had a very limited grasp on realism in her opinion, but none the less she simply crossed her legs while sitting on the stool with her jackal like tail hanging low to the ground behind her.* \"Puss, I am dead on the inside for reason beyond your understanding, life has no interest for me nor will it ever quite frankly.\" *She stated flatly, before opening her serrated teeth filled mouth again to speak on his second matter.*\n\n\"As well, you shouldn't take my words as flattery, no not at all. You see, I look at people like you for the ones who die quicker than most because they tend to help too much when they do little to help themselves when the time comes around to it. A lack of survival instinct to say the least... If that would be too harsh to assume then do keep it to yourself, I have had one too many bark up at me when I frankly say things as how I truly see them.\" *Syele spoke and lightly gestured with her hands sharply as she spoke, but notably her eyes would shift likely to the side every now and again watching people to her side that would be out of a normal person's view now and again.*\n\n\"Additionally, a tavern wouldn't be of much interest to me since drinking my sores away wouldn't be of my taste and more so if they were people of any interest to me they would simply come to my home instead of meeting in some drafty tavern to wenches and whores...\" *She muttered aloud while the jackal continued to gesture and move about oddly in her chair before snapping back to the fact of his imply with the last statement.* \"Do you take yourself for a whore lad? I heard a hint of a wisp at the end of that statement implying such.\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Amsu sighed rather loudly... This Syele woman truly enjoyed sapping the life out of everything and anything around her. For someone who fancied the thought of her being superior in survival aspects, she sure drops the ball when it comes to interactions with her own species.* \"Forgive me for being so rude, but do you enjoy the idea of sadism? You make it hard to be around you, if you're going to be constantly insulting me. Even if you think you're so intelligent in pointing all those things out, it's not so far of a stretch to say you have a completely opposite problem... With how your lack of tact or trust is going to stab you in the back when you need it the most.\"\n\n*Leaning himself against the table, Amsu looked into her eyes and thought about something nicer to say... This depressing vacuum of Syele's starting to effect him mentally. He was saying things that he usually wouldn't want to say, but this person seemed way too ignorant to him.* \"... In any case. Paying you back for mean assumptions, I'm assuming you have a home around here as well? Seeing to it as the common folk in the tavern are somehow beneath you, your eminence~?\" *Speaking the sentence in a rather mocking tone, he'd pout while swinging his legs off of the stool back and forth.*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*The jackal simply touched the tip of her fingers to her chin at the question of her being into sadism and gave a concerning grin of expression that had a sense of dread to it.* \"To say I enjoy the thought of sadism would not be a lie, I do enjoy the pain of others to say the least... Well, frankly because the world deserves it and so do many others as well. To say I am victimless to my judgement would be a lie, I too would deserve to burn or die in a painful manner, but when it comes down to the end of it I have little care to my well being. As well, of course it's hard to be around me... I disfavor people altogether in the short run, yet for some reason my old friend tolerated me... Because maybe I was a bit kinder back then, but now it's a little different because the only person I grew to trust again betrayed me like everyone else in the world so frankly, yes, I enjoy pain of others and the pain of myself as well. So even furthermore, to your question will not having trust stab me in the back someday? Likely, but I'll ravish in it.\" *The Oriate's eyes had an almost demonic presence to them as she finished her little speech and let out a sigh as she took in an inhale of breath before continuing.*\n\n\"But yes, I do have a home here in Salvainia... As well... Do not assume me as one for a 'royal' taste or a spoiled bitch for that matter... A bitch you could consider me, but a spoiled one is not for of that statement. I have very little good memories at my home to say the least with all that has happened there over the time I've spent in this area. I suppose you take me as an pain in the ass right now, yet if anything, do remember you were the one who had asked me to come and speak with you along with your generous offer to concern yourself with my health. Ay? See? It's already biting you in the ass.\" *She muttered slightly under her breath while then leaning back and looking up at the sky with a rather broken look in a sense.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Amsu would start tapping his fingers against the table as he was now starting to get frustrated. So what if she was right? It's not like he expected her to be such a difficult person! God, it was almost as similar of an experience to that thief... Yet somehow worse. This definitely was not the day he was hoping for! His damn fish lied to him!* ***No fingey food for three moons!***\n\n\"It's not biting me in the ass! I didn't expect you to be such a aggravating person, that's it! If anything, you're the one who should stop being so smug! How badly could they have betrayed you if you're standing here and making fun of me!\" *It was then that he noticed she was staring into the sky with some sort of far off look...* ***This woman...*** \"At least laugh like a normal person!\"\n\n*He had spun so quickly around in his stool that he knocked himself on his arse, the stool rolling a few meters away from the stall... So now he had become very pissy. His tails were flailing behind him when he got up off the floor to stand tall. Arms at his side, ears standing at attention, and it was all tied together with a complete pout. With a hint of a frustrated tear, of course.*\n\n\"You can get off to harassing me, but don't be a pain in my ass and go around saying that you want to suffer. If you have a problem, fix it! If a random asshole decided to cheat you one day, don't go thinking every single person has it out for you!\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele just shrugged her shoulders slightly at his frustration, it had brought back a hint of 'joy', but she wasn't going to let it display even for a second on her face as she continued to torture the poor lad.* \"Smug? I haven't a bit of pride in my body, but with how you're flaring up you'd think I tied your tails together and lit them on fire.\" *She mocked ever so slightly before hopping down off the stool to stretch for a second before witnessing the scene of him going ass first onto the ground.* \"Well friend, seems not only have I lit your tails aflame, but knocked you down a fair few levels as well... Shame really.\" *The jackal walked over to the side and stood over him with a hint of tension to their stance as if they were prepared for some form of retaliation to occur just from the sheer level of mistrust they have for others.*\n\n\"As for my want for suffering I just simply see it as a solution to a problem. Wouldn't you agree? If I suffer, then I pain for what I've done to you right now, even though you say you wouldn't wish it on me for some form of harm to happen you'd still believe it deserved in some shape later on. It's just the nature of all sentient life on this 'glorious' world and with any regard I due believe you're tired of hearing me by now so how about you stand up and dust yourself off... You're making quite a scene, y'know.\" *The jackal grinned, having taken note that a few people would have taken a glance at the oriate down on the ground, but nonetheless she just leaned down enough to 'try' and help him up by the brim of his tail if nothing else was to happen.* \"As well... You don't become a person like me for some trivial matter of 'love', you endure some of the worst poisons that a person can taste and you live with it.\" *She muttered rather harshly as she would continue to lift him up and brought the stool up as well with her other hand with her eyes glancing about the area ever so slightly with a hint of caution to her dull eyes.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"What kind of a solution is that?! If your stupid outlook on life is that simple, then you should have already slapped yourself for how much of a ass you are being right now! You're just using that as a excuse so you can continue to be such a mean person! What you should be doing is learning to be better! No one has to suffer if no one goes out of their way to bring someone suffering!\" *Even though a few people might have begun to watch them go at it, Amsu was too heated to care. Syele had frustrated him enough to the point where he wanted to somehow hammer his points into her brain, literally.*\n\n*He'd stand up straight against her, staring into her eyes as he quite frankly stopped caring about what could happen.* \"And I wasn't talking about something stupid that I doubt you'd feel in a million years, because of how goddamn infuriating you are! May Bastet bless the infallible soul who somehow survives any of your stupid reasoning long enough to have you actually care for them! You think you're the only one that gets a taste of your, oH sO dEadLeE pOisOns?! You live, you make it past whatever's in your way, and you improve! You don't become some completely maddening hussy that picks on people who wanna be nice!\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele just simply blinked at him with her typically expression as she yawned slightly at his long winded speech before just sitting back down in her stool despite him getting almost right up in her face.* \"Honestly, do you really think that it matters all that much to preach that to me? I mean, you're talking against a brick wall at this point, even so I would clap if I had the necessary energy for it for your efforts. Really though, do you believe the world would function in a sense that others would stop trying to bring about the suffering of others? Greed is the almighty push for suffering, take for example the fact of currency. Some people would smolder their own children in their sleep for the right price and quite frankly some would even go as far as to sell their own family for it... To say the least.\" *The Jackal's expression changed somewhat at the the last statement before shifting slightly in their stool again.*\n\n\"To your second statement then it would be a blessing if I had no love for my entire existence, no? Best for my bloodline to end with me anyways, wouldn't you agree? My entire family tends to be like me and a rather infuriating bunch at that. Good thing their dead and more so I could even say good riddance to that notion. Anyways, if you wish to keep this conversation going we could at least handle this through a walk to one of the weapon vendors because frankly I am in need of some arms for my work here in Salvainia, puss. I might even buy you a skirt to match your flared up mood right now, a nice red one with a cute little bow on it... Yes, I believe that would truly be a improvement don't you think?\" *Syele stated as she stood up on her feet and started to walk away with her jackal tail lowered to the ground without a hint of care to it at all.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"What I think matters is that you stop relying on stupid reasons to be so obnoxiously cynical! Even if your abhorrent examples happen, it's a extremely low occurrence. Why let the actions of a few dumbasses who want to dig their own graves lead you to assume you shouldn't improve! Stop being so stubborn in your want for everyone to be horrible people!\" *The fired up Amsu just continued to follow her along, not letting up... This had possibly annoyed him enough in where he didn't want to give up any inches against Syele's reasoning.*\n\n\"Furthermore, if you actually want to experience something then you deserve to have that chance... BUT YOU'LL NEVER GET THAT CHANCE! If you keep looking down on people like they're all a bunch of rats then you'll never get anywhere with people!\" *Even while walking behind her he kept his stare at eye-level. Practically walking along like a angry child, which wasn't that far off the mark, due to all of the stress that Syele had been giving him. This person literally just refused to acknowledge anything he said, unless it furthered her point...*\n\n\"And finally, no, I don't want a damn skirt! It's not an improvement at all! An improvement would be you to clear out your wax filled ears, so you can start understanding what Im saying!\""
},
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"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Low occurrence might not be so low than you originally think, puss. I mean, really, people get mugged every day for their coin and some even die for it... There's plenty of people out there that also have many other attributes to the ideology I bare, pride would be another if you really do think about it. To kill by pride, what a thing, I mean you can even imagine how some fathers would rather beat their children senseless than shallow their pride... And even more unspeakable things if you really consider it on a more basis level for those 'low occurrences.' Really, further to the matter I may be cynical of others... But that does not necessarily mean I do not improve in the less sense. I mean, while I was gone I learned how to better hone my skills in a fight rather than just flinging about carelessly.\" *The jackal spoke as they walk until they eventually reached a weapon's vendor and she begun to observe over some of the general arms available at that time while picking up a few and observing them quietly before speaking up again more so quietly to not disturb the merchant at the stand.*\n\n\"Furthermore, we still need to see about that skirt... A tailor would do nicely to match you into one, puss. I'll even pay for the expense of getting it made or hell, I could even make it myself. I have at least thirty head of sheep at my homestead and I bet they've grown a good share of wool that could process quite well for a skirt. Also, you keep saying a lot about me looking down on others, but quite simply the suffering that can be endured for me and others is on a equal grounds.\" *She spoke out the last part while holding a shortsword at a side-ways angle more toward her own throat before settling it down before others took notice of her actions.* \"And really, it's not as if I have anything to be prideful over... I just have this stance on life that will quite frankly never change, puss.\""
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "Tfw you press enter accidentally\n\n\"It's a very shitty stance on life that should change as fast as possible. You just like to think about it like that because some people are horrible people. Then for whatever reason, somewhere in your stupid head, it translates to everyone is bad. Also, stop talking about suffering. Even if all you've done is make me upset, you still haven't stopped being dumb, so you don't deserve to have whatever weird suffering you wish for.\" *Amsu had somewhat calmed down during all of the ranting by the stall, and was now more reserved in his constant acclamation of his point. This really had just devolved into a nuh-uh between the two, from his eyes, but however childish he didn't want to give in.*\n\n\"Also, stop talking about the skirt... The only thing I'll do with it is slap you upside the head with it for being such a insatiable glutton for my attention.\" *Amsu had his arms crossed over his chest, pouting like before. Tails relaxed, swaying side to side behind him as he watched her go through all of the weapons.*"
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"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*While Amsu continued to talk away Syele continued to browse through the weapons for the time being primarily focusing on weapons with a bit of variety to their usage like halberds, warhammers, and maces. She'd eventually settle for short warhammer matched with a steel handle then along with a linden wood buckler shield that was fitted with a steel rim outlining. The jackal went about her business as she shifted through the other weapons that was contained on the tables nitpicking through them with a curious eye.* \"Some? Well, if you truly consider it a vast majority of people are horrible, the entire world of is made up of sin and wrong. And as well, the suffering I mention is of my own judgement that is quite well deserved. I mean, for the matter of the fact you could be speaking to a murderer and you wouldn't question it for a second thought up until now.\" *Her words trailed off with a mutter as she went about her shopping without a care. She'd as well lay out a composite bow onto the table along with at least two hundred arrows packed into a quiver.*\n\n\"Now Puss, I do have to ask if you intend to follow me around for the rest of the day because frankly I have a many places to be by the end of this.\" *She'd mutter off as she continued to lay out item after item onto the table before reaching down for a pouch that was wrapped around her inner thigh and started to pour out a hefty amount of coin onto the table and as she paid for it she started to put most of it on like the cuirass armor, a belt for her warhammer, a sling for her bow, and so forth until finally she started to appear like less a beggar and more so a person capable of killing another without a consideration changing by how selective the weapons were at the time.* \"And if you do intend to follow me at least preach about something a less bit more interesting than the morals of my own personality, that subject has been burned into my ears for quite sometime if you do consider it as such.\""
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Amsu would have just sighed to himself at the end of it. She really just liked to stick to the idea that because bad things happen, everything can and will be bad. Although it was somewhat true to an extent, they practically evaded the point that he was trying to get through... Or in the least wouldn't give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it.*\n\n\"No, I've made myself too tired to keep trying to yell past your earwax. If you ever feel like it I could possibly treat it with a nice ear-cleaning tomorrow... It'll cost you, of course~.\" *Deciding to just end it here and get on his way to a nice nap, Amsu started heading over to the door of the shop. This had been a rather annoying day, but at least he could try and assume that she'd consider everything he said... Most likely not, but he could always dream.*"
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"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele shrugged it off for the time being as Amsu left from the scene, she was kindly prepared now anyways and decided it was finally time to head for her homestead. She'd travel by foot making her way through the rest of Salvainia by foot until finally reaching her homestead and leaving some of the more heavy equipment within one of the rooms. Syele never really understood why she had such a large home, for what company she did have during it's prime simply died off without a lick of a sense and thus leaving the oriate by herself once more like nothing had ever happen to begin with. The rooms had gathered a rather thick pinch of dust while she was away and her animals outside in their field were left to their own care within a fenced off area, she consider that eventually she would have to shear the sheep and collect the wool, but regardless for now she rested in the living room in her chair letting off a quiet sigh in the lifeless room.* \"For all it was worth, I suppose I did earn the right to at least some form of peace in the end...\" *The oriate muttered under her breath while the silence of the room was filled up once more with not very the sound of her own breathing being that much of a comfort. Awkwardly, she shifted about in her chair until finally settling down in a resting position looking up at the ceiling for a time.*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The two of you, Kenpachi Xeno and Yukine Masako have found your way to a sad looking little farmer village in the middle of practically nowhere after hearing of a quest. The quest was of a typical flavour, one that veteran adventurers like yourselves have probably heard of a million times before: raiders harassing a town of meek peasants and forcing them to silently comply with some hefty demands, usually of gold or occasionally food, but sometimes other materials that they might make good use of, and that town requesting for aid from mercenaries like yourself.\n\nThe town you find yourself in is... A bit sad looking. It's hard to tell if it's always been this way or if the recent scarcities owing to the bandits is the cause, but either way it's a... Less than pleasant place. Yukine might even find some similarities here from that old Runran-style village she visited with that strange shrine priest, Momo. The peasants all seem to stare at you two, with your incredibly exotic gear... And for one of you in particular, the curse of vampirism. The red eyes wouldn't be missed by most of the people around you, who either watch you with a guarded look in their eyes, put an arm between you and their children, or grumble a disparaging remark about her race or her curse under their breath. A cruel reaction, yes, but... 'tis the life of the accursed.*\n\n*You are immediately met by a Macen with tanned skin, and greying hair and a beard who looks... Mildly better dressed than most of the ragged peasants around this place. He looks absolutely exhausted, probably owing to the immense stress of his situation, and often seems to pause in place as his exhaustion catches up with him.*\n\n\"Hello... I take it you... You two are here to deal with our raider problem?\""
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"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "After Yukine's last mission, she became concerned with the way she thought during a fight and went to a village that she normally went to to relax. There she met Momo, and had a fun adventure participating in a trial with the Fae. After her adventure with him, she visited a guild called 'New Sunlight' so that she could learn more about the place and think about whether she would really want to join it. When her visit was over, during a short trip she was taking, Yukine found a board with a request for help from a village. It seemed that they needed help from people so that they could get rid of some bad guys that were causing chaos there. Perfect! She had a chance to train some more before deciding whether to join a guild or not. \n\nUpon arriving at the place, she was faced with a slightly sad view of the village. It looked a little like the village that Yukine had visited a few days ago, it didn't seem to be so well looked after or very cheerful. She also came across a familiar face, the young man she had met in a tavern and who was her teammate on her past mission. She was a little embarrassed to remember that he had seen her failure, but tried to ignore the feeling of shame and humiliation in order to go and talk to him.\n\n\"Hello Kenpachi! It looks like we're on a mission together again. How are you?\"\n\nThe peasants' stares at her and the man left her feeling a little irritated, her red eyes shining for a moment as she glanced at those who stared at her. *'Annoying people, it looks like I would attack someone. Anyway, why worry about the opinion of insignificant people.'* Her thought came with a small smile that revealed her fangs, and in a blink, her nine tails and her ears appeared so that the audience who already stared at them could see. If they were there to judge, they had better see what she really looked like. And if it weren't for the money, she wouldn't help this village.\n\nWhen walking with Kenpachi in the direction of the man, who stood out between the look of the rest of the people and the village, Yukine's tails waved in the air slightly with curiosity. She put a hand on her waist and looked closely at the man, nodding in agreement with what he had asked.\n\n\"Yes, we are here to help you.\""
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"author": "Kenpachi Xeno",
"message": "*Kenpachi would look around the sad looking town before greeting the lady beside him.* \n\n*'It doesn't look like much, but I guess we have to help.'* \n\n*He would sigh and turn his head towards Yukine, who was actually showing her tails and her fox ears. He though she looked cute.*\n\n\"Hey, Yukine. I'm doing good and you look good with your fox ears.\" \n\n*After their little talk, he would turn to the Macen and nod.* \n\n\"Mhm. So, first things first. Do you know their location by any chance?\"\n\n*He would cross his arms and seeing that the people had stared at them he would pull his mask up slowly.*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The town's \"Leader\" Of sorts strokes his beard, and waits for a few seconds as he tries to recall the location of the bandit camp, and relay it to his newfound mercenaries in a way that... Doesn't confuse them any. He notices the stares as well, and shakes his head, more to himself than anyone else, a little ashamed of his own town for being so judgemental.*\n\n\"Sincerest apologies for their treatment. They haven't seen the world like we have...\"\n\n*He points to a nearby forest.*\n\n\"They're over in there... It's quite close actually, a quarter of an hour at most. You can hear them a mile off, the dimwitted bastards. I would deal with them myself, but... My fighting days are well behind me, and... Well, most of these people can barely use a spear, Ulnos bless them.\"\n\n*The man thinks some more, chuckling to himself. What a strange group he's found.. But they seem competent. An Oriate adventurer is a rare sight indeed, and even the Air Macen is of a very rare kind, as he's likely realised by now. A samurai in Salvanian territory is a truly bizarre thing to see, especially to these peasants, who have likely never even heard of a katana.*\n\n\"You can capture them if you do desire, although to be perfectly blunt I'd rather you kill them...\"\n\n\"Anything else?\""
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"author": "Kenpachi Xeno",
"message": "*After hearing the man talk, he would look towards the forest the man had pointed at. He then would turn his head back and looked at the man.* \n\n\"So.. Do you know the amount many bandits involved and the equipment they posses? And so on.\" \n\n*Gathering information was always a good thing, well for him anyways. It always seemed to be thrilling to be on a hunt for new opponents. However, he didn't want to assume they were weak because that would lead into underestimation.* \n\n*'After gathering information, we should head out.'* \n\n*He stood there with patience and silently listened for the man's answer.*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Well... There are about four of them. Two of them are what I believe to be javelin throwers, and one of them is a lightly armoured man with a mace, a shield and some magic.\n\nThe one I'd suggest you look out for though is their leader. He's... Scary, that man. Scarily fast, and scarily strong... He uses magic too, I'd say. And of course... He wears armour. Good armour. I'd assume custom built. Only Ulnos himself knows how the bastard obtained it.\"\n\n*The leader sighs deeply and shakes his head.*\n\n\"I'll await your return. I shall assign one of my hunters to ensure that you complete the task, and if he's feeling brave, maybe pitch in a little. If he doesn't return or he does return with a poor report, neither of you will be getting paid, as I've taken precautions to ensure that we at least don't get a repeat of those hooligans.\"\n\n\"Is that everything?\""
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"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "As Yukine and Kenpachi approached the bandits and their camp, she would activate *__One With Nature__* To hide behind the tree located near the rock to the right of the javelin throwers. Taking advantage of the moment when Kenpachi went to attack one of the bandits, Yukine aimed her right hand towards the javelin thrower on the left, throwing a fireball at him. So, with the angle she was in, if he reacted in time, the ball would hit the tent behind him and luckily it wouldn't cause a forest fire.\n\n```Fireball cast, 5 Mana used. Mana remaining: 125/130```"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Some good strategies to start off this brawl, it seems!*\n\n*Kenpachi's brutal strike would've been great, except... The Air Blade already killed the man, as it already hit his neck, slitting his throat and causing it to spray crimson as Kenpachi's second blow simply mutilates his body further. At least the man is... Completely and utterly obliterated, his arm dropping to the floor with a sudden \"Thud\" And his slowly dropping to the floor, weakly gurgling on his blood and completely incapacitated.*\n\n*Yukine's blow is also great at preventing any sort of retaliation, as the left javelin thrower is momentarily stunned with the flaming ball striking his chest. It doesn't kill him yet, but he lets out a cry of pain as the heat begins to sear his flesh. His face twists into an expression of agony as his gambeson burns.*\n\n\"You bitch-\"\n\n*As an act of desperation, the javelin thrower readies himself to throw his weapon at Yukine. Her stellar reaction time means that she is able to do a **Quick** Move to avoid the javelin, and Kenpachi's location means that he's not in much immediate danger.*\n\n*At least... Not from the javelin throwers. No.*\n\n*From the top right of the camp, Yukine could hear two men casually chatting... At least, until they notice the chaos.*\n\n\"And that's the plan, aye- **WHAT THE FUCK!?**\"\n\n*Yukine is now able to see both a man wearing full plate armour and helmet and wielding a longsword, as well as an Earth Macen, wearing Almain Rivet armour, an open faced sallet helm, and wielding a mace and heater shield.*\n\n\"What...?\"\n\n\"Do ye have eyes, ye daft fuck!?\"\n\n\"Oh! Oh Gods...\"\n\n*The Earth Macen lifts his shield hand for a moment, and his skin begins to be encased with stone. He smirks before running towards the scene, accelerating at a surprisingly fast rate. The armoured figure, presumably the leader, raises his left hand, and casts... Something. Presumably a buff... Or two.*\n*He looks directly at Yukine.*\n\n\"**Think ye can hide from an Elf, little fox!?**\"\n\n``Javelin thrower 1 dies unceremoniously. Javelin thrower 2 suffers one moderate wound, and attempts a desperation attack, although Yukine's Fast Reactions allow her to make a move as he attempts to strike. Kenpachi hides behind the rock so he's fine.\n\nThe Earth Macen and the Leader have shown up. The Earth Macen casts Stone Skin and the Leader casts Psionic Speed, Herculean Strength and Stone Skin.\n\nYukine was **Immediately** Spotted by the Leader. Hint hint, he's an Elf with racial Hawkeye.``"
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"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "A smirk forms on Yukine's lips when she saw that she had hit the man and that now he was suffering from the burns that the fire caused him, soon disappearing with the words and the attack that he did to her. She would move quickly behind the tree again, a sigh escaping her lips. *'How annoying, isn't it better to just give up?'* She thought before glancing from behind the tree, spotting the new two bandits coming for her and Kenpachi, who was still hiding behind the rock.\n\nIt seems that they had the company that the old man had warned them about, and the person they should be most concerned about was the leader. *'So he was right, huh?'* She thought, her red eyes glancing at the Earth Macen as he started to run toward the scene. Yukine raised her right hand, emitting a red glow as she began to summon her spear while she was still behind the tree. She noted that the leader had used some buff spells, a slight concern appearing within her. Yukine wagged his tail aggressively, as if in threat, and smirked. She was still behind the tree, waiting until her spear was summoned.\n\n**\"Bring it on, pointed ear!\"**\n\nHer red eyes glanced at him, cautious so that she could dodge if an attack was made on her. She was thirsty for blood, and those bandits would be a great snack for her."
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Moments before the woman posted the parchment on, Sirdan was browsing the bulletin board. There was nothing quite interesting to him. As he turned his back, a rich, purple set of robe caught his eyes. \n\nHe turned and looked at Neia pin the parchment to the board. Parchment, purple... PURPLE robe! She must be rich, he thought.*\n\n\"Help Wanted... I am looking for one capable of...\" *He murmured to himself, repeating the content, and then followed her into Rat's Tail Inn. The smell of freshly baked bread - and a delicious, meaty stew instantly filled his nose. It seems the tavern was quite lively and well-made. In fact, it had tables and chair! Real table!*\n\n*Neia was nowhere to be found, so he walked upstair, and knocked on room three,*\"Hello. I'm here for the job you just posted.\""
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{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*Before long, she heard a knock from the door. It hadn't even been more than a minute or two, and someone had already responded to her bulletin! Either the city is completely filled with people with combat experience, or she had been lucky.*\n\n*Either that, or she was about to be sorely disappointed.*\n\n*She opens the door, seeing Sirdan, a fellow elf behind the door.* \"You're here for the, um, training of sorts? I wasn't expecting a response so quickly...\" *She waits for a somewhat uncomfortable amount of time, before realizing the two of them were just standing in the doorway.* \"Oh, would you like to come inside, or would you like to go outside? I'm not entirely sure how things like this work.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*The elf before her was quite tall, almost two head taller than him. He was dressed in a set of comfortable, brown linen shirt and pants, with a swordbelt tied around his waist. On his belt were a buckler, a rapier and a saber, carried on both side. There was also a small backpack he carried with him.*\n\n\"Yes, I'm here for the job.\" *He replied curtly, not following up with anything as the two stood in the hallway idly. Then he gave a quick nod,*\"Employment is best discussed inside.\" *He said, closing the door and finding a convenient chair to sit on - if any.*\n\n\"My name's Sirdan. I'm an adventurer working for New Sunlight, and a warrior by trade - may I have the honor of knowing more about you?\""
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"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*As the two walk in, she takes a seat on the bed. Fortunately, the room is expensive enough to have a chair — if only a single one.*\n\n\"Neia, rune mage in training. I've been studying rune magic as long as I can remember, but I've never quite learned how to put the theory of it to actual practice — hence my, er, bulletin.\" \n\n*She takes a moment to size up Sirdan. He didn't look to be the wealthiest, but he did have the wealth to buy not one, but two swords for himself. He also worked for the prestigious New Sunlight, which meant he had at least some combat training, so he was no peasant.*\n\n\"Have you any training, knowledge, or experience in magic? Rune magic is preferred, but even soul magic will suffice if you're powerful enough.\""
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan rested his hands on the side of his chair, listening to her.*\n\n\"I've fought many time - killed people and creatures for real too, so you can be assured I have... Practical experience.\" *Painful memories were brought up immediately afterward, but he suppressed it with a smile.*\n\n\"Mm... That depends. I am not what they call a conventional mage - though I have quite a varied arsenal. I know how to conjure weapons, to knock someone off thier feet, to fight, and block spells. I'm... A specialist in taking down mage, I suppose? I could teach you about how to fight someone like me - maybe supplement a mage's skill... But for pure magic, you might need to look for someone else.\" \n\n*He paused, letting her take in what he said.*\n\n\"I assure you I know what I'm doing, though.\""
},
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"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She takes a moment to think about his verbal resumé, so to speak. He is decently skilled in magic, while also carrying a weapon, leading her to assume he's either a decent spellsword, or a poor mage attempting to make up for his lack of magical capability with a weapon. She also takes mental note of how he speaks: he doesn't speak like someone who's bluffing, but like someone who is actually confident in their ability. He also claims to be capable of fighting magi, though any decent magi would be capable of slipping past a mere buckler.*\n\n*Unless... He has more equipment elsewhere.*\n\n*It is entirely possible that this is merely the equipment he carries in town. If that is true, it's impossible to make any accurate assumptions based on his equipment alone. He had stated he was capable of taking down magi, as well as stating he __has__ killed people before. Has he killed __magi__ before? If this man truly is capable of killing real magi, his insight would prove to be invaluable to her. The ability to counter those who counter magi such as herself would be knowledge that would prove extremely useful to her.*\n\n\"I see. Even if you aren't a dedicated mage yourself, what you know may be of use to me yet... True experience is something that can speak for itself.\"\n\n\"So... Let's discuss the details of the arrangement: how long training will last each day, how many days you are willing to train me, and the cost of training, as well as what equipment will be needed and whether you'll supply such equipment, and if it has additional charges.\""
},
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*He rested his own head on top of his hands, clutching them them together as he stared at Neia, waiting for her reply. It seems she is deep in thought. A few moment later, he found the staring too awkward to keep up, so he closed his eyes instead.*\n\n*Neia's voice woke him from his temporary slumber*\n\n\"Mhm - I can teach you how to fight, about the mindset of someone dedicated to mixing physical and magical combat. And I'm a better teacher of... Real combat compared to most mage. I can supplement your expertise.*\n\n\"I'm a part-time trainer at New Sunlight, so acquiring the ground should be easy - I could rent and even frame it as a demonstration lesson. Of course, that depends on what kind of spells you are proficient in. As for time, let me think for a moment\" \n\n*He paused and fell into thought.*\n\n\"Three hours a day, I'm available throughout the weekday and saturday, sunday is for rest. As for cost of training, I think 5 silver a day should be fine. I will supply the equipments and possibly summon them, and there's no additional charge. The training will take place at New Sunlight.\" \n\n\"Of course, how long the training can last productively depends on your physical endurance.\""
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"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*As he said he was an actual trainer of New Sunlight, she realized she must have underestimated him at first — or overestimated the guild. The input of a seasoned trainer is sure to prove useful for her.*\n\n*She then caught a detail of what he said.* \"Wait, if you can summon—\" *She catches herself.* \"Nevermind.\" *She thought about why he would have to carry swords with him if he were simply capable of summoning one on the spot. Either summoning weapons took too long to be reliable in a quick situation, or he needed to conserve his energy to cast spells whilst using a weapon, and summoning a sword would be an unnecessary use of energy in the midst of battle.*\n\n\"So, every day but sunday? I haven't any day-long plans, so I'll be open any days you are. I'm capable of paying five silver a day, and I'm mostly open in the evenings, as I teach early in the day. I've not been to New Sunlight, so it would probably be best for you to show me the way.\"\n\n*'And I'm sure I could grit my teeth if it means I get the best out of my five silver' she thinks to herself.*"
},
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Every day but sunday - yes. I can promise this contract arrangement for around a month - unless any new jobs come out. I don't plan to take job that isn't around the Capital. But in case that happens, I'll inform you ahead of time - I need to make a living... Adventuring, after all.\" *He said.*\n\n\"I can show you the way.\" *He stood up, and then started leading her downstairs, down the main street toward New Sunlight's headquarter,*\"If you want, I could also take you along on the easiest quests or task New Sunlight have - act as a mentor or instructor of some sort, if you want to gain some first hand experience fighting beasts and wildlife.\""
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"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "\"Would I have to pay extra for you to take me on quests?\" *She knew having a tutor with her on a mission that gives her __real experience__ is what she needs more than anything. Even if it did cost her extra, she wouldn't turn down an offer like that.* \"I would be willing if you saw it fit to take me on such missions — though, don't expect me to know much more than what you teach me in the time we have until then. Any knowledge I have on how to use magic is useless if I don't know *When* To use it.\"\n\n*As she follows him through the city streets, she is sure to follow close — her appearance surely painted a large figurative X on her back. If someone were to be robbed in the middle of the street, she wouldn't be surprised if it was her. The dyed purple robe certainly made her stand out among the townsfolk.*"
},
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"I don't have many reliable partners for those quests. So let's cut a good deal. I will take you on an easy quest - in fact, we will limit it strictly to easy one that don't deal with people. And then depending on your performance, we will talk about whether to charge you or not. Alright?\"\n\n*He offered,*\"Killing people is an extremely dangerous business, and I don't recommend you try to do it without good training. It would be my responsibility if I got you injured in anyway. Practising... Fireballs on local wildlife is better.\" *The first part was said in a hushed tone*\n\n*Sirdan was thinking about something else in the meantime. Namely a big fuzzy purple housecat that happens to have two legs and fours arms. What did he plan for her? He fight everyday for money, but is too afraid to let her do any fighting herself. Perhaps he is applying the same sentiment to Neia too.\n\nThe two arrived at a spacious, huge headquarter. He led her into the lobby, and waved at a friendly, tall looking green orc*\n\n\"This is New Sunlight\" *Sirdan proclaimed loudly. Just loud enough to cover the noises of training weapons clashing*"
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"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "\"That sounds fair enough, but I'd like to set a solid price on it — even a range, if need be.\" *She thinks for a moment.* \"How does... Five to fifteen silver sound? That would be thrice the price for ordinary training at most, and equal to ordinary training at least.\"\n\n*She responds with a similar hushed tone.*\"I agree, I'd prefer to remain as, er, *Alive* As possible, and if I've learned one thing about people in my time out, it's that they have a funny way of defying expectation. I'm not looking to risk facing an archmage out of nowhere.\"\n\n*Upon reaching the headquarters of New Sunlight, she takes a moment to look at it. She feels a strange sense of familiarity — most likely just deja vu.* \"So __this__ is New Sunlight. It's... Far more grand than I'd thought it to be.\""
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"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"A solid price... Sounds good. Five to fifteen silver's not much, but we'll split the rewards evenly and I'll charge you a tiny commission on top of that. That should be fair for both of us.\"\n\n\"I'm glad you have a shared interests in staying alive. I want to return home to my friends and ward alive, too. I've seen too many... Young and eager adventurer die or get maimed.\" \n\n*He pointed at a quest board,*\"This place has the Emperor's favors. Cheap, disposable adventurers fighting for the Emperor instead of causing troubles and being hired by local noble. It is a great deal. Just look at all those errands.\" *He pointed at all of the easier quests. The bounties are quite cheap, especially on the lower end,*\"When you have too many adventurers, the pie get smaller for everyone.\""
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{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "\"Yes, I've no interest in my life being cut short...\" *She then adds,* \"...Or my arm, for that matter, I'm rather fond of having both of mine.\"\n\n\"So, people looking to be 'adventurers' simply gather here and... Learn how to adventure?\" *Such a place was interesting to her; she'd never thought of adventuring as a real career choice, let alone one worthy of an academy to teach it.* \"Must be a dangerous line of work. Bravery must be common around here as to warrant an entire guild.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan grimaced when Neia mentioned arms. Images of a bleeding, severed hand in a certain temple flashed through his mind.*\n\n\"Ah... Yes, it is good to keep your arms intact. Mhm.\" *He took a deep breath afterward.*\n\n\"Indeed. This guild was founded by a disillusioned soldier - so I heard. The goal is to provide training and employment for those adventurers and teach commoners fight. That's how it is supposed to be anyway. But you can see the division here.\" *He pointed at a training yard, where a well-dressed trainer is training a ragtag bunch of adventurers to be.*\n\n\"It is a very dangerous line of work, adventurers don't come home from their mission all the time. I've heard of a group sent to track down a rogue mage, ex-member. None of them came back alive. And funerals or memorial is a daily activities.\"\n\n\"But say, two man in a hundred is born talented with magic. Many of them are born to poor family, or born a second or third son or daughter. There's nothing for them. They come here, fight for the rich, die for them. And some of them make it to the top, have many children and starts hiring adventurers for their own dirty work. As for the rest... Well, a lot die.\" \n\n\"I'm the luckier one.\""
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She noticed the reaction he made when she mentioned losing an arm. She had better be more careful with what she says around him.*\n\n\"It sounds... Gloomy. I can't imagine what it's like to have something like that be a regular occurrence.\" *She thinks for a moment, before changing tone slightly.* \"But, where there's both work and danger, there's opportunity. I imagine adventuring comes from necessity as much as it does from promise of glory. It's easy to convince yourself an adventure would be thrilling and joyful, and adding a silver reward atop that is sure to attract many.\"\n\n*She suddenly gained interest when he mentioned people born with talent for magic.* \"Huh, magic is that prevalent? Though, then again, there's a big difference between being born with a natural talent and actually *Nurturing* That talent...\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"You get used to it. I've had people die twice on a quests I took. And I almost died in the last one. Fire and fury. A blast of hot, scalding oil to my right. My shield on fire, I felt the heat through the straps. I killed the two mages responsible.\" \n\n*He let out another long sigh,*\"Indeed, there are many talented people. Magical in some way. Whether it is healing, or separating salt from water, or knowing how to conjure a spear out of nowhere. Converting it into a useful work is harder though, so is finding a good mentor. This is what the guild aims to be.\"\n\n\"But there's too many of us brutes around for us to be paid well.\" \n\n*He pointed at a 100 silver mission on the bulletin board.*\n\n\"I'm sure you earn more than that. Anyway, would you like to start training? I could... Hmm, offer target practice for some other spells, or maybe I could teach you to fight hand to hand.\""
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She listened intently to his story. If true, it would confirm that he's more powerful than she initially assumed. To think there were people capable of defeating powerful magi...*\n\n*She looks at the mission with a 100 silver reward.* \"I can't imagine risking my life for a measly single gold piece... Though, perhaps it's less about the gold and more about the practice for some. If that's what a single gold piece is worth, imagine what *Ten* Is worth. All I know is that I'd easily choose the cheaper quest than the more expensive one; it's probably far less dangerous.\"\n\n*At his question, she thought for a moment.*\n\n\"Well, you're the expert. Tell me: would you rather fight a magi who's more capable in magic, or one who can hold her own without magic?\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"A hundred and fifty silver for rounding up some violent birds... Not too bad pay, I'd say. But I heard some are demanding the commission rates to be lowered. New Sunlight's funded a lot by commission. Those charity... Isn't free, after all.\"\n\n*He led Neia along to an open, free training yard he managed to co-opt, and then grabbed a training sword from the corner.*\n\n\"I'd rather fight one that's more capable. But you know what would be the worst enemy? A mage who's good at both. Tell me, how strong you reckon you are?\""
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{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "\"Not... Exceptionally so. I doubt I'm very strong, I rely far more on my magic. I have had practice carrying books around, but I doubt that translates to swordfighting capability...\"\n\n*She proceeds to the same corner, taking an arming sword for herself. She has difficulty picking it up at first, but once she takes it in her hand she gets somewhat used to the weight of it.* \n\n\"It's... Heavier than I expected, but I'm sure I can manage.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"We shouldn't begin with swordfighting. It is difficult, and I recommend all beginner use a cutting sword with a shield first. Much easier that way. But you're a mage and I presume you carry a staff around all the time..\"\n\n*He held out his left arm, conjuring a magical shield.*\n\n\"Now, for safety sake, swing the sword at the barrier - I need to make sure it is properly enchanted.\""
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She nods, getting a secure grip on the sword. She grips the handle firmly with her right hand, and attempts to put her left on the handle as well, but there's no space for her hand to comfortably fit. She raises the sword to her right, performing a horizontal strike at the shield. She swings sluggishly, but strikes the shield with a decent amount of force — enough that could probably harm someone, if they had no armor on.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*The shield was struck, and Sirdan remained unmoving.*\n\"I felt nothing.\" *He said in monotone, satisfied that the weapon was indeed, properly enchanted for safety.*\n\n*He made an awkward, but powerful swing from his sword toward his shield. On impact, nothing happened.*\n\n\"Good, both weapon are safe now.\" *Sirdan sheathed his own sword, and walked over to Neia, pushing his shield aside,*\"Now, the first thing is to get your... Edge aligned properly. You usually don't strike straight horizontally - You fight the force of the earth pulling you downward. Try diagonally.\" \n\n*He backed off, readying his shield as a target again*\"Right to left.\""
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "\"Alright, right to left.\" \n\n*She raises her sword, swinging it diagonally downward, from right to left. After finishing the slash, she struggles to maintain control of the momentum of the weapon, being slow to recover.*\n\n\"How was that?\" *She asked, keeping the sword in a firm grip, ready for the next instruction.*"
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{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan gave her an assuring note, and then readied his stance.\n\nThe sword struck the shield, and nothing quite happened - it seems there was no perfect transfer of momentum, so the sword flexed slightly then cruised downward, pulling Neia's arm downward.*\n\n\"Mmm. I think your grip strength is lacking. You might need some strength training. Your recovery speed is too slow.\" *He glanced at the sword in her hand, walking over and demonstrating a proper grip to her.*\n\n\"Try to hold it like this. Then, strike me with 3 seconds of pause in between. Right left, left right, then try a thrust.\" \n\n*He demonstrated a thrust against the air, showing how he aligned his arm and wrist with the sword, before thrusting it forward. Then he reset his position, facing her with the shield again.*\n\n\"When you perform the thrust, try to do it without full force first - I want to make sure you don't sprain your wrist.\""
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She nods,* \"Alright.\" *In response to the instructions given. She corrects her grip as he recommended, and holds the sword tightly.*\n\n*She raises the sword, performing a strike from the top right. This time, she doesn't use her full swinging force, focusing instead on maintaining control of the sword. After she finishes the strike, she waits three seconds, and raising it up to attack from the left this time. After that strike, she gives another three seconds before pulling the sword back towards her. Pointing the blade at the shield, she thrusts the sword forward, still trying to maintain control of the blade more than anything.*\n\n*After she finishes the chain attack, she slowly lowers the sword down, placing the tip of the sword on the ground, seeming to be somewhat tired. She places her other hand on her forearm, rubbing it gently.* \"The weight's going to need some getting used to...\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*He stared observantly at her hand, making sure the grip is correct. He gave an approving nod, and then took a step back, readying his stance for her attacks.*\n\n*This time, the strikes flowed better than the last one. With the correct grip she would arrest the momentum of her sword better - but her strength will limit how well she could control it.*\n\n\"You'll need to train your strength. Perhaps I could teach you how to use a spear first - if you don't mind carrying them on your back. As for your hand... I could get you some medicine.\""
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She moves her hand from her forearm, shaking her head.* \"No need, it's just a little more tiring than I expected it would be.\"\n\n*She raises the sword back up off the ground, keeping it pointed to the ground.* \"A spear, you say? If you think a spear would be easier for me, there's no harm in trying.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Take a few minutes of rest.\" *He ordered, and then fetched a training spear from the corner. He tested it against his shield for safety, and then unconjure his shield.\n\nHe walked up to Neia, pointing at the head of the spear,\"This is what they call a boar head spear. Wide, piercing head that no one want in them. Look at the lugs. They stop the spear from going too deeply.\"\n\nHe traced his finger along the edge, an action that would make multiple people wince.\n\n\"The edge on this can be sharpened and used to cut. Like that spear over there.\" *He pointed at the menauvlion in one of the rack, a 2.4m long monster with a long, sharpened and heavy blade*\n\n\"While you rest. I will demonstrate.\" *He pulled over a target dummy five meters in front of her, and demonstrated three simple thrusts to the midsection, thigh and head.\n\n\"Pick up the spear from me and try it out once you are rested. Start by mastering the simplest attack.\""
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She doesn't have to be told twice; she relaxes her grip on the sword, placing the tip back onto the ground, moving her hand to the pommel. She watches as he demonstrates the spear's properties and specifications, making a mental note.*\n\n*She then watches as he demonstrates the proper form for using the spear, making note of his grip, stance, and motions.*\n\n*After watching him go through the motions a couple times, she walks over to where she took the sword from, placing it back where it was. She moves back to where she was waiting, ready for Sirdan to hand over the spear.*"
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{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*After hearing Sirdan's approval, she places the bottom of the spear on the ground. She breathes heavily, but shakes her head at his offer to get a medicine wrap.* \"No, I'm fine... I just need to catch my breath.\" *After a moment of rest, she takes her spear in both hands again.* \n\n\"Uh... How much blood? I wouldn't say I'm *Particularly* Squeemish to blood, but I don't have much — if any — experience with large amounts of blood.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Alright, take a rest.\" *Sirdan said, sitting down on a nearby bench, letting out a sigh. It was a rather hot summer day, and the city was not the coolest place to be in either.*\n\n\"Quite a bit - I'd like to get a trainer here and have you practise real combat against a summon - you use a real weapon, they use a fake one. Something like that. Unfortunately I cannot summon any... Right now.\""
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "\"Well, I suppose having practice against something that can fight back would be good. Should we do that today, or next time we meet?\"\n\n*She moves to sit on the bench, setting the spear on the ground beside the bench. She begins to rub her hands together, attempting to rid herself of the slight soreness forming. Looking across the training field, she wipes the sweat from her brow.*"
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{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Indeed. Let's do it tommorow and stick to martial practices. I don't think we can find a trainer available right now. Afterward, we can go to the canteen and have some food - if you wish.\"\n\n*Sirdan would fetch a clean towel from his pack, handing it over to Neia to wipe off the sweat,*\"How about another thirty minutes of practice before we eat?\""
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "\"Thirty minutes sounds good to me...\"\n\n*She accepts the towel he offers, wiping her brow with it, before setting it on the bench beside her.*\n\n\"...And food sounds even better.\" *She stands back up, ready to continue training.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan quickly got down to practice, teaching Neia more about basic footwork and spearwork. Once thirty minutes is over, he headed over to the canteen, where around a dozen trainees are enjoying their meals.\n\nThanks to an influx of money from questtakers recently, the canteen now have actual tables. Most of them seems to be enjoying stew with bread of some sort. Four adventurers sat in one table in the corner, and on top of the table is a large roast chicken and some roasted beef, alongside savoury creamy stew - must be a group of well-to-do adventurer. All four of them carried a rapier and buckler, another indicator of their status.*\n\n\"Rice your thing? Shall I go to the kitchen and cook up something for you and I? Are you an omnivore?\""
}
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