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155 | 2022-04-01 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Katya Aslanov of the Corleone Family",
"message": "\"Kahaha...\"\n\n*Fair's fair. Sitting down with the pig masked weirdo, the woman still kept a tense body and less than trusting gaze. Really, she should've known herself that she was getting a tad too comfy. That was on her.*\n\n*Katya sat and awaited for either someone to come take their order or for Terrel to get anything, in which case she'd follow. The offer of free food wasn't to be denied though... Being poor for a while means one gets to appreciate the little things a lot more.*\n\n*She started to twirl her hair a bit. She was starting to need blood now... She must admit... The curse was getting her worked up and thirsty, to the point that Terrel was looking mighty fine...*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Elf would make himself comfortable in the booth, noticeably more relaxed in comparison to Katya.*\"I'm assuming you're a Mercenary of sorts, or perhaps a Bounty Hunter?\"*The Elf would question. In sitting back in the booth with his arms relaxing within the cover of his cloak, it was hard to tell if he was directly staring at her or just sitting back while resting his eyes.\n\nOf course he was gazing at her, though with that mask on it could have been the latter.*\"Or do you just happen to be a businesswoman who got laid off?\"*There was a hint of curiosity in his tone, mostly from him wondering if she made such an effort in chasing down someone for herself or another with enough reward. She almost reminded him of someone he had met recently doing similar before the mishap that occurred during such.*"
},
{
"author": "Katya Aslanov of the Corleone Family",
"message": "\"I'm a bounty hunter.\"\n\n*Katya cracked her back and neck, and relaxed a little. Just a little...*\n\n\"Businesswoman... Keheh, nah, but again, flattering.\"\n\n*Looking over the crowd, she drew air in through her tongue and made a hissing sound at the sorry crowd that drove themselves into this place. She knew those types, and knew they'd be up to **Something** Less than great.*\n\n\"Watch your back when you're gettin' stuff done, I feel iffy about the atmosphere right now. Aight?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*So his thoughts were correct. It was probably the first he'd truly talked to a bounty Hunter, though he supposed a Mercenary wasn't too different.*\"I can see a lot more than you may think with this mask on.\"*The Elf would say. Although it was tempting to make humor in the situation, he knew better than to let his guard down, especially in a tavern of all places. It was always a problem waiting to happen, though it was one of the few convenient places to gather.*\n\n\"Suspecting something'll happen?\"*He'd eventually question her. If she were picking up something, it could have either been her paranoia or something to drive real concern. Terrel wasn't too sure. Then again, he didn't know the woman well enough to be able to tell what was causing whatever itch she was feeling about the place at the moment.*"
}
] | 164 | 620 |
216 | 2022-04-07 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*A slow, warm wind blew in through the door, sending a quiet whistle of air into the room to announce the presence of a newcomer in town. Her hands were held steady at the sides of her waist, hat held low and belt strapped on high, 'er gun in a holster much too expensive t' be from these parts.\n\nThe dwarf immediately shot a gaze over to the tavern's barkeeper, her brows raising as a cheerful smile found its way onto her round cheeks. Short white hair tied up into one long braid flowed over her black traveller's dress, her boots covered in dry mud. It didn't look like it would come off with just a simple scrub but at least that meant Asuga wouldn't have to worry about cleaning the floor.* \n\n\"Ooh, well first of all, I need a place t' sit. Does the bar have any open seats?\" *The woman's voice resounded loudly, reminiscent of that of a merchant - pronounced and projected so that anyone and everyone could hear it. She had a backpack on her, packed to the brim with contents which she dropped at the side of a stool that she assumed had no reserved occupant.*"
},
{
"author": "Asuga Nakano",
"message": "*Asuga's smile widened as she saw the dwarf enter. What a sharply-dressed young woman! Asuga didn't see amny of those at her tavern. The Okamimi was further surprised by the authority and volume of the woman's voice. It wouldn't take much imagination to picture the woman as a merchant. Asuga nodded.* \"Of course! Would you like a table, or just a seat at the bar?\" \n\n*The words flowed from Asuga's mouth naturally, her tongue practiced to reciting the phrase for every customer, every day. However, she didn't seem uncontent with this, she enjoyed the safety of her routine. Sure, it could get monotonous when the day was slow, but you got to meet all sorts of interesting people in this business, and Asuga had a feeling this new customer was one such person.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*The Lora quickly flicked her head from side to side, taking in the lighting of the bar and her ears perking up ever so slightly - as much as dwarven ears could perk up - to pick up the voices of the other customers. 'Ah, sweet Anita, I've gotten you a little present~!' One voice proclaimed with passion. 'Theodore, get yer ass back on ya chair.' Another spoke an order. All of them little threads on the tapestry of this village. \n\nM'ralind's crimson eyes came to focus on Asuga, her lips upturned in that bountiful smile.* \"Just a place at the bar's fine. An' I'll take somethin' that'll take a while to down.\" *The order was pretty much the standard for M'ra by now whenever she drank alcohol. Her father had unfortunately accustomed her to dwarven fortitude when it came to partying, much to her mother's dismay. She looked to Asuga, the previously analytic gaze replaced by a much warmer one.* \"I'm M'ralind, hope t' be a good customer for ya!\""
}
] | 234 | 648 |
344.333333 | 2022-04-22 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*Hollering was one of M'ra's many talents! Her chest even puffed itself out in pride by instinct as she thought that, only to let out the air in her lungs with a short but cheerful huff. Turning her head down to the pint that had been served, her smile gradually steepened. She swivelled the drink slowly from side to side, letting the glistening alcohol swirl and slosh for a while as she started to turn off her work smile. Coincidentally, work meant having fun, but even M'ra needs some time to relax from work every once in a while.\n\nCurling her thin fingers around the thick handle of her pint, she gripped tightly and threw her head back, hoisting the whole thing one handed and letting her braided hair flow down her back as she began to gulp down. Eyes wide open, she tilted them to the side, looking at the new arrival at the bar. Pointed horns rising through short, brown hair. A face detailed with narrow eyes. M'ra looked further down, starting to slow down her drinking and tilting her head down as a result. Wings on her back..? And a tail too... She had never seen nor heard of anyone like this before. Finally her gaze dropped down to the scaled legs peeking out from her dress. \n\n...Oop, the gin's not even touching my lips anymore. The Lora hurriedly lifted the pint back up, gulping down for a bit before letting it down onto the table. Having just drunk a ton while distracted, the drink crashed onto the wood, making a loud thud and causing her to jump an inch from her seat like a spooked cat. Oh, crap, she's definitely gonna notice I was staring.*\n\n\"Uhhh...\" *M'ra's head flicked from side to side, her fingers nervously twiddling around the handle of her drink as she tried to improvise an excuse.* \"S-Sorry miss, I ain't never seen someone with...\" *Her words trailed off, the sound of her voice replaced by the rough scratching of sharp nails against the wood of her mug.*"
},
{
"author": "Sybil Tz'aalach",
"message": "*Sybil received her drink fairly quickly, taking a long swig from the glass before slamming it down and sighing, closing her eyes. But only for a moment, as she feels another's eyes watching here, and looks over to a short, pale dwarf woman who's currently ogling at her legs. Sybil raises an eyebrow an cracks a grin. Usually people stare at her for reasons of \"What a hideous creature!\" Rather than \"Nice thighs.\" Sybil cleared her throat and spoke.* \"Hey, little lady. You like what you see?\"\n\n*The dragoness stares at the woman for a moment, before breaking into a chortle, slapping her hand on the bar counter.* \"Ahh, sorry miss, didn't mean to frighten you.\" *Sybil smiled again as the dwarf trailed off.* \"It's alright, you don't have to apologize for bein' curious. Trust me, this aint' the first time I've caught someone starin'. I'm not the most subtle woman, you know?\" *With this, Sybil chuckled again.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*M'ralind sucked in a breath as she was hit with 'little lady' and 'like what you see'. Critical damage! M'ralind became confused! She didn't know it was possible for a vampire to blush, and still she didn't know considering she couldn't see her own cheeks, but it certainly was a bit of a revelation for anyone else looking at them.* \n\n*After stammering for a few moments, she closed her mouth and swung her mug right back up again, chugging the rest of the drink. It didn't help her current situation and the slightly concerned tilt on her brow, but it gave her a chance to try and speak again.* \"N-no no, I didn't mean t'...\" *Only to fail to get any meaningful words out again. Her head turned back to the bar, just looking down at it for a moment. Seconds ago she'd been getting ready to own the room, like she always did. To get a few pints down and to celebrate whatever with strangers. And here came this woman, having already done that, slamming the counter just like she normally did and taking complete control of the conversation. If there was a word to describe the way M'ra's eyes simultaneously twitched in shock and shined in awe, it would have been flashing all over her brain.* \n\n\"Shaw..!\" *That was the result of her head frying and trying to make said word.* \"...'scuse me. M-m' name's M'ralind. I'm sorry fer starin'. I'd just never seen someone with...\" *She nudged her head to Sybil's horns, wings and tail, though her eyes still seemed to flicker down every once in a while, colouring her wax-like cheeks a pale rosy tone.*"
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69.666667 | 2022-04-25 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Sybil Tz'aalach",
"message": "*Sybil saw the dwarf's cheeks growing red, obvious against the rest of her pale white skin. Both a preferred and a welcome outcome. The dragoness then quickly began formulating a plan, intent on making this frankly adorable dwarf woman blush some more.*\n\n\"Ah, think nothin' of it. I'm just jestin'.\" *Sybil had an air about her, it was easy to respect, but also easy to hate. Sybil knew this, and she used it to her advantage, accentuating both ends for those she took a liking to, and vice versa. It was obvious, at least to Sybil, that this dwarf woman had fallen under the former category.*\n\n*Sybil chuckled more at the woman's stammering.* \"M'ralind? That's a pretty name. You can call me Sybil.\" *The dragoness grinned.* \"I get it. Wanna touch em'?\""
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "***YEEEEEEEESSSSSS YES YES YEHEHESSSS***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Cod frothing at the mouth"
}
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256 | 2022-04-26 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*M'ralind was a girl of curiosity. Her heart tingled at the thought of learning something new, hearing a story she'd never heard! The questions that would usually fill her head about Sybil's race, what life was like for her, all of those untethered tidbits of knowledge she would usually seek with confident passion, they were drowned out by the clear voice of the dragoness before her.*\n\n\"Aaaaah, uhm, yes?\" *The dwarf answered in a flustered and rushed manner, her hand letting go of her mug and going down to her lap, where she twiddled her fingers together. She had no clue what Sybil meant when she said 'em, but she wasn't going to ask. Her imagination was already treading possibilities.* \"S-Sybil... Mnnh.\" *Her lips turned up into a small smile as she looked down at her lap.*"
},
{
"author": "Sybil Tz'aalach",
"message": "*Sybil stretched out her wing, not far enough that it became a size problem, but enough that M'ra could gently feel her dark red, leathery wings. At the same time, her tail snaked up and plopped itself on M'ra's lap.* \"Here ya go! Be gentle with the wings, and only rub down the tail. If ya rub me the wrong way, I could accidentally fatally injure you.\" *Sybil hesitated for a second before breaking out into a loud laugh.* \"I only jest, I only jest!\"\n\n*She continued, faring her wings out slightly.* \"But still, careful with the scales. They may be good protection head-on, but gettin' hit on an angle hurts like hell!\" *Sybil couldn't help but catch M'ra's wandering eyes. Seemed this woman had some ideas! Sybil didn't say anything, though. The dwarf's cheeks were still red.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*Well now she didn't know what to touch first. M'ralind looked out to the extended, leathery wing that almost poked her head at this angle, lifting one hand up with a finger outstretched. It looked just like a bat's, but the scales on it were purely like reptiles. It was fascinating, and that fascination reflected in her eyes as she pressed her palm against the back of the wing. Eventually, she turned over to the front, pinching lightly to feel the difference in texture - Oop, it feels so velvety on this side!*\n\n*The little lady's attention had been almost completely gone, enthralled with the wing as she was, though after a good minute or two, she finally let go with a quiet exclamation.* \"Ah, f-forgive me, I was lookin' fer too long.\" *She didn't know what came over her every time she looked at the dragoness' eyes, making her look down at her lap, the woman's voice making her recede her chin against her chest. A bundle of hair fell loose as she hung her head low, making her lift a hand up to curl it over her ear again, her hand staying on her neck and nervously rubbing it. Her free hand rested against Sybil's tail. It felt somehow similarly leathery to the wings, yet so much sleeker. As she was about to start moving it from one side to the other, she remembered the lady's words, and began gently tracing down it's length.* \"I ain't got the angle wrong, right?\""
},
{
"author": "Sybil Tz'aalach",
"message": "*As M'ra petted her wings, Sybil giggled softly. It was a ticklish feeling, to be touched right on the thin leather of her wings. It was where her skin was the thinnest, and thus the part of her body she was the most careful about. But she trusted this little dwarf woman, which was weird for Sybil, given the limited amount of time they'd been talking. But there was just something about her...*\n\n*Sybil shook her head.* \"No worries~\" *Sybil could sense the turmoil within M'ra, the way she had gently held her wing, the way she looked down in embarrassment every time they locked eyes. If Sybil didn't know any better, she'd say that M'ra had a crush on her! And luckily for the dragoness, she didn't know any better.*\n\n*Sybil looked on in glee as M'ra slid her hand down Sybil's tail. This was so fun! It had been years since Sybil had let someone... Basically pet her. It was weird. It didn't feel patronizing or demeaning, it felt comfortable. And, Sybil had to admit, especially when M'ra was doing it. It was such a strange moment, such a strange feeling- but good. And comfortable!* \"No, you're perfect.\" *Sybil sat for a moment, then her eyes widened and she shook her hands.* \"Ah- I mean- you're doing it well! Ah, fuck.\""
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204.2 | 2022-05-21 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"Oh, uhm...\" *M'ra wasn't quite used to having her tab paid for by someone else. Usually, she'd be refusing, but now she just looked down with a slight sense of embarrassment.* \"Thank you, I appreciate it.\" *Shaking her head, she decided to accept the treat and turned, hopping off her seat and lifting her chin up to look up to the lady.*\n\n\"To be honest, I'm happier answering questions than askin' them. 'S a lot easier to answer and a lot more fun than worryin' bout pokin' too deep.\" *The dwarf followed along with Sybil, taking a light jog to catch up with her after she had began walking out of the tavern. The clinking of metal in the hefty bag she had with her slowed her down a little, but she was able to catch up regardless.* \"Ya don't have t' mind about ya questions. I'm a story teller, ain't nothin' you can't ask me!\""
},
{
"author": "Sybil Tz'aalach",
"message": "*Sybil turned her head halfway to M'ra, looking at the dwarf out of the corner of her eye, and gave a small smile.* \"Please, don't mention it- it would be rude of me not to.\" *She looked down to the dwarf, and her heart skipped a beat as she saw M'ra looking right back up at her, chin tilted as though she was trying to gauge the height of a tree. Sybil realized quickly just how short she was- but it was adorable nonetheless.*\n\n*The dragoness sighed a breath of relief upon hearing M'ra's preference to answer instead of ask. She was always cautious about sharing her past, but she wanted to be extra careful what she said around M'ra- Sybil would never forgive herself if she scared this woman off.* \"Hm. Ok, then, M'ra... Where are you from?\""
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*Hm, a great question to start off with! Then again, M'ra would have to control herself so she didn't go off on a huge tangent. Already her face had a look on it as though she wanted to burst out with gossip. Fiddling with her fingers behind her back, she gave her answer.* \"I'm from Prasia, the Caverns. Natural born dwarf to the core!\" \n\n*What with how pale she was, and with how thin her figure seemed to be, she didn't look particularly dwarven, though her endurance with the alcohol earlier certainly was evidence that she had that typical dwarven blood.* \"I was born and raised there. My ma taught me t' read an' write, taught me manners, how t' be a lady in case I meet with high-born folk, and my pa taught me how t' forge, fight an' drink!\" *The woman giggled a little at the thought of her father, crumbling apart in old age, throwing drinks about with a bellowing laugh just as she often did when she got drunk.* \"What about you, Sybil? Where're you from?\""
},
{
"author": "Sybil Tz'aalach",
"message": "*Sybil looked on in amusement as M'ra's face lit up, knowing she had asked a good question.* \"Oh, no kidding! I could've guessed.\" *Not too far from where Sybil was born and \"Raised...\" Presumably.*\n\n\"If ya don't mind me saying, though, you don't look the mining type. You said you were a storyteller, right?\" *Sybil chuckled as M'ra regaled her with her family history.* \"Those are the real skills, there.\"\n\n*As soon as she was hit with the question, Sybil's entire attitude seemed to change. Her eyes averted, she drew in her arms slightly, her tail wrapped itself around her leg. She looked at the dirt below in silence before speaking, never once looking up at M'ra as she did.* \"It's... Not something I talk about lightly... Maybe I'll tell you another time.\""
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*M'ralind's hands shifted about from being held behind her back to in front of her as the two walked, her boots thudding softly against the dirt. She had a smile as she was complimented on her \"Skills\", round face brightening up.\n\nThat bright smile went away quickly as she saw Sybil's reaction to her question, that sad look on her face making the dwarf stop in her tracks. It made her heart drop as she felt her voice become quieter.* \"I'm sorry, I shouldn't 'ave asked.\" *M'ralind looked down at the floor like Sybil had done. She wanted to reach out. So she did, her hand reaching as far up as she could to pat her back. She didn't know how it would be taken, but she remembered just as well how lonely it felt to just be left in the quiet at moments like this.* \n\n\"I'll be happy to listen then. But for now, there ain't no need t' wallow in sad stories, right?\""
}
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{
"author": "Horace",
"message": "\"Home at last are we?\"\n*Horace mumbles to himself as the vision of his land comes into view. A towering building of lumber and paint, the words \"Club Caranaro\" Splayed across a sign in various languages. The elf is dropped off at the front by something of a taxi service, the cart wheeled off soon after to it's next customer.*\n\n*The thief gives a gentle huff, rubbing his wounded arm, sore from the ride. He walks around the back of the building, through an alleyway and to the back entrance. He reaches into his pocket, fiddling with a key and unlocking the thing before swinging open the door.*\n\n*Upon which the aroma of sizzling meats, boiled vegetables, and a menagerie of spice fly into his face. He smirks gently, remarking to himself about how busy this place must have been in his absence. He steps through, greeting his employees and the like as he heads up the stairs and down a hall. Stopping just before he reached his room at the end of the hall, glancing to a guest's room just beside it. He knocks twice, be fore reaching for the door handle.*\n\"Diao? You home?\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*The sound of small metallic pieces going against each other could be heard through the door. Diao was incredibly focused, hunkered over a device. This device, of course, was her metallic arm. She currently had a thinner arm in its place as well as another one over her right shoulder, holding small tools like screwdrivers and tweezers. Glasses adorned her eyes, which she typically didn't wear, but it helped zoom in on the small details. The bronze and steel held an incredible amount of artwork in it, both sturdy and decorative; numerous gears and pulleys helped to control the joints. The forearm and hand were partially disassembled; a scythe-like blade was connected by two extending branches from the forearm, and what seemed to be just a piece of metal with a spike was placed where the knuckles usually were.*\n\n*She would be completely oblivious to Horace, taking a small sip of an herbal tea next to her. Horace could probably walk right up to her without her noticing.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace",
"message": "*The elf enters, curious about what the girl seemed so fixated on. Gently sliding the door closed behind him as he slinked up behind her. At first, merely peeking over her shoulder at what she was doing. Glancing over the work of metal, not completely understanding what was happening with it.*\n\n*As time passes though, the elf grows bored. Deciding to play something of a prank on the woman. He reaches up his good hand, placing it on her shoulder and speaking quietly before she could respond.*\n\"Hello~\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "*Ever closer and closer the elf Horace sneaks, until he's directly behind her. It takes a while for her to realize that someone's behind her, and only after Horace says hello does she react. She jumps from her chair, and the sudden reaction causes the scythe blade to be sent flying across the room, now completely disconnected. The wooden wall has now a forearm sized blade stuck in it.*\n\n\"HOLY FUCK!\"\n\n*Diao quickly looked towards her tea, then slowly to the person behind her.*\n\n\"Oh, Horace. Jeez, you could have cost me quite a bit.\"\n\n*The artificer takes another sip of the tea, standing up and taking a look at the metal blade now inside the wall.*\n\n\"What brings you here?\""
},
{
"author": "com.co",
"message": "I didn't get the ping lol"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"",
"message": "*The elf blinks blankly as the blade is flung across the room and embeds itself in his wall. Well then. Can't say what he expected. The thief looks back to Diao, smiling lightly at her.*\n\"Sorry sorry. Working on that arm of yours?\"\n\n*He looks back to the blade, approaching it and attempting to wrench it from the wall. A great deal of difficulty, considering his_ arm.*\n\n\"What? Can't I drop by to say Hi? I've been gone awhile after all.\""
}
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113.142857 | 2022-10-12 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"",
"message": "\"A flame thrower huh...? Sounds interesting. Just try not to blow your other arm off, would you?\"\n*The elf said with his sort of black humor, smirking as they pry the thing out of the wall. The elf inspects the wound gouged into the wood, frowning lightly. Would be hard to replace.*\n\n*He glances back to Diao, fighting the urge to recoil at the smell of her tea.*\n\"It's still attached. I appreciate the thought, but I just need a doctor. I'm planning to get it checked out this evening if you'd like to come with.\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"I won't blow off my other arm. I'm not an alchemist.\"\n\n*Diao looked at the wall, nodding.*\n\n\"I suppose I'll try and incorporate that into my arm. Could make for an effective weapon if I used a simple straight bolt, instead of such a large blade. Better penetration.\"\n\n*Diao coughed after drinking her tea. It was clear she didn't enjoy drinking it either.*\n\n\"It's medicine.\"\n\n*The elf took another sip, looking at the arm.*\n\n\"Barely. Seems pretty gnarly; what happened to it? Did you stick your hand down the gullet of a dog or something?\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"",
"message": "\"Maybe you should make your own appointment then... And yeah, I suppose. Some centaur nearly hacked it off when I was crossing the border. Heh, you should've seen how he ended up.\"\n\n*The elf smirks, briefly remembering the headless horseman. He runs his arm sorely, stepping over and taking a seat in a spare chair.*\n\"Anything of interest happen while I was gone?\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"I have my own appointments with an apothecary. Doc couldn't help me, sent me to her. It tastes nasty, but hey, it works.\"\n\n*Hacked it off? Ah, that was right. The boss had traveled to Mentia for a bit to raid a village. It seemed obvious now that they would face opposition. She just didn't expect it to be that severe.*\n\n\"Not too much. I punched someone in the face. My golems are also disassembled at the moment; I'm considering rebuilding them into something different or repurposing their parts. Oh, and is there also a rabbit near here? I've seen her in the streets a couple of times; nearly no one notices her, but I do.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"",
"message": "\"Sorry to hear that... You what? What the hell happened?\"\n\n*The elf raised an eyebrow at the woman, concerned about this news. He didn't want to develope a bad reputation for his establishment, and depending on the context... The elf's train of thought is derailed as she mentions a bunny.*\n\"Oh? You must mean Auburn... Yeah, she's something of a messenger for me. Amongst other things... Reminds me that I should pay her a visit as well. \""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Some guy tried to rob me. I refused, and he tried to stab me. Hit metal underneath the robe. Consequently, he got his jaw rocked and some teeth... Displaced. Left after that.\"\n\n*Diao wasn't concerned with Horace's worry at all. In fact, she felt exhilarated when she felt the force travel through her mechanical arm, through her shoulders and down her toes. Ah, her old warrior days.*\n\n\"Auburn? Interesting messenger. She is quite discreet. I would say she needs a little more meat on her bones, but uh...\"\n\n*Diao lifts her right arm, the sleeve falling to reveal a thin arm.*\n\n\"I can't say much.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"",
"message": "\"Really? That's interesting... Remember what he looked like?\"\n*Horace wondered about the situation. A robbing against Diao was it. He'd have to find them and make an example of whoever it was.*\n\n\"Hehe... Something you two have in common it seems. Speaking of which, hungry?\""
}
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"",
"message": "*Horace nodded, making a mental note of the characteristics mentioned. He'd ask for more details and put out a little bounty sometime later. But for now, he was to relax. The elf chuckled further, rousing from his chair and approaching the doorway.*\n\"Let's not jinx ourselves here. Hm... Well we *Are* In an Inn. I heard the cook's special was a rabbit stew and a loaded baked potato. Sound good?\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Rabbit stew? Sure you didn't poach your messenger or her siblings? Sounds good though, I'm in. Just let me get these off.\"\n\n*Diao fiddles with something underneath her robes, and the two thinner mechanical arms come falling off, clattering to the floor. The artificer rolls up her sleeve to the shoulder and grabs the larger, more solid prosthetic arm. For a brief moment, Horace can see just where the arm attaches to the shoulder; not bare skin, but some sort of leather sheath combined with some metallic bits seemed to be hidden under the elf's clothing. The mechanical arm was riveted on to the socket, and Diao rolled down the sleeve, completely sealing the bronze and steel contraption. For an extra measure, Diao slipped a thin glove over the metal hand.*\n\n\"There we go.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"",
"message": "\"Haha... Who's to say really? What do you-\"\n*Horace trailed off in confusion as the woman proceeded to unattach and reattach her arm. A grimace involuntarily forming on his face for but a minute. He wouldn't comment on it, allowing his eyes to stare for not much longer than a minute.*\n\n\"Well then... That seems real handy.\"\n*Whoops. That one slipped out...*\n\"Aha... Let's get down there, before they run out.\""
},
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"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Yeah, it's like equipping a knife to your belt or something. Except the belt is across my chest, so the arm actually stays secure and doesn't you know, slip off and fall to the floor.\"\n\n*Diao let out a small tch, acknowledging the pun (intentional or not), and began heading down along with Horace.*\n\n\"The progress is going well, I'd say. With a little more work, I'll be able to magically implement a lot into my arm. I've been looking at those 'Arcane Gauntlets'; they're really neat. Not truly a gauntlet; it's more like a construct around the arm that allows you to project magic from it quickly, and even create a small sort of 'weapon' from it.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"",
"message": "*Horace nearly broke a smirk as he imagined a tiny knife stuck to Diao's shoulder in place of her arm. The two moving out of the room and down the hall, nearing the stairway.*\n\"Arcane gauntlets... I've heard of those. Supposedly compliments a fist fighters style quite nicely. Magic isn't for me though.\"\n\n*The two then arrive down at the bottom floor, and Horace casually strolls over to a reserved table. The table itself seemed elevated from the rest, and of better quality. Horace's personal, or something for special occasions at least. The elf takes a seat, and promptly waves over one of his waiters.*\n\"Two Specials with an Ale and...\"\n\n*He looks to Diao for her choice of beverage.*"
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"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Not just fist fighters. Any mage who wants a good melee weapon, and casting in melee. What?\"\n\n*Diao caught the smirk seeping through Horace's lips, and she gave him a small glare. Nothing serious though. The elf did take notice of Horace's special table; it was better than the rest. So this was the power of money, huh? Diao took a seat, adjusting the chair to the proper distance, crossing her legs.*\n\n\"Just tea for me, thanks. Can't have alcohol.\"\n\n*Diao sounds disappointed at the fact.*"
},
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"author": "Horace Caranaro \"Manwhore \"",
"message": "*The waiter nods, and the elf waves them away.*\n\"Hm... I'll stick to more conventional methods. If I had to harm someone at range, a throwing knife, or even one of those new bolter things would be preferred.\"\n\n*Not that Horace ever found someone who could stay out of his range for long.*\n\"Can't drink? Why's that?\""
},
{
"author": "Diao Tai Feng",
"message": "\"Ah, a darter? I've been looking into one of those as well.\"\n\n*Not that she had much use for one; with this new discovery, she could probably launch entire lances of metal.*\n\n\"I'm already sick. That's why I was drinking the tea earlier; it's medicine. I can't stress my body further with alcohol. Believe me, I want some. I just... Choose not to anymore.\"\n\n*Ever since her sickness had been triggered, she had to cut off certain foods. Less sugar. Less alcohol. In general, it was suffering. Only her work helped her stay focused.*"
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru had a long day. It felt like it should be night even if the sun barely reached it's peek. The wolf kemonomimi had done allot of preparing as his eatery has really picked off and he planed on leaving towards the west.*\n\n*Kibaru wore a snow white coat to match the snow with black pant reaching over his brown boats. Both his coat and boots had fur lining making them ready for the winter. Kibaru's coat was open revealing his bare torso with scaring all over. Even his left cheek bore a scar. Clearly this was someone that got into many tussles. Behind his was a blur of 5 or six bright blue tails swirling behind him as he walked. His ears having the same bright blue colour, but his hair was dark and seemed to have a slight blue tint under the sun*\n\n*Kibaru was wondering the streets with a board in hand and a pen in the other, he was occasionally asking from person to person. Whether it was a shop keeper at the stalls or a random passer byer*"
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"author": "hazerlaser",
"message": "The Salvanian Empire, a land of the powerful, in both wealth and strength. With the Mentian conflict just west, it was a relatively safe and thriving place to be, with the streets still bustling with life, war mostly an afterthought. However, news of such battles carried from over the horizon in the wind, a stench of death and destruction. Though many sought to avoid it, many also found the war profitable, including a wood-man, from a far-off land.\n\nThis man was towering over the civilians of the Salvanian streets, draped in a sizeable blue-purple robe that obscured most of his body. Adorned on his head was a wide-brimmed hat, in the same colours, that cast a shadow on his face. All that peeked out were his yellow eyes, like small suns of the desert, vibrant and shining. He was in the market for armour, as his had been in a state of disrepair since many moons ago, as well as directions west. He sought to make himself known in the mercenary scene, not just for money, but for the thrill of combat, of which he was desperate for.\n\nUnfortunately, the desert-thing, Gambir, had trouble locating a blacksmith, as the strange sounds and noises of this place were foreign to him. He was a stranger in an even stranger land, and such things were overwhelming. Perhaps it had been a mistake to even come? He would be better off looting gear off a corpse."
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Noticing this strange individual with a troubled look, Kibaru saw an opportunity and immediately moved towards him before giving an audible greeting amongst all the noise* \"Why hello there friend. What' brings you to this parts. You seem quite lost. Might I offer some assistance in trade for some information?\" *Kibaru asked before giving a bow* \"Okami's the name. A merchant, hunter and cook. How may I be of service?\""
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"author": "hazerlaser",
"message": "Gambir's confused trance was broken by a voice directed at him from below. He looked down at the stranger who had called to him, casting a large shadow on the ground below. A confused look came over the plant-man's face. *This short little fellow had a tail, and ears! Did they know that? Was it contagious? Were they even functional? A tail must make it difficult to fit into doors! And how would you even wear armour with such large extremities jutting off of you! What did it feel like?*\n\nGambir tried to keep his composure.\n\n\"I am Gambir, and I am here for armour, but I am having trouble locating a smithy! This land is foreign to me, and I am rather confused. Someone even tried to take my money! They didn't even ask nicely! I'm a very charitable person, you must understand.\"\n\n\"What information do you seek? I shall provide!\" Gambir then suddenly leaned forwards a significant amount, so he could whisper to Okami. \"Also, you have something growing from your head and rear. You should probably get that examined.\""
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Hah. Never seen a Kemonomimi before, huh?\" *Kibaru laughed a biit before he shook his head* \"Don't worry. I know. And it's quite natural. Something I was born with. And my mother and father as well. And their mother and fathers and so on. I'm quite surprised you've not seen my kin before. We aren't exactly rare among all the other races.\" *Kibaru said as he looked around* \"A smithy, huh. I know this one great up starter. Not much of a name, but good work and cheap services. But I'm sure you'd be willing to add a little bonus seeing as you are such a charitable man\"\n\n*Kibaru then turned and gestured for him to follow* \"As for my information. I simply wish to know more about you. I've already gather you seem to not travel much and you are new here\""
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"author": "hazerlaser",
"message": "A Kemonomimi? That was a rather complicated name. Gambir knew he'd have trouble pronouncing it. He hadn't seen many of their kind as he had kept mostly to himself, since his time at the Tiai Khanate. He didn't know how far their influence spread, and he wasn't ready to engage in such large gatherings as this, for he knew his features were distinct and his silhouette recognisable, and he would make an easy target for even the worst bounty hunters.\n\nGambir followed Kibaru, walking slow as to not overtake him with his huge strides. Why would anyone would want to know more about him, he wondered. Perhaps this Kibaru was a bounty hunter too, but Gambir doubted he would attempt anything. And if he was going to lead the wood-man to an alley and attempt to incapicatate him, he would be eager to engage in the fight. Regardless of Kibaru's intentions, Gambir decided to engage with him.\n\n\"I come from a land south, very far south. Farther south than any man could reasonably live, I believe. From the maps I have read, we were at the border of the known world.\"\n\n\"And I say we, because I was with my family. My clan. A large clan, but we kept to ourselves. Of course, we could only stay away from the known world for so long. So then we moved north! I do not know why. Well, I wasn't alive then, so that's probably why.\"\n\n\"And then blah blah blah army blah blah I'm here now!\" Gambir skimmed over the last part to avoid any incriminating details about his identity. Even if Kibaru was not after his throat, an attentive passer-by could always overhear.\n\n\"What about you, Kemomominomimonomi? What strange land do you hail from?\""
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Salvania. Born and raised baby. What about you. Where exactly did you come from. And what do you do for a living?\" *Kibaru said as he continued leading the way forwards looking around allot as he did so with his ears. From the way he was talking. It seemed he was multi tasking. Listening to both him and everyone else. A true merchant*"
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"author": "hazerlaser",
"message": "\"I belonged to a land that no empire or kingdom had laid claim to. It was next to a large closed-off sea, I heard. My people's name for it would ring no bells.\"\n\n\"I'm in the mercenary business. At least, I aim to be. I'm heading west, where such services are most required. Such violent lines of work is all I've ever known. They're dangerous, sure, but the thrill of the fight more than makes up for it.\"\n\nThe money was merely a bonus to Gambir. His lifetime as a slave-soldier had accustomed him to being fed the bare minimum, owning only what he was given, and sleeping in what beds he was allowed to. The only reward for his service was the thrill of fighting, and the joy of being able to work for a cause, whether he believed in it or not, whether he was recognised for it or not.\n\n\"And what profession do you fall under, Okami? Or does asking people about themselves fill your stomach and put a roof over your head?\""
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Little old me. Think you can see I'm a merchant at the very least. That and I cook. And from occasion to occasion I do mercenary work. And I can relate to the thrill of battle. So how about it. Want to spar a little after your armour get's fixed?\" *Kibaru asked with a devilish grin as he looked at the man that followed him* \"Though if victory is the only thrill, then I'm sorry to disappoint \""
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"author": "hazerlaser",
"message": "\"A merchant is a noble profession. For a while, I was one, with my family. I helped run a coffee shop, made pancakes. I'm named after a pancake, you know. That was all a very long time ago, now. But I retain the knowledge! You ever need to know how to make some caffeinated beverages, you come straight to me!\"\n\n\"I'd love to spar! However, it's just not the same when you're not in mortal danger. The battlefield is what I truly crave! Nothing compares to the feeling of charging the enemy lines on horseback, spear in hand, wind rustling through the cracks in my armour! You ought to try it one day, fighting amongst your brothers and sisters for a cause.\"\n\nGambir had lived two lifetimes already. In one, he was but a humble coffee merchant. It was simple, but it was peaceful. In another, he was a soldier, fighting on the front lines with his comrades. Perhaps in another reality, circumstances had led him to stay in one or the other, up until his final days? Regardless, in this reality, he was onto his third.\n\n\"What weapon do you most prefer? I find the reach of spears to be quite useful. You seem like a longsword fellow to me.\""
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I only fight along side one person. A brother not by blood. Though, he is probally stronger than me right now. As for my preferred weapon...\" *Kibaru drew his Katana from it's sheath* \"Close to a long sword I guess. But I like the curve it offers* \"The blade was completely black and the sheath was purple with a blue dragon spiralling up it. The sword had a slight hum to it and a faint blue glow. But he soon sheathed his blade again* \"One of a kind this one\""
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"author": "hazerlaser",
"message": "Gambir looked down at the katana. He couldn't imagine using such a small, quick weapon. How were you supposed to reach anyone? He could, however, appreciate the fine craftsmanship of the weapon, and the blue glow it emitted was clearly magical in nature. Gambir hoped to get his spear enchanted one day, but with what, he did not know. Some element, perhaps. Fire, maybe.\n\n\"Wonderful! A blade most divine!\"\n\nGambir reached one hand into his cloak and procured a spear almost as large as he. It was not as ornately crafted as Kibaru's, and had clear signs of wear and tear. Its simplicity made it look like a standard-issue weapon a soldier would have. Gambir gave it a twirl.\n\n\"This one has helped me through many-a-battle. You should see how it shines on horseback!\""
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Oh, so you're one for cavalry, huh. I have a horse myself... But she's... Somewhere else at the moment\" *Kibaru squinted his yes before shaking it of as he came to a stop* \"Here we are. Best smith I know... Not that I actually use smiths at all... But It's always good to know of one. Maybe you should let her take a look at you weapon too. She mainly does armour, but she know her way around weapons\""
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"author": "hazerlaser",
"message": "Gambir looked up at the smithy's sign. Finally! What a relief! He ought to make a mental note of the shop, so he was not forced to wander aimlessly again. How had he missed the large anvil symbol? Perhaps the radiant light of the sun had obscured it from his vision, no matter.\n\n\"I thank you, Okami! I do not know how I would have found it without your assistance!\"\n\nHow curious was it, to find a stranger so helpful. \n\n\"This is an odd request, but do you mind accompanying me into the store? In the few stores I have visited, they have reacted with suspicion to a foreigner such as I, and I believe some have tried to get away with increasing their prices. I do not doubt the quality of your recommendation, I would rather not take the chance.\""
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru would nod and shake his hand* \"Quite something to say, huh. Well I hope good fortune finds you wherever you may go.\" *After shaking his hand the Kemonomimi turned around with a wave* \"Don't go causing trouble round here, you hear.\"\n\n*Going inside, Gambir would be greeted by a wave of heat with the sound of metal being worked. Inside he would find a woman with a relatively dark tanned skin. With dark purple attire. It wouldn't take to long to see her muscular physic as she was hammering away at some steel with sweat covering her body from the heat of the forge. It would take a little while for him to get her attention and even then she would keep him waiting a little bit with the reason that she didn't want to mess up*\n\n*Soon after however she would grab a towel and move his way. Her body was covered in sought from the fires. Kibaru was correct in her not being to bright and her prices being relatively cheaper even if her craft was quite superior to what she was offering from the looks of the armour he had seen coming in. She would help him get his armour fixed as well as any other metal or leather working he needed*"
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"author": "hazerlaser",
"message": "Gambir ducked to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe as he entered the shop. The wave of heat hitting his face startled him for a moment; even though he was accustomed to such temperatures, the sudden difference in temperature was quite surprising. The store was quite impressive, Gambir would have to take some design ideas if he ever wanted to settle down and start his own coffee shop, which was certainly an option if fighting ever lost its appeal, though he doubted such things would occur.\n\n\"Greetings, Ellena-of-the-forge! Hello? The metal is very loud, can you hear me sufficiently?\"\n\nSoon, Ellena did approach, and Gambir was able to speak with her. He had doubted the store would have anything in stock to his liking, and his odd body proportions likely meant that many items simply would not fit, so he had brought with him a blueprint of sorts with the details he wanted. It was certainly an odd attire, and Gambir, on numerous occasions, requested things that do not exist, or were outside the realm of affordability or usability. One such example was the 'white metal' and 'black metal' he asked his armour to be made of, but was simply compromised to be painted over. Strangely, he did not ask for any of his weapons to be even slightly repaired.\n\n\"I do hope this is all possible for you to make!\" Gambir procured some money from his cloak and put it on the table, paying for the armour in full before it was even created. \"Please take your time with such fine craft, I do not wish for quality to be compromised in exchange for speed!\"\n\nGambir turned to leave.\n\n\"I bid you farewell, Ellena-of-the-forge!\""
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Greeting traveller. Sorry for the wait. I was a little busy nailing out the few finishing touches to the armour. How may I be off help to you today?\"\n\n\"Wow, strange. I don't remember telling you my names... Are you like a psychic or something?\" *Ellena asked with a questioned look on her face as she looked at the armour* \"Wow. Well, I guess I can fix this up. But if you have like the coin, I could just make you a new one\" *There were armours in the shop of varies sizes and some had different designs to fit a great deal of odd bunces, but some of her armour seemed to all to a little different. Unlike armour Gambir would've seen, the seem to all be a little bigger with extra material.* \"Anything else I can help with?\""
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"author": "hazerlaser",
"message": "\"Your store was recommended to me by a little man with tails and ears. Blue tails! He went by Okami.\"\n\n\"I insist that the armour be repaired exactly as I have requested. It is very important to me. You may need to replace certain parts in a state of disrepair, however. I believe I shattered the shoulderpad.\"\n\nGambir would not allow himself to be seen in any armour but that one. Many sleepless nights had been spent perfecting it. In his eyes, there was no armour better. However, he could admit that though it was perfect in artistic craft, its durability may be lacking, simply due to the lack of funds Gambir had to spend. He could always make a more powerful copy later, though.\n\n\"Oh yes, before I go... Do you know the route to the nearest town in Mentia? I had some trouble getting here and would not like the same to happen again.\""
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"A small man with blue tails? Goes by Okami... Can't say I know of someone like that...\" *Perhaps Gambir's decryption of 'small' made it hard for her as she was imagining quite smaller than a dwarf* \"Maybe like a fairy, I guess. I didn't know the town had those...\" *She would start taking the armour apart bit by bit, not even bothering to look at the blue prints. She maybe have seen to be a little forceful, but she didn't break anything and seemed like she knew what she was doing*\n\n\"No... I don't travel much. I even got lost trying to come here of all things... I still get lost just trying to return to my shop from time to time, but at least I get to see new things I didn't know about. Maybe the blue fairy will help you out again?\""
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"author": "hazerlaser",
"message": "\"Oh, no, not a fairy! A macen-thing. What were they called again? Kemo... Kemonomo- keminomomi! Something like that.\"\n\nGambir visibly winced at Ellena's forcefulness with the armour. He thought the handling to be brutish and haphazard, but he was not the professional and therefore allowed her to continue, though he kept a close eye on her hand movements.\n\n\"That's a shame. Siui is beautiful this time of year. And you ought to visit-\" \n\nGambir cut himself off. He could not bear to think of such beautiful places where he would not be allowed to return. It filled him with a grief and longing he had not felt since his youth.\n\n\"Do you feel no desire to explore the world? You seem like a strong woman, you should join the military! See far off lands, shed blood on foreign soil! And for the good of your country! Is there no greater honor?\""
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Mmm. I don't no this Kemokemonomokeminomomi fairy you speak of...\" *Ellena said before scratching her head* \"Maybe I'll visit some time, but now I'm getting this shop nice and running... Also, I do have clients that depend on me. I travel every now and again, but not really out of the country\"\n\n*With his words of honour, she slammed her first to the table as she stared at him* \"Honour? Well not many people reach that with their fists and bare backs, now do they. You have fun on the battlefield, but to me there is no greater honour than seeing my weapons and armour on the victor of battle. Only one greater would be forging a piece of armour that is legend so much so that the wearer was simply mentioned once in legends of it\""
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"author": "hazerlaser",
"message": "Gambir gave up on trying to describe Okami. Perhaps the two had never even met in the first place, and he had heard about Ellena from someone else, too. It really didn't matter either way. Gambir doubted he would ever see the blacksmith or the tailed-man ever again, once he left Salvania.\n\n\"I suppose we always need forge-men like you. Forge-women... It is quite a noble profession and a noble dream! I quite dislike commendation myself, but to each their own.\"\n\nGambir simply had no want nor need for such appraise that making a weapon for a legendary hero would bring. Perhaps he felt he was undeserving of medals and awards. Certainly, every man involved in the same things as he would agree. \n\n\"Have you ever succeeded, or come close to succeeding, in such a goal? The weapons here definitely look like they have legendary potential.\""
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Me, no. But my great Grandfather has made some of the most legendary weapons and armours... Unfortunately, I specialize more in armour. My father and brother know both crafts and I am yet to best them. But I've got plenty of time and opportunity to learn and evolve my craft to a level even surpassing their own... Maybe I can even forge a decent enough weapon by then.\"\n\n*Ellena had a shine in her eyes as she spoke before putting the armour fully disassembled into a box before slapping a label on it* \"But for now, don't go asking me for weapons. I would hate for them to lead to someone's death. Anyway. What's you name, Traveller?\" *She said with a writing utensil in hand*"
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"author": "hazerlaser",
"message": "Gambir nodded as Ellena spoke. He was not the most knowledgeable on legends of powerful warriors and their weapons, but he still found them interesting. Perhaps his spear would become legend one day. Although, he did not hope such a thing would occur. \n\n\"Yes, family pressure is a great annoyance. My family ran a coffee shop, but the chance to continue that legacy is far behind me.\"\n\nGambit looked down at the box. Wonderful! He would be sure to check it as soon as he had time to, to make sure it was to his liking. If it wasn't, he did not know what he would do, but he would certainly be quite peeved. His blueprints had clearly been disregarded.\n\n\"Gambir is my name! Quite a great name, if I do say so myself.\""
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Really. Wow. Why's that?\" *Ellena asked as she wrote down his name, the spelling a little off looking like. Gamberr. She the looked at him up and down* \"You grown at all. I might as well do a adjustment here and there while I repair it so it fits better. I might as well\""
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"author": "hazerlaser",
"message": "\"Oh, nothing much. I was just enslaved as a child, so I haven't seen them in... 20 to 30 years, I think. They wouldn't even recognise me, if I could even find them,\" Gambir spoke of such a horrific event casually, as if he either did not care or had overcome such trauma. Both were likely applicable.\n\n\"Oh no, no more adjustments, please! I'm sure it's fine as it is!\" Gambir quickly picked up the box. He did not want to risk Ellena warping the armour any more than she already had, so far from his original design. \"Thank you very much for offering, though!\"\n\n\"And I'm sure you've got a lot of work to catch up on! Why waste even more time working on some old armour?\""
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well that must have sucked. Glad to see you are free at least\" *Ellena had a firm grip on the box, even with her smaller size, it seemed like she carried some weight to her own strength* \"Don't worry in that case. I won't do changes if you requested it. But I am not going to leave that armour disassembled and rusted like that. Have a little trust and it'll be as good as new... I don't get to repair armour as often as I would've hoped. It's mostly just doing other metal forging related tasks, such as horse shoes and what not. I'll be sure to take good care of your memories\" *Ellena seemed eager to get working* \"So you want me to fix it or are you just going to leave a girl hanging?\""
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"author": "hazerlaser",
"message": "\"Oh, don't be sorry. I loved it! They made me fight, it was truly wonderful.\"\n\nGambir was quite impressed by the strength of Ellena's grip; he was not used to meeting people on a similar level of strength as him. It made him respect her quite a bit more. If she did not fight, then such strength could only come from a mastery of the forge.\n\n\"Hmm. Fine, you may,\" Gambir reluctantly eased his grip on the box, letting Ellena take it. What facial features were visible underneath the shadow of his hat were clearly displeased, and his bright golden eyes kept a close eye on the box.\n\n\"Please be careful. I do not doubt the quality of your skill, just your methods.\""
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Methods? Anyway. I'll be sure to have it done in... About two days. You think you can keep busy. I'm sure you can find your way back\" *Ellena took the box and put it down next to a few other boxes* \"I'll be sure to only repair it\" \n\n*She then walked back to him with a hand out towards him for a hand shake* \"I'll take payment upon completion.\""
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"author": "hazerlaser",
"message": "\"Methods... You know, the way you hit it with the hammer. It does not matter, I do not know what I am talking about.\"\n\nGambir reached a long wooden hand out of his cloak and shook Ellena's hand. He had wanted to leave as soon as possible, but he supposed he could wait in Salvania a bit longer, if just to get the armour. He was used to sleeping in rough conditions, so perhaps he wouldn't even need to buy room in an inn. \n\n\"I shall return then! Thank you, Ellena-of-the-forge. I cannot wait to see the armour!\" Gambir said, shaking her hand vigorously. With that, he let go, and turned to leave the store, eager to find something to eat."
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"author": "oni.",
"message": " \n \n⧼ . ͟ \n\nSalvainia. A bustling capital overcrowded with people from the most diverse upbringings; roads and taverns nearly blowing from population. It is nearly impossible to hear one's own thoughts over the immensity of speeches, vendors, pedestrians.\n\nBigger than any tavern & taller than any tower stands the sun above their heads: judging by its position casting no shadow over any structure, it has barely hit mid–day.\n\nAmidst the clash of buyers and sellers, one specific alchemist lays her wares. Tsubo, an alchemist red oni, is setting down copper potions onto the counter of her store, awaiting for costumers, organizing the coin she had already acquired from the morning shift.\n\nThe strong sun shines bright on her crimson skin, making it redder than ever. Concealed by fluffy dark hair, pitch–black irises scan the area beyond, and impatient digits tap the oakwood structure. A groan.\n \n "
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"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*The sun was burning through the multitude of people walking back and forth in the streets of Salvainia. Isabelle and Zed had traveled for some more time in the territory before stopping in town to do some shopping. It was risky for both of them, but if they did everything right, there would be no problem. So the woman hoped. A few days ago, she ended up getting rained on one night and began to feel slightly unwell. Now she was looking for some medicine, especially since Zed had started to worry about sneezing.*\n\n*She approached the store wearing a white hood that covered her entire body and head, silver lilac hair falling in a long braid beside her face. The heat was getting in the way, but she preferred to keep under the thin fabric. She was small and seemed fragile at first sight. Isabelle looked around for whatever products were within her reach, a quiet, low voice echoed from beneath the silk hood.* \n\n\"Hi. Would you have anything to help with colds?\""
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"author": "oni.",
"message": " \n \nHer attention was delivered to a cloaked character approaching her store, dressed in peels despite the striking sun.\n\nWould not be that odd: Tsubo has seen her fair share of oddities. Perhaps it was a cultural thing? She shouldn't think too much about it.\n\n— Yes. Good evening! — she began. The smile posted on her lips perfectly displayed sharp teeth, and with the fact her eyes were unseen, her friendly tone could come off as intimidating.\n\nSharp nails waved as Tsubo gestured Isabelle to come closer, a question delivered: — Is this cold everything you need fixing?\n\nHer prehensile tail pokes around under the counter, attempting to find the correct flask.\n\n︵ \n \n "
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*Isabelle pressed her lips together a little nervously. She almost never went out without her partner by her side, he was the one who usually performed the social interactions for the two of them while she watched. Going out alone was quite rare.*\n\n\"E-Eh, do you have any products to recommend me?\"\n\n*Her voice came out in a shy tone and a little too low, the small hands holding the edge of her cloak.*\n\n*The woman was not very well acquainted with Onis, especially the red-skinned ones, due to events in her past that she wishes to forget. The merchant in front of her made her a little too nervous even; she was an oni, tall and red.*"
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{
"author": "oni.",
"message": " \n \n— I recommend you something to help with colds. — she replied, quite bluntly, only parroting what she had said.\n\nTsubo furrowed her eyebrows, both palms resting atop the counter as she leaned in towards the customer. Her tail grabbed a small copper flask: maybe 50ml of a slightly–transparent red liquid.\n\nTsubo, however, wasn't dumb. She could notice Isabelle's hesitation, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.\n\n— Here. For your cold. — and she brought the flask to the counter, resting it between her hands.\n\nOnly to silence reign for a little while. — You're a bit awkward, aren't you?\n\nPerhaps Tsubo was pressuring her too much? Hard to sell a potion if there's barely any conversation happening.\n\n︵ \n \n "
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"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*A shade of red painted the little woman's cheeks and nose with embarassment. Perhaps the idea of going out without Zed had been really bad. That feeling of helplessness was awful.*\n\n\"R-Right! S-Sorry...\"\n\n*Her hands came together in front of her, moving her fingers with each other in a nervous manner.*\n\n*Isabelle looked up quickly upon hearing the Oni's words, blinking a few times. Then she looked down again.*\n\n\"I'm sorry miss... I'm just not used to talking to others. I ask forgiveness if I seem a bit silly in any way.\""
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{
"author": "oni.",
"message": " \n \n— Silly people are fun. Do not offer forgiveness unnecessarily, young lady. — Tsubo replied, toothy grin making its reappearance unto her bright–red skin. Truth be told, the oni didn't mind the awkwardness.\n\nTo poke fun at an embarrassed client was funnier than to chat with a stuck–up noble or a scheming beggar. In that sense, nervous people such as Isabelle were a point in her day.\n\n— You know what? I think I started things in a weird way. — and exposed, muscular arms were crossed over her chest. — My name is Tsubo.\n\nThat was a genuine attempt at making Isabelle feel less... Inclined to consider Tsubo nothing but an oni stranger: She was well–aware of the poor reputation her kin has around. Silence delivered soon after, as if the brewer was awaiting for the costumer to reveal her own.\n\n︵ \n \n "
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*Isabelle nodded somewhat relieved, letting out a sigh for a brief moment as if she had just fought a giant monster.*\n\n*She took a few seconds to answer the merchant in front of her, taking a deep breath before releasing her gentle voice to her new acquaintance.*\n\n\"My name is Isabelle. It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Tsubo.\"\n\n*This time she looked up without ducking again. Oni's eyes being covered was relieving for Isabelle who couldn't maintain eye contact, at least she could act a little more natural. She just needed to remember how she and her boyfriend trained.*\n\n\"Uhm... How is the lady's day going?\"\n\n*Too common question Isabelle, silly!*"
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{
"author": "oni.",
"message": " \n \n— It is a pleasure to meet you too, Ms. Isabelle. — replied Tsubo, arms still crossed, forked tongue sticked out in friendly tease. Too much fancy talk.\n\nAh, the oni was pleased to see her attempt to ease the atmosphere had granted results. It was a quiet day, so she had the time to spare to sweeten a customer: maybe friendliness will incline Isabelle towards spending more money?\n\n— Ah, you know. One weird knight here, one awkward commoner there...\n\nIt was funny to take in their differences. Soft–spoken, Isabelle had a gentle voice; Tsubo was a little rispid, owner of a huskier tone. It was still an oni talking to a fae, after all.\n\n— It's a bit too sunny outside. Think it's winter dragging away? How'd you catch a cold, anyway? Was it the rain?\n\n︵ \n \n "
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "\"I believe that the streets here bring you several peculiar individuals.\"\n\n*Isabelle said with a small smile. Her face was delicate but showed some very discreet signs of her cold, such as her tired eyes or a red nose from sneezing.* \n\n\"A-Ah, I was traveling during night. Apparently it wasn't a good idea. The rain came suddenly and until I could find a covered place, I got very cold.\"\n\n*The woman paused as if she needed to breathe to continue speaking. It was a great effort but she was trying.*\n\n\"Well, now I know I won't go out when it's cloudy... Uh, by the way, how exactly do you prepare your potions?\" *She asked curiously.*"
},
{
"author": "oni.",
"message": " \n \n— It does. Funny thing is, everybody needs a brew every now and then. All sorts of people show up.\n\nHand placed onto the counter as she leaned into it, opposite palm used to slick her hair back, setting it away from her eyes: showcasing a pair of pitch–black orbs with no irises.\n\n— You did say you're not used to talking to other people, right? You traveling with someone else?\n\nOnce the question was delivered to her, Tsubo showed Isabelle the same sharp–toothed grin; it seems whenever alchemy's the topic, she can get caught smiling. The oni's tail bolts upwards, poiting repeatedly to a big copper cauldron behind her.\n\n— To oversimplify it, you need a cauldron that conducts heat well, a good recipe book, the correct ingredients, the right amount of luck... — and Tsubo bent her body towards Isabelle, hand in front of her mouth, as if she'd tell a secret; — and a tremendous amount of patience.\n\n︵ \n \n "
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"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*Isabelle's lilac eyes sparkled with curiosity behind her same-colored hair, traveling from the counter toward Tsubo's black eyes for a second. Her gaze still avoided direct contact, but showed persistence in her own social goals.*\n\n\"Uhm- I am traveling with my *Husband.*\"\n\n***Husband.***\n\n*She didn't even realize her romantic mistake, accidentally calling her boyfriend her husband. Anyway, it wasn't something she would realize any time soon.*\n\n*The Oni's smile definitely made Isabelle a little more nervous, but nothing that showed. She didn't want to sound rude to the woman.*\n\n*Seeing Tsubo's approach made her surprisingly curious to the great secret she would hear, her eyes widening with excitement. She herself moved a little closer, almost forgetting her earlier hesitation. As the secret was revealed, her lips formed an 'o' with surprise.*"
},
{
"author": "oni.",
"message": " \n \n— Oh, your husband. I see. Did he catch a cold as well? — a simple reaction, body retracted to fetch another concoction fit for the illness. Maybe he's a little more resilient?\n\nWithout fingers to hold it back, her fluffy hair fell back in front of her eyes. Despite being short, her hair blocked quite a bit: eyes, ears, and the base of her large horns.\n\n— So, here's the cold cures you needed. Do you require anything else, Ms. Isabelle?\n\nThe two flasks pushed forward towards the fae. Interestingly, Tsubo added the second potion before Isabelle could confirm whether her husband was sick or not.\n\n︵ \n \n "
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "\"Oh, no no-\"\n\n*Isabelle shook her head negatively, although it didn't have much effect when she noticed the two bottles in front of her. Well, if one didn't make her better, two certainly would.*\n\n*Zed was not one to get sick easily, at least she herself had never noticed her boyfriend with a cold until now.*\n\n\"Thank you, Ms. Tsubo. I think this is enough to make me better. How much must I pay you?\"\n\n*She asked gently, seeming to have put her shyness aside for a brief moment. But inside she was actually trembling with fear of speaking.*"
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"author": "oni.",
"message": " \n \nTsubo opened the very same wide grin, but it was now a bit odd. It was _more genuine_, but creepy. So wide it'd nearly reach her eyes hidden by her hair, fangs covering the interior of her mouth, like how a monster would smile at prey; crimson lips opened, forked tongue utter the words; telling Isabelle exactly the amount of silver had to be paid.\n\nIt's funny to see such a grim joy in Tsubo's face upon talking money. To say she loves to close a sale is an understatement, especially in such a quiet day.\n\nShe stepped away from the counter, potions in hands, and turned her back to Isabelle. Spent a minute or two looking for a small thin cloth purse to store the two concoctions; and once she found it, inside it went.\n\nLooking back at Isabelle, one muscular arm extended with open palm, purse o' potions resting on top.\n\n— Is that a deal, Miss Isabelle?\n \n "
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*With each second the fae felt her mask that she had built up until now melt away as her lilac eyes watched Tsubo's grin grow wider. Isabelle could feel her own sweat dripping across her temples underneath the cloak's silk, the sun suddenly turned hotter than ever, as if she never got any cold ever.*\n\n*She looked absolutely terrified.*\n\n\"Y-Yes! It is!\"\n\n*The woman searched for the amount of coins that the oni informed her, trembling hands poking inside her bag. She dropped them on the wooden counter before rubbing her hand on the cloth that covered her so she could wipe off some of the sweat. The other hand took her items in and put them inside the bag.*\n\n\"T-Thank you, Miss Tsubo!\""
},
{
"author": "oni.",
"message": " \n \n— I hope you heal from your cold. — coin taken within her devilish grasp, stored inside a safebox hidden under the counter. Closed with a 'clank', the oni leans on the nearby wall, safisfied, and crossed her arms.\n\n— I was meaning to ask... You and your husband aren't from Salvainia, are you? You have an accent. — clawed hand used to gesticulate. The sale was already done, so Tsubo could relax and kick off the grind mindset.\n\n— That'd make us two peas in a pod. I'm also from elsewhere.\n \n "
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"author": "Zed Usan",
"message": "*Well, shit.*\n\n*Zed's footsteps echoed throughout the hallway, followed by perhaps a dozen more. Guards. He had underestimated just how many there would be, and they had seen him on his way out. The assassin rapidly turned the corner into the kitchen, knocking over random jars and candles alike before finding his way back out the front door.*\n\n*He had been given another job while in the city. Isabelle was with him, but it was too good to pass up. The pay was easily enough to last them months. It seemed good enough for him.*\n\n*The oil, alcohol and candles all converged. A small flame was all it took to send the kitchen up in a roaring fire, soon beginning to engulf the rooms surrounding it. From the outside, Zed took off his mask, letting himself breathe a bit as he looked at the house behind him, breathing hard.*"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*Hmph.*\n\n*This was the first time that Zed allowed Isabelle to accompany him to one of his services, despite being prohibited by the man from following him to the exact location. This exception was only due to the fact that 'it was too good to pass up', and even then she was unable to convince him that she could help him, whatever that job was.*\n\n*Isabelle had followed him halfway, only stopping when he entered a mysterious house. She decided to stay close, but discreetly. The Fae looked at some stalls in the region, getting distracted along the way by a small mouse on the stone road.*\n\n*Before she could observe the small creature, a noise reached her ears. Her lilac eyes flew to the house her husband had just left, a little dirty with ash. Worry became part of Isabelle's face as the thousands of thoughts that appeared in her mind. In an instant, she was already running towards Zed, looking him up and down before starting to question him.*\n\n\"What is happening?! What kind of *'job'* Was this?\""
},
{
"author": "Zed Usan",
"message": "*Zed looked as the house suddenly burst into flames, red and orange tongues lashing out the windows and licking the outside walls.*\n\n\"Well, that's great-\"\n\n*And suddenly heard Isabelle's voice behind him. What was she doing here? Hadn't he told her not to be here?*\n\n\"I, uh...\"\n\n*Several armed guards burst out of the flaming house, one looking back at the flames they had just escaped. The other two looked at the two figures in front of them; it didn't take much thinking to see who was responsible.*\n\n\"You!\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*The little Fae, who despite being in her human form was still short in stature, felt immensely intimidated by the whole situation. She alternated her gaze between the guards and her lover, Zed, for a brief moment confused as to what was happening.*\n\n\"Zed... Who are they...\"\n\n*Isabelle was clearly in a defensive pose, looking slightly scared. She could feel the heat of the flames burning her cheeks and beneath her cloak. A hand placed itself on the man's torso, as if begging him for answers, or simply to get out of there as quickly as possible.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed Usan",
"message": "*Guards and Isabelle. This situation was volatile at best and disasterous at worst. Under a ragged cloak, Zed silently unsheated two knives behind his back.*\n\n\"Isabelle... Stand back for me, ok?\"\n\n*The guards rushed forward, and Zed approached slowly. A flash of steel revealed the knife transforming into a long blade, cutting into the first guard. The others swung and missed, the assassin moving like a shadow as a cut and a thrust brought the others down with brutal efficiency. The sword becomes a dagger once more, and Zed's weapons are sheathed.*\n\n\"Now we run.\"\n\n*Making a dash for it, Zed grabbed his lovers hand to pull her deeper into the city, hoping to lose the pursuers in the winding alleys and roads.*"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "\"Oka-\"\n\n*Isabelle's words had barely been spoken and Zed had already moved. She did as she was asked and stayed away from danger. The scene was somewhat expected, but still surprising. In all the years they lived together, Zed had always traveled alone to work, and when he returned, he never told her the details. Now everything has become clearer. Zed's hidden face had finally shown itself to the Fae.*\n\n*Isabelle had no reaction other than shock. Blood dripping from the guard lying on the ground, the same blood staining the blade Zed had used. Maybe this was too much information to process. But there was no time, the woman just followed her lover through the city, running as fast as she could while holding onto his hand tightly.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed Usan",
"message": "*Zed stopped in a deserted alleyway, taking deep breaths to slow his beating heart. He removed his hood and placed his hands lightly on Isabelle's shoulders, looking her in the eye.*\n\n\"Are you ok? You're not hurt, right?\"\n\n*Like a wild animal, the assassin then looked back and forth through the alley. He could hear the bustling of guards; no doubt that the house guards would be alerting the armored city ones. While he could possibly evade capture by himself, having Isabelle with him meant it was too risky to stay in the city. Or was it? Should they retreat to the forest?*\n\n\"I know it's a lot, but, you have to listen to me. We're in danger.\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*Isabelle fought to get her breathing back. She had never run like this, except for the day she escaped from the hands of slavery. She leaned one hand against the stone wall, resting her lungs as her head swam. With Zed's touch, her attention was shifted to him.*\n\n\"I'm not hurt, Zed! But what just happened??\"\n\n*With each passing second she became more worried, even more so with the way the man was acting. She needed answers. But she could wait until they were safe. Her eyes alternated between Zed's, eager for a shred of revelation.*\n\n\"Where are we going, Zed? What did you do?\""
},
{
"author": "Zed Usan",
"message": "\"I'm thinking, I'm thinking. I may have made some powerful people very angry.\"\n\n*Briefly, he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. When he opened them again, his typical calmness returned.*\n\n\"Ok. We're going to the forest. We'll need to retreat to a different city, since this one will probably be on high alert.\"\n\n*Then, out of the corner of his eye, the assassin spotted another cloaked figure in the alley. It lifted a hand, holding a pouch. The figure tossed it over, Zed catching and opening it. Sure enough, it was coins. The assasssin nodded to the mysterious figure, who then disappeared.*\n\n\"We have the payment. There's nothing left in the city now.\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*There it was.*\n\n*That little moment when Zed allowed the other side to be revealed. Isabelle had never seen him in such a way; so anxious, somehow insecure in his words. She placed a hand on his face in approval, a small gesture to support his brief moment of regaining control.*\n\n*She nodded slowly, taking a few breaths before standing firmly on the ground again. Upon seeing the mysterious figure approaching, she stayed behind her lover, ready in case she needed to run again. For her happiness, and probably Zed's, that was not necessary.*\n\n*Seeing him walking away, she grabs the hand of the man beside her, squeezing gently.*\n\n\"We'll be fine, right?\""
},
{
"author": "Zed Usan",
"message": "\"Of course. We'll be ok. I just... Haven't had to do this with another person before. Used to always be every person for themselves.\"\n\n*His thumb rubbed the hand that grasped his, aiming to comfort her. A smile appeared on his face as he ran a hand through his hair. This would be a challenge.*\n\n\"Let's see... Gate, wall, or river?\"\n\n*Disguises were most likely out of the question. Isabelle's lilac colored hair and bright eyes would stick out like a flower sprouting in a coal mine. Plus, there were very little plans if they got caught.*\n\n\"...Did I teach you how to swim?\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*Zed's words of comfort made her less worried. A few years ago, he saved her from her former owner, or rather, he kidnapped her and then saved her from slavery. From that moment on, her loyalty was completely given to Zed, and today she would prove it once again.* \n\n\"Right. We'll be fine.\"\n\n*She looked at him with a smile, which soon faded into a blank face. Swim? Isabelle blinked twice at the man, probably her face already told him the answer.*\n\n\"No.\""
},
{
"author": "Zed Usan",
"message": "\"Well. I guess it's going to be time to cause a little more chaos then. Let's get close to the city gate. Make sure to keep your hood up, and try to cover your hair.\"\n\n*Clasping her hand, Zed led her throughout the city, which had already been sent on high alert. Part of him doubted that they could escape the city sneakily. In that case, he hoped that Isabelle would forgive a little more violence.*\n\n*Distractions, distractions. Farm animals? Not good enough. It would have to be fire. Zed lead his lover into a stable, filled with plenty of hay.*\n\n\"I'm going to light all this up and try to spread it. Once the guards get away from the gate, that's when we run, ok?\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "\"More... Chaos?\"\n\n*Isabelle covered her long hair with the white cape she wore, preventing her features from standing out in the crowd. Even though the whole situation scared her, the thought that in the end she and Zed could have a long rest comforted her. Well, after a long conversation about this situation.*\n\n*As they entered the stable, she looked around, somewhat uncertain as to what the man's exact plan was. The Fae moved a little closer to him and looked at the hay.*\n\n\"Can I help you?\""
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{
"author": "Zed Usan",
"message": "*Taking out a flint and steel from a pack, Zed began to shower sparks onto the dry hay.*\n\n\"Release all the horses. Then scare them. Let them run in the city.\"\n\n*And at that moment, tiny embers began to form on the dry straw.*"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*Isabelle nodded firmly, without questioning or hesitating. She heads towards the horses stuck in their respective places, releasing each of them and opening the stable gates. In a calm manner so as not to cause more confusion for her and Zed, and them end up getting trampled, she guided the animals to the exit. Seeing the beginnings of flames appear among the hay, Isabelle hurried to scare the horses out.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed Usan",
"message": "*Taking bundles of hay, Zed began to set fire to nearby adjacent buildings. Soon enough, the houses were engulfed in flame, and it began to spread. The horses neighed in response to the flame, running off. Alarm bells soon sounded, and guards soon rushed to the scene, desperately trying to put out the flames.*\n\n\"Let's go.\"\n\n*Zed took Isabelle's hand once more, darting in and out of the shadows to try and stay hidden as they approached the gate. Unfortunately, it seemed that a couple guards were still on duty, unfazed by the fire. Attacking one would surely alert the other.*\n\n\"Isabelle... Are you going to be ok with what I'm going to do? You may want to look away.\"\n\n*Isabelle could see Zed preparing his weapons, the flashing steel hidden under his cloak.*"
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{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*Isabelle released a sigh of relief at Zed's words, feeling her shoulders relax a little for a moment. In a way, she understood that violence could become necessary for someone's survival, but watching with her own eyes the person she loved commit such an act was not an option; not for now.*\n\n*Seeing Zed take down the men right in front of her was intriguing. Isabelle knew about her lover's abilities and impressive physical and combat capabilities, but she almost never thought about their use. All of this made her wonder how Zed's work was never a subject much discussed between the two. Before she could delve into such questions, Zed's injury alerted her to reality again.*\n\n\"Zed!\"\n\n*She caught up to him, soon taking his arm in her gentle hands. She looked closely at the wound made by the guard, taking a piece of cloth from the fallen man's clothing shortly after. The Fae used the fabric to tie Zed's arm firmly, preventing it from getting worse or bleeding in any way.*\n\n\"Are you okay? I will take care of this later.\""
},
{
"author": "Zed Usan",
"message": "*It didn't matter if it was easier. Seeing Isabelle relieved was all that Zed needed to know that what he did was the right choice.*\n\n*...Right choice? When had he ever considered something the right choice? Only when Isabelle was a factor.*\n\n*He winced slightly as he looked as his cut, though smiled as his lover helped to tend to his wound.*\n\n\"It should be fine. As long as they don't have dogs. Let's get out of here.\"\n\n*The path was incredibly open, and only after a kilometer of walking did they reach the tree line.*\n\n\"So, we're out. We'll need to stay hidden for some time.\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*Isabelle's face melted into a beautiful, comforting smile at the man. She was relieved that he was okay and alive, mostly alive.*\n\n*Tired from walking so much, the Fae stopped next to a tree, resting one hand on its trunk so she could get some air.* \n\n\"I'm glad we're safe...\" *She looked at Zed, nodding at his command.* \"As soon as we find a safe place, I want to talk.\""
},
{
"author": "Zed Usan",
"message": "\"We uh, should be safe now. We're a long distance from any type of civilization, and we can run into the trees if we need to.\"\n\n*A slight grimace took Zed's face as he sat cross legged on the grass. It was time.*\n\n\"We can talk.\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*Isabelle joined Zed soon after, sitting down on the grass after removing her cloak and placing it next to them. She seemed calm.*\n\n\"How long have you been doing this and you never told me?\""
},
{
"author": "Zed Usan",
"message": "*At least she seemed calm. Clients in the past had had... Unreasonable reactions.*\n\n\"I... I've been doing this type of work since I was young. I didn't want to tell you, because, well... How do you tell the person you love you kill for a living?\"\n\n*Zed looked down at the grass. It was hard to meet Isabelle's eyes, especially considering her calmness.*"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*Isabelle let out a brief sigh, thinking a little about the whole situation. She understood Zed's silence about the truth, but it didn't change that feeling of betrayal in the back of her throat. What should she do?*\n\n\"You... Could have told me earlier.\" *Isabelle took his hand.* \"I won't condemn you for this. But I say I don't agree with that. You have no idea the things I saw when I was at the slave market. So much cruelty. So much violence.\""
},
{
"author": "Zed Usan",
"message": "\"I... Know. That's why I wanted to hide it from you. I don't know what you went through, or what you saw, but, it couldn't have been pleasant.\"\n\n*Zed gripped Isabelle's hand, inhaling deeply.*\n\n\"Violent. Cruel. Those aren't my main goals. Most targets go peacefully. It's just... I try to make it quick. It's my job. I'm not trying to be a monster.\""
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{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "\"I'm relieved to hear about your real goals. I don't want this to affect us, Zed.\" \n\n*Her hand squeezed him just a little tighter. It seemed like she didn't want to let him go.*\n\n\"I care about you. Sometimes I went days without hearing from you, and I had no idea that travel wasn't the main danger. Listen...\" *Isabelle tried to find the courage to get rid of the words.* \"I already told you: I want to have a family with you. But for that, you have to be alive, and with me.\""
},
{
"author": "Zed Usan",
"message": "\"It won't. Since I met you, everything has been for you. Every job I've taken, everything I've stolen, the people I killed; it was for you. Comfort, safety. I want to give to you, so you can experience them as I have.\"\n\n*Zed reciprocated the squeeze, and looked up to his love. A smile was on his face, and not his typical cool, calm one either. It was genuine, warm, and caring. A complete opposite from the cold assassin he once was.*\n\n\"You don't need to worry too much about me. I'm rarely hurt.\"\n\n*At Isabelle's mention of a family, Zed felt his cheeks warm. He was blushing. Had he blushed before with her once?*\n\n\"You want a family... With me?\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*It was kind of strange for Isabelle to hear that someone killed for her. During slavery, she was the one who had to do everything for her master, even if such things disgusted her. Isabelle never killed anyone, not even a living being, whether animal or person. She should have had her time to think about it, but one thing was for sure; she wouldn't condemn Zed for that.*\n\n\"I'm happy to know that my man is someone skilled like that.\" *She smiled gently, letting out a small laugh.*\n\n*Isabelle moved a little closer to Zed, her eyes scanning his entire face. She nodded slowly as she rested her eyes on his lips, moving up to his eyes.* \n\n\"Yes.\""
},
{
"author": "Zed Usan",
"message": "\"Well, uh, it's the only thing I'm really good at. Besides maybe stealing and sneaking.\"\n\n*As Isabelle moved closer, Zed froze. Her sparkling eyes and beautiful expression simply wrapped themselves around his otherwise nonexistent heart. He moved his other hand over hers, clasping them both.*\n\n\"I'll... Need to find a way. To make time. Maybe I can find one job that'll be enough to last. Or, uh, find another one?\"\n\n*Regardless of how he would do it, the assassin smiled. He reached over and embraced his lover, hugging her close.*\n\n\"Once we're safe and secure... This makes me so happy.\""
}
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{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "\"Love, you decide what job you will do. But you need to be careful if you want to build a family with me.\"\n\n*Isabelle returned the hug happily and warmly, her arms remaining around the man's neck. She still needed to think more about how she felt about this, murder, crimes. But as long as it was done quickly and with minimal pain, she was satisfied.*\n\n\"Hey, you know... What name would you give it?\""
},
{
"author": "Zed Usan",
"message": "\"I do. I just want to be sure that I'm always here for you.\"\n\n*Name? He had never thought of such a thing, let alone a family. Up until now he had thought that such things were out of his realm, especially for people like him. Now, it was closer to reality than ever.*\n\n\"Diana, for a girl. Kai for a boy. What do you think?\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*Isabelle looked at him the way a lovesick teenager would look at their partner, smiling warmly at the mention of baby names. She tilted her head to the side, the lilac strands coming loose from her braids.*\n\n\"I loved. Little Kai and little Diana. Have you ever thought about a mini you? I think it would be cute.\" \n\n*She laughed at the image of a Zed chasing a smaller version of himself over a waterfall.*"
},
{
"author": "Zed Usan",
"message": "\"I think they'd have your hair. I'd like that.\"\n\n*Zed imagined a little boy and girl chasing each other. Which would have Isabelle's hair? Or maybe his eyes? The assassin smiled at the thought before a shadow loomed behind it. Would they end up becoming assassins like him?*\n\n\"And Loid, if we have another after that.\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "\"Loid? Where did that name come from?\"\n\n*Time had passed and the air was starting to get cold. Isabelle moved across the grass, picking up the cloak with her. The Fae snuggled into the man's arms, placing the cloak as a sort of blanket for them both. The idea of children came to Isabelle suddenly, perhaps her age was starting to ask her for it.*\n\n\"You will be a good father. I'm sure you'll protect them the same way you protect me.\""
}
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{
"author": "Zed Usan",
"message": "\"Just in case we want more.\"\n\n*The assassin wrapped his arms around his lover under the cloak, picking her up before carrying her over to a tree to sleep next to. Scanning the area one more time before night, he laid back and closed his eyes.*\n\n\"Anything for them. As for you.\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*After being carried by the man to the place, she snuggled down again before lying down and closing her eyes. Her hair was scattered across the grass, now loose. With a small sigh, she turned to hug Zed and rest her head between his shoulder and head.*\n\n\"I love you, Zed. Today, and forever.\""
},
{
"author": "Zed Usan",
"message": "\"I love you too. Even after death.\"\n\n*Zed stroked her hair as the sun set into twilight, the stars shining above. One day, they would find a place to call home.*"
}
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{
"author": "com.co",
"message": "*Down by the river where fish are plenty sit two siblings. One, a girl with pink hair and little dog ears.*"
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "She sits on the wall of a bridge, something like a hand crafted fishing pole in her hands. She hums a song to herself, carefully waiting for a fish to hopefully bite.*"
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*Meanwhile, a little further down the river stands a bear. The sleeves of his pants are rolled up high as he's knee deep in the water. In his hand, a pointy wooden stick serving as another fishing device. He seems to be spearing fish to varying results.*"
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "*Sitting in the shade of a nearby tree, Zeila was resting against the trunk of it. She was mainly trying to protect herself from the heat and get away from the other street people, but with how warm it was getting, it was only a matter of time before she decided to dunk into the river for a while. That was until she noticed the two sort-of siblings not too far away and the initial thought suddenly left her mind. How fun, to see them again. She typically visited their shop every week or so whenever she managed to gather enough currency to use as an excuse to be there. But this was the first that she saw them outside of it. Her tail flicked playfully as her gaze fell upon Carmen and soon enough she was on the move. The Hyena had decided to slink down into the water just enough to sneak up on him until she was finally close enough to pounce on the bear.*\"Gotcha-!\"*She says loudly.*"
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*Despite his seemingly dead eyes focused intently on the water, Carmen finds himself being flanked. He panics for a moment, thrashing about until he runs the voice back through his head.*\n\"You?!\" \n\n*He shouts in confusion and annoyance, suddenly soaking wet from the surprise hug.*"
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "*The shouting seemed to be loud enough to draw prying eyes. The pink haired Kemono staring down at the two, attempting to recognize Zeila.*\n\"Hey! We're supposed to be fishing not hugging!\""
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "*Zeila looks up at Mocha and flashed a toothy grin as she attempts to pick Carmen up out of the water.*\"If that's the case, I managed to catch a big one-!\"*She says back.*\"He's a bit of a fighter though-, might just take a bite out of him right now~!\"*The Hyena lets out a mischievous laugh.*"
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*The bear is lifted in a bear hug, attempting to escape the grasp. All he really ends up doing is kicking about a bunch of water and perhaps throwing them both into the depths.*\n\"Gah!\""
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "\"H-hey!\" \n*Mocha yells at the pair rather helplessly, unsure of what to do or say. She resolves to run down the bridge and shuffle down the ditch to the stream.*"
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "\"Woah-!\"*She suddenly falls backwards as he starts kicking. Zeila splashed about in the water, breaking surface again and moving to get back to river bank. It was not without grabbing for the closest limb she could get from Carmen and dragging him with her until she could finally get herself back on land.*\"Not gonna escape me this easily fish boy!\""
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*Fortunately for Carmen, Zeila managed to grab his arm, allowing his head to stay above the water as he's dragged. The bear hair is soaked and heavy, hiding his face in a wet blanket.*\n\"Damn you...\""
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "*Meanwhile, Mocha runs over to the pair. Again, she's stumped on what exactly to do to stop them.*\n\"A-are you okay? Any scratches?\""
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "\"Fine... 'Cept for my mood.\""
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "*She flopped onto her side next to him and grinned cheerfully despite how soaked she was.*\"Oh it wasn't so bad. Just a little wrestling~.\"*She says to Mochi.*\"Can't say it didn't help with cooling down out in this heat.\""
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "\"Whatever.\" \n*The bear pouts, attempting to slick back his hair. Although he refused to admit, he had certainly cooled down. Although his spear was lost to the river. He glances at Zeila and then at Mocha, sighing heavily.*\n\"Catch anything?\""
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "*Mocha sighs in relief, looking to her older almost-brother.*\n\"I caught a few! Not a lot though... You?\""
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*Carmen shakes his head and looks to Zeila.*\n\"Maybe we cook her instead.\""
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "*She sat up and crossed her arms in turn.*\"Only if ya feeling adventurous.\"*She says.*\"Got no clue what kinda shit I've been in.\"*The Hyena giggled soon after.*"
}
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{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "\"Wash you down in the river.\"\n*The bear gestures to the cool flowing water with a rarely seen, devious smirk.*"
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "\"Come on! We need to dry off, before one of you catches something.\"\n*Mocha pouts as she breaks the conversation, looking between the two soggy animals.*"
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "\"Fine...\"\n*He glances at Zeila and stands, offering her a hand.*\n\"Might have spare clothes.\""
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "*She grinned at Carmen and took his hand to help stand back up. Once she was uptight, she quickly pulled him closer to her to playful gesture, giving a smug look before letting go of his hand and turning to look between him and Mochi as the brief moment passed.*\"What's the chances of having my size? Not that it matters but now I'm curious of what you have in mind.\""
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*Carmen found himself a little close for comfort quickly. Face to face with Zeila, his typical dreary demeanor cracks to show a hint of a blush beneath. As he's let go he stumbles away, attempting to regain composure.*"
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "*Mocha rolls her eyes at the interaction, looking to Zeila.*\n\"Well! Uhm...\" \n\n*She was clearly too small to offer anything of use to Zeila, standing at a measly 5 and a half.*\n\"I don't think Chile is quite as big as you either... So that just leaves-\" \n\n*Her eyes wander to Carmen, then back to the Hyena.*\n\"Any problem with a guy's cloths?\""
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "\"Guys clothes? Hah! What do you think these are?\"*She says, gesturing to her soaked and dirtied outfit that she clearly had not changed once out of.*\"No really, tell me. I'm not too sure actually. Regardless, I'll take whatever. Wouldn't wanna stay wet when the cold starts rolling back in.\""
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "\"I'm not too sure either... Well, when you try on-\" \n*Mocha's tongue is quickly caught in her mouth.*"
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*Carmen having swooped in and plugged her yapper.*\n\"Shh! Not giving her my clothes!\""
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "\"Buh yoe tha only won her shize-\"\n*Mocha attempts to speak in a muffled fashion as the bear stares daggers into her.*\n\"Plush yoe gosh extra!\""
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "\"Awwww come on.\"*She says leaning up against Carmen.*\"You wouldn't let a poor helpless hyena like me freeze out here, would you? And after I valiantly saved you from drowning earlier~.\""
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "*The dog, whether wise or not, decided to use her puppy eyes on Carmen as well.*"
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*The bear found himself grimacing as he's attacked on both sides. He sighs lightly, removing his hand and shaking his head.*\n\n\"Fine... Don't tear them up.\" \n*He glances back at Zeila, once again putting space between them as he starts trying to climb out of the ditch.*\n\"Let's get home... You follow.\""
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "*Mocha delivered a happy yip, smiling at Zeila.*\n\"Y'know you're not so bad! I think. Anyways, let's hurry.\" \n*She follows after Carmen, scrambling up the steep grass hill.*"
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "\"Don't worry fish boy. I'll be sure to cherish them.\"*She teased before looking at Mochi as she mentioned her not being so bad.*\"Of course not. I'm the best Hyena around.\"*She says with a toothy grin.*\"Of course I may also be the only one around.\"*She shrugs and goes to follow them.*"
}
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{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*Leading the way, Carmen trecked onwards to their latest destination. A small shack on the outskirts of town, far beyond the protection of the city walls. Nothing more than a roof to sleep under really, it's wooden walls peeling at falling away at the part. It's signs of decay barely patched up by wooden boards and old rusty nails.*\n\n*Carmen approaches the door, gently opening it and glancing back at the others. He beckons them within, the only hints of light to be seen coming from cracks in the walls and roof. The inside seems smaller than on the outside, the only furniture in sight being a beaten in chest, likely scavenged from the garbage, a coat rack, and a collection of various furs shuffled into a makeshift bed. The bed itself could very barely fit two people, and the shack couldn't handle more than 4 within it's \"Walls\" At any time.*"
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "\"Home at last!\"\n*Mocha giggles to herself as she runs in passed Carmen, kneeling next to the broken chest and digging inside.*\n\"Clothes, clothes, clothes. Here, Toffee's clothes! Come Zeila, don't be shy.\""
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "\"Don't got to tell me twice!\"*She says, brushing past Carmen and going to where Mocha was. Zeila hovered over the chest Mocha was digging through even grabbing at a pair when she found an opening.*\"Hah! It even stinks of him!\"*She says with a laugh.*\"Very fishy.\""
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "*Mocha watches as Zeila grabs a shirt and some pants, historically worn by her older brother. She smiles, finding a small leather diary from the chest and retreating to her corner of the shed.*"
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*Carmen steps inside, standing behind Zeila as he waits to find some spare clothes.*\n\"Course it smells like me. Can't exactly afford soap...\"\n\n*He huffs, before spotting something in the chest himself. Reaching in past Zeila, he grabs his favorite and only patchy jacket.*\n\"Guess you can change in here. I'll be outside.\"\n\n*The bear says as he turns back and heads to the door.*"
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "\"Don't worry fish boy. I wouldn't want anything more.\"*She says with a giggle as she takes a few more fabrics and then starts getting changed without second thought. Her bare body looked to be covered in more scars than she showed with the clothing on, but they didn't seem to bother her and she was quite quick with putting on the new attire, beaming quite cheerfully in her new wardrobe change.*\"Hey, look at me! I'm fishboy now!\"*She says before mimicking the same grumpy look he always had.*"
}
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{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*Carmen seemed able to escape before Zeila pulled her stunt, turning and waltzing outside to get changed.*"
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "*Mocha however had a full show as she peeked up and out from behind her book. Blinking at the sum of scars of Zeila's body, she looks down and seems to scribble a few things down. Glancing up at her hyena friend and giggling quietly at the impression.*\n\"That's exactly like him-. You're good at those! Have you ever thought to become an actor?\""
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*By now, Carmen had peeked back into the doorway with a new change of pants, a jacket with no shirt, and a handfull of wet clothes.*\n\"Give me the wet ones. Got a clothes line.\""
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "\"Mmm thought of it, but those dreams were crushed before I could even finish my first act-.\"*She joked with a laugh. As Carmen made his way back in, Zeila looked to him and give him a quick once over before picking up her soggy clothes.*\"Whatever you say fish boy~.\"*She says with a smirk as she tossed her wadded up wet clothing at him.*"
},
{
"author": "Carmen 'Toffee'",
"message": "*Carmen instinctively covered himself with his jacket, grimacing as he realized he's being ogled. This of course ends as he catches the wad of clothes and quickly steps back outside to hand them.*"
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "*Mocha stares between the two, her eyes settling on Zeila as Carmen steps away.*\n\"You'll give him a heart attack one day, y'know.\""
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "\"Why ya say that, Strawberry?\"*She says in an all so innocent voice as she looks back at Mochi.*"
},
{
"author": "Mocha 'Mochi'",
"message": "\"Toffee isn't used to the attention, y'know? He didn't always look like that.\"\n*Mocha hummed and looked back down at her book. She flipped back a sum of pages, settling on one of the few first.*\n\n\"Back at the orphanage... There weren't any other beastkin besides him. It was tough, y'know?\" \n*She flipped the book around and showed Zeila. A detailed head sketch of a polar bear beastkin, a familiar deadness in his eyes captured.*"
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "*She scratches her head in thought of there ever really being any other beastkin to begin with. Eventually she looks at the picture Mochi showed, letting out a laugh.*\"Woah-hoah, I'd recognize that dead fishy look anywhere. Was that actually him?\"*She asks.*"
}
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{
"author": "hakurotheandroid3237",
"message": "*Unfortunately, despite possessing exceptional hearing, Koharu is too sick to notice the outside ambience, stuck to her frozen position as the wagon continues along. Keeping her eyes closed and her hands pressed together, she tries to keep her composure while silently praying for the vehicle to stop. The wagon rumbles as it passes over a tiny obstacle, almost forcing the miko in vomiting inside the transport. Not wishing to create a commotion, she stops praying and clasps her mouth shut, holding in the illness as her face becomes feverishly green.*"
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "Micaiah simply kept to herself in the wagon's little corner. She was too engrossed in keeping herself warm to notice the Okamimi's ill face. Folding her legs close to her chest, the cleric adjusted the red blanket over her limbs, topaz eyes staring out through the open back of the wagon. With the direction of the harsh wind, the wagon provided subtle protection, with some flowing through the openings.\n\nOf course, the vessel's also old. Splints, and small holes adorning the sides of the wagon. So, Micaiah simply remained where she sat, wondering when they'll arrive at the Inn."
},
{
"author": "halodudefromdr",
"message": "The Knight, was at the front of the wagon in his typical armour, mudded and dusted through probably a week of not being cleaned, the Knight couldn't afford the luxuries of time- or so he thought, he was probably thinking things differently then most people and being a rather idiotic person once again, but that was who he was. \n\nThe man noticed the other two in the wagon were being quite, uncomfortable with the wagon and the situation in general, one of them was experiencing the cold harshness of weather the other was experiencing motion sickness from being in a wagon, how sad. However, they had roughly arrived to their destination so the Knight had to ask both of them a few questions.\n\n\"Koharu. Micaiah. We're already here, the inn is a few houses down the street.\""
},
{
"author": "hakurotheandroid3237",
"message": "*The okamimi is on the verge of hurling her insides on the wagon's floor. Letting out a garbled noise of relief upon hearing of their arrival, she hastily scrambles to the back of the wagon and let loose a torrent of her half-digested meal. Regardless of whether or not Adrian stops right away, Koharu will continue to clear out her bowels for the next few minutes.*\n\n*A couple walking past the wagon let out startled yelps as the wolf-eared head peeks out from behind the vehicle, then watch in disgust as regurgitated food stains the clear, white snow below. They both leave the scene as Koharu continues to vomit.*"
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*Micaiah slowly crawled out of her spot, pushing aside one of the trunks in order to get out. Pulling herself up to a stand, the first thing she saw is the okamimi expelling green out of the wagon. Squinting her eyes, she went on gathering up her possessions, simply throwing them in her satchel carelessly.*\n\n*The girl jumped out of the wagon beside the okamimi, making sure not to land on Koharu's accident on the snow. Smoothing down her robes with shivering hands, she crossed the limbs over her chest for warmth. With that, Micaiah went ahead for the Inn, hoping that all the rooms aren't occupied.*"
},
{
"author": "halodudefromdr",
"message": "The wagon had already stopped. The Knight would turn to notice the okamimi vomiting its previous meals, and was disgusted at the sight for a slight second before he regained his senses and understood what had happened, it wasn't nice to see people vomit, in fact it might've been contagious because other people tend to vomit too after seeing someone is already doing such.\n\nAdrian sat in the wagon though, he would stay there until the others had left, which in this case was Koharu. So, Adrian waited, messing around with his dagger on his hip, flipping it around and twirling it around his thumb. Noticing as bystanders go by and walk passed the wagon."
},
{
"author": "hakurotheandroid3237",
"message": "*Koharu takes a moment to regain herself, her face starting to look healthier now that the wagon has stopped. Forcing the last bit of her ailment out, she lets out a relieved sigh. She sincerely hopes that this journey will end soon, or else there will be nothing left of the miko when she reaches her shrine.*\n\n*After finishing her little episode, she looks up and sees that the few people outside in the snowstorm are giving her a peculiar stare. The realization suddenly hits her and she grips the back edge of the wagon and bows her head down in dogeza, her once green face now replaced with a deep shade of red* \"F-F-Forgive my inconsideration! I-I didn't realize I was-\" *Finding no words to excuse herself, the okamimi rushes inside the wagon to acquire her reward sack, traveling belongings, and her blade. Hastily running out to the inn, she briefly stop to turn around and rapidly bows to the people that are still staring at her. She then turns around, and runs into the building, face is still red from embarrassment.*"
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "Needles of ice from the blizzard kept on hitting against the wagon, frost already enveloping the bottom of the wheels. Adrian's armour, dirtied and now brushed with intense cold, would become brittle from its lack of recent care. Won't be too long before it would crack and fall apart. The few people in the streets were now absent, now inside the safe confines of their homes. Lanterns swung wildly from the harsh winds, some extinguishing already. \n\nThe two coursers, Baptiste & Puritan, let out a neigh. Their exhalation visible in white. There's still the process of taking them in a warm stable— Adrian can do that. He's still outside after all. Koharu and Micaiah (the latter in the business of conversing with the Inn owner) is currently within the tavern/inn."
},
{
"author": "halodudefromdr",
"message": "Adrian would be busy dragging the horses to a horse stable nearby, that he had went to earlier when they were in town far much earlier. He simply brought the two horses along to this stable, greeted the individual in charge of said stable and payed the reasonable fine for the cost of keeping the wagon and the horses there. After that had done, he would also stay in the stable, in the wagon section as personally he didn't really trust cities.\n\nWhile he was now away from the people and hidden away within a stable which was further hidden away in a wagon, he'd start to remove bits of his chestplate, pauldrons, and most of the armour parts of his upper torso. He would also finally remove his helmet, for the first time in a week, but no one would see what he looked like anyways, so it didn't matter that much. He would also start removing the horses from the reigns of the wagon, so they can move to their separate rented stables."
},
{
"author": "hakurotheandroid3237",
"message": "*Greeted by the warmth as she enters the inn, she does not interrupt Micaiah as she converse with the innkeeper, especially since the shaman lady is still too flustered by the scene she caused. How could she allowed herself to lose face with a group of strangers? She stands off to the side, trembling as she tries hard to get rid of the townspeople's stares from her head, but her pride wouldn't allow it.*\n\n*The demon sword on her back does not move, still remaining silent, even in the presence of... \"Food\". It opens its eye to briefly stare at Micaiah and the innkeeper, before slowly closing it, seeming perfectly content despite Koharu's silent ramblings.*"
},
{
"author": "vitzpak",
"message": "*The motions of the innkeeper during their discussion mostly consisted of head shaking, along with one nod. It didn't seem promising, considering the number of people inside the establishment as soon as Koharu entered. Very packed. Some still dressed in steel or gambeson, waiting for the volatile weather to a pass. Frustrating thing to deal with, but a very cashing pay-off for the inn.*\n\n*Micaiah returned to Koharu, merely standing at the side. The cleric wasn't much to show emotion on her pale features, yet for a good number of thirty seconds annoyance is displayed on her face. Obviously something had happened with negotiations. Clearing her throat, she set her hands against her hips, opening her mouth to speak:*\n\n\"I can only get us one room for a day. With the weather, continuous stay can lead us to drain our coin.\""
},
{
"author": "hakurotheandroid3237",
"message": "*Koharu turns around upon hearing her approaching, attempting to quickly resume her formal facade. However, upon listening to the issue, her face turns into one of unease.* \"That is preposterous. Even with this storm, they cannot reduce the cost?\" *She then looks behind her at the sheer amount of people huddled inside the lobby. With no idea to how long the storm will last, finding a place to stay after this building will be a problem for the party. Koharu ponders, her arms within a thinking gesture as the miko stares into space. After a while, she asks* \"... Are there any other options in this town?\" *With this current scenario, she is hoping for a more favorable opportunity.*"
}
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{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron had gotten to the inn and found himself a quest to do... He wasn't quite sure if Ein could make it on the quest, since there were quite a few other applications, but he thought that she should get at least half the money. She always made it seem like she was dirt poor, so it was the least he could do for travelling with her.*\n\n\"...I've been away from the homestead for quite some time, so I should get back and see how Syele has been doing. She's been on quite a few high paying quests last I remember, so I wouldn't be surprise if some changes had been made.\"\n\n*Theron then begun his approximately thirty minute journey over to the plains that housed Syele's cabin. The main roads had been cleared of most snow by mages employed from the college, so the trek wasn't too bad... The snow visibly lighter than what surrounded it.*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would being glaring at the window and once she knew Theron as just inches away from the door she'd kick it open with what little strength she had as a dramatic move to show her current discontent with the fact Theron was due for rent.* \"Theron! Where have you been! It's almost been a month since you last paid me on rent!\" *The oriate would waddle up toward the man with her hand out.*\n\n\"Secondly, we need to talk, I got a new business idea that can probably help us in the long run.\" *She stated firmly, waiting for him to pay the rent so they could go inside an talk for a little.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron had the fifty silver in his hand, having kept track of the time he had between rents... Silently sliding it into her pocket and then waiting for Syele to explain what she was going to do this time.*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele nodded as they went toward the living room and the fire had already been going making the house kind of comfortable for the time being. She leaned back and performed her daily routine of bread picking with a better facial expression than normal.* \"So, since our last little visit, I've done two quests and got a pretty solid chunk of coin from it. Thus, I had this weird idea that sparked my taste back in my homelands. You know some slaves that have been maimed and lost a limb? Or even scarred to the point their value has almost washed away? I was thinking we should buy up a bulk of them to run a comfort house.\"\n\n*She'd rub the back of her head a bit in thought about the idea.* \"It's like a whore house but less whoring and more comforting to those that have had trouble in their adventures. Like the slaves we hire would be providing someone to confide into for the clients who have very little comfort or people to speak to on their own. I think it could be an interesting experiment especially if we can... Help... Others.\" *Syele had to lie about the helping part, she really didn't care all that much about the slaves since she knew those types were mostly useless and just cheaper altogether. As for the comfort of others? Sure for the coin.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I'm unsure if that could work, as anyone could just speak about their problems, even if the people they spoke to didn't care. If we were to do it anyways, where would the slaves work? We would have to give basic needs as well... Feed, drink, places to sleep...\"\n\n*Theron crossed his arms, sitting down in one of the nearby chairs. The idea was quite odd to him, because if they bothered you why not just tell people they did? Since Syele seemed to be into it however, he was willing to discuss it.*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"True, but there's just some problems that others cannot speak of to others close to them. For instance, most men withdraw their emotions from others when they would really prefer to speak of their troubles or even cry, yet in society that is shamed upon. So, if we were to create such a friendly environment then maybe some unsolved inner problems could be rooted out.\" *Syele spoke out calmly while continuing to pick at her bread for the time being.*\n\n\"As to your question of basic needs I have amassed enough coin to provide us an entire tavern for our little plan and most likely we can buy one already stocked for the amount of gold I have. Then when it comes to actually feeding them it is of a even simple matter of just buying low quality bread and some water from time to time. They can either stay here at the worker station of the house or at the tavern it does not really matter which.\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron let out a `hmmmmm`, tapping his chin while listening to the explanation. He was still confused about the whole, \"Some problems can't be spoken about\"... What kind of problems? He guessed it just wasn't of that big concern anyway, some people just couldn't consider the naivety of their actions.*\n\n\"If you feel this would generate a good enough income, then it's your decision to make. It gives the slaves decent housing and treatment, others ease of heart, and profit to yourself. A benefit for all three.\"\n\n```yaml\nFerret come along reeeeeeeeeee\n```"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*Outside the door... A very unique ClinkClinkClink sound, as if it was... Someone's equipment was hitting each other. I wonder who it was. Anyways the steps stopped for a moment and a person spoke up*\n\n\"My room's there? Ah yes. Thank you very much~!\" \n\n*Hey look! EinEin is HERE! Yay? Don't know if that was necessarily a good thing honestly*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron had turned over to the entrance of the cabin... He heard the clinking about thirty seconds before they walked in, but he didn't think someone would walk in. Once noticing the voice was Ein's his surprise was wiped clean.*\n\n\"Ein? What're you doing over here, away from the district?\"\n\n`the person outside pranked you`"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Ah well you see... I'm lost. I drank a bit of... Something strange and thought this was an inn... Yeah I'll see my self out thank you very much\"\n\n*She said, turning around to... Make her way out soon... She was wearing a black cloak and... Her claymore was no where to be seen... And she was carrying a new cool thing... A halberd... Something that looks scary!*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Theron, your friend is being very rude and leaving without even making proper introductions.\" *Syele gave theron the old dead eyes while taking a drink of spiced water from her cup while dramatically.* \"But then again, I suppose she did walk in quite rudely to begin with, but I'd forgive her if she bothered to sit down long enough.\" *Her voice trailed off rather dead in the terms of a tone, but yet light as a feather, a bad omen to the ears if anything.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Ein, come back over and at least amuse Syele... As well as be scolded for drinking again. It's a bad habit that wastes the little silver you have with you.\"\n\n*Theron rolled his eyes, hearing that Ein had been drinking again... Even though she was embarrassed with the aftermath the last time she did so. Strange yet amusing, but ultimately self destructive.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Fineeee~. And who said I had little silver? I'm just frugal honestly~\"\n\n*She said, returning back to the room... And... Just stands there. She didn't actually know what to do. She just assumed she was in trouble. \n\nShe sounds... A bit strange. Maybe she hit the gold spot of Alcohol... Not too much and not too little.*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"So, are you looking for a permanent residency here in Salvainia? I offer up a room for rent like I said when you entered, it'd just be a ten gold deposit in case you damage anything or cause trouble for me, then secondly it'd be fifty silver a rent a month afterwords but you'd have the deposit returned to you when you're ready to leave if you do accept those terms.\" *Syele was just an inch shorter than theron, but they looked skinny and almost ill with their pale skin. Their ears would flick every so often with a bit of oddity to them.*\n\n\"Additionally, me and theron was just discussing some business that we'll probably never get to in the near future, but will likely be worked on later down the road.\" *She'd finish speaking and awaited for the girl to answer a reply to her.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"No. I'm just a lowly traveller who has met with... Your client along my way through The Tupla Region. Plus, I doubt I can maintain a housed lifestyle with the lack of income\"\n\n*She looked directly into her eyes. She wasn't perceptive enougj to notice the ear flicker...* \n\n\"I assume Theron... Was... Your partner? I don't want to assume. I think the word was... Client?\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Tenant would be the correct word and partner would be another correct word as well I suppose. But it is a shame, fifty silver is a reasonable price per month and Theron somehow manages to suffer with it even with him lightly doing quests on the side. Anyways, since you don't really wish to rent a room may I ask if you have business with Theron or another matter?\" *Einillainis would notice that Syele's eyes showed no spark of emotion nor brightly filled color of a normal person, they had a light brown tint and that was quite all. Her voice still trailed off as a blank as ever and she continued to remove excessive winter garments for the time being.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron decided to just wait.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Well you see, he said we would go on a quest together once we had one. But we got separated in the city. Quite a shame honestly\"\n\n*She said, noticing... The dead eyes of this person. Surprised she was, Theron being able to... Survive with this person. She definitely sounds like a wolf... Or a predator* \n\n\"50 silver is a lot when you don't have a stable way to earn it back yes?\"\n\n*She said, leaning herself on the Halberd. Pretty tall weapon. Obviously taller than her, and she's already taller than the both of them*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"A single quest can typically net you anywhere between five and fifteen gold coins and that translate into five to fifteen hundred silver coins. So in theory, one quest can pay for six months of rent at the least and up to a year and half at the most.\" *Syele continued to speak as she went to the kitchen across the room and gathered a rag and a bucket of freshly boiled water from the fire stove.*\n\n\"So really, even if you don't have a stable income it is rather safe to say you could afford it easily. As to the matter of quests those are easy to find and I'm quite sure that theron would be more then willing to help you in that matter. My second reason to my proposal that may interest you a bit better is that I have an entire work shop with all the basic equipment to repair weapons and armor that I would offer to you included in the rent.\" *She then sat back down staring at the boiling water waiting for it to cool down enough so she could use the rag to wash her face off.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"I already have what I need and my own skilled armourer, though he acts strangely at times. Sorry, but I'm simply not interested in permanent residence... Especially with what I do for a job~.\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron stretched in his chair, leaning back into it after listening to the two go on about the residency.*\n\n\"Ein wouldn't like to stay here I suppose, so let's not waste more time on that... But on the subject of quests, I had ran into a farmer that had lost their animals. Possibly bandits or some gang of goblins. I was the last entry, however, so forgive me for that Ein. I'll give you a portion of the silver if you want it, since I said we would do one together.\""
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "*Syele would slowly lose interest in the girl since she didn't really have anything to offer her let alone to her efforts at the time. The oriate would lightly take the rag from earlier and started to wash off her face during their talk while also lightly rubbing her ears clean as well.* \"In consideration, would beastkin just be as cheap as oriates? I mean they do tend to mass produce in high quantities and some don't look completely awful.\"\n\n*She spoke out toward theron pondering the quest and then tilted her head at him when he mentioned that he'd be giving a portion to Ein.* \"Friend, hopefully you don't drive yourself broke, you still owe me a twenty-five percent cut out of that quest and last I check I was going to come along and heal you when necessary too.\" *She stated plainly while continuing to ponder while washing off her arms now.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*She frowned to herself, turning to... Well Mr Theron* \n\n\"If you fall short of your rent... I can spare 50 silver, friend. I'm not poor, I just don't intend on doing something difficult to maintain\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I will remember that, thank you. Keeping your promises is something that I ensure on doing, however. Inform me on a quest you can't do alone, and I'll work with you.\"\n\n*Theron nodded, still leaning back in the chair comfortably... Or at least, it seemed like it was comfortable to him.*\n\n\"As for that, I already understand.\"\n\n*He just looked back over to Syele stating what he thought was already something she knew.*I"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Well, anyways, I suppose... We could actually go take care of that matter now, Theron? Since we have the spare time and the wagon is still packed we should be able to buy what we need and come back within... Maybe a few hours at the least?\" *Syele stated plainly while putting back on her winter clothes.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"I suppose my business is done here. Right Theron? If so, I'll make my leave. I shan't stay in one place for longer than a day. Too dangerous\"\n\n*She said, with a small sense of doubt in her voice. It's as if she is running away from something. Maybe that's why she is so against living in a place permanently.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"... You sure? It seems like you're being far too formal than you usually are. Did that walk around the city have some bad happenings?\"\n\n*Theron was rather puzzled on why Ein seemed to be a entirely new person. Of course, he hadn't been with her for more than four days, so he couldn't fully judge her on experience alone... But it was still quite odd for her to suddenly get all tense from a laid back conversation.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Well you see. Met some old friends. Wasn't too entirely pleasant. Turns out, my previous teachers don't exactly like my any more. Especially dangerous for me as... They are a group of Assassins I suppose you could call them that.\"\n\n*She picked up her Halberd, turning around before turning back to the two* \n\n\"I suppose I'll meet you, Theron, again another day? Hopefully that day won't be you hunting me down. Quite a scary, yet possible prospect\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"What?\"\n\n*Theron sat there, completely baffled... What the hell happened in the hour or so when she had left him alone with the strange kitsune?*"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "\"Ah, I do believe we have our own business to worry about for now... So uh, goodbye... Miss I suppose.\" *Syele remembered that it was almost time to head out to the farm earlier that had the quest posted. So, she left past Ein and went outside to start walking.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*And off she goes! To roam the Mainland! Wonder what she'll end up finding... Or poking aggressively with a pole?*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "`well I'd chase after EinEin's sudden pack of assassins... But I said I'd do Discorxd's quest, since it's his first one.`"
}
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{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*A specific person has appeared from... A forest! Who was it? Well, he'd quickly recognise the green cloak and... The Halberd. That is, if he was there! \n\nEinEin has managed to escape from the battle and get this far, but she seemed to be quite injured... Her sleeve was barely holding on and her shoulder was exposed, showing a nasty nasty sword wound on the shoulder... At least she was bleeding blood? That means she was human. She also... Seems to be missing things... Where's her sword? Where's her Gambeson? WHERE'S HER SALLET? Oh no... Has she lost a battle? She probably did... She looks like she did*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron was minding his own business, walking down the road to return to Syele's farm.. He had told her to leave his amount of silver on the table, as he had to tell the guards were to be wary of dark magic.*\n\n*That was until, of course, he sees some woman stumbling out of the forest bloodied and disheveled. What the hell? Assuming that they were attacked by bandits or worse, he would draw his bow and close in on the figure... Not quite recognizing them as of yet.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*Well, I suppose Bandits were close. But this was no bandit she has ever met! She met a magic user! And she was beaten... Really hard. She was pretty weak at this point, having used up most of her energy getting here... So once she was clear of the forest, she flopped onto the ground... Ground is nice and soft, but not good if you have a wound that could get Infected.\n\nTurns out, she was pretty weak. Well she's pretty weak against magic. Magic is like a hard counter to her...*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Well that was never a good sign, for someone to just fall to the ground while looking so wounded.. Theron sped up his pace and reached the unfortunate soul. EinEin? What had happened to her for her to be in this state... Wait. She had mentioned something about assassins before Theron left for the quest! Now he had a large feeling of guilt for not staying behind... Having done a relatively easy job, while Ein had just gotten away from some kind of assassination attempt.*\n\n*Since she had basically no armor, she wasn't too hard to carry... So once securing his bow back onto it's hitch, he'd do his best to pick her up. Craddling her like an oversized baby, Theron begun to jog the EinEin to Syele's home so he could figure out what he should do next.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*She's not that light. And I can imagine the strange looks all the animals would be giving you. Also... Nyoom.\n\nShe's not that bad upon closer inspection. She does have a small scar on her head, but it's relatively unnoticeable, but there is still a wound on her shoulder. Pretty big... That and around the head scar area, her head was feeling slightly too soft. Fracture? \n\nShe needs a healer! That and uhh... She also is missing 11 gold... And... Her dignity as a warrior*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron thought about how long this process could be... So he `used a timeskip`. Since Syele was out on yet another quest, he had to go into town to hire a healer for the session. Two gold was worth it, Theron supposed, since he owed EinEIn much more for his carelessness. Anyone could be taken by surprise, and he forgot to factor that in... He still felt pretty bad.*\n\n*With his practical knowledge and the healer providing the magic, EinEin would be in rather good condition. The deep wound in her shoulder could only be reduced to a scar, as the healer wasn't the most experienced, but her head would make full recovery. Thanking the healer for his time, Theron paid the man and sent him on his way... Watching over EinEin for the time being.*\n\n~~do stuff now or stuff~~"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*AWOKE! Ein has woken up. Unsure if that's a good thing. Her head pain has stopped... So everything was less... Well painful and blurry. You see, she thinks she's dead*\n\n\"Hmmm... I expected... The Afterlife to be... Less like Real life honestly\"\n\n*She hasn't noticed Theron yet... Maybe he should appear in her vision. Or maybe she's just stupid and blind. But she's lying down... Or sitting. Unsure what he did to her when she was asleep*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron usually has his max blurry on, so it wasn't really odd for EinEin to just not notice him. Upon hearing her wake up, Theron sat up in the chair by the small desk and looked over*\n\n\"What did you expect it to be? A large inn where you can get drunk constantly?\"\n\n*He said rather plainly. She was seemingly fine, so he was pleased with the work he did on her. At least he could say that he didn't further complicate things... But he was also considering other measures in case this could happen again.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Why does go-\"\n\n*She turned her head to the... General direction of THE VOICE... And she seemed... Really surprised for some odd reason. She was probably hit really hard in the head*\n\n\"God look like Theron? Wait... You're not god. Damn I'm still alive.\"\n\n*Sighhhhhhhh and up her hands go into the air, while lying down*\n\n\"I guess Heaven Beer can wait. How did you find me and how am I not dead? And why does my arm still function... I took a massive sword to it... Oh and how am I still thinking? I was bashed in the face by a strange looking Bardiche?\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron sighed heavily. She was being rather light hearted about almost dying... Maybe the blow to her head possibly change her? He'd be regretful, but since she had rather good memory of her attack, this could just be EinEin being EinEin.*\n\n\"You were out in the forest, I picked you up and brought you here, then a hired healer assisted me in your recovery. Forgive me for not taking your warning seriously... I am sorry. If you can remember specific details, the city watch could help us with your assassins!\"\n\n*He did seem rather serious about his apology, as for one of the first times, he was rather gloomy instead of his usual calm exterior. Theron had also gotten up off the chair, to sit down at the bottom edge Ein's bed.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*Confusion look. Warning? What warning? Did she get hit so hard that she forgot a thing?*\n\n\"If it's about the injuries, I lost a fight against a mercenary in a quest and got my head smashed in by some strange looking knight. Also... Assassins? You mean the Brotherhood? They're not a threat... They're too scared to exit Silnaria...\" \n\n*False alarm? She did just get injured in a quest.. Maybe her memory was broken. Maybe she was broken... But she did seem broken. She no longer glorified herself as a powerful person, instead... She kinda submits herself as a weak creature*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*So the assassins she was referring to were from Silnaria? Well, Theron had heard of such organizations raining supreme in elven society... Their long life spans meant their mistakes would not easily be forgotten, so grudges and threats were much more of a threat. Why mention them if they wouldn't leave Silnaria, he didn't quite understand... But it seemed like something was indeed wrong.*\n\n\"You hadn't mentioned a brotherhood before... But if you're certain you're not being chased, then forgive me for not joining you on your quest. It's brought all this upon you, so it must have been overwhelming. You can rest in my room for the time being, if you aren't well enough to move about.\"\n\n*Theron still sat on the edge, trailing his finger along the edge of the bed. Where had her equipment gone, anyway? The mercenary took it from her, and let her live? Most likely...*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Ehhhhhh... My fault for not being strong enough. Plus, Magic always beats no magic. I wasn't worthy of winning that fight I suppose... Neither were my armour and sword... Oh well... I'm able to move. Might take up... You Land Lord on the offer of a place to stay as... I'm probably safe. I'm sure they think I'm dead now\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron let out a suppressed sigh. He wasn't okay with how lightly Ein was taking the situation, but he didn't want to argue with someone who just survived a near-death experience...*\n\n\"Then that'll be that. There is a spare room across the hall, as I believe this building was built for a family of seven. The three beds in there are unoccupied, so choose whatever one you want. Do you still have your wallet?\"\n\n*Theron was still in full armor, pulling his hood off and wiping a small bit of sweat off his forehead. Jogging while carrying someone for about ten minutes was quite some work, to be sure.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Aww shucks your too nice. Can I stay here just for the niggghhht? I have enough for another room but I feel safer with another person! That and... I dont know how long I can last without a job... So I might go back to doing carpentry for a while... Ought to get me some money?\"\n\n*She took out her money pouch... Which... Was somewhat less... Full than it used to be*\n\n\"Well, I have a single gold coin and 20 silver. Kinda got a lot of stuff stolen from me... And I don't want to take any money from you, or I'll have to marry you. Just kidding, I'll just feel really bad about taking your money.\"\n\n*She said, sitting up and... Waving her pouch around, which lacks... The jingle it used to have.*\n\n\"Honestly, I feel like maybe... I shouldn't be an Adventurer. I lost my pride as a warrior when I fought that woman. She beat me and destroyed my sword. That was literally my soul\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "`writing emotional speeches are hard`\n\n`on draft number five. I dislike existence.`\n\n`I'm a masochist when it comes to making a speech that sounds good to me`\n\n`CaPtAin, ReLEasE tHe cRinGe BoMB.`\n\n*Theron leaned back, falling onto the bed. If Ein was tall enough, he'd probably be laying against her legs, perpendicular to the bed.*\n\n\"It's things like, pride as a warrior, that gives me reason to agree and stop you. You are a stubborn woman who clings on to beliefs that will ultimately lead to your death. At the same time however, I feel that you have qualities I admire. You are respectable, you act honest, you do not wish to trouble people, you give help to those you see need them...\"\n\n\"It reminds me of stories my mother shared with me when I was younger, about those heroes that fight with blade of steel and heart of gold. Ones that no matter how dire the circumstance, refuse to trouble those that they wish to protect... And always win in the end. Life is not like this, of course, but I take it for granted and hold this childish belief in my heart. You are a piece of this world that reminds me that others can be just like this, if they truly did try their best.\"\n\n\"A blade can be re-forged... Your pride can be picked from the dirt and cleaned... A smile can falter but remain unbroken... However, a life cannot be reborn. You were given a gift to keep living. That was where an evil made it's mistake... And a selfish childhood dream could keep it's peace of mind.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*If a sound was made upon Theron's fall, Ein could be heard making a sound herself... Rather close to an EEP or Uya. Very shocked she was... Who knew her joke was going to attack his mind that much.\n\nBut when he spoke, she got really confused... About the fact that it isn't about the joke. Don't guys get flustered when girls make that joke? Only in Canada I suppose. \n\nOh no, now she's the one who's getting flustered here. Why was he telling all of this information? Is he saying that he'll take responsibility to fix her? Well he kinda did... By getting a repair person. Oh well, she probably misinterpreted. \n\nBut a fact is a fact. He made her red and got her to not look at him directly in the eyes* \n\n\"You're... Too kind. My head feels warm. I dont know why. But y'know... With those words. You're saying the impossible. To reforge a blade as broken as mine,\"\n\n*She produced her sword... It's basket was seriously mangled and the blade was shattered. Took a nasty hit* \n\n\"Is impossible. Maybe I can become a new blade... Figuratively speaking. Gosh this is making me feel weird. You'll help me... Right?\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron looked over, seeing that for some reason EinEin got all red. He was recounting his past life because he was rather lost for words... It seemed to have done the trick? Maybe she got embarrassed cause he was being too sentimental.*\n\n\"I suppose... The sword itself is too broken, sure. Let's take your suggestion and take this old sword and pour it into something new.\"\n\n*Theron got up, sliding up real close to Ein. Taking a good look at the hilt that was left, he could see what she meant. Quite the broken thing... But it could probably be used to cheapen the cost of the new sword, when melted down to fill a mold.*\n\n\"I'll take you up on that offer of making a new blade, of course, if you haven't given up.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*Ne-Ne too close too close! She physically moved herself back as he approached. The sword it self was a marvel of blacksmithing. The basket was really well made and the blade was so evenly tempered and... Dare I say it, perfect. Too perfect...* \n\n\"Y-Yeah! We can always meet with... Val right? He can make me a new sword? I'm unsure about the costs... Or if he is still around\"\n\n*Yeah... She's very embarrassed. Maybe it's the proximity... Or maybe... He was too sentimental! She has a problem of wanting to return favours...*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"If he isn't around we could visit one in the market.. Maybe check at the tavern for a woman I partially remember. Katachan, if I think correctly. She had made a rather potent mace, so she could be a fine replacement if Val isn't near.\"\n\n*Theron looked down to his left, lost in some thought while thinking about how to get Ein re-equipped... She had enough money to survive in a tavern or inn, but this entire catastrophe started because he left her to her own devises. She showed interest in staying here a night, so maybe...*\n\n\"How do you feel about staying on the farm here with me? I'd feel better if you were present, as I feel some guilt for not being there on your first quest. I had promised I would, and this was the result of not following through...\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Hmmm... I don't feel comfortable with using... The hellish sea cart... It's worse than ground carts. I shall see this Katachan... Hopefully. But huh... I was planning to get a job and... Maybe stay here. It's a farm, which is my home. I'm born and raised on a farm, plus, I have this really cool guy here who helps me a lot and makes my head feel all wonky.\"\n\n*Huhu grinnnn. She puts her hand on his head, assuming he wasn't sitting on the bed, otherwise that would put too much strain on her arm...*\n\n\"I think I'm going to stop forcing myself to not settle down in a single place. Maybe staying in one place is safer! So... With the one gold I have, I'll pay for a month's rent, sell my cuirass, and start working!\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron didn't really get why she was patting his head... But smiled from Ein getting a bright expression back ~~and taking a liking to it~~. It was good to see her be motivated and decide to not let this situation cut her too deeply.*\n\n*He didn't quite understand what she meant by her head feeling all wonky... But he chalked it up to the recent redness of her face and previous head wound.*\n\n\"Good to hear. I'll be present, as always, so do call on me if you need assistance.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Now, in return for all your help... I'll cook you a meal every day so you don't get hungry! Free food is the meal for the soul... Or an I getting that wrong... Was it... Alcohol was the gateway to a man's heart? I'm obviously confusing myself.\"\n\n*She obviously meant the part that she was going to cook him free food... But... It's not exactly a meal, rather small snacks... Well, snacks can become a meal if you give enough of it.\n\nShe retracted her hand, rolling her neck for a moment*\n\n\"So, what's the plan Chief\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Most of it depends on you, and how you want to proceed. You'll be talking to Katachan or Val about rearming yourself, right? While you do so, I can speak to Syele about your abilities on running a farm and allowing you to stay here.\"\n\n*Theron lightly tapped his boots on the wooden floor, as Ein could hear the small thuds that were diminished by his passive ability.*\n\n\"Then after that depends on what we can get done in our first outings...\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"I reckon, that maybe downscaling what I wear into battle would be very smart... Armour doesn't help me much... It just got cut through and ripped a nasty part into my shoulder\"\n\n*She said, hovering her hand over... Her still ripped clothes, assuming he didn't change her clothes for her*\n\n\"I remember my parents singing me a lullaby about our ancestors fighting battles with great swords and woolen blankets around them... I remember knowing how to wear one too!\" \n\n*She then thought for another moment and the such.*\n\n\"I'll probably speak to Katachan first... And god forbid that they aren't there, I'll speak to Val and... Ride that hell cart of water. And... Outings? What do you mean?\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Well, I'd like to accompany you for now, at least. The healer couldn't guarantee that the spells he used were as efficient... Due to the amount of time you were out in the wild, bleeding. You've already fallen once, no need to do so again from lack of life being restored.\"\n\n*Theron returned the earlier head pat he had received... Wanting to see how she reacted to it. He didn't really know if it was a custom between her village or something, cause the last time he remembered getting something similar was from his mother four years ago.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*She gave him a high five! She probably didn't realize it was a head pat. Oh well. Honestly, it's probably just something she does to things that help her... Like animals!* \n\n\"I'll be fine. I can walk! The world is no match for me! Well... I'm not match for the world...\"\n\n*And like that, she tried to get herself off the bed! To... Do a bit of walking*\n\n\"Plus, if I were to slack off on a farm, my ancestors will look down on my with disappointment. A woman must tend to her farm of course!\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron froze for a second or two, guessing that he'd just figure out what that head pat meant later. Once lowering his arm back to his side, he too would get off the bed... He was sweating enough in his armor, so he might as well go lay down for awhile after taking it off and checking over his equipment.*\n\n\"Alright... I will be relying on you then. If you need me I'll be in my room, I should still be up and awake for two hours or so.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Huh. Oh and the name's Elizabeth! Figured... Éinillainis was rather difficult to pronounce, much more spell\"\n\n*She said with a chuckle. Elizabeth is a nice name... She supposes she'll be staying here! She does... Have a sort of bed right? Or is this a chair? Wait aren't they in his room or is she tripping*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*While EinEin was standing around, Theron then began the process of taking off his weapons and armor. This was his room after all, and he would be in it for the rest of the day...*\n\n\"Do you need to tell me something..?\"\n\n*Theron looked back at her while untying the cuirass that was fastened to his aketon... He was mainly trying to break her out of the stupor that she was seemingly in? She said she was going for a walk, wasn't she?*\n\n\"You can still use the bed if you want. I'll just be polishing my sword, and ensuring the arrows in my quiver haven't dulled.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Well... I don't want to stray TOO far... I'm probably going to stay here and remain warm. Plus, I'm not too keen on exiting safety.\n\nOh and... Here catch, I sold the bow to get more funding, which disappeared after the fight\"\n\n*She said, fishing out... The 100 arrows bound together with a piece of cheap twine. Roling it towards Theron*\n\n\"I'm not the best archer out there, I'm more skilled with my halberd! I'll probably... Be sharpening my own tools... Long axe thing needs to he sharp too!\"\n\n*What did she use to sharpen her tool? Well, she didn't have the best equipment, but she fashioned something similar to sandpaper with a stick, some hide glue, and sand!*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron caught the nice bungle of arrows while his cuirass flopped to below his waist, the bottom arming points still needing to be undone... They were well made arrows, he could tell. Narrow-tips were popular, and most people knew how to make them... But he somewhat preferred broadheads, as they caused more damage in terms of bleeding and removal.*\n\n\"... The kitchen has more space for walking and a fireplace. It should be warmer there, and have more space for walking about, if you'd like to test your body's recovery.\"\n\n*He didn't quite get why she suddenly wanted to stick around, but whatever. He finished with taking off his cuirass and begun taking off his boots and gauntlets.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"I'm sure I'm completely recovered... If I wasn't, I'm we'll have more issues about a scamming healer than my inability to do much of anything\"\n\n*She also demonstrated her walking and hand waving ability*\n\n\"See, completely fine!\"\n\n*She returned back to sitting down, digging out her lute from her bag... Good! It was still in good shape... It even has Ein's Carpentry Signature... The EinEin E!*\n\n\"Mind if I play something? I don't exactly have much to do and I'd feel bad if I just slept again on your bed\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron practically stopped what he was doing and stared at EinEin's Lute... He hadn't really seen one up close before. Most of the chances he got to see them were behind a paywall, or in a tavern that he would skip straight to a bed after a long quest or adventure...*\n\n\"...Yeah, play something. I'd like to hear it closely. I've never paid much close attention to them, so thank you.\"\n\n*Recovering from his odd focus on Ein and her instrument, he'd begin to finish his little routine by starting to unstrap and disrobe from the aketon itself.*\n\n`i n t e r e s t i n g .`"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She started strumming a very... Unique pattern. Resembles something akin to the form of a song of story telling. That was, what her music usually was, story telling. It also has a lot of melodic and nice progressions*\n\n\"You see, this song was... Something passed down to me. Very sentimental... It's a legend of sorts, about a Duke of Sudor, the Lord of the Cursed Throne...\"\n\n*A few moments passed, finshing this section of the song, being an introduction before she starts singing. \n\nHer voice complemented the music very well. So smooth and surprisingly feminine... For the person who could easily pass as a man had she been born one!*\n\n\"Álìs dahéiridh, mó sídaigha, ánis Tsúdahaéide té?\nMór án tFoíl ein, eir ná séid féy? Ghróidh sín trí, almaeín. \n\nMo sín, gafaílte, tír na eíl, ánis Tsúdahaéide té!\nEín go, ta má, sa dhur nó feí. An máithrea tí, almaeín.\n\nAn dú sí da méihadda, an eíros deín mor deíre. \nTHaí du sí dé anoúsdha, an goúd an idír mór.\"\n\n*For translations, please consult me in DMs. Interesting language! What's even more interesting is the appearance of her last name, which could just be the fact her language is so different that it's hard to differentiate the names. Oh well. A song is a song.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron listened while he finally slipped out of his aketon. He liked the song, even though he didn't know anything about the language... But he assumed it had some sort of good warning or message. He would finally be done with his armor now, as he had also slid out of his cowl while taking off the aketon.*\n\n*Now only wearing some cloth shirt with pants, he'd sit down on a stool beside the bed... Getting his sheathed silver short sword that he had taken with him on his quest. He'd begin examining it very precisely, producing a whetstone from the box next to the stool... Preparing to sharpen it if it required it.*\n\n\"You said you were a musician, not a vocalist... I didn't quite expect a pristine singing voice from you.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Flattering, but yes, musicians should know how to sing. That's our money maker you see?\" \n\n*Cough cough singing was a bit rough on her but she just needs practice! Now she didn't know what to do... She finished her song.*\n\n\"It's strange... Why does the song have my last name, yet Pronounced Sudor? It's sad I can't ask anyone... It's a dead language. I'm the last speaker. It's probably like the name Sean... It can be pronounced Shawn or... Sheen. Strange, I don't see any h next to the S\" \n\n*Anyways, back to... Playing around with what else she has in her bag... And then it struck her. She doesn't have extra clothes. She needs to get extra clothes. Oh no...*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron was just methodically honing the edge of the silver short-sword, doing his best to mimic what he watched from Valmir. He couldn't mimic it exactly, of course, but he could see that the sharpening was not effecting the blade too badly... It was just slightly uneven if he looked hard enough with hawkeye.*\n\n\"No other tricks up your sleeve, dear Ein...? I was somewhat expecting something else to pass the time.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"I'm a pretty stale person honestly. There isn't much more for me to say that I know of... Unless you want to hear the weird story about me in the Brotherhood when I was tasked to kill some high ranking dude\" \n\n*To be honest, that's to be expected. She can't exactly be skilled at everything... She has only been alive for two decades and a few more years*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Go ahead... And while you're at it, why were you talking about assassins before I left to go on my quest? What happened?\"\n\n*Theron sighed, deciding to leave the silver sword sharpening for later and putting the sword back into it's sheath... Instead, beginning to go through his quiver and going over his arrows.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Nyehehe. So, I was... Maybe 18 years old and was pretty well into the Assassination business. I also had this weird thing for hoods and cloaks for some reason. But basically the story goes, I was hired by some Elf guy to go remove an opponent, who said to catch him at night in the mountains where he walks. I found him there... But when I tried to attack, I got tangled up by my cloak and fell down the mountain! I was fine, but the next day, a news herald said something about a massive bat with steel knives for teeth! Apparently that was me falling down the mountain...\n\nLet's say, the employer was not too hapoy about that...\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron lightly `kek'd` to himself. He didn't expect such a dark and mysterious path to have such a laughable blunder in it... She somehow found a way, he guessed. Misfortune must be attracted to the young lady known as EinEin.*\n\n\"So, what had happened after that? Was that how you were chased about by mercenaries?\"\n\n*Theron continued to go over each and every arrow in his quiver... He was done with two of them, and had 27 more to go.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Well you see, after that, I sort of graduated from the place with a pretty good... Track record. 5 completed assassinations on... Generally unimportant people. Of course I left. I honestly don't know why they started chasing me. It's as if I did something bad... But I suspect it's the Gianf Bat Incident. \n\nThe mercenary part was a quest! I'd rather not talk about it... It was quite an embarrassing situation\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Obviously it would be the bat situation... That's a rather large stain on their reputation. You said they're too scared to leave Silnaria however, so, why so? Will we have to be wary about hired killers coming for us in New Salvainia?\"\n\n*Theron had now finished an extra four, slowly increasing his speed of going through each of the arrows... Making small adjustments with the whetstone.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Nah. I'm more than capable to beat them. Plus those dead beat old men cant beat me!\"\n\n*They probably can and she's being cocky since she has a friend.*\n\n\"Also... Don't you think a blunter arrow would be better? Sharp... Makes wound clean, which is easy to heal. Blunt and uneven arrows rip skin and prevents healing right? Are you trying to make art with your arrows?\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Depends on the target. I usually run broadhead cause they're useful in most situations, as not many people run around in full plate do to it being restrictive in movement. Plus, you are forgetting that the wound requires time to heal... And most people do not get that time to heal. The major bleeding the broadhead causes when shot correctly can down someone or have them panic and slip up during combat.\"\n\n*Theron continued his patient examination and adjustments of the arrows in his quiver, having finished half of the arrows now... He had sped up his work during their conversation.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Huh I see. I wouldn't know much about archery... Only really hunted rabbits in the farm...\"\n\n*She said reenacting one of her supposed rabbit hunting experience!*\n\n\"And a weird thing my family does is like... They put the Arrows on the right side and hold arrows in their hands instead of a quiver... Let's say I didn't pick up the bow again for a while...\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"...Interesting? I suppose it was cheaper to just use it as a poker, then. I wouldn't disagree though, I'd usually do the same if I didn't need the bow.\"\n\n*Theron had completely with his examination of the arrows, placing a few back in a box full of arrows... Taking one dozen of the arrows Ein had given him, and placing it into his quiver.*\n\n.\n\"In any case, I've finished with what I wanted to do.. So if you'd excuse me, I'll be needing my bed now.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*She was sitting on the floor at the current moment*\n\n\"I'll sleep on the floor then... But I'll take the spot near the furnace!\" \n\n*And off she goes... To go knock herself out and use the free demo for death* \n\n\"Gooooood night\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"... If you insist on being in the room, then get a blanket at least.\"\n\n*Theron sighed, still not quite getting it... But whatever. He'd slowly start to sleep after rolling himself up in the blanket.*\n\n`smh I'm stealing Nox's dumb spear later`\n\n*Theron had been awoken by EinEin doing EinEin things... He couldn't quite remember but it involved some kind of spicy bread? He ate it but had to take some time washing the over-packed spice from his mouth... He could still feel the back of his mouth burning a bit. They would be at the market now, as she had mentioned that she was sort on clothes.*\n\n\"We could split up from here, as you focus on getting your clothes and I focus on the armor and weapons necessary. You used two handed weapons and medium armor, did you not?\"\n\n*He turned to his companion, keeping some eye contact as he could just avoid any people coming to him with the enhanced sound of their foot steps approaching him. It was quite handy, being somewhat similar to a bat.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Well you see, armour doesn't... Generally help much anymore. I think it's much better to only just get an Aketon at this point... Or maybe a Dublet pattern Gambeson! I'll let you choose.\" \n\n*She said, still covering herself with her cloak. It was quite embarrassing to walk around with a shirt, which was falling apart*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Alright. The blacksmith isn't far off from the armorer anyway... I'll be sure to pick out some good equipment. You be sure to pick out some good clothing as well, the snow blizzard caused by the yeti has been picking up recently... But if you can't afford it, you could always use mine or Syele's spares.\"\n\n*Theron nodded, looking around the market place for the things that he had just mentioned... He didn't quite remember exactly where they were, but he knew they were close to this area.*\n\n\"Would you like to split up or stick together? It shouldn't take quite long for me to pick out the necessary gear for what you've been thinking of using from now on.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"I'll meet you at the... Square. I did promise I'd prepare a meal every day... So of course I'd need to do some groceries... But adieu! We shall meet again... In a while!\" \n\n*And off she jogged off, accidentally dropping her rondel, which she picked up hastily and sped off, probably embarrassed*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron would return to the square... He would be dragging around a small barrel that held the items he had purchased. He didn't have much other way to carry them all around, so he just said he'd return the barrel once done with it.*\n\n*Now that he was here, he'd be waiting and looking out for EinEin. He had taken his time with describing her measurements... Or at least, what he guessed her measurements were, so she should've been done around the same time as him.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*A new person reappeared! She wasn't wearing a cloak anymore... She was wearing new clothes, though it looks like hemp and all scratchy... And a dress? Looks too big too be a skirt. More like a giant blanket wrapped around her and the excess pulled over her like a hood! And... It was quite a unique pattern too. But no worries. \n\nWhy was she wearing this kilt like this you ask? Well great kilts are a universal garment! Want to wear it for war? Tie it together. Want to gather? You have pocket like things! Her pocket like things look full of goodies... Like food! \n\nOh ho Theron and his friends are in for a MEAL*\n\n\"Hello Hello! Sorry I was late, the loomist took slightly longer than expected. That's natural to assume since... Well, doing a Family pattern was quite hard from just using scribbles on a paper!\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"You have a family crest? Quite interesting, but I guess it'd be natural if you lived originated from Silnaria. I have the things you requested, so I suppose we could go back home and go over everything we've achieved now.\"\n\n*Theron stood up from sitting on the barrel, dragging it along as he begun walking back to the Syele Farm. It was a slightly longer walk to do dragging along a good amount of extra weight, plus the barrel, but they'd make it there in good health. He'd then carefully take the things out of the barrel and laid it all out on the table.*\n\n*A finely tuned halberd, mass produced but in great quality if she cared to look it over. Steel short-sword at it's side, likely to compensate for lack of utility when people got too close and personal. Two belts and hitches for each item, finely armed to a gambeson crafted of finely stacked and stuffed linen.*\n\n\"I hope you are satisfied with what I've picked out. You didn't have much in the ways of wants, so I picked out things I would have gone with, if I were taller.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Hmmm... I see. You seem... To be having difficulty. Would you like me to carry it? I'm pretty strong for... Someone of my stature!\"\n\n*Honestly she was confused where he got the idea she was born in Silnaria. She was just trained there. Though, she did understand the family crest part!* \n\n\"But... You do realise... I still have a Halberd right? Mine is still functional and works...\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I always keep spares of my weapons, just in case situations like what happened to you occur. I have broken two swords within my life time and having another weapon to fall back on has saved my career... But of course, I could always sell it if you insist.\"\n\n*`Theron pout.Exe`, as he sat there and started putting the halberd back in the barrel. He had seemed rather happy with himself when remembering that Ein liked these types of polearms, as well... A shame.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"I appreciate how careful you are! Just... Didn't know if you knew I had the halberd... I don't have the best of memory... Anyways, where is the nearest spot I can cook up a meal and... Prepare for supper! You must be hungry, having slept for the whole day\"\n\n*She too emptied her loot onto the table... A bag of flour, some meat... Specifically one of the Cow kind, and cheese! Though it was not aged and... Probably cheap cheese. It was still good and yummy cheese* \n\n\"Plus, didn't I promise you I'd prepare a meal for you every day for free?\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Yes, you did say you'd do that. Thank you. As well, did you choose a bed yet? Where should I take your equipment?\"\n\n*Theron stood back up, still holding the halberd as he once again looked over everything that was purchased. It was a good day, he guessed, since they could get all this and Ein didn't complain about favors. He was quite satisfied with everything...*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"I'll sleep near the furnace. Very nice and cosy, plus, I like my Belted Plaid crisp and warm... It's kinda like home where we sleep by the fire and tell legends!\"\n\n*She let her BP hang down, looking more like a dress at this point. It was quite pretty... An interesting choice of colours too!* \n\n\"I suppose you can leave it near a wall or... Just the furnace since I'll be staying there for a while. At least, until I fix my financial situation and am able to pay for my own rent\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron sighed... What she found so satisfying about his room and the small fireplace within it, he couldn't really quite figure out. He guessed that this was an excuse so that she didn't have to pay rent, since she could just be recognized as a guest, but he still hadn't spoken to Syele about it. For whatever reason, Syele had been out for quite some time... The quest must be a hard one from the time being spent on it.*\n\n\"If that's what you want... I guess it's fine. Just do your best to not damage the property. Syele can be rather fickle in things involving silver, and then we could both be without a permanent residence for some time.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"I'll be safe! I'll be... In the Forest nearby and... Cook up something... I'll be back in a bit. If anything attacks, I have a dagger so I should he safe!\"\n\n*What is she making? How is she making it? Is she... Going to use a rock and cook it on that? She's probably going to use a rock honestly... At least she doesn't need to pay for salt?* \n\n\"I'll be off now!\"\n\n*And out the door she goes... To make something for her beloved, not-so-beloved Theron*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron minded his own business after getting slightly worried... How do you hunt animals with just a dagger? At least he didn't worry about her confidence still being deeply shaken by the loss she suffered. He then began the process of taking the items from the kitchen table and placing them in his room, putting them in a nice row along the wall.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*Why would you need to hunt if you already bought things for food? She didn't take too long... Though she had to start a fire... And wack rocks together to make a cooking top... But she didn't take too long!\n\nBefore you know it, well... Maybe an hour, she was back... With some kind of strange bread thing. It was bread... But it had meat and CHEESE inside of it... How strange*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron had been spending some time alone, going over his equipment... Of course, before he had found her previous halberd and was* ```displeased``` *With what he saw. As she entered the room, Theron would be sharpening it with the whetstone.*\n\n\"Your edge wasn't as clean as I expected it to be, so I wanted to go over it finely. I hope that this is fine with you, of course...\" *Then he realized she had brought out the food* \"... Thank you for the meal. You don't have to be cooking for me, you know, as I could just craft some food for myself.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "* She sighed, setting down the cloth of food*\n\n\"Again, a promise is a promise. Plus, you've done so much for me already. If it had been another man, I fear I'd have lost more than my dignity as a warrior to pay them back...\"\n\n*She went a bit TOO grim there. Wonder what happend. Anyways, back to our original show*\n\n\"It's the least I could do. So eat up. I made sure it was fully cooked, though meat from the cow can be less cooked... And cheese is always good... Be careful though, it's hot\" \n\n*She looked down to her feet, holding the excess fabric from her Belted Plaid, turning a bit red. Maybe she hasn't done this before for another person*\n\n\"I... Just wanted to say thank you... For everything. I felt like we have bonded well over the last few days we were together as friends\" \n\n*Her hair obscured most of her face, but she was quite obviously red from the embarrassment of... Thanking a person? Is she secretly a shy person?*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "`yeah I had to go do math with child brother person`\n\n`minutes to hours to weeks`\n\n*Well, she was right to some regard... That could have played out a lot differently, especially do to slavery being legal in the area. It gave him a bit of a heart ache to imagine that, so he quickly turned his focus to the food, setting down the halberd and whetstone. Might as well enjoy the food and help her cheer up.*\n\n\"Well, you would be right on that. I do enjoy our time together, so let's try to not have something like that happen again... It would pain me after learning about how good of a person you are.\"\n\n*He smiled to himself, remembering from his mother that smiles can be a considered a medicine for the heart. He would then take a bite out of the perogies(single), expecting it to taste not too bad. The spicy bread was okay, it just happened to burn his mouth for about five minutes.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*She sat herself down, eating... The hard tack in her bag. Better to not let these go to waste eh? Crunch crunch crunch... She did have some extra cheese, using that to... Apply taste to a very bland biscuit* \n\n\"Very much so. I'm assuming we'll be... Questing together as you said over a week ago?\" \n\n*Crunch Crunch Crunch*\n\n\"With you by my side, I don't think anything can stop us!\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"You give me too much praise. I can't do as much as other people, but I'd like to hope that you're right... And yes, I will be doing my best to accompany you throughout your quests. I'd hope that I don't hinder you on our outings together.\"\n\n*Theron happily munched away, being somewhat flattered by Ein's exclamation. It felt good to be acknowledged by someone you actually liked. Today was a good day, to be sure. He will be going over his gear before the next quest with extra vigor... To not disappoint such expectations.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"It's how I work. I'll be sure to check over my equipment with extra scrutiny to make sure I can hold my part of the deal to the level demanded by myself!\"\n\n*She said, feeling extra energised by someone who she actually likes basically saying yes to their long partnersheep as a Adventurer pair!\n\nShe's definitely inspecting every bit of equipment she has and... Is going fix even the smallest of burs*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I will also do the same... But you should save the tack for later. They rarely expire, so eat some of this with me. You've cooked it, so you earned at least a few pieces.\"\n\n*Theron finished one extra nibble, then tried to hand her about a quarter of the perogie that was left... Slapping his hand down atop the bed, as he wanted her to go ahead and sit next to him.*\n\n\"Come along now..\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*She sighed. Is this the next step that her neighbours keep talking about? Something about... Praying to god or something? She isn't religious. \n\nBut she does sit down next to him, happily chewing on her share of perogie...\nObvious look of ecstasy and foodgasm!*\n\n\"Cheese is so good! I remember having cheese when I was but 10 years old! I remember it vividly\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "`my body acted before my mind registered... I type k too much`\n\n\"In any case, you should try on the armor and test the weapons. We'll need to make sure the armor fits well enough to not induce problems, as well as the weapons have a good center of balance.\"\n\n*Theron shed a small smile as she watched Ein go and enjoy the food. It did taste good, he wouldn't lie to himself, but it felt wholesome to watch her obsess over it.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"You know, the only real way to find out if something works well in combat is to try it out in a duel! I request a duel! Though not to death and of course we have to cover our weapons with something that won't kill you\"\n\n*Chew chew chew chew. She was really chewing that perogie. She gotta squeeze all those yummy juices out of that cheese and cow meat*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I suppose we could try that... But I'm not sure if we have strong enough material lying around for that sort of practice. If you have any idea of what to use, though, I'll assist you with it.\"\n\n*Theron prepared to get up, placing his hands to his side and waiting for Ein to speak up. It would be beneficial for them to do so, definitely, since they could get a sense of each other's ability... And weaknesses.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Well you see, all we need is some... Cloth or leather to wrap around the blade! Simple as that... I still have the shirt that kinda went Kaputt. We could always cut it up to do what we need, plus, doubt I'll be wearing that again\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Alrighty then. I'll get some wraps of linen from the pens Syele has in the field, so we can wrap our weapons and begin. I'll wear my aketon and you wear your gambeson... We could still possibly hit each other too hard.\"\n\n*Theron then went and did as he said he would... Getting the wraps and using them to cover his short-sword and dagger. He'd hand what was left to EinEin while putting on his aketon. Theron would then begin to wait out at the yard, prepared for his mock duel.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*EinEin put on her gambeson and cuirass, taking off her plaid for a moment to readjust it. No flashes for Theron.\n\nShe also slipped her dagger and targe onto the belt area. She looks pretty cool. Only thing missing is her Basket hilt Broadsword! But no worries, she covered her halberd in the wrapping and the such... And put her cool hat on! Looks like a Balmoral honestly.\n\nShe herself excited to the yard, ready for a fight. Pike is down and ready*\n\n\"Ready whenever you are, Thero!\" \n\n*Yes she just called him Thero*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I've been ready. Go ahead... And you forgot the n.\"\n\n*Theron just stood there... ~~menacingly~~ waiting for Ein to go ahead and act. She had the advantage so far, with the reach of the polearm. He might as well see how she used it...*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*Ah yes, she immediately started to position on a high guard. Best for honestly. Whilst doing that of course, she'd circle him like... A hunting animal.\n\nWhat was she planning? Well, she wasn't planning to kill him, that was for sure. \n\nThen she STRUCK! Ha SIKE, it wasn't a strike, but a feign! She is trying to get him to flinch. What a sly girl.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron had quickly dug his foot into the ground behind him, lowering himself into a kneel as he prepared to go full force towards Ein. Most people who had ranged advantage wanted to keep that advantage, especially when the lethal part of your weapon is five feet away from you.*\n\n*He didn't quite expect the feint, but it didn't stop him or hinder him from quickly launching himself toward her right flank. He didn't really know if Ein was left handed, as he didn't know her fighting style, but if she wasn't she should have a hard time swinging the halberd at him once he got close enough.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*That's where her foot work comes in. Using her own skills, she did a sort of stretch, extending her left leg to dodge the attack, using her own momentum to attempt a smack with her halberd's axe head. Of course it was safe, being covered and all.\n\nIt's all in the footwork young padawan!*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Seeing that she quickly turned and went for a wide swing, Theron did his best to turn toward the halberd... His leather boots scraping against the soil as he used his sword to clash against the wooden shaft of the weapon. Depending on his strength to not fail him, he'd slide his sword up along the shaft and try to catch it underneath the blade... Wanting to ~~yeet~~swing the halberd out of Ein's hands.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*Not wanting to lose her balance, she lets go of the halberd, taking out... Her targe and her rondel, taking distance yet again. Now this time Theron had the distance advantage!*\n\n\"Ouch that was the second time my Halberd was launched out of my hand. Now you'll learn to fear my oversized NAIL and wooden DINNER PLATE... Until I get a new sword!\" \n\n*She takes up a reverse grip on her rondel, covering her head with the Targe. She doesn't cover her view of Theron though!*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I guess you can put it like that... I have a spare sword if you want it. Two, actually. You will most definitely take one of mine after this duel.\"\n\n*Theron prepared himself, spinning the short-sword in his hand all fancy-like while slowly closing in on EinEin. He's never quite seen her use those two weapons, but it seemed he was correct on her being right-handed.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*Or was she right handed? She... Did the impossible... SHE SWITCHED HER HANDS! She is now holding her shield in her right hand and her Dagger in the left... \n\nHer entire posture changed to something extremely low... And honestly a bit strange. What was she planning go do with the dagger so low and the shield so high?* \n\n\"I'm most definitely taking one of your swords...\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Well... Theron didn't really have any wisdom on what she was doing like that. He had barely any experience with shields, rather just dual wielding with his dagger and short-sword if he needed to.*\n\n*Experience or not, however, he couldn't win against a shield if he played defensively... So he knelt down just like before and begun dashing at her with his short-sword at his side. The weapon was ready to be thrust forward at her.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*Having him charge in towards her so eagerly gave her a chance to do her signature move. Holding the rondel, she slid the sword upwards, locking it to the side as she uses the shield to push him down with his own momentum...\n\nIf such movement didn't work, he'd have been... Almost redirected, but has a chance to hit her with his own dagger*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "`that's actually pretty neato`\n\n*Theron didn't quite expect the fluid maneuver, his instincts kicking him as he let go of the sword and thrust his forearms down to take the brunt of the impact with the ground. Once hitting the ground, he tucked himself into a ball and rolled forward... Back to his feet.*\n\n*Theron exhaled heavily. He didn't really know that could happen... To be sure. His sword was on the ground a foot or three next to ein, and he had only his dagger now. He was lucky his nose wasn't broken right now... His arms feeling some pain, but mostly okay due to his Aketon's shock absorption.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*She stood up, patting herself off, extending her hand towards him*\n\n\"If this was a real fight, you'd be dead. Once the enemy is under you, you've won. That was a pretty good fight... Might teach you some of my Techniques though... You're like an unpolished diamond with beautiful pote- sorry I talk too much\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Hm? No, no. Please, keep going, my wonderful jeweler.\"\n\n*You could basically sum up Theron's face being like as he heard Ein talk about him... Pulling himself to his feet with her extended hand. He'd hold onto it, however, while doing his best to draw it to his own chest.*\n\n\"My heart is aflutter at your praise~.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Ah yes, praise is good. But what isn't praise worthy is how you disregard keeping your guard... You fly at me like I fly at a warm spot to sleep...\" \n\n*Stare*\n\n\"You need to be more careful. I'm not the best fighter out there. You need more training! Otherwise you'll die out there\"\n\n*She obviously didn't like that prospect. She physically twitched at the part about dying, but it was the truth. It's a kill or be killed world out there*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron sighed. He guesses that she was much more serious when it came to training scenarios... But she was right in a way. He did do a risky maneuver that he would usually never try, and if it wasn't on EinEin, he could have likely died in that situation.*\n\n\"Well, you are right in that way... Then I will leave my life in your capable hands, when you teach your strong defense to me. Death will have to wait while you provide for me, you could say.\"\n\n*He smiled... Holding her hand a bit tighter. He hadn't any gauntlets on so the skin to skin touch was quite warm, especially considering the snowy environment of the outside.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*Speaking of snowy environments. It seems like her kilt was an effective garment at keeping her warm and keeping her mobile.\n\nShe pulled him up closer to herself so she didn't have to extend her arm for too long* \n\n\"But first, you should get a shield... You can do things like this!\"\n\n*She said, grabbing his sword from the ground, holding her shield and dagger in one hand and the sword in the other*\n\n\"Depending on the shield, you can have a nasty combination. Think about it. On top of punching someone in the face with a giant wooden plate, you can also stab them and slice them!\" \n\n*She handed the blade back to Theron... Well rather, she puts the sword back into his sheath if he had one... If not, she just handed it back*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron was okay with her just sheathing his sword for him. Her idea with the sword and dagger in one hand was also feasible... If the dagger's handle was thin enough, it'd be effective enough.*\n\n\"Well alright then. You've won this time... But there will always be a next. I will make sure of it, so you can teach me more of those techniques. I'll be going inside now, you should come too-... But uh, first, I'll collect your halberd.\"\n\n*And off he went, walking about ten feet, picking up the halberd he had swung out of her grip earlier. He'd then waddle his way back indoors... To undress from his Aketon and spend some time relaxing. Theron also thought to himself that they could start a quest tomorrow, since she seemed to still be very capable.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*EinEin returned inside, taking off her cuirass and... Gamberson as well! She is now just dressed in her hemp top and... Belted plaid. But what else is there to say? She's also wearing and strange black hose (stockings) and purple flashes.*\n\n\"Honestly, I feel like wearing this helps me fight better. I don't know... Is it the air flow? Or is it the fact I can move really easily in it?\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Well, whatever works, works. Most people can't explain why, so it's best to not question it too hard... Maybe it's just good for you?\"\n\n*Theron had slid out of his Aketon, back into the regular cloth shirt and pants he usually had under his armor. He still had some time to spend, and his weapons were covered with some linen so they shouldn't have sustained any damage... So he begun digging through the box at the edge of his bed.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"If my ancestors apparently did it, I guess I'll do it to!\"\n\n*She said, sitting herself down next to his bed, covering herself in a the excess of material like many would cover themselves with a BLANKIE in a COLD nicht. Interesting, but she likes it. Also, it's pretty crisp since she's near a fire!*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"You could stay warm in the main room or the bedroom across the hall, you do know... Or are you still admiring my unpolished beauty?\"\n\n*Theron had pulled out a ball of cloth, two fine needles, and what appeared to be a foot of finely knit fabric. Once it was all laid out before him on his bed, he looked back at Ein, waiting for their response...*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Well no. I'm more curious about what's in the box... What's in it? Is it some cool thing I've never seen before? Or is it food?\" \n\n*She's quite interested in the box for some odd reason. Oh well, I suppose there is no harm with letting her entertain herself*\n\n\"Plus, being alone is boring and dangerous! It's much safer and cosier if I had a friend to share a room with!\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Basic necessities I've gathered over the three years I was out of Salvainian territory... Some of it trivial, but special to me for whatever reason.\"\n\n*Theron carefull picked up the needles, sat down comfortably on the bed, as he then begun to slowly and precisely knit the cloth into the long piece of fabric. Along most of the stretch of fabric was a deep orange color... The end piece that was already done, stretched out about half a foot in white.*\n\n*It was rather basic work, but for whatever reason Theron took his sweet ol' time with it...*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Ah... So you're a collector! Interesting. Now if you don't mind me, I'll be watching... Whatever you're doing. Quite interesting, as my hands are only made for fighting and working with wood!*\n\n*She said, pulling her excess cloth closer to her... It looked quite warm and cozy. Is Theron sure he doesn't want one? They last forever and are multi-purpose*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "`go ahed. Just knock and come up with a reason for knowing where Ein lives`"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Oshikuru had seen the trail of the odd mixture of bread crumbs, metal bits and blood. He continued to run, following the path until he arrived at a building, which where the path stopped nearby. He knocks on the door*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron continued to methodically stitch... Not surprised by the knocking as he could just barely make out someone treading in the snow outside at a quick pace. He didn't want to quite stop his activity and risk messing up his overcast stitch... So he looked to Ein*\n\n\"Someone's run up to the door, so could you open it? It might be Syele, so you could explain to her about the current predicament you're in... She might be willing to understand.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Understood understood\"\n\n*She said, standing up to go answer the door... She put her brooch back on to hold the excess fabric up so it doesn't look like Theron was in the middle of doing something strange...\n\nShe opened the door and... Boom! An OshiOshi standing in front of her? She pivoted back, unsure as to who this was, but then remembered... Ah yes, the weeb armour!* \n\n\"Huh? You! What? How did you find out- why are you here?\""
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"Well, you did leave a pretty obvious trail of blood and metal. I came for four reasons. One, to apologize to you for hitting you really hard on the head. Two..\" *He would hand her the bag of gold* \"You deserve pay two. Everyone needs to live. Third..\" *He would give her the bag with a wet, red bottom* \"The boss said to give this to you. Last reason is I need a place to stay and recover from some injuries. I got hit pretty bad. My head got hit too\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*She put her hand on her head as if irritated*\n\n\"Well the Lord of this Land isn't here... I don't think we can just... Put people here willey nilley... If you want, we can lead you to the nearest inn? Or maybe a cave\"\n\n*She didn't know what to do about this honestly*"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"Then what are you doing here? Wait.. Is there someone in there?\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron, knitting calmly in the room about ten feet from the door, speaks up...*\n\n\"I have several questions, but I believe that could lead to some rather poor outcomes. You seem like a person with decency, so I'll ignore what's been happening out there.\"\n\n*With advanced listening he could quite clearly hear their conversation, even through the ajar door.*"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"Ignore what was happening? What does that mean?\" *He looks at the bloody package.* \"Oh\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*He really needs to find a place to stay. His armor had been sticking to him ever since he got struck by lightning from the mages. As for food, he wasn't necessarily hungry. He needed to get this armor off though*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*She sighed to herself, giving the universal signal of \"Don't be telling him anything,\" Then calls out to Theron*\n\n\"Do you think we have the ability to hide one person here for a while? They're quite hammered from the fight\"\n\n*She then points at the... Red sack with a large amount of confusion*\n\n\"What's in there? A deformed water fruit?\""
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"I haven't peeked in there, but I honestly wouldn't. I'm pretty sure it's a head\"\n\n\"I can toss it if you want\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"What have I gotten myself into... Getting a gift of gold is one thing but... A head? That's just morbid. Even the brotherhood would look down on this...\"\n\n*But anyways, she reaches out her hands for... The \"Gifts.\" I hope it isn't actually a head so Ein doesn't have to explain too much*"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"Again, not from me\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron just listened to them go at it for a bit... He should really have Ein dispose of that bloody bag. There were several problems with that, but Syele freaking out about guards coming to investigate her farm would probably be the biggest one.*\n\n\"Ein, could you get rid of the suspicious things he gave you... Thank you!\"\n\n*He spoke out from the room, still not moving from his spot. He has gotten about five millimeters into the piece of fabric, he would not stop at it now.*\n\n`well she told him about how she was in a league of assassins... Figured she must have connections like this.`"
},
{
"author": "firewolfwolfwolf",
"message": "```Syele's going to kick someone's ass if there's blood on her nice carpet.```"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"So uhh... My... I don't know... Is he a friend? A partner? An battle buddy? A spouse? I honestly don't know, but he says that... The strange deformed water fruit looking thing should be disposed of...\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "`oshi died for a bit`\n\n`oh that why he g0ne?`"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"I'll dispose of it then\" *He looks inside* \"Yep, it's a head. There's also a note for you\" *He hands the note to EinEin and runs off to dispose of the head*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*She holds the note, reading it to herself... Wonder what this note contains? The magic of under the dungeons of Castle Sudor? OR PERHAPS? A BANANA! Bananas without seeds tend to be very expensive when Bananas only had seeds*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Your friend can stay here for a day, but don't ruin or bloody ANYTHING. Syele could quite literally kill me if she knew I had brought this much trouble to this place.\"\n\n*Theron continued his fancy little knitting, now having finished a centimeter into the fabric. It was quite relaxing..*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"If you need me... I'll be with my friend, watching him again\"\n\n*And like that, she has went off, back to the room... And staring at his little project*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*By now she could tell that it was some sort of scarf or sash. Why the deep orange and white was in it, wasn't really elaborated on, but it was quite vibrant to say the least. He had about a foot done, and Theron knew he would have to at least get one more foot knitted out so it could be finished.*\n\n\"So, you're back?... Care to elaborate on what was going on?\"\n\n*He sighed, not looking away from his careful movements... But she could feel at least a shred of his focus was on her.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Let's just say working in the underworld has come to bite me back...\"\n\n*She definitely felt nervous. What if he suddenly disliked her because of her job? Oh no... That was definitely a possibility. She needs to prevent that... But how?*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Was that a friend from your league? You two seemed to be on good enough terms... But that also doesn't explain why he brought a person's head to our doorstep.\"\n\n*Theron did sound rather displeased about the event... The person she worked with nearly killed her, their boss was some kind of criminal overlord due to the act of delivering heads... And not to even mention the abandonment for whatever reason.*\n\n*Theron had nearly messed up his knitting while thinking about all of that! Ein could clearly see a flash of worry mixed with disappointment wash over his face for a moment, and then, he exhaled deeply... He didn't mess up the stitch. Close one.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Let's just say co-worker. Didn't come from the Brotherhood. Probably a different organisation. Yeah... I was pretty disturbed about the... Head part. The gold was one thing but the... Head was a bit excessive\"\n\n*She gave him a reassuring back rub as she... Sat down next to him. She reckons back rubs help alleviate stress and anxiety.*\n\n\"Plus, I'm used to this business! I've been in it... For 9 years? Maybe 10\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"That's much longer than I thought... You don't seem that old. Had you been taken in at a young age?\"\n\n*Theron finished another overcast stitch before staring at Ein's facial features... The ten years of working as an assassin was a bit hard to believe unless his guess was right. She was far too pretty and youthful, as far as he knew, to be much older than thirty. He also slightly enjoyed the back rub, although he didn't know why Ein was suddenly doing that to him.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Well... I'm 24. I started in the business officially at 15... It's about to become my 10th year in a few months! I'm not THAT old honestly\" \n\n*She didn't sound nor look like she was lying. But it is quite obvious her focus was more on his project than... The back rubs. The back rubs still feel good! Especially when it's from someone gentle.*"
}
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{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Ah, okay. Good to know.\"\n\n*He continued to stitch away, almost lost in thought as he meticulously stared at the needles do their work... For whatever reason he was rather enveloped by the work he wanted to put into this scarf.*\n\n\"If you don't mind me asking, is your family doing okay? If you were brought into that band of assassins at such a young age, did you family manage to escape with you when you finally left it?\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Well... My brother wad left alone... He owns the farm now with his wife. My mum died when I was young so I was left alone with my father... He kinda disappeared when I was 16.... So I'm sure my brother is fine. He probably has children and a family. My father is probably somewhere digging holes and searching for quote on quote ancient objects. I have a weird family, I wouldn't be surprised if that is turning you away from me\" \n\n*She said, shrugging. She was... Just now fiddling around with her brooch. It looked pretty! It wad a brass brooch with her family emblem. Practically worthless in the market. It also looked ancient! It didn't even look like it was forged, rather it was poured*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "`you can add if you w\n\n\"How could I be turned away by a family I've never known?... But I feel sorry for how you never got to fully know your mother. I wouldn't know how I would be if it wasn't for my family guiding me.\"\n\n*Theron continued to knit, wondering why she was thinking about something that pointless. His scarf would be an extra centimeter done through their conversation... He's still have quite some time till it was finished.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*She nodded with an uhuh. Anyways, now to the main show! She opened... The blood crusted letter to EinEin, which she read for a moment but... Soon after, he could see, or rather sense Ein's heart stop. \n\nShe hastily closed it, trying to hide it from Theron. When she gets nervous... She isn't able to hide things well. This letter was even worse as it slapped her in the face really hard. Yikes... It's her fault for getting Theron caught up into this!*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron was rather worried... Someone receiving a bloodied head in a bag, alongside a note that gave them a immense fear? Ein had been targeted again, or possibly blackmailed to do something extreme.*\n\n\"Speak. What was that.\"\n\n*Theron spoke out uncharacteristically harsh and blunt. He didn't want to think about Ein getting put back into the state he found her in, or worse, so he wouldn't let her get away with what was in the letter.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*Snap! She waved her hands around as if nothing was amis*\n\n\"Nothing nothing! Taxes that's all. I just remembered about taxes. Taxes is hard to pay when you have no money!\"\n\n*Honestly he could literally snatch it from her hands as she was waving it around... Excessively*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron gripped his needles harder, but he did his best to not overreact... He'd put the needles away, alongside the scarf, as he didn't want to damage them.*\n\n*While Ein was busy waving her hands around excessively, he just went in and tightly wrapped his arms around her chest. His hug was rather tight, as he laid his head on her shoulder and suppressed an exhale.*\n\n\"No hiding. Speak. I do not want to see you broken again, or worse... Especially not worse.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*She took a few moments to process what was happening... And another few long moments to collect herself before pushing herself away from him... \n\nShe handed him the letter, burying her face into her hands as he reads it... She was definitely in a lot of trouble... And she felt like it was really her fault*\n\n\"It's my fault all of this happened. If I just died there, none of this would have happened\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron read through the letter... Calmly listening to the words in his head. This was quite the problem, indeed. All three of them were being threatened, and this criminal mastermind likely had the resources and manpower to see through that these things were done without traces. Ein had gotten herself into a extreme situation, that was sure.*\n\n\"... Dying is never a good solution. Calm down and think this through, Ein. You're panicking when you still have time.\"\n\n*Theron gently rubbed the top of her head. He liked when this was done to him... And she was seemingly on the verge of tears, so he hoped this would have the same effect.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"But what am I supposed to do? They know about the Brotherhood and you all. What makes me believe that there isn't someone outside right now ready to take a shot on us... It's not safe anymore. This is why staying in one spot is never safe. They know where we are\" \n\n*She definitely was on the verge of tears. She was actually about to cry. But she was holding it in and dealing with it with her Big Dick energy... She doesn't have a peen though...* \n\n\"And what time do we have? It's probably a massive organisation that knows our every move\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*She was quite right, and Theron couldn't really think of a way to fight that.This organization had great knowledge that stretched to other ones that were countries away... So they were quite literally the easiest targets for them to take care of. Even reporting this to the authorities could prove lethal.*\n\n\"... The time we have is the next job that they call you for. My life is on the line, so I will assist you in paying off this debt. At such a great disadvantage we can't act against them without knowing how to... Although I'm not even sure if we could act against them... So it is best to just do as they ask.\"\n\n*Theron felt rather disgusted with himself... He'd have to be doing the dirty work of some criminal freak because of this... But he couldn't blame Ein. All she'd ever known was this kind of work. It was a inevitability.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*She dug out the map from her bag... The same map Morwë helped her fill out.* \n\n\"I feel like... We should just run away to the mountains... It's horrible terrain there... It's safe. But... I feel like my brother would be in danger if we just run away. I hate this so much.\" \n\n*She just continued to burry her face into her hands as she just mumbles to herself about something that has to do with honour and pride?*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron was thinking through the possible outcomes... As of right now, it was best to just do as they say and go unpunished. This would also mean however, that they would have no control over who would be their target. A lot of good people would suffer, just for the reason that they inconvenienced these people behind their masks... There was just too much to consider in this moment.*\n\n`I'm attempting to do big brain`\n\n\"... There is no guarantee that they won't spare Syele, as her name was mentioned in the letter. She must be warned about the assassins or possible defamation to her name that can come through the market.\"\n\n*Theron breathed out heavily... He didn't know how that would end up, but Syele had a clear head and knew how to think things out, so she could survive if she was warned.*\n\n\"As for accepting the letter... I know previously I had said I would, but... These men would stop at nothing to punish anyone in their way. I can't go against everything my parents told me when I was younger, even if this decision will likely kill me. I need you to help me think this through.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"I want to reject it so bad... I promised myself that I wouldn't meddle with the affairs of the underworld. Plus... Who knows how long they intend on using us as free labour... But... They'll kill so many innocent people if we reject it. \n\nBut rejecting it is the only good choice we have if we want to live...\" \n\n*Her head hurts so much*\n\n\"And what makes you believe that accepting a letter isn't just a trap... They could just lead us to our untimely death\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron sighed, leaning against the wall now... As his bed was in the corner of the room. He basically stared off into the distance while thinking about all the things they'd have to be doing.*\n\n\"The letter has effectively acted as a warning. They want us to die either way... There's still a chance for either way we go, but I won't be satisfied with the life I live if I have to potentially kill the innocent for the rest of my life. They know where I live, and they have the resources to send people to me... Let them come. I won't know if the day could kill me or not anyway, so why fear it?\"\n\n*He nodded to seemingly himself, resigned to do what he thought was right.*\n\n\"It'd be stupid of us to stay here, however. We'd need to travel the countryside... Just as you said before. I believe if we avoid them enough, they would stop spending resources on us. Why continually waste manpower and money on a simple information leak?\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"I agree with that statement... But that means we'll have to live the same lifestyle I had live for over 4 years. You sure you can handle that? \n\nThat also means we'll have to learn our own skills and trades to... Prevent any bribed store owners leaking information of our whereabouts to... This horrible organisation.\"\n\n*She said, leaning her head on his shoulder before... Twitching off. Oops a bit of being too loose around him. Can't be having that. It's too early* \n\n\"And I doubt these people... Will just send people after us randomly... They're smart... Like all criminal organisations\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron thought about it. He had been a drifter for approximately two years of his career so far... But he had never lived in a way where people actively hunted him down. Hopefully Ein could handle this with her experience, as he had seemingly a luxury that he never knew about till now.*\n\n\"Whatever they send is what we'll have to deal with. There is no point in stressing over the finer details and being panicked when the time comes. I'll have to entrust most of this effort to you, but I will be sure to give you my full assistance.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"But what about Ms Syele? We don't know how long she'll be away for... And for how ever long that is, we shouldn't remain here. They already know where we are... Maybe we can stay the night... Or maybe we should just run when we can\" \n\n*She uncomfortable shifts her shirt, as if the hemp strands were making her anxiety worse. She didn't look good. It's as if she was told that a loved one has just died, rather in this case, a loved one had a high chance of dying*\n\n\"I feel like we should just pack up and leave... Maybe leave a letter for Ms Syele in a place she'd check... I don't know much about her so I trust that on you\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"They've only just sent the letter. For all we know your acquaintance should've been the one to fight us then and there... But I believe they'll be waiting for us to accept the next assignment they put out. If you feel that we should get moving now, however, I'll follow your lead. We have to take only what we can carry... We don't have the luxury of extra items for the time being.\"\n\n*Theron sighed, slowly itching the side of his head. Syele was in as much trouble as they were... But was possibly just as cunning as the men in thorns. He could picture her knowing exactly what was needed to be done, but didn't know whether it'd be with them or not.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"These people are worse than the Cloaks. Even we, the Society of Ashen Cloaks, look down upon threats and decapitated heads\"\n\n*Note how she said Society of Ashen Cloaks. Interesting word choice. And yes, she sees this as a barbaric show of crude force* \n\n\"What makes you believe the man here among us isn't just bidding their time until we are the most vulnerable? I say... We leave as soon as possible... Maybe when night breaks. \n\nBring clothing, food, extra weapons, and wear the armour you have. It's better to sleep in discomfort than know you won't be prepared for a surprise strike\"\n\n*She said, having obvious experience with this kind of thing. Maybe she has done this before?* \n\n\"I could also just be paranoid... It could be an empty threat... They could be playing mind games with us\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Alright. We'll place a note for Syele for when she returns from her quest, and leave to a tavern further out of the city bounds. It would be best for us to get a head start against them.\"\n\n*Theron nodded to himself. He couldn't think too clearly because ~~Anon's tired~~there was too much to consider... But the least they could do was try and warn Syele, before they left.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*Like that, Ms Eínillainis started to change into her... Gear. The Gambeson, Cuirass, hat, great kilt, and back pack full of her belongings. On top of this, she also borrowed one if Theron's extra swords, slipping it into one of her sword sheaths, which was near her dagger and her targe. This was going to be strange. She has never used a traditional arming sword before...\n\nBut she did look prepared. But unlike the normal Ein, she looks grim and dark. A stark contrast from the fun and bubbly EinEin that Theron might have known for most of the time* \n\n\"I'm ready to leave when you are... Let's hope we survive for long enough... And who knows... Maybe we might even end up in some far away land\" \n\n*She said, forcing a smile. It didn't really show. That was quite a sad smile. But there was something that changed about her. The lute she carries around everywhere... She didn't put it into her bag, instead, it was laying on Theron's bed, face down. Like he said, no extra baggage!*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "`tbh I sleep now. So yeah.`"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Oshikuru has finally gotten back from disposing of the head. Jogging back, for some reason, he had a rabbit leg in his right hand and was eating it as he went. He knocked on the door.*"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"Hi, I'm back! Could I stay for a bit? I can pay.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"I'm not sure. We're about... To travel you see?\"\n\n*She said, making it look... As if they were just simply travelling!*\n\n\"You should wait for the... Land lord. They'll know if you can stay\""
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"Eh...\" *He looks at the sky in though* \"I'll just find some place else. Don't want the landlord to arrive and question why some Oni with armor and a sword is waiting in front of their property. See ya!\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*He then starts to jog off*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Teíridh...\" (Bye, but only used to males she doesn't know well) \n\n*Back to preparing! She doesn't... Have much to say!*"
}
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{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I'll get to writing the letter, then you can go and get some of the food and drink we'll need. We wouldn't want to use inns or taverns often, but I'd trust your decision on if we need to avoid them at all costs.\"\n\n*Theron walked about the room, pacing back and forth. It'd be best to leave most if not all of this behind for now... He will write the letter warning Syele, then get his armor and necessities on once it was written and placed in a obvious spot.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"I feel like it would be best... To not stay at an Inn or Tavern for over a day. And it's better to not drink alcohol... \n\nWe can still use shops and towns, but it's better to hunt as that is cheaper and... Is what is possible in the forest you see? We can also take quests. Quests are still fine. It's just staying in one spot for more than a day or two that's dangerous.\"\n\n*She said, placing her hands on her hip with a slight... Well... Slant* \n\n\"Should we visit our old friend, Val? He may be able to help us. He is, of course, a blacksmith\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"If you feel he could somewhat help, then we might as well go and see if he can. It'll be quite awhile till all of this hopefully blows over. Hopefully...\"\n\n*Theron sighed to himself, then quickly walked his way into the living room. He'd go through till finding a small bit of parchment... Using a feather and ink well to go quickly at it. He knew how to write, from his mother, and assumed Syele could read easily with all the documents and records a merchant had to deal with.*\n\n\"... Done. Do you know where Val would stay around here, by any chance? I never heard of him being in Salvainia.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*She thought to herself, then her mind clicked!* \n\n\"They haven't mentioned Val so... Maybe it's safer in the Tupla Region! There's a bunch of forests and stuff so... Maybe it ought to be safer than a more populated region?\" \n\n*She said with a... Proud smirk. Happy Ein is coming back? Hopefully. Scary Ein isn't happy and friendly.\n\nShe slipped on her cloak, hooking on her Lute, and tying her hair into a neat bun for... The ease of moving*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron was a little pleased that she decided to hold onto the lute.. Since it looked like she was going to abandon it. Although their lives were in danger, living in fear can make people's actions predictable. Which reminded him, and Theron would quickly return to his room... Rummaging and quickly grabbing something from the small box. Whatever it was, was probably important.*\n\n\"Alright, we'll set off for Tupla once we've achieved what we can here. I am unsure if we could escape their grip from countries bordering Salvainia, but they should have trouble mobilizing immediately.\""
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"They ARE a Criminal Organization. I doubt they have much hold over many people. Of course bribery exists... But I doubt the military can do much if they want to keep their face with the people... Would be a shame if there was a revolution\"\n\n*She said, picking up her halberd, before stopping for a moment and... Just standing there. As if expecting something. But she just shook her head and stepped out the door, waiting for Theron*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron quickly followed along, acting as an escort for Ein on their mission to evade the Thorns that would now be hunting them down. This would be quite the expedition, and although he didn't choose to be hunted, he was going to do his best to not end up five feet under the ground...*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*Meanwhile, Ein just saw this as scary. A friend is in danger... She can't sleep in warm comfy rooms anymore... And worst of all... SHE CAN'T DRINK ALCOHOL. \n\nBut of course, as all things go, she started walking towards the city... And the docks... To leave this place and... Head home! To the Tupla Region*"
},
{
"author": "Generic NPC",
"message": "*As the two made there way down the street. A man catches sight of them, and directs his way in their direction. He looked around, eyeing the passing faces walking by the street.*\n\n\"Are you Theron and Eínillainis?\" *The man asks them in nervous voice.*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*She put her hand on her sword, as if resting it there. She kept her lax look, though she can only look so lax with the... Light dark spots under her eyes. Probably a lack of sleep. Strange, she seemed to be sleeping like a child near the furnace.* \n\n\"Who's asking? You don't sound like a part of the guard\"\n\n*She said, asking as if it was a calm inquiry... Totally not like a question a paranoid person would ask*"
},
{
"author": "Generic NPC",
"message": "*Jumping back a bit, slightly startled by the girls sudden hostility. He waved his arms non-threateningly, gesturing to the both of them he means no harm. He turns to look both sides, making sure no one saw what just happened.*\n\n\"A friend of yours has sent me to collect you,\" *He hissed at them.* \"Now I can assure you this friend would like for me to bring you to him... So please– stand your guard... Not while their are eyes that see us.\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron looked at the man suspiciously now. This could be some sort of ambush... But then again, why would they make it this obvious? All in all, it was hard to believe this was some sort of genuine action from an ally. He didn't know anyone that would do an action like this, so Theron relied on Ein to know if they should follow along or not... Maybe she still had a friend in that Ashen Cloaks business?*"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "\"Who's requesting? Just so happens that there is a nasty slave trade going on. Who knows... Maybe you're just waiting to take us to sell?\"\n\n*She said, slightly drawing the sword Theron gave her. It wasn't all the way, but it was enough to show the shine of the sharp edge. Of course, she also put her hand out, as if blocking Theron from the person.*"
},
{
"author": "Generic NPC",
"message": "*Gesturing her for to put the sword down,* \"This is not the time and place to name names. My business is for me to bring you to him safe and intact. If I were to sell you, it would've been far less obvious then here... Besides... Imperial law dictates that Macens cannot enslave citizens of the empire...\"\n\n*He turns the other direction and gestures for the two to follow him.*\n\n*Gesturing her for to put the sword down,* \"This is not the time and place to name names. My business is for me to bring you to him safe and intact. If I were to sell you, it would've been far less obvious then here... Besides... Imperial law dictates that Macens cannot enslave citizens of the empire...\"\n*He turns the other direction and gestures for the two to follow him.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "~~(my discord is lagging ignore this amateur shit~~"
},
{
"author": "Einillainis Ein Tsudahaeide-Eiramain",
"message": "*She simply looked at Theron for... What she was supposed to do, slightly shuffling the excess fabric on her kilt around. She should have tied it up. She didn't completely draw it... But she hasn't let the sword go. For all she knows, this man could be a messenger from the boss!*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron thought about it for a few moments. If they had offered them to do jobs for them, then the Thorns would at least know how that Ein and him had experience in doing such tasks. Therefore, just walking up to them to lead them into a trap would be unwise... Much more efficient ways of taking them out in this moment just kept coming to mind.*\n\n*So acting on that, Theron followed along... Motioning Ein to do the same. He did not let his guard down however, keeping a firm grip on his blade and keeping close to the little collector. Arrows and the most well known spells in this world didn't have much piercing power, his body would do nicely in a firm hold.*"
},
{
"author": "Generic NPC",
"message": "*The stranger leads the two the*"
}
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{
"author": "marcgeo54",
"message": "Yuki didn't notice the scenery change as she just slept in Lenore's bag"
},
{
"author": "uuncleiroh",
"message": "Lenore was heading for the market. The city was quite large, but the fact that it was evening, the people on the streets were not very many"
},
{
"author": "marcgeo54",
"message": "She eventually felt a ruffling as the small fox shuffled around before sleeping again tail cuddled up in her paws"
},
{
"author": "uuncleiroh",
"message": "Lenore went to one of the clothing stores, looked in the bag and said: \"You need better clothes, or these rags will soon fall apart on you themselves\""
},
{
"author": "marcgeo54",
"message": "\"Mmm..\" Yuki looks up at her from the bag \"Where are we?\""
},
{
"author": "uuncleiroh",
"message": "\"We are in the city of New Salvainia, we came to get rid of these rags and choose you good clothes\""
},
{
"author": "marcgeo54",
"message": "\"New clothes? But I can't afford that I only have a silver\" She had climbed up to rest her paws on the side her head clearly poking out"
},
{
"author": "uuncleiroh",
"message": "\"I said, let's go buy. Choose!\""
},
{
"author": "marcgeo54",
"message": "\"B-but I couldn't possibly make you buy something for me!\""
},
{
"author": "uuncleiroh",
"message": "\"Who says I can't just do it? Stop arguing, go pick out your own clothes\""
},
{
"author": "marcgeo54",
"message": "\"Oh uhm ok\" The fox hops out the bag and looks around the various clothing before picking some woolen ones out by nudging them with her nose"
},
{
"author": "uuncleiroh",
"message": "\"So we take it!'said Lenore, and pointed out to the seller for the goods."
},
{
"author": "marcgeo54",
"message": "\"Uhm Miss I still need special stuff done to my clothes or they can fall off me\"\""
},
{
"author": "uuncleiroh",
"message": "\"You mean to sew it? We can go to the tailor's, or I can do it myself.\""
},
{
"author": "marcgeo54",
"message": "\"No no they have to be enchanted to change with my form or they fall off\""
},
{
"author": "uuncleiroh",
"message": "\"But is it not possible to transfer the enchantment from the old clothes?\"\n\n\"Of course, I can try, but I think it's better to find a specialist in applying enchantment\""
},
{
"author": "marcgeo54",
"message": "\"Mhm much better..\" She nodded hopping back into the bag"
},
{
"author": "uuncleiroh",
"message": "She picked up clothes, put them in a bag, and left the store in search of the enchantment shop\n\nAfter half an hour of searching, Lenore still found a place where she can enchant things. She entered the store and asked the seller to enchant things for preservation after the polymorph\n\nAfter completing the work Lenore paid for the work of the master and handed the items to Yuki"
},
{
"author": "marcgeo54",
"message": "Yuki was still in her fox form \"I can't change here.. They'd see my body\""
},
{
"author": "uuncleiroh",
"message": "\"Of course, we need to find a quiet place... Or leave the city, as you wish?\""
},
{
"author": "marcgeo54",
"message": "\"Uhm you can choose\"\n\nThe little fox hops out the bag and drags the clothing to the room and changes before coming out a while later her ears and tails not visible"
},
{
"author": "uuncleiroh",
"message": "While Yuki is changing, Lenore talks to the merchant, but too quietly to hear what exactly was being said"
},
{
"author": "marcgeo54",
"message": "\"I'm finished Miss\""
},
{
"author": "uuncleiroh",
"message": "\"Well, come out and show yourself! I want to see what you look like in this\""
},
{
"author": "marcgeo54",
"message": "She came out the dressing room to show her clothes the ears and tails she saw before were absent maybe she imagined it in the cold?"
}
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{
"author": "uuncleiroh",
"message": "\"How lovely! You look amazing.\"- Lenore said, taking the package from the seller"
},
{
"author": "marcgeo54",
"message": "\"What was that?\" She asked curiously"
},
{
"author": "uuncleiroh",
"message": "\"This.. Nothing special, you'll find out when the time comes. Where did you want to go now?\""
},
{
"author": "marcgeo54",
"message": "\"Uhm I dunno I'll go wherever you wanna go!\" She gave her a smile"
}
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{
"author": "alex4392",
"message": "```\nNew RP session\n```"
},
{
"author": "Violet Rosemary",
"message": "*A __very__ short girl, wearing a grey and black cloak tries her best to make her way through the crowds of the bustling New Salvanian street. Despite the dense mob of people taking up the street, she weaves between the people with great agility and speed, seeming far __far__ faster than a great majority of people — though visibly slowed down by the crowds. She makes her way towards a shop near the entrance of the city.*"
},
{
"author": "timeforthepercolator",
"message": "*A cloaked figure leans against the entrance of that very store, a black visage hiding every detail, he is fairly tall but not too much taller than the average elf or human, despite the cloak obscuring his body, its very obvious he is small of frame, green eyes glow through a shadow cast by a hood of the cloak, he looks up in silent anticipation, getting off the wall when it seems the small figure is about to enter the store.*"
},
{
"author": "Violet Rosemary",
"message": "*The girl runs at full speed towards the entrance of the shop, heading straight towards the mysterious cloaked figure! She notices the figure, skidding to a halt mere inches before crashing into them.* \"Sorry!\" *She apologizes, before taking a moment to catch her breath.*"
},
{
"author": "timeforthepercolator",
"message": "*The hooded figure unmoving and imposing as he stands up straight, speaks, his voice is deep and full of timber and heart, it sounds like the crackling of a fire place, it would almost feel calming if not coming from such an ominous figure.* \n\n\"**Do you own this baking establishment?**\""
}
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{
"author": "Violet Rosemary",
"message": "*The girl seems intimidated, despite the calming voice coming from them.* \"N-no- I'm just here to pick up flower! My shop's on the other side of town!\" *As she looks up, she holds onto her hood, being careful to not let it slide off.*"
},
{
"author": "timeforthepercolator",
"message": "*The man put a palm to his face, the girl could see a lilac blue hand with dark nails and a few rings emerge from the seeming wall of shadows* \n\n\"**Forgive me, a man told me you were the owner of the bakery, when he mentioned your destination in passing, I would not of thought that he would neglect to mention you were going to a store that was not your own, I must of startled you, may you guide me to your bakery?**\""
},
{
"author": "Violet Rosemary",
"message": "*She nods quickly, quivering a little before the imposing figure.* \n\n\"S-sure thing! I j-just need to um, pick up some flower really fast.\" \n\n*She approaches the storeowner, behind a counter, and he quickly asks:*\n\n\"Ah, Violet, great to see you! Need somethin'?\"\n\n*Violet responds,* \"Y-Yes, Jade sent me to pick up some flower, we're almost out.\"\n\n*The man says,* \"Right away!\" *And heads to the back room, returning with a big, heavy-looking bag of flower. He places it on the counter, and Violet places a pile of coins onto the counter beside it, picking up the bag of flour with great difficulty.* \"Ready to go!\" *Violet, says, seeming to struggle to carry it.*"
},
{
"author": "timeforthepercolator",
"message": "\"**Guide the way small one.**\" \n\n*The larger figure turns and begins to walk away, before turning back*\n\n\"**Do you need aide with that bag small one.**\"\n\n*A blue hand reaches down he doesn't take the bag, a simple offer.*"
},
{
"author": "Violet Rosemary",
"message": "*She looks up, to him, then back down to the bag in her arms.* \n\n\"I... Would you? I'm in a bit of a hurry...\" \n\n*She raises the bag slightly, offering it to him. She was taught not to trust strangers, but she's always been too trusting...*"
},
{
"author": "timeforthepercolator",
"message": "*He takes it gently in his hands, putting a hand under the bag as to be extra careful not to drop it, every movement seemingly considerate.* \n\n\"**Onward, to baked goods we go.**\""
},
{
"author": "Violet Rosemary",
"message": "*She nods once more, waving the shopkeeper goodbye, before running out onto the streets. She leads the way towards the other side of town — to her bakery, being sure to slow down enough for the hooded man to follow.*"
},
{
"author": "timeforthepercolator",
"message": "*The hooded man enters the bakery before them, and stands in the middle, seemingly doing nothing at all, he looks to the left and the right inspecting the area around him.*"
},
{
"author": "Violet Rosemary",
"message": "*The bakery — as expected — smells like bread. It has breads of all sorts on display, with prices beneath them. A kemonomimi woman, with cat ears and a tail stands behind the counter. She calls out to Violet,*\n\n\"About time, what took you so long? You're usually much faster.\"\n\n*She then notices the hooded man holding the bag of four. Violet rushes behind the counter, next to the woman. The woman bluntly asks,*\n\n\"Who's the hooded weirdo?\"\n\n*This seems to make Violet nervous, as she quickly explains,*\n\n\"H-He's some nice man I met over at the store. He offered to carry the flour for me.\""
},
{
"author": "timeforthepercolator",
"message": "*The hooded man stays still for almost 30 seconds before speaking once more, he walks right up to the counter, his almost military cadence and posture makes him seem larger than he actually is, he takes his hand out of his cloak a jingle indicating some kind of metallic object on him* \n\n\"**Finally, I have come this far, I now have what I desire**\" \n\n*The hooded figure reaches for a belt, a loud metallic clink, a pouch appearing, as he does this, his cloak falls back, revealing a skinny dark elf man, messy ash grey hair tied in a messing ponytail, his eyes a emerald green* \n\n\"**Give me, your sweetest baked produce.**\""
},
{
"author": "Violet Rosemary",
"message": "*The woman behind the counter raises an eyebrow, before turning towards Violet, giving her a sort of 'Where'd you find this one?' sort of look, before turning back to him.*\n\n\"Uh, sure thing.\"\n\n*The woman's voice is filled with a blunt confidence as she speaks. She then reaches underneath the counter, pulling out a small, wooden box. She asks Violet,* \"Go get some doughnuts, will ya?\"\n\n*Violet nods, walking into the back room, and bringing back several glazed doughnuts — not the modern, round, poofy kind, but the old, shriveled-looking (though still appetizing) rounds of bread, glazed in some sort of sugary syrup. They add the doughnuts to the box, before the woman says,*\n\n\"That'd be seven copper.\""
},
{
"author": "timeforthepercolator",
"message": "*The elf drops a 30 copper into the hand of the woman, before giving a nod and giving a wide smile.* \n\n\"**Many blessing upon you and your homely establishment, this little one here was kind enough to guide me here, I seem to have startled them, they seem easily scarred, bless their soul.**\" \n\n*The man turns back and forth as if to look for something before turning back* \n\n\"**Is there anywhere to sit?**\""
},
{
"author": "Violet Rosemary",
"message": "*The woman counts the money handed to her, and then looks up, as if wondering if the man hadn't meant to give the excess. She then turns to Violet, and simply says,*\n\n\"Violet, get him a chair, will you?\"\n\n*Violet nods quickly, and bolts into the backroom. In mere moments, she comes back out with a chair, bringing it to the man.* \"H-here you are!\""
},
{
"author": "timeforthepercolator",
"message": "*The elf gives a strange gesture with his left hand, as if he's trying to say everything's alright* \n\n\"**It's a tip, for austerity, I would not of found your shop if not for this one. Thank you child**\"\n\n*He turns to the donuts, taking one and taking a large bite, essentially chomping down half the donut* \n\n\"**Hmm, this is delicious, I ought to have the nerve to tip you again**\"\n\n*The dark elf giggles to himself, seeming to enjoy himself greatly as he hums in satisfaction with each chew.*"
},
{
"author": "Violet Rosemary",
"message": "*The woman says to Violet,*\n\n\"Well, keep up the good work I guess.\"\n\n*Violet nods, and says to the man,* \"I-Is there anything else you need?\""
},
{
"author": "timeforthepercolator",
"message": "*The man suddenly laughs putting an elbow on the table, relaxing and winding down as he begins chomping a second donut.* \n\n\"**Are you well? I seem to have startled you small one, I am sorry, believe it or not, the cloak serves a practical reason, forgive me, uh, I seem to not know you're name.**\""
},
{
"author": "Violet Rosemary",
"message": "*The girl is quick to respond, seeming apologetic.*\n\n\"Oh- Forgive me! I'm Violet, and that's my sister Jade.\" *She motions to the woman behind the counter, who gives a wave, saying,* \"Heya.\"\n\n*Violet turns back to him, so quick that her hood almost falls off, though she's quick to move her hands to fix it.* \"A-And I'm fine- I um- you needn't worry about me.\"\n\n*Jade then says,* \"Yeah, she just gets a little nervous around people, I'm sure you understand.\""
},
{
"author": "timeforthepercolator",
"message": "\"**Good evening Violet and Jade, my name is Zeras Tassadar, I must admit, this is my first time in New Salvania, in truth it is quite the culture shock, a bakery was the solace I surely needed, the speed at which people live their lives here is truly astonishing**\"\n\n*Zeras shakes his head, his eyes blinking wide as he reminisces* \n\n\"**Despite the rush and the confusion, the city does interest me so, I must see more...**\"\n\n*As he says this, Zeras puts his hand to his chin and looks down, seeming to zone out, deep in thought.*"
},
{
"author": "Violet Rosemary",
"message": "*Violet thinks for a moment, before asking,*\n\n\"D-Do you have someplace to stay?\"\n\n*She looks back at Jade, as Jade has an expression of both confusion and that stern look parents get when they don't want you to do something.*"
},
{
"author": "timeforthepercolator",
"message": "*Zeras's looks surprised at the offer, at first he puts his hand to his chest, as if totally willing to accept, but he sees Jayde's face and reads the room, he knows the pressure that would cause, and he knows not to intrude, he laughs at the situation, his laugh deep and hearty, betraying his lithe and skinny disposition, his voice so much bigger than he is.* \n\n\"**Please young Violet you are too kind, I could never take advantage of a strangers hospitality like that, no matter how nice they may be, but you must also be wary of strangers, I assure you I mean you no harm, but I could not say the same of many of those out there in the world. The first thing I found in this city was the tavern, worry not of my place of rest, that is secure for the night, though I appreciate your willingness to extend a hand.**\" \n\n*Once again Zeras makes a simmering down motion at Jade, knowing what she must of thought when her over eager sister offered him a place to stay.*"
},
{
"author": "Violet Rosemary",
"message": "*Jade seems visibly calmer, though still slightly irritated. Violet simply nods, saying,* \"O-Of course, right, that'd be silly.\" \n\n*Jade looks out at the darkening sky outside, before saying,* \"Looks like it's just about closing time. I'd advise you make your way towards that tavern you mentioned — unless, of course, you're fond of staying up all night — but either way you can't stay here.\" *She looks over at Violet.* \"Come help me get everyone to bed, will you Vi?\" \n\n*Violet rushes over towards Jade, nodding quickly.* \"O-Of course, I'd lost track of time.\" *She waves to Zeras.* \"Goodnight, um, Zeras was it?\""
},
{
"author": "timeforthepercolator",
"message": "*Zeras nods, closing his eyes as he does before opening them as his head comes back up.* \n\n\"**Goodnight young violet, and goodnight to you Jayde, I'll find a way to get to the Tavern, somehow, I shall remember this place, these donuts, they were quite memorable, blessings be to you, and all your future endeavours, lest we never meet again, may your path be enlightened, and your gardens forever watered**\" \n\n*Zeras stands from his seat, taking the wooden box of donuts and leaving, as he reaches the door, he gives a wave to both of them, a smile across his face as he puts back on his hood, slowly walking out the door*"
},
{
"author": "Violet Rosemary",
"message": "*Jade says bluntly,* \"We don't got a garden, but good night to you too.\" \n\n*Jade locks the door as Zeras leaves, and puts out all the candles. She tosses a key to Violet, who opens up a door in the corner of the room, showing the way to a set of stairs. When Jade is finished putting out all the candles, they go up the stairs, closing and locking the door behind them.*"
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{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Amsu had been spending his time at a small booth he set up just outside the city square, conducting his normal business as a trauma healer for those who required his services. Like any other day, he would heal those who had received wounds and could not or would not wait to treat them naturally... But today was a rather slow day for the little kemonomimi. His twin cat tails swung slowly behind his back, as he leaned against the table and stared off into the crowd.*\n\n*\"Maybe I should just pack up my things for today... I still have enough ingredients to make another batch of medicines,\" The young neko told himself. It was rather disheartening to not be able to make much money off of today, with the few days that he had to take off so he could create his remedies. He did however, attempt to shake off such negative thoughts with a positive outlook. Since he was having a slow day, no one was getting hurt! He could rest assured that people were doing well in life as of right now!*\n\n*~~He still felt rather bored, though.~~*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*A large figure would be wandering about the streets, a man that was 2.7 meters tall with four powerful arms and a large chest. The man wore armor covering his lower body but anything above his waist was bear only his bulging body filled with scars and healed wounds was shown. He was wandering aimlessly around the city as he was seemingly new to this area, he just looked about his surroundings as he moved not really knowing what to do with his life right now. Did anyone need helping? Maybe he should look for someone who needed help? After that encounter with the chairs he was just kinda bummed out right now*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Amsu begun to stretch, deciding that he might as well pack up for today and maybe focus on the potions... Play around for a bit, maybe, before making the potions. The problem he had however, was his set up was a bit too heavy for him. It'd take him quite awhile to disassemble and carry over to his house, which wasn't quite that far, but it would still be a hassle. Maybe once he started getting more recognition, he could just set up a station outside his house and do his business from there...*\n\n\"Might as well start now... Even if it'll be a pain. If I hurry up and drag all this back over, I can still have some time to play around, before I go make the potions and pray!\"\n\n*And so, the black cat begun to work at disassembling his stand. It wasn't the most sophisticated thing... A table, some poles with a blanket draped between them, and a chair... The problem was that this all belonged to a five foot man that seemed like physical work wasn't his strong suit. Passerby's could take in the sight of the guy doing his best to jump up and take down the blanket, while trying not to collapse the entire thing and get everything dirty.*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*Ardon would begin to notice the short man having alittle difficulty with the stand, realizing that this was exactly what he was looking for would take the opportunity to go up to the man with a smile and a wave offering his help* \"Hello there! Do you need help with your stand?\" *He said while letting his four large arms extend to show the man that he would be very able to help him carry all their things with his hands easily*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Hm?... Oh, yeah, thank you! I could do it myself but uhm... I don't want to break anything, you know?\" *Amsu would give Ardon a quick glance over, realizing that it was rather lucky for them to meet like this. He had been on quite the lucky streak, with meeting people... Maybe that was from his dedication to Bast? Who knows.*\n\n\"I can handle the poles and blanket, if you could pull the table and chair... But uh... Gimme the blanket carefully, please?\" *He'd finally look up at them, bowing slightly. His twin tails would continue to brush against each other during their exchange, as Amsu would then begin to carefully hold onto the two poles closest to him. He was seemingly prepared for the stranger to start lifting the blanket off of it's perch.*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Sure! Anything you need.\" *He would say as he took the edges of the blanket and pick them up folding them into each other. He would do his best to try not to rip the blanket as he was fairly powerful with his arms and while useful in many situations was also bad in situations where he needed to be gentle or careful with things. After folding them he'd place the folded blanket on one of his hands and went over towards the chair* \"Do you want me to take this chair to? Cause uhh last time I was with a chair it got really angry with me and shouted at me cause I sat on it... I didn't mean to make it angry but...\" *The face the four armed man had was an upset one as he clearly had some bad experiences with chairs recently that made him think about his entire life*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~forgive me for dying~~\n\n*Amsu would look up at Ardon, confused about what he was talking about... For a moment, looking at him like he was trying to make a joke. He then remembered what day it was, and chuckled to himself. Maybe this was some kind of weird prank? Whatever it was, he just shrugged and begun gathering the poles.*\n\n\"He feels fine today, so you can go ahead and carry him. Just don't scrape him against the floor, he likes to keep his feet polished!\"\n\n*Amsu then, having collected all four of the poles, held them in his arms. He was prepared to get moving, but they still had the table to deal with. Maybe this guy could carry it along too?*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Oh okay then! I'll do my best not to scrape his feet!\" *Ardon would say in a tone that didn't seem like he was joking or kidding around. He did meet an angry chair! But using his other and he'd easily pick up the chair and even the table, all of the objects on one of his hands making use of his strange mutation. He looked over towards the cat man now wondering where to go* \"So umm Mister I have all of your stuff where do we go now?\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Just over to my house, it's not really that far.. On the way, we can talk about each other. My name's Amsu, so thank you for helping me out with all this! I've been making some remedies for common sicknesses, would you like one of them for helping me?\"\n\n*Amsu begun walking while carrying the poles, doing his best to not scrape them against the floor and create irritating noises. This guy seemed like an okay person, so he did his best to walk along at a reasonable pace... At least, he attempted to figure out what pace Ardon would walk at. Carrying the table and chair seemed like it would be a lot, but he didn't look like it was a problem... He had to be rather strong! Neat!*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Well then nice to meet you Amsu! My name is Ardon Surfist and I would appreciate that alot I'm sure I'll be able to use that to help others in my travels.\" *He was easily able to carry the chair and table with his hands ~~As he did have 15 Strength when using his arms~~ and while walking he was easily able to move 7 and a half miles per hour. His body was physically very strong which was mainly because of his race and heritage being a child of a Titan meant that you were large and powerful which also meant that alot of people depended on you for things*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Do you live around here? I don't really see a lot of really tall people... Although a lot of people are really tall to me, but i mean, **Really** Tall people! Plus, you have a lot of arms. I don't really see that, either.\"\n\n*Amsu continued to walk along the street, looking back at Ardon every now and then... Of course, having to look in front of him most of the time to make sure he wasn't going to slam into anything / anyone. It was fun to speak to someone, or something, that he hadn't really seen before. He couldn't tell if this person had used morph arms recently, or just had this many arms! Cool!*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Nope! I'm new around this part of Ramul Ta and to be honest I haven't seen many people with alot of arms too! Even where I'm from there aren't really any people who have lots of arms it was always just me.\" *He was happy to be able to meet a nice person who wasn't shouting at him, he would slowly walk closer and closer towards Amsu until he was behind the man*\n\n\"Nope! I'm new around this part of Ramul Ta and to be honest I haven't seen many people with alot of arms too! Even where I'm from there aren't really any people who have lots of arms it was always just me.\" *He was happy to be able to meet a nice person who wasn't shouting at him, he would slowly walk closer and closer towards Amsu until he was behind the man*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Mhm... Well, at least you can try and find some people here! Shouldn't be too hard, I've met a few special people that were quite nice. Maybe I could introduce you to them another day, but we're almost to my home. You could just set everything down outside, though. I'll take in what is necessary, so thank you.\"\n\n*Amsu looked down the street, seeing his cottage about a block away. Usually it would've taken him a lot longer, since he'd have to take most things down there individually. Was quite useful to have this guy help him out... Maybe he should try and get stronger, like him, so this wouldn't be so hard?*"
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{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"I'd like that idea alot Amsu!\" *Upon reaching the front of the cottage Ardon would slowly begin to set down the chair and table onto the ground being careful not to scrape the legs of the chair in fear of it getting angry before finally placing the folded blanket on top of the table. After finishing setting the things down his top two arms would cross as he looked at Amsu with a big smile on his face* \"Well is that everything that I can help you with? Cause if you need help putting these things inside I'm willing to help with that!\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"No, that's fine, I can do that myself! I've got to get to work, but let me give you that potion real quick... I think I left them just in the kitchen!\"\n\n*Amsu would then dart inside, having opened the door and made his way in. It would take about ten seconds before the cat would re-emerge back outside. He held what seemed to be a liquid solution, leaves floating inside of the mixture. Amsu was proud of his work, having spent quite some time to produce approximately one dozen of these things. He hoped it would serve this Titan well, as he went to hand it over to him.*\n\n\"Although there's plenty in this bottle, don't drink it all in one go! Use the little hollowed out cork to give yourself a proper dosage. OH! Also! Don't take it if you've eaten recently! Only before bed!!\"\n\n*The little cat would rather energetically explain the basics of his solution to Ardon, wanting to make sure he didn't mess up and give himself stomach cramps... Amsu had made these mistakes before, so he knew what would follow if this titan messed up!*\n\n~~poles are on the ground next to table, don't question it~~"
},
{
"author": "plague0886",
"message": "\"Uhhhhhhh\" *As the at began to explain and talk about the potion Ardon would try his best to follow and understand but he'd slowly just stare at the man looking at his cat ears and his tail... Tails! He had never noticed that he had two tails huh that's weird when did cats have two tails? Then again he did have four arms so having multiple kinds of body parts wasn't that weird. Wait what were they talking about again?* \"Yup! I totally got all of that!\" *He would say as he took the potion on one of his hands and began examining the thing* \"Hmm very interesting! I'm sort of a healer myself uhh you used healing leaves here correct? And umm some water and uhh.\" *He didn't really know anything about potions and things but he didn't want Amsu to think that he was an idiot!*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"... I won't be giving away my secret recipe that easily! You'll have to figure it out on your own!! However, I will give you just one hint on it's power, because you helped me! Ciacolo leaves!\"\n\n*The little Amsu would perk up, his ears straightened and his tails having entwined with each other... Adopting a smug posture and smile. Whatever he just talked about was probably a big deal in the world of alchemy, or whatever he did with them would be a surprise. Was rather hard to tell, due to Ardon's inexperience.*\n\n\"Enough of that though, I don't want to dishearten a nice person like you. Remember what I told you on how to use it, and make sure to follow them to the letter! The stomach aches will be horrible if you don't!! Have a good day!!!\"\n\n*Amsu then quickly stepped back up to his cottage, waving one final time from his doorway before closing it and going off into his home. He would presumably be going back to work on his potions... Maybe play with a yarn ball for an hour or two. He* ***DID*** *Just get it as a gift from the nice lady down the street, when he healed her son's scrapes from playing too rough in the fields... It would be rude if he didn't use it!*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Yup! Will totally remember the instructions and the uhh coconut leaves thingy majig. Goodbye and take care!\" *Ardon would turn around and leave as one of his hands waved goodbye at the cat man. He still continued to examine this potion to see what is was supposedly it healed common illnesses. So if he drank this after he drank too much ale that means that he'll feel better right? But anyway he seemed like a nice person and Ardon was glad to have met him though will they ever meet again some day? Guess its back to wandering then.*"
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{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "`I could just start it off if you guis don't wanna`\n\n*Amsu had been having an okay day today, having spent a good amount of his time playing in the field outside his home. It was rather childish of him, sure, but he had completed most of his work. The potions had all been finished up, so he could start selling them to common people who had illnesses... Attract a few more people, as his trauma healing work had been slowing down recently. It was a problem for his wallet, but a relief for his heart. People weren't getting attacked as often now, or receiving frost bites from the temperatures they weren't prepared for.*\n\n*... Enough of that though! He had come to this inn for some well deserved lunch! All this work and play had made him a bit famished, as well as possibly tired. He could just nap after he finished eating, going back home to his bed with a full stomach! As he entered the inn, it didn't seem to be quite that full. People spread out between tables here and there, one of them actually having a full circle of people around it. Seeing that he had plenty of options, the little neko kemonomimi decided to sit at a rather empty table... When he had the chance, he should order himself some pork!*"
},
{
"author": "com.co",
"message": "Horace had already been in the inn, simply observing the crowd. Tonight was a good night with so many people around. He enjoyed the happy drunk atmosphere, mostly because they were easy picking after they dispersed. He observed the crowd closely, looking for loners who looked easy. He stood at the bar, leaning against it with his legs crossed, with a small ale next to him. He'd sip on it occasionally, though sparingly since he shouldn't be drunk while comiting theft on other drunkards'. As he looked his eyes fell upon Amsu, who was alone, he looked like a hard worker, so he probably made a mediocre profit, good enough for Horace, anything helped. He takes another sip, waiting turning to the bartender and asking for another drink. As the bartender nodded and turned around Horace would reach behind the bar, snatching a small bag of coins. The bartender would turn back with another cup of ale as Horace quickly hid the bag of coins, taking some money out of it and handing it to the bartender as payment. He nods to the bartender, turning back and approaching Amsu with his ale and the one he just bought. \"Got room for one more?\" The elf queried, \"Your all alone over here i thought you would like some company!\" The elf took a seat at Amsu's table."
},
{
"author": "chair._._.",
"message": "*The one and only Chair entered the inn,creaks could be heard comming from Chair whille he was walking in way that some people could call cursed, because well he was a chair, you don't see that walking... Normaly,but chair was the diferent of something that you see normaly, of course. But something that could be say is \"Normal\" Is that he was in a bad mood, perhaps by the fact that someone sat on him a moment ago, or is it because after multiple day's of fruitless whaiting he has found no one to hire, or was he is just salty that he got his tournament stolen from him? Probably all of this made him have a generaly bad mood.*\n*But anyway hiring someone was not why he was here* *For once*, *He whanted to eat something whitout being distracted by other stuff.He came to the table where was horace and amsu and \"Sat\" On a chair so he wouldn't get sat on, he then asked asked the bartender for a bowl of pasta whit for sauce some bolognaise.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "`yep... Staying up for like twelve hours isn't worth the wait, apparently.`\n\n`feel asleep, regrettably`\n\n*Well, I suppose this was a rather awkward situation... But Amsu should try and make the most of it. Two strangers had suddenly surrounded him while he was minding his own business, but he really couldn't blame them or curse them for it. An inn is a public place so this kind of stuff is bound to happen, so I guess he should try to make the best of it. He was a bit confused with the chair, though, but ended up assuming that it was just a Uzhi that shaped itself into a chair... For whatever reason.*\n\n\"Uhm, yeah, company wouldn't be so bad at this time I suppose. Eating alone can get quite boring, so it should be okay.\"\n\n*After spitting out the only two lines he could think of at the time, he begun ordering his meal from the tender that was open for the moment. A few slices of pork with bread and carrot slices. His twin tails were rather limp, laying against the chair he sat in as he looked two both of the strangers. He didn't want to be rude but he couldn't really think of much at the moment to say, wondering if they even wanted to speak to him... Well, Amsu guessed the elf was open to a conversation?*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "Horace's gaze lands on the chair that is now sitting on a chair next to him. He looks incredibly confused but decides to shrug it off, thinking *\"Its not* ***That*** *Weird*\" He returns his focus to his target, giving him the other ale he got from the bartender. \"Here, have a drink with your pork friend!\" He hands a full cup to the Neko, him being what he was he could also make some money as a slave. Though Horace wasn't in the mood for shooing away the fucked up slave owners, as well as having to train the Neko. He takes a sip, planning out the further events in his mind. \"Oh my apologies, my names Horace, yours?\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~tbh I thought chair would respond~~\n\n\"My name's Amsu, and thank you for the drink... Forgive me for not being able to drink it though, I had to abstain from alcohol because of my beliefs. I can give you some silver if it costed much though..!\"\n\n*Amsu clasped his hands together in forgiveness, bowing slightly to apologize to the man. He seemed okay to be giving him a free drink, but still, it rubbed him the wrong way. Having grown up in Sudri, Amsu was taught about plenty of things that could happen to kids that didn't listen to their parent's warnings... It was best to try and be nice without making a scene for now. However, the hairs on his twin tails did begin rising as he was feeling uncomfortable.*\n\n\"I just wanted to stop by here and get a quick bite to eat, before heading out to the bazaar. Some of my companions had stopped in town and we were going to meet together there.\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "Horace looked at him with annoyance. *\"This wont be easy... I suppose i could look for a different target... Though those friends might yield better opportunities. \"That's too bad... You said you had some comrades waiting for you? I wonder what that's like...\" He sighs, this was a guilt trip technique but also an actual question. He stands, \"Well, i better get to bed, I've got work to do tomorrow.\" He'd eye the chair again, *\"I wonder if i could sell this guy, I'm sure that's someone's fetish...\"*"
}
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{
"author": "chair._._.",
"message": "*Chair started eating his bowl of pasta in a most cursed way, where it can be more described as just him shoving the bowl of pasta under his cushion, and after some desturbing noise that lasted for about a minute ended whit chair removing it from is cushion completely clean.But he couldn't stop noticing that horace gaze'd a bit to much into chair, wich was to say the least, creepy and anoying, don't he knows that's it's rude to stare at peoples?! He then said a few simple word at Horace*\n\n\"What are you lookin' at incel, yea you the one whit the face mask, no one's told you it's rude to stare at strangers!?\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"S-sorry... Dad only taught me hard labor and mom was too sick to teach me anything.\" He would shrug and stand, walking towards a stair well leading up too the second floor of rooms for the Inn. Though as he did he'd stumble and trip over himself landing on the floor with a thud. He'd lay there, his long black cape covering up his body, only his sprawled out arms, feet and head would be seen. \"Oh boy... Looks like ive had too much ale today.\" He sits up covering his mouth as he'd begin to hick up. \"Y-you know... Think ill just *Hick* Sleep here... To much of a hassle to *Hick* Get up...\" He'd lay back down on the floor. He scolds himself in his mind for getting drunk but the drunkenness' deafens him."
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Oh uhm... Are you okay! Do you need help to get to a room? Do you even have a room that we could help you to?\"\n\n*Amsu still was on guard against the man, but he guessed all that creepy behavior was from him getting drunk because he was lonely. Quite sad, really, but that didn't matter too much as of right now... Maybe if they met again, and he wasn't drunk, he could act a bit better? A bit unsure of whether he should help the man out, or just call the bartender, Amsu stood up from his chair and looked to each of the two individuals.*"
},
{
"author": "chair._._.",
"message": "*Chair would look at this pityfull chain of event seemingly un-botherred by it,he then of course got up from the chair that he \"Sat\" On and walked to the bar ,where was the bartender where he payed for his pasta and told the bartender about the thing that just hapened,after this he just left, he had no more things to do here and since horace kept eyeing him he prefered not to whait until he wakes up,he also doesn't want to risk getting sat on longer that he alwredy has.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~yeah no waiting for horace~~"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "Horace stumbles to his feet at amsu's worried response. \"Im fine to *Hick* Go to my room...\" He continues up the stair well before passing out on the second floors hallway, sleeping on the floor. Though all the others would hear is loud thunk as he hits the floor followed by snoring. The bartender would sigh, remarking at Horace's inability to hold down beer well as well as the fact that he never makes it to his room. He moves to the second floor as a dragging sound would be heard and Horace is brought to his room, the bartender than returns to his post."
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Amsu would sit there, slowly recovering from the initial cautious attitude he had to adopt. It was a bit too scary for him, as he mainly just stayed inside and only went out for work and maybe indulging himself in some play time... So he couldn't really process how quickly that all just disappeared. Sighing to himself, he breathed in heavily one more time before deciding to just put it behind him. He ate his meal like any normal person would do... Except he'd end up scarfing the pork down cause it tasted nice.*\n\n*Getting up and paying the bartender five silver, three for the meal and two for the drink of that man who had possibly good intentions... Then leaving the inn. Amsu can go and take a nap now! Or maybe see if there was anything interest happening in the fields nearby!... Nevermind, he's going to the field, because he just realized he was stupid and he left his prized possession there!!! There's no time to lose!!!! ~~Exclamation marks means it's important!!!!!~~*\n\n*Amsu had been minding his own business as of the moment... Mostly because he had to focus on what he was currently doing! He ended up in a rather tough predicament, and all because he didn't pay attention to all his things when he left to go eat. A special heirloom from his family had gone missing, the last place he knew where he had it was this field... And now he has to search the entire thing! He was rather upset at himself, staring intently at the ground as he crawled around to try and find it.*\n\n*In short, some random Neko is crawling around in a open field... The few people who crossed the dirt road to get to the nearest village paid no heed to individual.*\n\nBruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuna\n\n~~I just got bored~~"
},
{
"author": "Persefone Miyuki Firnpyre",
"message": "Perséfone was walking along the dirt road, wearing clothes that could be considered noble, and with a little cold and distracted look as she walked. The Kitsune used her Concealment ability, as she didn't like to show her tails and ears, even if they showed how much power she had. She just revealed her majestic form as a Kitsune in special moments or a battle that she deemed worthy.\n\nHer turquoise and white heterochromatic eyes looked around the field that circled the road. A relaxing breeze was beating against Perséfone, causing her two-colored hair and her skirt to fly slightly following the breeze. She would then notice the Neko walking across the field, an eyebrow rising as she stopped to watch him."
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I know I was playing around here... So it had to be somewhere near by. I didn't go too far from the road, at least I think I did.\" ***Angery huff*** \"Bast take the soul from my heart, this is going to be incredibly difficult...! Of all things, it had to be the ball that I lost!\"\n\n*The Kemonomimi mumbled to himself, disappointed that he had to lose it in a open field of all places. Amsu was sure that he put it back in his satchel, but of course, it had to have grown legs and walked out of it or something! He would curse himself, but since he could actually end up doing it for real, decided not to... He still had to find his ball! It was at this point that he got down to start crawling along the grass and push some of the clumps aside every now and then. If he did his best to focus, he should find it in an hour... Or two... Or five... Amsu will never play in this field again, for what it has done to him!*"
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "Horace wondered down the road from the inn. He had been thrown out because the bartender realized that he had stole some money from behind the counter while he wasn't paying attention. As such he had a few scratches and bruises around his body from a body guard the Inn had. \n\n\"God damn... Now im going to have to pay them back double if i ever want to get in their again... I dont even have that much money!\" He would mumble in an annoyed tone. \n\nHe would kick a pebble up the road in his annoyance, noticing the girl as he did, *\"Huh... Well you look at that, its my lucky day. Some rich kid is just standing there waiting to be pick pocketed..\" While the girl didn't notice him he would shake up his body trying to loosen it and imitate a drunk walk. After he'd stagger towards the girl bumping into her as he passed by.\n\n\"Oh, im so *Hick* Sorry... I didnt notice you there *Hick*... Had a little too much *Hick* To drink...\" He would say in an apologetic tone.\n\nThough, as he made contact with the woman he would quickly and lightly dig his hand into their pocket grabbing the nearest item. However, his own acting would be his down fall, as he'd trip and drop the item on the floor. *\"SHIT!\"*"
},
{
"author": "plague0886",
"message": "*Next to the wide open field on the dirt road loud chatter, laughter and music would be heard as horses were trodding along pulling carts that were filled with people and goods that were going to be sold at the market in the city. Many of the carts held vegetables, spices and meats while others had objects such as armor and weapons for battle. More rarely they held things such as medicine and strange potions but the one in the very back the last cart was a cart that held strange knickknacks, baubles and magical objects hailing from all over Ramul Ta.\n\nThis specific cart held the magical staff who was named Seraphina Urazule. She was a blue oni hailing from Irunia that cast a failed spell on herself and was unable to return to her original form, her family had sold her belongings including her thinking that she was just one of her many staves and from then on she had been traveling from village to village and city to city and now after a great length of time she had reached New Salvainia.\n\nThis last cart if one was to watch it closely was alittle bit rickety and unstable wobbling from left to right as it travelled the dirt path.*"
},
{
"author": "Persefone Miyuki Firnpyre",
"message": "Perséfone would continue to watch the kemonomimi as he walked around, looking to be searching for something he lost. But, from the corner of her eyes, she could see the mysterious and weird man coming toward her with an apparently drunk looking way to act. Indeed Perséfone looked like a rich, but unfortunately she wasn't the rich Horace thought. She had only some silver coins with her at the moment.\n\nAfter Horace felt down next to Perséfone, she would arch and eyebrow and stare at him with cold eyes. What was he thinking of? He thought he could just take her coins and get away? Ah, Perséfone didn't like those things, and wouldn't let him go free without paying. She would only show a few flames on her left hand, pointing it toward the man, although she wasn't going to just start a useless fight.\n\n\"Do you think I'm dumb? Get up!\""
},
{
"author": "com.co",
"message": "~~congration, you done it~~"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Amsu had been minding his own business, doing his best to just find the ball and then get on his way... But then he heard the sounds of two people screaming over to his right. Once he looked over, he'd notice that the woman was possibly preparing a spell on a man that had just fallen over. He was witnessing a robbery! Although when he got up to try and help the poor stranger on the floor, he remembered that voice and face... It was the creepy guy from the inn! Maybe it was the other way around, with him groping her or something... No thinking like that! Lets calm everyone down, then find my ball!*\n\n\"Hey, what's going on over there! I'll go and get the guards if I have to, and I have **Really good memory!** You'll have a portrait so perfect, they'll find you in days!\"\n\n*He pointed over at them, while starting to walk over... Amsu didn't really have any spells that could be used for fighting, except for his summon, but that'd take time to get out. On second thought, he probably shouldn't have started threatening them and could have just started asking what was happening.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "Horace would lay on the floor, astonished at how many things could go bad at once, not only did he fail to steal he also got the attention of unwanted company. He sighs, today was not a good day indeed... He stands, brushing off the dirt from his fall and turning to the girl, looking at the fire she had...\n\n\"Great... Just my luck... I thought i finally got a break but the rich kid isn't even rich, she also seems powerful...\" He mumbles... \"Well... You caught me... Now what do we do?\" He would say in a more serious, unapologetic tone. \n\nHe'd raise his hands as if surrendering while shrugging. He hated situations like these, they were so awkward... He always had his fog seed and natural stealth abilities but it seemed like a waste, besides, he always got a bad feeling when he would use his race traits."
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{
"author": "Seraphina Urazule",
"message": "*As all of this happened the caravan slowly continued on moving towards the city not even stopping to help on what seemed like a robbery happening as they thought that the woman had it all under control. When the last rickety cart moved past the two people who were fighting a long 1.5 meter staff slowly rolled out of the cart and a loud pained* \"Ouch!!\" *Could be heard as the staff continued on rolling until it was just a few feet away from where Horace and Persefone were standing.\n\nThe staff looked to be made steel while the top had a large blue orb that was surrounded by more metal to make it look like it was something similar to a flanged mace. Parts of the staff were decorated with bands of gold and if it didn't look dirty it would have been a very regal and fancy looking object perfect for the taking since the cart didn't even seen to care about the object.*"
},
{
"author": "Persefone Miyuki Firnpyre",
"message": "Perséfone looked at the man for a few seconds before an eyebrow arched and a laugh with a slightly sarcastic tone came out from her lips. Haha, Perséfone was just kidding with him. She didn't care if the man had taken her coins or not, after all they were just a few silver coins. She was amused that he surrendered so quickly, she would not hand him over to the authorities, not least because she did not care if he had made the wrong choice to become a bandit with no future.\n\nPerséfone laughed again and then looked at him, pointing his hand at the coins on the floor with a gesture like *\"Take it, I don't care.\"* The flames in her hand then went out, and she rested her hand on her waist.\n\nBefore continuing to speak to the man who had tried to steal her things, Perséfone heard as if an object fell close to her and Horace and her heterochromatic eyes glanced over her shoulder to see what it could be. *\"Look what we have here, what an interesting thing.\"* She thought after walking up to the staff and taking it gently in her hands. She looked at it curiously and then noticed the cart, was it theirs? Before giving it to them, Perséfone wanted to know more about the curious and beautiful object."
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Amsu sat there as the entire scene unfolded in front of him. The guy admitted that he was stealing from people and was being a petty thief, the person he just stole from didn't care a single bit, and now she herself looked like she was going to steal from the caravan that just lost a piece of their cargo... This was just turning out to be quite the day for him, wasn't it?*\n\n*Being dumbfounded for a bit, he finally steeled his nerves and continued to walk over to the pair. Once he reached the dirt path, he placed his hands on his hips and looked to each person... Deciding to start with Horace. He then pointed at the man, ready to unleash his words of wisdom!*\n\n\"You should be ashamed of yourself, trying to steal from other people! You seem able bodied enough, so you shouldn't be taking things from others! Work for your living and give back to the people!\"\n\n*The sight was akin to, depending on how tall each person was, a young boy chastising a older man about how to not be a leech on society. His twin tails were puffed up and stood tall, as Amsu's brows were furrowed and his face held a evidently visible pout... He would have to give this lady a talking to after this man was sorted out!!*"
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "Horace would shrug as Persefone pointed at the floor with their expression, leaning down to claim his prize, though it be small. *\"Hey, todays finally looking up isn't it? Never thought someone would just give away their money like this...\"* He would get back up with a slouched posture looking up and over at the Neko who appeared to be lecturing him.\n\n\"But i do work for my living... Do you not realize stealing is as hard as other jobs? I risk my life every day just trying to feed myself. Who are you to lecture me about my job? Why do i have to give to the people when no one has given to me?\"\n\nHorace would of gone on a long rant about society if not for the girls sudden departure towards the random object. He would turn and approach it himself, glaring at it... His curiosity would be great, but his need to steal greater... His left hand would begin twitching again."
},
{
"author": "plague0886",
"message": "*Upon touching the staff it would feel strangely light but also powerful like the whole object just adapted to Persefone's mass. All of the people that were there would suddenly be able to hear the voice of a woman* \"W-What happened? Why am I-I here now?\" *The voice said as it strangely seemed to be coming from the staff. The metal was just shining from being struck by the light of the sun and the beautiful crystal orb made any light that was passing through it a beautiful shade of blue. The object seemed to be very expensive just judging from the feel but all the dirt sort of hid that part of the staff. Seraphina was confused she didn't know what she was doing outside of the cart... Wait did she fall?!? Thank goodness someone finally picked her up but still where is she now? Is she already in New Salvainia?*"
},
{
"author": "Persefone Miyuki Firnpyre",
"message": "Perséfone looked toward the staff with curious eyes and a slightly serious expression. As a female voice suddenly came out from the staff, the kitsune widened her eyes and arched an eyebrow. *\"What?! This staff can talk? Or there's someone inside this thing?\"* She thought for a moment, staring at the staff with her heterochromatic eyes.\n\n\"How can you talk?!\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*... Did he really just try to make that argument? Amsu stood there, practically fuming, as he watched the guy turn over to look at the staff. Of course, the thief would then look at the staff and be practically drooling at the idea to steal it. The nerve of this man to blame other people for his lifestyle that leeched off of those willing to work for themselves..! If it wasn't for the random voice that forced itself into his head, Amsu would have begun reaching for his cane so he could give Horace a good thwack on the back of his head!*\n\n*So... A magic item that could talk? That was something Amsu hadn't really heard of before. Was it even possible? Just that fact alone made Amsu think that this staff had to have been very special. Special enough that the caravan would have paid a lot of money for, or had spent a very long time crafting... He can't let these two rascals get their hands on it!! It needed to be returned post haste, as these two were way too untrustworthy!!!*\n\n\"I'm not done with you! You can't just blame everyone for not giving back to you when all of you've done is take! You're just being selfish and morally blind!! Also, lady! You can't just let him get away with stealing from other people! You're fueling his twisted mind set and letting him reason out these kinds of things!! If you want to give him those silver coins, fine, but that staff is going back to the caravan!!!\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "Horace would turn back to Amsu, his left hand ceasing to twitch as his attention was drawn away from the item.\n\n\"Look kid, I don't need you lecturing me with your petty philosophy. Its not like its gonna change anything, I've already dug my grave... Its not like i chose this life, its just something in my head that forces my hand...\" Horace mumbled the last sentence. \n\nTurning his attention back to the staff he'd arch an eye brow at the staff, *\"A talking staff, huh? That's a first\"* Though, his hand wouldn't twitch the second time as he saw the staff more person than item. Though he wasn't as panicked as the girl before him was he was still confused. He would decide to answer the staffs questions.\n\n\"Your in New Salvainia, you just fell off that caravan cart... Who are you?\""
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{
"author": "plague0886",
"message": "\"Thanks for answering my question with another question love. Long story short crazy magic.\" *If the staff had a body right now it would be rolling its eyes and crossing its arms but for now it just spoke in a sarcastic tone* \"I-I'm in New Salvania?!? Jeez how long have I been in that cart... Who am I? Gosh its also been quite a while since I've heard anyone ask me that. I'm Seraphina Urazule also it seems I know the brains of the group asking the right questions and answering them too. Now for my questions who are all of you? And who here is the most capable?\" *Seraphina asked very interested to hear their answers. She could've asked who was the most powerful or who was the smartest but she knew that if she was going to turn back to normal she needed money and lots of it. Just cause someone's powerful doesn't mean they'll get money neither is intelligence but if a person who's very capable is wielding her... Anyway New Salvania she's travelled so far and done so little. Her parents must think she's already dead or that she was killed when she ran away. Poor her*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "`me stare into soul`\n\nNo, horace has a soul. He just missing vital functions in brain to be considered a normal human being."
},
{
"author": "com.co",
"message": "Then again what can be defind as a normal human being"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~whole brain work at normal capacity~~"
},
{
"author": "Persefone Miyuki Firnpyre",
"message": "Perséfone pointed one hand at Amsu with a sign of silence or stop, while the other held the staff firmly. If the staff really spoke, why not answer the questions she asked to the group. Perséfone returned to her usual expression, serious and cold as she looked at the curious talking staff.\n\n\"I am Perséfone Miyuki Firnpyre, the one who is holding you right now. I suppose the most capable in here is...\" She paused for a moment to look out of the corner of her eye at Horace and Amsu, and then returned her attention to the staff. \"Well, the most capable is me.\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "***W h e e z e***\n\n*There is no way Amsu is allowing this to happen. A thief and a enabler vying for a staff that they think is very shiny, now revealed to be an* ***Actual person***, *So obviously they're going to do some weird stuff to it. The only place that staff belongs in, is that caravan that just so happened to drop it... Maybe a inn or church if she could get reverted out of that form easily. Although, he had a small moment of clarity when he was about to get flustered about these two anger inducing people in front of him. He was basically outnumbered by seemingly bad people...*\n\n*It sucked that they were a decent way away from any guards or public places. In this circumstance it was probably best to just give up and let them have the fancy stick, but because there was a person in it... He had to secure their safety!*\n\n\"Funny, but no. I'm returning her to those caravan people who had her in the first place... More likely visit a school of magic to see if they can fix this. You two however, since you've gotten along quite well, should help each other pick up those silver coins! Thieving from someone who doesn't care is 'fine', but I won't let you even think you could start kidnapping someone!\""
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "Horace looks away from the girl and staff with a chuckle mumbling *\"What kind of name is that?\"* The elf then clears his throat and looking back at the two.\n\n\"My name's Horace Caranaro, im a thief, and that little lady right there's probably is the most capable...\" He would look down, *\"Did I just diss myself? Oh whatever...\"* \n\nHe would then turn around putting his hands in his pockets. Yawning with an immense bordom, seemingly from Amsu's nagging.\n\n\"Look kid, I don't know who you think you are but if I wanted that staff id already be half way down the road with it. Besides, if the caravan was this careless about their stuff it means they don't care anyways. As for kidnapping, they have already been kidnapped, if anything we are their saviours. Think about it, what if that girl was abducted and turned into a staff?\""
},
{
"author": "plague0886",
"message": "\"Huh you guys sure jump to conclusions a great lot when I'm literally right here, could've asked me if I was abducted, kidnapped, stolen or what have you! I wasn't turned into a staff by them, to those people in the caravan they think I'm just a regular staff, I didn't want to speak and reveal that I was something more because I felt that there might be a chance that someone there wanted to keep me and I'd rather not have a merchant own me. I sought someone who would be able to put me to good use and also help me turn back into a regular person again.\" *Seraphina would say just being her regular old staff self. She was curious about this whole little group that had found her, interesting Horace Canaro, Cararano or whatever he was a thief huh? And he seemed to agree that this woman was the most capable, Persefone hmmm and this other person who ever they were seemed to be quite the nice do-gooder with his nagging. She was interested to learn on what each of their skill sets were*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~***Violently snaps staff over knee for saying her***~~"
},
{
"author": "Persefone Miyuki Firnpyre",
"message": "\"Sorry if I didn't listen, but how did you become a staff? Is that your skill or did someone out there turn you into that thing?\n\nPerséfone held the staff carefully, after all she was a person turned into an object. She stopped for a moment to think how bad it must be, to be turned into a staff! Or have you ever imagined being turned into a fork? It must be really bad. Perséfone sighed and looked at the two men behind her, her eyes rolling and returning to the staff in her hands. The Kitsune had a lot to do, but could she use the staff to her advantage? It could be pretty bad seen by others, so she kept that thought to herself.\n\n\"We could help you, I think. If the *Other two children* There want to, we help you to become a person again.\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "I didn't know horace counted as two people\n\n~~and the joke goes out for a homerun, I guess no one saw it.~~\n\n`I'll just post and then die slowly`"
},
{
"author": "com.co",
"message": "What was the joke???"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Amsu deeply breathed out a sigh as he crossed his arms, adopting a rather defeated look on himself as he just gave up trying to get them to leave. At least they seemingly both wanted to help the girl, which he should later thank Bast for that miracle. He still couldn't really trust the both of them, with how they both handled each other. Maybe he could just report them to the guard when they get into the city? If they even were going to the city to help fix this...*\n\n\"Fine. Since at least one of you wants to actually help the girl, I'm staying to help figure things out... And if we are actually going to help her, we should go to the city and have her enchantments identified. I don't really know how most of that stuff works, but I'm absolutely sure that spells can't last for this long. Just so I know with certainty though, could you tell me how long you've been like that?\"\n\n*Having shifted his focus to the staff with person trapped inside it, he did his best to speak calmly. It was a bit hard to do with these two people at his side, but Amsu would have to get used to it... The thief would probably leave sooner or later when he realized he couldn't steal the fancy stick.*"
}
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "Horace scoffs at both of their remarks."
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~horace you mad lad~~"
},
{
"author": "plague0886",
"message": "\"Magic... That backfired on me. I don't know its been atleast three weeks or more when I was turned into this thing and the whole travel from Irunia to here took quite a while\" *She was happy that they all wanted to help her turn back to normal, she didn't have to resort to manipulation and bribery to get what he wanted... For now. It seemed like this cat fellow while very straight laced was also interested in helping her so she was just nice, the one holding her though Persefone what did she want? Same with Horace what would they get out of helping her? Were they all just good people interested in helping a person in need or was there another more sinister motivation behind all of this*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "\"Pffft... So your some kinda magic user... Who turned them self into a staff!? Boy, id hate to be you right now!\" \n\nHe would laugh hysterically at her incompetence for a moment. However, he'd soon remember his own incompetence that he demonstrated not long ago and quickly shuts up. Pulling right hand out of his pocket, he would scratch his head thinking for a moment.\n\n\"So, i assume you want to get out of that staff form as soon as possible, but how do you plan on doing that? I mean, wizards who specialize in transformations are quite rare... Or so I've heard.\"\n\nHe walks over to the staff and the girl, thinking *\"Its hard to imagine such a thing. I wonder how brain dead someone would have to be to do that... Then again, i should probably tone it down, who knows what she's been through. Not to mention what she'll do to me if she ever turns back to normal!\"*"
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{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace would sigh in relief, if the Kitsune didn't reject the staff he would be nothing more than charred ash. He would clear his throat for a moment.*\n\nThe little neko is right, you should get the enchantment or spell identified so you can find a way to undo it. Though i cant go into the city directly thanks to the guard's grudge against me, especially the Capitan.\n\n*The elf would begin to think about possible entrances into the city, not to mention having to avoid guard at every possible moment. Then, a thought occurred to him* How about i just don't? *He would shrug at his own idea, loseing the staff would be a missed opportunity, but not worth it given the situation. He would have to fight off the Fire wielding Kitsune. The Neko is bound to make a run for the guards... It would be a mess.*\n\nWell, since your bound to go to the city, ill just leave this whole thing to you guys... *Looking at the kitsune he would say* Thanks for your money. *Then looking at Amsu* Thanks for your constant nagging...\n\n*He would begin walking down the road with a wave, as a farewell*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~plague, do something, reeeeee~~"
},
{
"author": "plague0886",
"message": "\"Whatever.\" *The staff said with a huff as she began to go silent. Its not like she was the one that mocked her! The man just laughed at her when she was saying how she turned into a staff, it wasn't funny! The staff instead of shooting would just stop trying to cast the spell. Ugh why did she have to meet these people she had to made some god angry or something with her experimentation of making a spell that turns people into items it would be impossible to have this bad of luck if she hadn't!*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Amsu lightly tapped his fingers against his arms as they remained crossed, his ears twitching at Horace's remark on his nagging. That man was likely irredeemable unless someone close to him would get in the way and tell him to change, so Amsu supposed there was little to do now... But that didn't mean he was forgiving him for his rudeness! The neko's focus was on the staff lady today, however, so he would just have to do his best to memorize the thief's face and get him back later.*\n\n\"... Okey Dokey. I hope everyone can be calm, now that the problematic person is gone. I could give you some silver to pay back what he *\"Stole\"* From you, but that's if we start going into the city now. Please~...?\"\n\n*Amsu was rather tired from all the yelling and `a n g e r y` vibes he had given off for most of this encounter, so he just wanted to get this over with. He'll have to get the enchantments looked over, find a place for the staff-girl to stay, come back to find his ball, then go sleep! Why has he been cursed with this!! ||:(||*"
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{
"author": "Seraphina Urazule",
"message": "\"Fine lets just go already there's no point in just stay around here and talking.\" *Seraphina would say as she waited for the two to just move already! God she just couldn't wait any longer to stop being a stupid ass stick that everybody just laughs at like yeah she did something really dumb but everybody makes mistakes right?!?*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Amsu nodded, uncrossing his arms as his tails unwrapped themselves from the little knot they put themselves in. It was time to get moving!*\n\n\"Alrighty, we shouldn't have any problems since we're so close to the city. I'll lead you two to a old man I know, I helped him with his nephew's scraped knees a few days ago. He works at a magic shop near the town square, shouldn't be too hard to get all the enchantments identified!\"\n\n*So with this, neko boy Amsu begun his attempt at leading Perséfone and Seraphina... Well mostly just the kitsune... ~~sticks can't walk~~.*"
},
{
"author": "Persefone Miyuki Firnpyre",
"message": "\"Okay. I hope he knows how to help us with this problem. Because I can't be stuck to help this thing. I mean, this *Girl*.\"\n\nPerséfone looked at the staff in her hands and then at Amsu and followed him as the kemonomimi started walking. There was no time to lose! After all, she had a lot of things to do, like training her powers and hunting for bounty. But it was good that there was still something good in her heart to help a staff become a girl again."
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{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*It was a partly cloudy but all in all dry day in New Salvainia where Ardon was doing his morning stroll. He had just recently finished a quest from some person he's never met before and after the quest he hasn't really been getting the best sleep but none the less he still continued the stroll in search of people to help! As usual he was bare from the waist up showing his large muscular form and four large arms that were waving at some of the people he recognized on the street. He wore his usual lower body armor that had the decorative red cloth that was worn and had tears on it, his head was looking about from left to right while he thought to himself what was keeping him up? Was it the quest? The fact that this person knew who he was without him ever knowing who he was? Possibly that he had to threaten to murder a family if they didn't cooperate with him? He really shouldn't be having these deep thoughts right now*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace quickly dashed down the street, he had used ``Fleet Foot`` the moment before and as such was moving very quickly. He was running from some guards, who could be seen in the distance. As for why they were chasing him, he had stolen a couple of items from a jewelry stand a while ago. He would continue moving down the street as fast as he could. Looking back towards the guards and not paying attention to what's before him, he would run straight into a muscular, 4 armed man. Perhaps knocking him over as well do to how fast Horace was moving.*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Ahhh!!!\" *Ardon quickly shouted in shock as he was thinking very deep about what he had done while staring off into the distance so he would also not notice the incredibly quick man who had bumped into him. He wouldn't be knocked down but he would take a few steps as he almost fell, quickly he'd rapidly blink and look over towards the person who hit him quickly trying to help him if he fell* \"H-Hey! Are you okay there? I'm so sorry this is all my fault I wasn't looking at where I was going. Did I hurt you? Do you need to go to a healer or something?\" *Ardon would ask the man his voice filled with genuine concern for this man, his intimidating face looked at him sadly while he questioned this masked stranger*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace would grunt as he fell to the floor, he seemed very panicked for the moment. Looking up and noticing the giant of a man who was speaking to him. Ardon's words told Horace all he needed to know about Ardon's personality and traits. He would think for a moment, standing up as he got an idea.*\n\"I need you to hide me! Hide me or im gonna die!\"\n*Horace would shout in a panicked tone, though his voice wouldn't reflect his actual mood. He was a convincing actor, or at least that was what Horace thought of himself. Horace would give what seemed like a proper explanation to Ardon, but what actually was a bunch of lies*\n\"Please, you gotta help me! You look big and strong, hide me or fight those guys off! They came after just because i refused to give them my money after they threatened me! Please!\"\n*Of course, this wasn't a complete lie, as the guards did threaten him to pay off his bounty or go to jail and they were coming after him for rejecting them. Horace thought his acting was good, and began making hand gestures to further solidify his act.*"
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{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Oh no! Okay I'll help you, its the least I can do for accidentally bumping into you and making you fall.\" *Ardon said still feeling really bad at what happened because in his mind they didn't bump really into each other. He still thinks he made the man fall, so with his large muscular frame Ardon would begin to lift up Horace with his two bottom arms and carry the man towards an alley way. He faced away from where he saw Horace coming from and did his best to use his large body to cover the man as he speed walked over to some place they could hide in. He's never really been the best at hide and seek or really hiding in general since his body was so large and his voice was so deep and loud he would always get caught cause people heard his laughs. He really did this with the random children who were looking for another person to play with and found him cool and abit funny looking but they were kids and he's never felt judged by them ever*"
},
{
"author": "Saerah Deanuntia",
"message": "*New Salvainia. A gigantic city indeed which reminded the priestess about her home.*\n*Særãh casually walked around the cobbled streets in search for the next cathedral she had to visit. An influencing Zareth pontiff ordered her, a few days ago, to investigate about praticed religions in the Empire. It was an excellent opportunity to also discover the capital as well as feeling a bit more at home, as her room -while it was fitting for the giantess- was quite monotonous.*\n*Her nostalgia and her daydreaming suddenly vanished though, as many agitated guards ran nearby. By approching her, one of them came closer and loudly asked her if she saw an elfic thief running away. Was that useful? She was tall, but she could hear just normally, there was no point in shouting.*\n`\"A thief? My, oh my, I didn't see anyone of your description right now. But anyway, please don't be too violent with him when you find him. Everyone makes mistakes.\"` *She answered. Her voice was loud -and it was understandable why- but very soothing. It seemed like she could have reasoned a killer by just speaking.*\n*The group of guards thanked her as she waved at them. She seemingly didn't notice Ardon and Horace who were hidden in the nearby alley.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Every time Ardon spoke, it solidified Horace's understanding of him. A big strong guy, whos kind but lacks brains, easy to manipulate but if he finds out, your in for a world of hurt. Horace had met a few guys by that nature before, as such he knew how to deal with them. Though Horace would be a little surprised about Ardon lifting him, he was glad that the giant followed Horace's plan, even if Ardon didn't know it. Walking over to the poorly lit alleyway, the sound of guards running past the two would be heard. Their metal armor rattling as they ran, which got Horace's interest peaked. As such his hand would begin twitching, though it would soon cease as Horace grabbed it with his other hand, as if putting a leash on a stray dog.*\n\"Ok, they're gone... Thank you for that, I suppose i owe you now? By the way, my name is Horace, what's yours?\"\n*As Horace finished the sentence, he would carefully climb out of the small net Ardon had made using his arms. Though he'd slowly realize, giving his name was probably a mistake. The elf new there were a few wanted posters out their with that name on it. If Ardon had seen one, he might be screwed. As such, Horace would quickly make his way out of the alley way, getting ready to book it if the giant new him from a poster.*\n\"Oh, would you look at the time! I've got to get going, I've got some... Stuff, yeah, some stuff to do!\""
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*Ardon was kinda confused as to why the man's hand started twitching but he didn't really think that much about it cause why should he?* \"Horace? That's a nice name! It reminds me of this really cool looking horse I saw that was black and white that ran really fast! Haha its like you but anyway my name is Ardon! Ardon Surfist\" *The large titan said as she finished his deep almost bellowing laugh, his face had a huge smile on it while his eyes squinted from the smiling. His two top arms were now crossed but one of the bottom two was extended outward towards him for a hand shake, he exited the alleyway as well as Horace moved curious to why he was in such a rush* \"Well Horace do you need help with anything? I'll gladly lend you a hand or four for free!!! Hahaha\" *He once again laughed at his own joke that wasn't all that funny, as the two exited the alley way they would now be out in the open and considering Ardon's large size and strange build he was quite the head turner for the people within New Salvania*"
},
{
"author": "Saerah Deanuntia",
"message": "*A few meters after meeting with the previous armored macens, Særãh immobilized herself as another big figure got out of a perpendicular alley. Another Titan? Now that wasn't common at all!*\n*She observed him from every angle as she stepped closer. She noticed the elf with a cornered eye, but fortunately for him, meeting with another giant made her temporarily forget about the thief which was mentioned earlier. She raised her two left hands to her mouth and cleared her throat.*\n`\"Hum. Excuse, me, kind sir? Wouldn't you happen to be a Titan, by any chance?\"` *She gently asked, although that question was pointless.* `\"My name is Særãh. I am a priestess who came from our homeland to spread our beloved Goddess' word, and I intended to visit the next cathedral in this city,.\"`\n*She wanted to glance at him further, but considering he was topless, it would have been a sin to do so. She had to stay focused on her mission. The giantess quickly found a solution to satisfy her curiosity and advance in her quest at the same time.*\n`\"Would it be too much asked to beg you for guiding me to that building, kind sir? This is the first time I get the chance to travel in the capital.\"`\n*Her lower right hand tighened the grip on her holy book because of her nervousness while waiting an answer.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace would face the now speaking Ardon, letting out a sigh of relief. Thank god he didn't realize who Horace was. There was no way Horace could compete with a giant like Ardon. Horace would attempt to calm him self from his slightly panicked state, speaking carefully.*\n\n\"A horse? Never heard something like that before... Its uh... Its nice to meet you Ardon..\"\n\n*He would take Ardon's hand, shaking it lightly, but with a firm grip. As Ardon made his remark about helping, Horace would panic again. \"God damnit! I knew his helping nature and dug myself into a hole!\"*\n\n\"Uh, no its actually fine. Now that i think about it, the work isn't as urgent as i thought. No need to help!\""
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"I actually am!! Are you aswell?!? I've never met a person who's so much like me before! Four arms and really tall too! T-That halo\" *Ardon said alittle bit shocked as he looked towards the woman that was releasing this bright shining light that was very familiar to him. He squinted alittle as he looked at the woman extending over his large muscular hand for a shake* \"Wow that halo is really bright, I can make one like that too!!!\" *Ardon exclaimed to the woman as he then began to focus and after a few seconds two bright shining halos made of gold appeared behind his head one encompassing the other as they emanated this sunlight kind of light*\n\n\"Særāh? That's a really nice name you have there, mine's Ardon! Ardon Surfist I fish and help people I meet here and its definitely not too much to ask. I think I can lead you to a cathedral here since I frequently wander about the city in my morning stroll.\" *Ardon looked intently at Horace like he expected him to say \"Yes!! And I'll definitely join and help you two find the cathedral\" If the two were both perceptive and looked within Ardon's crimson red hair within it something was shaking and moving about. Something that looked to be dark that was disturbed by the bright light that was emanated by the halo. The titan was alot less nervous and alot more excited to find out more about this other titan he was like a dog who had just met another one of its kin and desperately wants to play with them*"
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{
"author": "Saerah Deanuntia",
"message": "*The priestess displayed her delight when the male titan shined his own halo. It was always nice to meet someone like you, especially when you were a rare species.*\n`\"This is, indeed, the proof that you are one of our kind. This is a true pleasure to meet you, Sir Ardon!\"` *She positively reacted, answering at the hand shake in the process.*\n*During this very formal greeting, Ardon would've felt the titaness' hard but smooth skin, which resembled the texture of polished stone.*\n*Særãh then lowered her head toward the not-so-little Horace who hid near the muscular man. She recognized an elf figure, but she didn't established a connection with the thief that the guards told her about before. She displayed her best grin as she felt him to be scared between those two giants.*\n`\"Are you Ardon's friend? This is also a pleasure to meet you, my little child.\"`\n*She curtsied at the two people and thanked them for their kindness.*\n`\"May the Goddess bless you two, kind people. Travelling alone isn't always the most joyful thing, even if I am never truely alone...\"`\n*She stopped as a shadow agitated in Ardon's crimson hair. She raised a brow and pointed to her forehead.*\n`\"Hum. Sir? It seems like something is on your head. Probably a bird or something.\"`"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace watched as the two giants conversed, the towering figures holding a regular conversation. It was a good reminder of how people like them are normal by their own standards, while he was considered a freak. He would begin rethinking any racial bias' he had, before being cut off by the intense stare of a giant, looking down at him.*\n\"I uh... I would certainly help you, but uh... Thing is, im unsure as to where the cathedral is too. Im not exactly the religious type, so churches kinda go unnoticed for me.\"\n*Horace would release a nervous chuckle, being in the spotlight like this with giants was not a good thing. He would begin thinking of an excuse for his sudden departure. He could use the 'I have urgent business!' excuse, but that would be suspicious, even Ardon could tell something was up. He'd continue to think until the female giant called out to him.*\n\"Oh... I wouldn't say we're friends, we just met so... Y-yes, the pleasure is mine.\"\n*Horace held back a scoff from her 'my little child' remark. He had only ever been this nervous when the guards caught him for the first time, where he truly figured he was gonna die. The same feeling would come about now at the giantess continued her speech. Though she would soon stop, addressing the thing in Ardon's hair, who even Horace had failed to notice.*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Its alright Horace! We can just ask about I'm sure people would be more welcoming to someone like you rather than us.\" *As Ardon shook the woman's smooth and polished skin his would feel alot more different. It felt very rough like granite and all in all it just seemed like he had alot of callouses considering how tough the skin felt.* \"You need not worry Miss Særāh! It is indeed a bird! Its my little furrow friend Furry. Would you like to say hello to the new people Furry?\" *He addressed to the newly revealed bird at the top of his head. Slowly the furrow revealed its small beak and then its whole face before quickly crawling down from his head to his palm. It was eating a small piece of jerky that it now broke into two and offered to the elf and the titan as a sign of friendship!* \"Hehe I think he likes you guys! So umm Miss Særāh who is this Goddess person you're talking about? Cause I don't think I ever met them before.\" *He said clearly very clueless about religion and gods or really just clueless about everything*"
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{
"author": "Saerah Deanuntia",
"message": "*The priestess grinned at the puny bird. She would have approached a finger to it, but considering that the bird probably was the size of a thumb, she didn't pet it.*\n`\"Oh, hello there, cutiepie!\"` *She gently greeted Furry.*\n*After remotely petting the little furrow, Særãh tilted her head. How could've a Titan not know about his Goddess? She probably faced a young one who never even lived in the Elsewhere at all. Still, she was shocked.*\n`\"Y-You, don't know anything about Zareth's faith?! How is that even possible, oh dear!\"`\n*She hid her lips with her right hand. It seemingly was a serious concern to her. Her halo then shined brigher for a very brief instant as she explained her plan. To the two travellers.*\n`\"I know! I'll baptize you two in the Goddess' name when we'll arrive at the cathedral!\"` *She naively said.*\n*She then bent her knees to match Horace in size and softly patted his hood. If only she remembered about his true nature! But she was far too blind for that.*\n`\"And yes! Even you, little elf! You didn't find faith in the Elves Pantheon, but the Goddess will gladly welcome you with her thousand arms!\"`"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace wouldn't respond to Ardon's words, instead looking at him apathetically. The elf figured he'd have to go along with them until he can find a way to slip away. He would shrug as a response, as if saying \"Alright.\"*"
},
{
"author": "Eco",
"message": "*Appear would next to Horace, covered in dirt, wagging her mudded, fiery tail back a forth. She would look up at the two giants with an interested look, liking her chaps at the sight of the bird. She'd proceed look at Horace with a happy look.*"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace would look down at it with a sigh, kneeling down to it and petting its head*\n\"Jeez Eco... Where did you go to get so dirty?\"\n*He'd pick it up, setting her on his shoulder, the fox sitting on him,. Horace would ignore the small bird's request for friendship, instead focusing on the dirty fox on his shoulder. The elf would soon look up at Ardon with a confused look. Even he had heard about the religion of the giants. Horace had always thought that's why Ardon was always so nice, hoping to get in good with the goddess or whatever. Horace would listen to the giantess' plan, instantly finding fault in it.*\n\"Look, I dont mean to be rude, but i told you, im not religious. The last thing i want is to be baptized and forced into being a 'child of god'. This is why i avoid believers and churches, they want to shove their religion down your throat with out listening to your feelings.\"\n*Horace would mumble the last part, ending his little rant with a huff of anger.*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Uhh I don't really know anything about this Goddess you speak of Ms. Særah... Sorry\" *Ardon would say sadly as he was embarrassed that he didn't know what the woman was talking about things like gods and faith or whatever. One of his four hands would scratch the back of his fiery crimson hair while the rejected furrow would hastily crawl back ontop of Ardon's hair hiding from the fox that had seemed to taken an interest in him* \"H-How old are you Miss? Causea handfuk of the elder titans where I come from are over 500 years old but I'm merely 25 and I had left before my father could really tell me much about our kind.\" \n\n*Ardon's face was all sad and embarrassed now because one of his biggest insecurities had been poked by his own kind. He had always been embarrassed about how dumb he really was and how he didn't know much about anything. With his head down alittle he twiddled his two bottom thumbs while one of his hands held the side of his shoulder. Furry meanwhile ontop of Ardon's head would just watch the fox intensely as it was scared to come down from the Titan's red hair in fear of being caught or worse eating by them.*"
},
{
"author": "Saerah Deanuntia",
"message": "*Særãh withdrew her marbled hand from the elf's head as he expressed his point of view. It would have been hard to tell because of the sheer lack of feelings appearing on her face, but Horace's statements triggered her, her unshakeable faith being tainted by his words. Fortunately for the thief, she couldn't have expressed her feelings and had to suppress them. Still, a small rictus could've informed the others about her irritation.*\n`\"Humfh. I have no idea about how you are seeing cults across the world, my child. But I can tell you: the Goddess doesn't allow such things to happen. Everyone is free to choose, but those blessed by the Goddess will remain eternal. And that is the Absolute Truth.\"`\n*She rose her body in all of its height, her halo giving a free reminder about the holyness which inhabited those imposing humanoid creatures.*\n*She then returned to her fellow listenning, deeply to his story. He really seemed like a lost soul to the giantess' eyes at this moment, and she felt the obligation to reassure him. She would've slowly approached him and would've embraced him with three arms, the last one would've gently pushed against his head to make it rest on her shoulder. Særãh didn't know anything about tragic stories or abandonment, but she guessed thanks to his face that it was -indeed- a sad story.*\n`\"Here, rest. You still have a lot to learn and to live, my child. Fear not. That is why I put my trust in the Goddess. She gives me strength and hope.\"` *She tried to comfort the muscular Ardon. It really would've seemed like a mother reassuring her son.* `\"I've already witnessed 235 summers, my child, and I guess that I still have to witness it for at least 700 times more, if the Goddess allows it to happen.\"`"
},
{
"author": "Horace Caranaro",
"message": "*Horace wouldn't give a response after hearing about the giantess' age. After all, he met an elf who was 600 years old, so it would take a lot of years under some ones belt to impress him. He'd listen as the giantess gave her point of view, picking it apart as she went. Horace never got involved with religion, so the only interactions he's had are radicals. Horace couldn't name the number of times he's been called a heretic by some rando who approached him asking if he knew of 'The Lord'.*\n\"Stop it with the 'my child' crap, my names Horace, and im no ones kid.\"\n*Horace seemed pretty aggravated now, the giantess perpetually pissing him off. He seemed to of finally had enough, as such he would say his good byes and move away abruptly* \n\"Ardon, it was nice to meet you... Searah... It was less the pleasurable to meet you.\""
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"......G-Goodbye Horace...\" *Ardon would say sadly as one of his hands would try and give a wave. His head was still resting on the woman's shoulder as she had slowly made him rest on her, she felt some comfort but he couldn't help but feel like Horace leaving was his fault. Furry chirped in relief as the fox that had taken an interest in him had already left but he was sad about his buddy Ardon, he quickly crawled on down to his shoulders and brushed his feathers on him as a way to make him feel better but everything just seemed so sad now* \"....250 summers huh. Ms. Særāh... Why did your goddess make me a dummy. Why can't I be smart like Momo or you...\" *Ardon just said sadly as he had his four arms slumped while his body continued to rest on the titaness sadly. He really messed it up now, he made Horace upset and he's probably annoying Ms. Særāh with his dumb questions too*"
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{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "Amidst the bustling New Salvanian streets, a short, frail elf seems to be trying to push her way past the masses of people. She makes her way through the crowd to a near-empty street, lined with various shops. She sits against a wall, putting her hands before herself, as a book appears from thin air into her hands. The book's cover reads __Opinions On Soul Magic, As Compared To Sigils.__ She lets it fall open in her lap, beginning to read intently."
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Kohm cursed mentally as he tried to make his way through the downright boisterous crowd. He was pretty certain there wasn't supposed to be so many people at this time of day! Only after constant wiggling, did he finally escape the crowd, putting a hand on the wall to guide himself as he comically put some distance between the shifting mass of life from his poor, battered being.\n\nThere were just too many people- so much that his sensitive ears were almost ringing, and despite its magical nature, even his tremorsense seemed to swim in his mind's eye from the bustling atmosphere.\n\n\"Tch. What a-\"\n\nAlas, his misfortune did not end there, for before he could finish his line he accidentally bumped into someone. Nearly falling over.\n\n\"Gah!\""
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*Neia was so invested in her book that she hadn't noticed as the blind man approached closer and closer. She had just turned to the next page, as the man stumbled straight into her, knocking her over and sending her book to the floor, the pages shuffling loudly, the man possibly falling to the floor as well. She had assumed him to be a drunkard, as nobody else would be likely to walk straight into someone like this.* \n\n\"Hey! Watch where you're—\"\n\n*She then realized the man was blind, wearing a blindfold to cover his eyes. She quickly calms down.*\n\n\"Oh—I'm sorry, I hadn't realized you uh...\"\n\n*She picks herself up, moving to assist him if he needs it, her book still lying on the ground a short distance away.*"
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "\"No, no, it's my fault. The crowd was just a bit too disorienting for me.\" Kohm quickly apologises with some embarrassment, as he plucks himself into a crouch without needing assistance- it was all too easy to trip with his condition, so he had learnt quickly to reverse his fall just as quickly, picking up the conveniently close book next to him. As he does so, he glances over the title.\n\n\"Hmm, *Opinions On Soul Magic, As Compared To Sigils.*...Now this brings back memories,\" Kohm mutters to himself subconsciously, perhaps a bit louder than he had intended due to his daze."
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She sees him take the book, reading the title aloud.* \"Oh, you researched magic as well? I just assumed everyone somehow got their magic without even so much as touching a book...\" \n\n*She then takes a double-take, realizing he just read the book's title aloud.* \"Wait, how did you—I assumed you were blind, with the blindfold and all.\" *She thought about it for a moment, clearly confused.* \"I'd heard of some magi being able to augment their senses, but never of those with the ability to completely *Replace* Them...\""
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{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Hearing Neia's question Kohm decides to answer her questions. He wasn't in a hurry after all, and it had honestly been a while since he could talk to a fellow adherent of the symbological arts. Not that Moxie didn't pose interesting questions, but reiterating basics was only interesting in the context of teaching after it was already drilled into your brain as tightly as your own name.\n\nThe first line made him nearly laugh, but thankfully he stifled his throat such that no sound escaped.\n\"There are plenty of people with a talent for a spell or two, but going beyond that requires at least some study. And well, you wouldn't be wrong- I don't really have the expertise required to substitute my senses by myself, especially since no one really plans for that. Had to rely on a friend-\" Namely, Alum. His unknown savior throwing him into a random field didn't quite count, though having sharp ears did help him get around and stay alert even with his lack of eyes.\"-to do so, as it goes without saying the importance of sight for symbologists like us.\"\n\nHe leaves the obvious implication of not even being able to see your own runic work hanging in the end, as he handed Neia's book back to her- at the same time revealing the chrome of his steel arm. At this point, if anyone took a closer look they would quickly realise it was not an armoured arm, but an entirely artificial one."
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She took the book back, noticing his entirely artificial arm, though she thought it may be rude to bring up a topic such as that—she wasn't -that- socially oblivious. Instead, she dwelled on a different thing he had said.*\n\n\"You're right, nobody *Does* Prepare for that. I ought to be ready if something like that ever happens to me...\"\n\n*She quickly opens her book, flipping through a couple pages to the page she was last on, reading momentarily, but then closing it.*\n\n\"I'm sure father had a book about something like that... Was it...\" *She holds the book in one hand, the book vanishing with a subtle whooshing noise, before a new one appears in its place, emitting another whooshing noise as it appears, the new book being titled __Qozzoline's guide to your basic senses, by Qozzoline Pfhlenst__ She opens the book, beginning to read, completely forgetting she was mid-conversation.*"
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"author": "way8306",
"message": "Kohm blinks as the book replaces itself in front of him. Now it was his turn to be surprised. He had a grasp on dimensionalism, and knew how to apply it- as proven by his access to a number of summons, but he didn't expect this. It didn't quite fit with the conventions of dimensionalism he had in his mind.\n\nUnfortunately, with his access to arcane sight severed, and not yet figuring out how to replace it, he couldn't delve deeper into the makings of the key.\n\nMulling his head, Kohm ends up racking his head for any scraps of knowledge that could come in handy, contemplating the nature of the phenomenon he just saw."
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{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She continues reading her book as the man struggled to comprehend the book. She looked up from her book, seeing his look of confusion, before saying,* \n\n\"It's less moving a book from here to there, and more uh, *Replicating it*. You see, the book is simply a physical manifestation of my own magic—similar to summoning a sword, or the like. It's not quite the book that's linked to the library, but more that the library is linked to *Me*. Father may not have done much in his life, but this is certainly one of his greatest accomplishments. I doubt there are many with the power to replicate something such as this, and I'm grateful that he did.*\n\n*She felt content with the explanation she gave, continuing to read her book. Unfortunately, there *Was* Something still eating at her mind.*\n\n\"Your arms are... Artificial, are they not?\""
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{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "\"I see, I see.\" \n*Wait, did she just imply that she is attuned to an entire library?* \n\nNow that was a huge shocker and sounded like a massive undertaking, one that would take years upon years to be accomplished. \n\nIt was no legendary weapon, but such a resource would be incredibly useful to any traveling mage. \n\nReining in his composture, Kohm tries not to let his shock show and answers her question, which was far less surprising. \n\n\"Yes, they are... Lost them the same time my eyes were.\" \n\nOwing to the surprising honesty Neia has shown in regards to sharing magical information, Kohm decides to be more open with his details himself."
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She pauses for a moment.* \n\n\"That must be... A painful memory. I'm sorry I brought it up.\"\n\n*She looks back down to her book, flipping to the next page. She tries to think of some sort of conversation topic, but doesn't have nearly the social experience to know what to do in a situation such as this. She gets tired of standing in the middle of the street, moving over to the wall next to the man, opposite to the direction he was originally proceeding.* \n\n*She makes her best attempt at a new conversation topic.*\n\n\"So... What brings you to the city? Or are you a local?\""
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"author": "way8306",
"message": "\"Not a local, though I do have residence here.\" Kohm shrugs, heedless of what Neia had to say about his condition. \"My hometown is quite far off, being in Siui. Started travelling around after graduating from my master.\" It was true, his mercenary band did move around a lot. \"Only really settled down recently, had to get some peace and quiet.\" \n\nGetting maimed did not do wonders for one's capacity to travel, not to mention how utterly demoralising it was. One could recover, but they would never be the same- never quite as bold. \n\nWhile his mercenary times had tempered him into a prepared mage, his spirits were almost crushed by idyllic days he spent in a field, as bizarre as that sounded.\n\n Indeed, he was honestly considering retirement... But the moment he did, as if it were divine intervention, he ended up leading himself into capturing a notorious criminal, which made it seem as if the gods themselves were hell-bent on proving otherwise. Though of course, he still knew it was foolhardy to continue travelling with his condition, but what mattered was that he knew truly, that he still had the spirit to keep going.\n\n\"That being said, how rude of me to not introduce myself. I'm Kohm Fidres, a simple hedge mage.\" While his reference to himself as a hedge mage was both humble and self-deprecating, after the initial awkwardness and clumsiness induced through bumping into someone subsided, his demeanor and posture suggested to the observant that he still held some measure of confidence in his abilities- non-withstanding his disastrous encounter with ancient vampires, he looked like a man that knew that he had power, and more importantly knew how to harness it. \n\nThat aside, Kohm found himself getting more and more engaged in the conversation. While the time he had gone without talking to a fellow practitioner of the symbological arts helped, Neia herself had drawn his interest with her access to an entire library on-demand- in more informal, 'strictly-siui'an' terms that he kept to himself, 'a gods damn dimensional key to an entire bloody library'"
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*After his introduction, she followed with her own:* \"Neia Aeneiros, apprentice in the arts of sigiliate magic, and novice scribe.\" *Contrary to Kohm's quiet confidence, Neia had no such disposition. She knew she had the capacity to use magic, but never any of the real experience. There's only so much studying can do for you if you never apply what you know.*\n\n*She also saw through his modesty.*\n\n\"And you needn't such modesty. I know you're at least a little more powerful than you let on. You seem to have around the same aptitude for magic as I, perhaps even more. And being a Macen such as yourself, that power doesn't come easily, even for the few individuals naturally gifted.\"\n\n\"Either that, or you're an elf with a good disguise.\""
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{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "It was quite obvious to Kohm, with Neia's frail-looking constitution and with a library on hand, that spent more of her time invested in books and scholarly research rather than uncovering knowledge from his travels and spell-slinging. \n\nHe didn't begrudge such book types- everyone learned in their own way, and different methods offered differing perspectives, which Kohm always welcomed.\n\nWhen Neia saw-through his modesty, Kohm wasn't surprised, though he did mentally place Neia as being decently perspective on the scale of things. \n\nChuckling a little, he responded cheekily. \"Who perhaps, maybe I do have elven blood in my veins, one never knows. But that aside I wouldn't consider my talents to be particularly great. I just live by the simple maxim of working towards a direction. Regardless of how slow one walks, much distance will be made if it's constant.\"\n\nThat much he was honest about. Though he did have quite the aptitude for magecraft, he was no fae, and only with tireless decades of work, practical and theoretical did he reach his current level."
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{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She once again retorts his modesty, looking up from her book momentarily.* \n\n\"Well, perhaps even if you don't believe your abilities to be impressive, the fact you've *Attained* Them is more than impressive. There are individuals — even of elvenkind — that practice all their lives, and still won't reach a fraction of the power you or I have. Along with the fact that you're a Macen means this power you've gained is all the more impressive.\"\n\n*She looks back down to her book, reading for a moment, before flipping the page.*\n\n\"Although, truthfully I admire your modesty. After all, it's better to be powerful and modest than weak and arrogant.\""
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Kohm shrugged, relatively unperturbed by whatever praise Neia had to offer. \"There will always be someone that is better in some aspect. Being proud of what you have done is one thing, but being needlessly arrogant is another. Besides, aren't you an example of that?\" \n\nWhile elves could reach quite an advanced age and were generally known for immense magical aptitude, a gut feeling honed from associating with all sorts of people during his travels told him that Neia was even by his own standards, quite young.\n\nNow that he delved into that train of thought, he realised that Neia was potentially someone similar to Moxie- those of a long-lived race that are genuinely talented, allowing them to dig into their potential far faster than the lethargic pace most members of their races developed at."
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "\"I've no illusions that I'm weak compared to some individuals—such as father—but I also am aware that I am far above average in power. In my travels, I've seen naught but peasants attempting but a simple cantrip, and managing to fail. Seeing someone of your power instills hope into me. It's good to see that there are still those with the resolve to learn and attempt to master the arts of magic.\"\n\n*She turns another page, thinking for a moment, before adding,*\n\n\"It's also good I've found nobody who'll abuse power such power. Were someone to decide to use magic for their own selfish gain, there's unlikely to be anyone who could stop them.\""
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"author": "way8306",
"message": "Kohm shakes his head, mostly in pertinence to Neia's last line. \n\"Travel longer and you'll find more dedicated students and scholars of the magical arts. Unfortunately, there does seem to be a few unsavory individuals on the loose, though it's not much of a surprise. Some people just end up being strung along by their lust of power and dominance, if not other selfish desires in the same vein. One Arthur Dax however, is a particularly reviled household name at this point...\"\n\nIt should go unsaid how much of a known public menace Arthur was, such that it honestly didn't sound like embellishment nor exaggeration at this point. It was genuinely quite disgusting, that such a powerful fire mage would commit acts that went far beyond what the darkest jobs could excuse a mercenary of."
},
{
"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "\"Arthur Dax, was it? I'll keep that in mind, thank you.\"\n\n*She turns a page in her book.*\n\n\"And I suppose I *Am* Relatively untraveled... I'm sure I will find more.\" \n\n*She closes her book, disappointed that she found no information of use, dispelling it once again to summon a new one: __The Clear Superiority of Sigils Over All Other Magic__, by Istlzalthor the Opinionated.*\n\n*She then glances at the street, bustling only a few minutes ago, now almost entirely empty.*\n\n\"Well, at any rate, I'm sure we've both places to go, and the streets seem much more clear now.\""
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Kohm nods, knowing that they have pretty much exhausted all avenues for idle talk, and it was time to go their separate ways. \nHe still had gifts to buy after all. That was not to say it wasn't invigorating and refreshing talk, though.\n\"Indeed. May you fare well on your travels, miss Aeneiros.\" Kohm deciding to end the conversation in a more formal tone, speaks. \"It was unexpected, but it was quite nice talking to you. Perhaps our paths may cross again.\""
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"author": "Neia Aeneiros",
"message": "*She nods, beginning to walk into the barren street.*\n\n\"And you, mister Fidres. May fortune smile upon you.\"\n\n*She waves goodbye, making note of her page, and closing her book, dispelling it. She continues down the road, going wherever her travels take her next.*"
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Nodding a little, Kohm Fidres turns, before going his own way too. Unlike Neia, he wasn't travelling for now, but that didn't mean his life was any less interesting.\n\n\"Now, what should I get Felix? ...Fish dinner maybe?\""
},
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"author": "alex4392",
"message": "```end scene or something```"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*How far she's come, eh?*\n\n*Hitoshi found herself idly standing around, staring at the store that she once visited so many months ago. How the time flies. Once, she was naught but a glorified scoundrel, which hardly a penny to her name and some basic weapons. Now, though? Well, she has certainly learned new things. Specialised her skills. Even came to terms with some of the aspects of herself that ordinarily she would've buried deep down and pretended don't exist. And... While her head was still full of nasty things to say about her, some of which she deserved, she was happy. Damn it, she was kind of happy with life now.\n\nWell... Besides that \"She\" Part. Which.. Wasn't anticipated, but she had to work around it. There were a few too many times where the newfound female found herself staring at her own face in mirrors or reflections, inadvertently thinking about what a cute chick that woman was... Only for the logical side of her brain to promptly remind her that it was her own reflection. ~~A little embarrassing.~~\n\nThere was also the, err... More icky parts. One of which she was going through right now. Considering that Hitoshi was pretty new to this whole \"Woman\" Ordeal, that time of the month was still... Very, very powerful with her emotions. Uncontrollable crying over so much stupid things. Sometimes deserved. Sometimes... Not.\n\nHitoshi is brought back to reality by a forceful shove to the floor from some random unwashed thug, throwing her to the filthy paving underneath.*\n\n\"Watch it, you stupid bitch!\"\n\n*Lovely. Hitoshi brushes the dirt and filthy water off her face, before getting back up... And noticing a bounty poster hung up on a nearby alley wall. Bearing her friend's face.*\n\n*The tears came slowly, but after a while, Hitoshi finally let it all out, the poster slipping from her grasp and uselessly floating away with the wind as she slid down the wall and wept. Before, she would've never done this, but now? Fuck it. This was a deserving moment, anyway.*"
},
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"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Yeah, it had been a while since she came back to the city.*\n\n*Artoria had found herself in the city once more, after days of aimlessly waiting by for the Boss's next job request. This hiatus had been going on for a while now; was it possible that he was dead? Yeah... That didn't seem too likely, considering how secretive the boss was about his identity. She recalled a story about a certain mafia boss that had acted the same way; in fact, in the story, the aforementioned mafia boss had his own identity split into two parts. That was how anxious the man was about keeping his identity a secret, though Artoria could guess with a bit of certainty that this wasnt the case with the boss. Oddly enough, the two entities in reality and in the story were both referred to as 'The Boss' - an odd detail, but a humorous one as well.*\n\n*For the most part, she was settling quite well into her new body, a transformation she could never have been able to telegraph in her life. She didn't even know that magic that could change someone's sex existed in the first place. It wasn't mentioned in any of the books she had read as a child, but to be fair, they all specialized in mastering control over elemental magic rather than utility. She would never have thought about researching something like this when she was younger, but that might have also been due to the fact that she didn't necessarily research; it was more so she skimmed through what she found relevant to her own magic, leaving all the notes and theories and everything else alone. After all, you weren't going to recite an entire theory in battle; why did she need to study them in the first place?*\n\n*With her new body, there were quite a few discrepancies which she had yet to grow accustom to. People hitting on her at bars, struggling to fit into her own armor (she procured an enchantment that made it quite comfortable a while back), and the fact that the face staring back into her when she saw a shimmering puddle of water was not her own. Technically it was, but she would never be able to grow use to the sensation of looking into a mirror and seeing a face that was not yours. It was quite... Surreal, to say the least. Leaving out the details of the more, ah, personal complications, everything was going somewhat well. She found herself gazing back at the general store where she had met Hitoshi a while back; he wondered if that crazy shop owner was still inside. It was quite nostalgic, wasn't it?*\n\n*Her attention had snapped towards an oriate holding a poster in an alleyway, one of Artoria's old face. At first, she was thinking of taking her out right then and there; having to deal with another bounty hunter was NOT what she wanted to deal with today. However, that thought had disappeared once the oriate had let go of the poster, the piece of paper leaving her grasp and flowing off into the wind. A big bout of crying shortly followed, making Artoria truly realize who the voice belonged to. Once she heard that familiar voice, it was clear who it was: it was Hitoshi, and she was sobbing.*\n\n*She reached her hand out to her friend, who was still in the alleyway, before pulling back; wouldn't it be a problem if she recognized her? Well, that wouldn't be realistic, would it? Artoria, even though she had the same mind as 'Arthur', was essentially a completely different person. Would it really be any harm to pose as a stranger to comfort her friend?*\n\n*Walking towards the alleyway, she put her hand on Hitoshi's shoulder, gulping as she approached.* \"Hey, anything wrong H-\" *She was about to say 'Hitoshi', before realizing that it would be completely suspicious if she had. She stopped at the 'H' sound, anxious about what Hitoshi's reply was going to be.*"
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"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Shit.*\n\n*As soon as Hitoshi finished asking Artoria this question, she realized that she had completely overlooked the fact that her sword and armor, with the latter being changed slightly as to fit a woman's anatomical figure correctly, were still one and the same from before her transformation. When she imagined that Hitoshi wouldn't recognize her identity, she was so fixated on the appearance of her own face and body that she wasn't able to identify the things that would stand out the most. If she remembered, she could have quickly stuffed her belongings into her backpack; the crying Hitoshi probably would have... Well, continued crying as Artoria could have done away with her armor, at the very least. However, she remembered that aside from the armor, she did not have a seperate change of clothes; being stark naked in the middle of the city was, obviously, one of the lowest things on her own 'to do' list.*\n\n*That being said, she really couldn't come up with a good excuse as to how she acquired the armor and weapon. Obviously she couldn't say she had killed Arthur Dax; that would attract suspicions from all parties, especially the authorities, seeing that one simply couldn't 'Kill' the man. As for the black blade? She hadn't recalled ANYONE with a weapon such as this. It was especially reforged into it's current coloring when she had visited Dragor, a hill lora, a good while ago. The likeliness of some random mercenary or bandit obtaining such an item was, obviously, quite low. What to do...*\n\n\"Well, I-\" *She stopped. She had to choose her next words carefully, otherwise Hitoshi would have suspicions on who 'she' truly was.* \"Some asshat put a false bounty on my head a while back, and I got these when I looted the hunters that were after me. That's... Kinda how the story goes. Sorry if you were expecting something more... Dramatic?\""
},
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi narrows her eyes at the woman. \"False bounty\"? Yeah, alright. As for the armour and weapon, that explanation seems... Off? Of course, you do get blacksmiths with a particular style... So maybe it's that? Except... Again, something feels off about that description. Wrong, you know? There's a consistent style, and then there's \"I've seen that exact sword before\".\n\nWith Artoria's lies, Hitoshi is less and less convinced that this woman is anyone else. But... In the off chance that it's not Arthur, albeit in a similar position to her, Hitoshi is just witch hunting some poor woman who did nothing wrong. It's better to let a guilty man go free than punish an innocent one, right?*\n\n*And again, if this really is Arthur... Hitoshi can't bring herself to do it. Ugh. Why the hell not? Hitoshi can't help but thank the gods that it was her Arthur met (him?) and not her brother, Akira. Who knows what he's up to?\n\n\n\n\"Fucking Akira. You backstabbing bastard. We were supposed to be going it together after they died. But you fucking left me when you had the chance. Didn't even tell me about it. Hope you're dead. Piece of shit.\"*\n\n*Hitoshi sighs and rolls her eyes. Why is she doing this for Arthur?*\n\n\"No, that was silly of me. I just wondered, is all...\"\n\n*Hitoshi gets up and sighs again, wistfully this time and folding her arms loosely.*\n\n\"You know, I met the first friend I ever had in this place right here. He's long gone now. Don't know where he's at... Just hope he's okay.\"\n\n*Blood runs thicker than water, and Hitoshi does consider Arthur to be blood. The closest thing to blood she's had in a long time besides Mevis, anyway. If it's indeed just some random lady, it's nice just to talk about these things. But... If it is Arthur, then Hitoshi hopes he realises how much shes missed her first friend here. And how heartbroken Hitoshi feels, now that Arthur left them.*"
},
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"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*And... There it is.*\n\n*Somehow the thought had crossed Artoria's mind that Hitoshi would, in her mildly-depressed state, start talking about her (his?) first meeting with Arthur in front of this very store. After all, the conditions that they found themselves in were almost a recipe for something of the sort to occur: Familiar store? Check. A friendly stranger that shows up to spontaneously comfort an unfamiliar face? Check. Said stranger has familiar gear to an old friend? Check, check, check.*\n\n*Hitoshi, at least in Artoria's eyes, never seemed to be quite the sappy type. She - well, he at the time - fit the \"Stoic, silent\" Type quite well, if one only scratched the surface of his personality. Even though they had met after Arthur's rampage in defiance against the New Sunlight guild, she hadn't changed much internally. When Arthur followed Hitoshi into that lone alleyway, much like how events were playing out now, she spoke with a gray, sentimental tone in her voice. However, now? Now there were fleeting, graceful hints of emotion in her friend's voice. Even though she had stopped crying, Artoria could sense that Hitoshi was still deeply bothered inside. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that, in a sense, it was like a pain that was eternally inflicting harm on someone. The black kitsune, upon realizing this, felt a pang of shame dig into her side. She never expected a reaction like this from her friend. Upon continuation of her spiel, she felt a stab of guilt dig into her spine when Hitoshi finished with... \"Don't know where he's at, just hope he's okay.\"*\n\n*There was an old saying that Artoria had been told in times past: Blood runs thicker than water. Years ago, he thought about it in the most literal fashion - \"Aren't they both liquids, though? That can't be right. It doesn't make sense!\" - and even when she finally had learned the meaning, she threw the knowledge away with a bittersweet thought. Water, blood, whatever it was - as long as it ran and flowed, it was all the same. It was almost synonymous with how people seemed to be; all faces she'd seen on her travels, all the incoherent passerby that crossed roads with her unknowingly, all the faces of her targets, all the bits of singed flesh and burning buildings... They were all the same. Blood doesn't run thicker than water. In fact, it was quite alike to water. There was no difference between the two, besides the fact that one was colored crimson, while the other was clear. A friend wouldn't jump in front of an arrow to save you. A friend wouldn't risk their own life to save your own. Anyone with rational thought and a desire to live would obviously choose themselves over someone else. Artoria had made the notion that only families with deep, carved bonds could accomplish such an action. Not the hollow relationships of two that have barely met. Hell, her two friends, even though they were some of her most sacred treasures in the world, were after her! The thought of that betrayal, the thought of that treacherous behavior brought forth even more articles for the quote, \"Blood runs thicker than water. It was the everlasting assurance that stood in the kitsune's mind.*\n\n*And yet... It would seem that her previous notation would be challenged from what she'd just witnessed and heard from her friend in front of her. Hitoshi obviously had a shattered heart over Artoria's own actions. Artoria, however, just hadn't noticed. She was so blind and hellbent on walking her own path that she hadn't bothered to reflect on the fact that each time she did something 'wrong' or 'evil', she was creating an even deeper wound in her friends' hearts. It was shameful for her; she'd always been selfish, but even she had a limit to how self-righteous she could be. When she took on more tasks from the boss, she was turning the shards of hearts into dust. When her bounty accumulated, the dust turned into particles. And when she would get caught, those shards would scatter off into the wind - too late to reassemble into something whole. Ever since she came to Ramul Ta, Hitoshi and Mevis had been the only ones she'd ever held dear in her own heart: the only ones she'd treated like family. It was as if they were all akin... In blood. She had a personal agenda which she always put at the forefront, but an infinitesimal distance behind it was the agenda of her close companions, it would seem.*\n\n\"You... It sounds like you really do care for your friends, Hitoshi.\" *The woman started, a mixture of shame and respect lining her voice.* \"I'm sure wherever your friend is - he's ok. He could be thinking about you right now, even. If you two were close, if the bonds between the both of you were as thick as blood, I'm sure he wants to get back to your side as well.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*\"You screwup. You're nothing but a screwup! Look at what you've done! Call yourself an artificer, do you? How can you screw something up **This** Badly then!? Aren't students of the Arcane Sea supposed to be **Intelligent?**\"*\n\n*Moxie is having a moment. The shop she owns has been closed for a while now, and her savings are suffering for it. Felix has no idea what to say to her, and has just been sitting at the counter for hours now, bored out of his skull. Since Moxie accidentally broke Phil's summoning rune when she had a \"Big idea\" To improve him, he's been completely gone. For days now. Moxie has done little but lie in her bed crying her eyes out, and snapping at Felix for even daring to talk to her or say **Anything.** And considering he can't go anywhere unless she goes there too... There's not much for him to do. He never really cared for Moxie's work enough to learn anything beyond the bare basics, and being confined in the house/smithy is dull. Watching paint dry would be a fun alternative.*"
},
{
"author": "Felix, Nox's Sniper",
"message": "\"Fuckin' 'ell, Gods, you let me survive Amongko for this?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Felix groans and rubs his head firmly. What the hell is he supposed to do here? He isn't built for emotional support, he's built to shoot things with a bow!\n\nFelix internally asks, no, pleads to the gods above that Kohm visits. It would make for a nice distraction, and for a minute take his mind off of wishing he had the capacity to kill himself rather than face the miserable Oriate.*"
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Kohm coincidentally comes back at this moment, whistling. These few months were peaceful, and quite alright, all things considered. Moxie was coming along nicely, and even able to start experimenting with runes (under strict supervision, that is), and life around the city always never failed to give him something interesting, even when he wasn't doing anything but walking around.\n\n In fact, Kohm even had an idea these days regarding how to-\n\nComing face to face with the closed storefront, Kohm paused for a moment.\nThis wasn't right. It was barely afternoon!\n\nThinking for a bit, he knocked on the door with a frown, not thinking too much at the moment."
},
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Felix clasps his hands together and plants his head on top of them, sighing deeply.*"
},
{
"author": "Felix, Nox's Sniper",
"message": "\"Dear Gods above, please accept my apology for being so impolite...\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Sometimes the Gods really **DO** Listen to your problems after all! Felix opens the door, and smiles upon seeing a familiar face.\n\nGoddamn, Kohm looked... Different... These days, now that the Felinid summon thinks about it. Much more wizened. Felix can remember the guy having a much more young, almost innocent looking face. Now though? There's something almost intimidating about him. Terrifying, even. Although Felix is not particularly intelligent, he hazards a guess that his gut instinct is almost trying to warn him that Kohm Fidres has become a very powerful force indeed. It's a bizarre feeling. It's not as though the runic mage has done anything to **Prove** That testimony. It's just that... Who knows, really. Maybe it's how much healthier Kohm looks, or how much more confident he appears. Maybe it's just the fact that Felix has went from being able to understand his teachings to simply hearing utter gibberish when he teaches the young Oriate of the runic arts.\n\nMaybe Kohm has just been this much of a force of nature the whole time. You know that feeling? That feeling in your stomach, you get when you look upon the mightiest people, the strongest, or simply the best at their craft? Felix feels that now. Maybe it's just old wisdom kicking in.*\n\n*Anyway. Friend here. Felix should shut up and start talking.*"
},
{
"author": "Felix, Nox's Sniper",
"message": "\"Bloody hell, you've come at the right time. For me, anyway. She's been lyin' here, feelin' sorry for herself after she broke Phil' thingamajig, and I've been stuck here for days now.\"\n\n\"Right, 'nuff about me, where the fuck have you been, mate?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Felix smiles at the last phrase and leans on the doorframe. Considering that Kohm knows the cat very well, he should probably know by know that harsh language and friendliness are one and the same to him.*"
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Kohm's frown intensified, unaware of Felix's inner thoughts.\n\"I'm doing fine, but mind repeating the first bit? Moxie did what now?\"\n\nOh, gods. Didn't he specifically warn her regarding being too risky with her experimentation? At least she was fine, but poor Phil...\nRegardless, hopefully it shouldn't be too much of a problem. Moxie at least knew enough to not sever a summoning contract by accident.\nStill, he had to check up on the situation, immediately. \"Well, I'll tell you a few interesting stories later. Mind leading me to her?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*With a dreading \"Mmhmm\", Felix gets up and shows Kohm to the queen's quarters.\n\nAs the two men approach the door, some quiet but absolutely heartbroken sobbing becomes more audible. Felix groans slightly and rubs his face again. It's incredibly obvious that he doesn't fancy dealing with the moody Oriate very much. The young woman was always someone hard to deal with.\n\nThe young Oriate had a drive and passion for life unmatched by most... With none of the attention span or common sense that those same people have. Dealing with her is best described as being like dealing with an actual fox: on the good days, you have a friendly, compassionate, intelligent creature on your hands. On the bad days... You have the opposite, and it can often be hard to prepare for either. Felix certainly thinks that, anyway.*"
},
{
"author": "Felix, Nox's Sniper",
"message": "\"Here's the princess. If you're wanting to talk to her so bad, go ahead. You're probably gonna have more luck with her than me.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Felix looks at his claws like most people look at their fingernails as he says this, a hint of frustration in his voice. Sure, he deeply cares for her, but **Good Gods above**, if she doesn't piss him off half the time and confuse him the other half.*\n\n*Felix leaves, cracking his shoulders back as he does so. He doesn't want to say it because it would make him look like an ass, buuuut he's glad Miss Von Starke is someone else's problem now.*"
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"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*Many people who frequented bars and taverns within New Salvainia would see the uncommon sighting of a large titan drinking a mug of ale or beer. His emotions as fickle as the weather while drinking either from sorrow or joy, anger and even fear. Tonight... Was a strange night to be sure as he sat down on the floor of the bar, his feet were crossed while within it were two small figures a strangely shaped rock? And a long feathered creature. The titan's large calves and thighs encompassed the two like walls within a house as he talked and played with them while having a drink on one of his hands. These were the times when having 5 hands were the best!*\n\n\"Hmm Furry how long do you think Rocky is gonna sleep for? Its been a while to be honest a few days have already passed and he still hasn't moved since I got him. Do you think he's scared? Or maybe sad?\" *Ardon asked Furry and the tiny creature would just respond with happy chirps before pecking the side of the strange malformed rock before spinning around it. A big hearty laugh escaped Ardon as he watched the cute sight of his little buddies playing about. He's so happy he got himself the golemling ~~Completely unaware that the \"Golemling\" Is infact not a golemling anymore and is simply just a sad lifeless rock~~* \"Haha! Do you like Rocky, Furry? I'm not exactly sure but I think he likes you too.\" *Due to the man just being so large and loud many of the people in the bar would just watch from the sidelines trying their best not to make eye contact but just judging the man silently as he talked to a bird and a rock while on the floor. At the very least this whole thing would be a great distraction for him to not think about how the changed don't seem to be stopping any time soon*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*By the Gods, it hurts. It still hurts so much.*\n\n*Ever since Hitoshi's lack of intelligence was punished so harshly with a near death experience that consisted of a huge spear to the lung, life has lost its energy, the energy that she so foolishly believed would carry for months, maybe even years.*\n\n*Hitoshi couldn't sleep properly. Coughing and spluttering horribly any time she adjusted her position, making an awful, hoarse sound. Lying on her side and feeling a sharp sting where the spear landed. Had it healed quickly and properly, maybe she'd be fine. But alas, none of her group had good medicinal skills or magic... The only reason she was lucky enough to survive was through a convenient reappearance of a slight mutation the Salamander Clan must have created through her body, that of a Macen's blood clotting. Had that not happened...*\n\n*Well. No use dwelling on what could have been. Wearing an ordinary, more Salvanian choice of clothing, Hitoshi walks into a nearby tavern just to get something proper to eat for once, treat herself to something. May as well... The wound will probably put her out of commission for a while.*\n\n*As the Oriate walks into the bar, she notices her old friend... And begins to smile, before coughing once. That one **Was** A healthy cough... Until it spurs on the wound-induced coughing...*\n\n*Hitoshi gets back up and leans on a nearby chair, ~~thank the Gods it isn't **That** Chair~~ and noticed everyone's eyes secondarily focusing on her. Of course, Ardon is the main focus, what with his... Mutations, but Hitoshi also sticks out like a sore thumb. Her bizarre behaviour, as well as her race (after all, Kitsune are a very rare species) make her immediately strange to these uneducated peasants, a few of whom subtly place their hands where their wallets are or check their purses as Hitoshi passes, meeting Ardon.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"Hey! Uhh... Fancy meeting you here!\""
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"HITOSHI!!! HI! How are ya?!?\" *Ardon would shout out happily as one of his top hands would wave about towards the woman, his face having a big wide grin on it as he saw a familiar face hmm... Maybe not that familiar since most of the face was actually covered when the two of them talked but still! The voice was something he didn't like to forget, really he didn't like forgetting the people he's met in general.* \"Have I introduced you to my new little friend here? Hehe\" *Ardon would carefully begin to pick up the malformed rock and raise it up towards Hitoshi showing it like how a little child shows off his new toy to his friends. The kitsune would be able to see the small pile of rocks that vaguely look like a golemling yet unmoving and stagnant* \"I don't know if its a girl or a boy but I named him rocky. My friends told me that he's a golemling isn't that cool?!?! I think he's sleeping though, ever since I got him he's liked to sleep... Alot.\" \n\n*As Ardon mentioned it he'd use one of his large fingers to just gently poke its head before staring at it intently waiting for a reaction. As Ardon showed off the rock Furry would crawl up from the titan's leg up to his torso then to his arm where he'd chirp at Hitoshi for a hello before awaiting patiently for food. One could tell that Ardon was incredibly giddy about this pile of rock so much so that he's even been trying to feed it hard tack and jerky for quite a while now. He didn't know what to feed the golemling so he just fed him what he tried feeding furry*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi would hold her ears and wince as Ardon's vocal cords assaulted her eardrums, and then look at the thingamajig he wants to show her so badly. Oh cute, a... Rock.*\n\n*Oh wait... Oh no... That's a dead golemling. Oh, that's just sad.*\n\n*Hitoshi pulls a... Rather concerned expression and wrings her hands as Ardon gushes over his brutalised Golemling corpse. On one hand, well... She doesn't know Ardon that well, but she knows that if he's pissed off at her it won't end well for the 5 feet tall Kitsune. On the other hand... What kind of monster would just let Ardon play with a golemling corpse?*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"Uhh... Umm... Ar-Ardon? I think it's... I'm not sure it's just sleeping, buddy.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi winces some more at this retroactively gruesome and depressing scene. It's probably very blunt to say this, but well... Someone needs to. Hitoshi takes a few steps back as she says this, preparing for... Something unpleasant.*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Huh? What do you mean its not sleeping? What else could Rocky be doing aside from that? They have their little eye thingies not glowing like they're closed and they aren't moving! They're sleeping... Right?\" *As Ardon spoke a confused tone and expression began appear on his face and form in his voice. It was like the idea of Rocky not actually sleeping was foreign to him. He had already convinced himself for days that the golemling was simply sleeping due to exhaustion from the fight they had done before he tamed him. He quickly looked towards Furry in hopes that he had the answer to his questions, upon looking at him the bird just began happily chirping about once more before crawling on up to the top of his head clearly unaware of what was happening since well he is a bird.\n\nArdon would begin examining the pile of rocks on his hand closer in hopes of finding what's with Rocky before Hitoshi spells it out to him. The way he looked at it with his large blue eyes staring deep into the rock...* \"*Is Rocky hungry?\"*\""
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*...Okay, it seems as though the simple minded Titan doesn't understand what Hitoshi meant. Another awkward silence ensues as Hitoshi wonders how to courteously inform the Titan of the beast's death.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"Uhh... I-I think it's... I'm sorry but I think it's... Dead...\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Oh boy. How is the Titan going to react to this? Get angry? Sad? Or just stay in utter denial about the situation? Hitoshi internally pleads for the latter.*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"W-What?\" *Ardon's face was emotionless at first as he tried to process what Hitoshi had told him. He blinked for a few moments before his face slowly started to contort, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth created a frown* \"B-But I spent days with Rocky! H-Has he always been dead?\" *Ardon's eyes began to tear up but he tried his hardest to not shed a tear so his face was just that look where you really really wanna cry but at the same time you really really don't cause big boys don't cry and you don't wanna make your parents angry cause you are crying. I'VE BEEN CARRYING ROCKY'S BODY FOR DAYS WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING IT AND I'VE BEEN SHOWING IT TO ALL MY FRIENDS AND THEY DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME HE WAS DEAD AHHHHHHH!!!!!!*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*...Hitoshi sits down, taking a chair from the bar and sitting as she looks around wondering how the hell to react to the emotional outburst the Titan is having. How... How is she meant to react to this? She has absolutely no idea on how to act now that the simple minded man has had the news broken to him.*\n\n*As a side note, she surreptitiously checks what she has on her person. Although she is unarmoured, she still carries many concealed weapons on her person... She has a knife attached to her boot and hidden under her trousers, as well as having the sheath and handle be coloured similarly to her actual trousers, about three war darts are strapped to her chest under her shirt, and of course she carries her ninja-to at all times. Simple weaponry to carry on your person, but deadly.*\n\n*Noticing all the stares leading her way, she sighs and turns to Ardon again, wiping her hair from her forehead and out of her eyes... What the hell is she supposed to do with this man?*\n\n*Instead, she just sits there awkwardly, waiting for a better chance to talk this out... She doesn't fancy talking it out in the middle of this open crowd. There's not being bothered about fitting in and then there's... Acting like a tool.*"
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"H-Hitoshi... Can you... C-can you help me bu-bu-bury Rocky.\" *Ardon struggled to say it as he held the pile of rocks with both hands while he sniffled alittle bit from his nose. He was still really sad about the whole thing with Rocky but he needed to give his friend a proper burial like the burials he's given many times to Phishy The Fish, Doggo The Dog and Montague The Toad. Slowly and sadly he'd stand up from the floor to walk towards the door before turning back and waiting to see if Hitoshi was gonna come, his big blue eyes staring deep into hers as he really needed a friend right now to go through this rough time with and she was the only friend that was in a 10 feet radius around him.* *\"I also don't know h-how to w-write stuff so I-I need help writing R-Rocky's name...\" *He was alittle shy stating the fact that he didn't know how to write, the whole thing was kinda really hard for him. Well in truth he did know how to write just not very well and spelling was also very difficult for him. Its something he's struggled with alot in his life but that didn't matter right now. What mattered was Rocky's funeral*"
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{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*Upon exiting the establishment he'd quickly begin looking for any patch of dirt he could see before kneeling down to it and digging the dirt with his bottom hands. A slow trickle of tears running down his dark red cheeks before he placed the pile of rocks onto the deep hole* \"G-Goodbye... Rocky I loved you alot... A-and I still do! I'll miss you okay. Everytime I look at a rock I'll remember you\" *His eyes would turn towards Furry before quickly the bird would give a few chirps for Rocky after which he'd then look towards Hitoshi awaiting intently for some words too. Ardon cared alot for his pets and this was how he acted for pets he knew for three or so days, one could wonder how he acted towards a creature like Furry that he's already know for more than one month*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Uhh... What-what's she supposed to say? She knew the rock creature... And it was dead. Right from the start.*\n\n*Hitoshi needs to think of something to say... But what **CAN** She say about it!? That it was dead the moment it met her? That Ardon accidentally carried around its corpse for 3 days and didn't realise until it was spelt out to him!? What!?*\n\n*Hitoshi isn't an awful liar, but usually she stuck to the \"Omission of truth\" Kind of lies. Actual, full on lying she's nowhere near as good at. Hell, whenever she disguised herself as someone else during her unfortunate time as a Salamander she'd just lean on everyone else to tell the bare faced lies for her and she'd piggyback. Either that, or she'd try to tell a lie that was **Technically** True. Because while she can lie, she has some obvious tells that anyone analytical and intelligent (say, Zed) can immediately pick up on.*\n\n*So... Let's try to improve that part...*\n\n*Hooray for lying...?*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa, the Salamander",
"message": "\"Well... I didn't know Rocky for long, but anyone who was a good friend of Ardon's is a good friend of mine. Good luck, little guy.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*It's certainly a little sad that the golemling died, but... Hitoshi isn't sure what she'd be able to say about the damn thing. What can she really say besides that?*\n\n*Nonetheless, Hitoshi bows her head for a moment and mourns alongside Ardon, and more **For** Ardon, really. The poor bastard was obviously attached to it, even if he didn't know it for very long.*\n\n*She gently places a hand on Ardon's.. Forearm. It would've been the shoulder, as a display of solidarity, but... Well, she can't exactly **Reach** That high.*"
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{
"author": "Athena Memori",
"message": "*Athena could be found taking a walk throughout the cityscape, occasionally giving a second glance to a passerbyer. It seem this woman was always thinking, calculating, and pandering more often than not things she could not control. The city life reminded her of chaos— controlled chaos. With everyone hastily leaving and going, buying and selling, working and resting. . .Athena never really liked the city, aside from its architecture. She wasn't a people's person in the slightest, but she knew how to handle a social situation if needed. Athena could feel herself jumping from thought to conclusion every few seconds to the point she hadn't even realized she'd stopped walking altogether. Before looking into the crowd in front of her, she spotted a familiar face. It was at this point she rubbed her temple and remembered the __man__ in that cave long ago, why was it lingering in her mind so long? Weeks—months after the incident. Why couldn't she forget her fatal mistake that day. . .*\n\n*She pivoted in place, looking at the endless taverns, homes, and street side shopkeepers with a exasperated look on her face. As if she hadn't lived in New Salvainia her whole life. She would take a breather before refocusing on what she was doing prior—. Which she had forget in the midst of her thinking, she placed a her fist to her chin as she tried to remember, she became murmuring to herself*\n\n\"I went for a walk to go get... Food?—No. . . —Ink? . . . Hmm. . . Goddamnit, what did I leave the house for? . . .\""
},
{
"author": "Angelo Oakenheel",
"message": "*Along the way, Angelo was minding his own business, greeting people while walking past. He took a few stops to buy food, but he also knew shelter was really important. No one suspected that he was an elf, because his ears were hidden by his hat. Angelo continued to walk, eating fruit he had bought with his money. Some people just seemed very suspicious of him, as if he weren't their kind, but they went back to work not worrying as much. He notices a woman in the distance, and approached her while she seemed to be in her own world* **Hello, there.** *Angelo greeted her with a friendly salutation, and bluntly requested an explanation of his altered manner. He hesitated a moment; then, looking her frankly in the eyes and said* **I do not think I'm going in the right direction, and I don't have a place to stay, could you help me?** *He wasn't the type to ask for help, but he was desperate and didn't want to get into any trouble*"
},
{
"author": "Athena Memori",
"message": "*Athena snapped back to reality when she saw the hand motion, Her eyes would follow their hand before she stopped to take note of the persons hat, then face. Athena to be quite frankly was taken back by the gesture and waved..*\n\n\"Greetings.—\"\n\n*Athena raised her eyebrow before glancing back to the taverns, she had passed a few times and noted. She'd point to taverns behind him. Seemed he was in a hurry however*\n\n\"You passed quite a few inns, most of them are easy to spot if your looking for them. You must be new here... I'd suggest a cheaper one a few blocks from here if you just want a place to stay the night and leave the next day... Cause their service usual does dwindle overtime and people there aren't usually the nicest. But it's shelter, the more expensive ones are self explanatory, good service but bad for your savings... Walk with me I'll show you.\"\n\n*Athena although usually cautious, wasn't quick to jump the gun on judgement. He could very much be someone from the outskirts of Salvainia or from a Different region altogether it wouldn't hurt to ask.*\n\n\"Where you from?...\""
},
{
"author": "Angelo Oakenheel",
"message": "**The Taverns? What about a safer place?** *Angelo suggested encouragingly. But he knew it was useless; for it is easier to move to the Taverns because they were available. He stood still, staring at her with an apple in his mouth, which made his talking sound muffled and takes it out of his mouth.* **I am opposed to further search.** *Angelo replied, nervously picking at the Apple's skin after she asked where she was from, but he only gave her a hint* **Honestly, it's complicated.** *Angelo said, glancing down, at the same time involuntarily giving a kick at the ground. The smooth bit of rock dislodged itself and rolled out of the loosened gravel at his feet.*"
},
{
"author": "Athena Memori",
"message": "*Athena wasn't having it, her face scanned him as if he was truly being serious at his request. She had encountered enough individuals to know those signs, her demeanor would shift back to normal as she spoke.*\n\n\"Well follow me, I show you better altern—\"\n*Athena would be in a state of bewilderment, as he mentioned that he couldn't specify his origins or previous place. She began to walk, enticing him to follow.*\n\n\"Oh-hoho...! Bold request indeed... Aren't many who ask to encompany someone in there home without knowing them... I need your name at least sir and tell me where your from.\""
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{
"author": "Angelo Oakenheel",
"message": "**You seem eager to know.** *Angelo said, showing his white teeth in a smile, as he begin to walk following the young lady. He did not want to answer her questions just yet but did anyway.* **You see, I'm an elf. Woodelf kind. I just don't think It'd be clever to turn back and travel back home.** *The elven bard answered, pulling at his sleeves nervously and looking down.* **On second thought, have you heard of a giant-killer? I know all about the werewolf, and Jeanne-la-Flamme, and the Man in Purple Tatters, and—O dear me, I know lots more.** *This is when he was being random, and started mentioning stories he knew about, hoping she wouldn't mind his presence despite his race, lightening up the mood abit.*"
},
{
"author": "Athena Memori",
"message": "\"Eagered to know so I'm not housing a criminal—or worse in my residency...\"\n\n*Athena would mockingly gasp as she froze in place before turning towards the man and walking backwards. Her tone would be lowered as she acted surprised at the fact he was indeed an Elf—! Actually, she was a tad bit surprised. It was kinda one of her goals in life to learn more about the other races. She spoke softly to not reveal his identity to the streets of Salvainia*\n*\"You... An Elf?—Wood Elf? Oh a my... What did you do back home?... \"*\n\n*If it wasn't clear, she was being sarcastic.*\n\"Giant killer...? Werewolf...? Jeanne-thy-Flamme?... Purple men?... What are you on about... Tell me more.\"\n*The two would approach the residence, from the outside it was two stories tall. She'd wait for the man to give his name. Once again asking for safety*\n\"Listen, I'd would ever so intrigued by your great stories and tales a lot more... If only you could be so kind to give your name, If you don't I'll be forced to give you an alias or a really bad nickname. Like ears!— Or better yet wooden ears!... And I really don't want to it's a hassle and tedious to do.\""
},
{
"author": "Angelo Oakenheel",
"message": "Angelo was listening to what she had to say, watching her react to what he had said, avoiding eye contact as he noticed they are approaching close to a residence that is two stories tall.* Nevermind that... He'd forget about the stories she mentioned, huffing out a sigh when as she said \"Wooden ears\", he felt embarrassed while hiding his face with the hat. Don't be flippant, I'm not made of trees and plants. That would be nonsense. My name is Angelo, and your name is?**"
},
{
"author": "Athena Memori",
"message": "\"Athena, Pleased to meet you.\"\n*She'd turn her back towards him as she entered her home and awaited him to join her. When he stepped in he'd notice the house being fully furnished, bookshelves, a fire place, quite a few tables. The house was rather big for one person, the atmosphere was more comfortable and dimly lit as the light inside consisted of lanterns or candles. There were a stairs that lead up to the second floor where there were 5 doors that lead to other rooms amongst the building*\n\n\"It's been awhile since I have invited someone over, let alone have them spend the night. Don't make me regret it, you may chose one of the four rooms upstairs... But as for now enlighten me. Tell me more about Sir Angelo the Wood Elf. Let's pass the time.\""
},
{
"author": "Angelo Oakenheel",
"message": "**Ah, perfect, just the place I need. Thank you so much.** *Angelo said as he entered her home, smiling as he observed the bookshelves. Everything looked so organized and perfect. The clean environment made him comfortable, approaching the bookshelf. He was barrowing the book, opening it. Angelo read in the Chronicle of Jacques Sorgue for a moment before looking at Athena in interest.* **No worries, if I were a criminal, things surely would go to hell by now.** *When the elven bard reached the table he sat down on a seat, resting his chin on his clenched hand.* **I'm just abard that travels whenever he pleases. Unfortunately, I haven't been to my homeland. I have my doubts.**"
},
{
"author": "Athena Memori",
"message": "*Athena would wander off to the kitchen to fetch the elf something to drink, She presumed he'd possibly be thirsty after his travels*\n\n\"Make yourself at home for the mean time. . . I'll get you something to drink, Cider or Alcohol?\"\n\n*Athena wasn't the type who'd partake in social gatherings but she'd keep a few bottles of alcohol for an occasion. She preferred Cider, For its sweetness rather than downing bitter alcohol and feeling loose. As she brought the two bottles to the table*\n\n\"Ah... I'd hope so... I don't usually take in strangers. But I'll make an exception for someone whose bold enough to ask.\"\n\n*Athena would take a seat at the table, sitting across from Angelo. Place the two bottles, and two chalices in the middle of the table. Her expressions was relaxed at the moment, as she focused onto Angelo.*\n\n\"Ah... I get it your more of an adventurer? — Nomad?— No, wait freelancer is the word. . . Quite, a nice lifestyle if your want to see new things! I'm actually getting into more adventurous stuff—... More or less in the planning stages but I look forwards to meet more elves such as yourself... I've heard you people have quite a taste in magic, No?\"\n**She'd Hesitate**\n\n\"Ahah.. Pardon me, Do you have any questions for me. Anything that's on your mind that you'd like to know about me? Feel free.\""
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{
"author": "Ellaine Lockhart",
"message": "*The sun was bright and the sky was partly cloudy as Ellaine, grasping her walking cane tightly moved about from door to door in the more residential parts of New Salvainia. This was a regular part of her morning routine due to her job as a healer for the sick, particularly the ones who are so sick that they're unable to go to places like New Sunlight who provide treatment. She did this due to the joy of helping people sure but also because she was in dire need of money to repair the orphanage more. \n\nAs Ellaine continued on knocking from door to door the idea of questing came to her mind. She still remembered the difficult quest she took with Mizu where she was utterly defenseless against the Pyrotetsudines and the Korvac Dogs and she could never forget the humiliating failure that followed in the training session she had with the woman. If people had the ability to see emotions like she had it would definitely be a sort of Purplish color if she had to guess. Putting her frustrations aside she continued on wandering towards the far side of the city where she remembered her next patient, a pregnant woman resided in. It was gonna be a long walk with all the people just wandering about it was a struggle with the blur of colors that emanated from them but she could manage... Barely*"
},
{
"author": "way8306",
"message": "Kohm whistled as he made his path through the street. His week was good, so far. \n\nHelping that poor Katherine girl with her visor enchantment had given him inspiration on how to proceed on repairing his own vision, though it would be a much harder task due to differing priorities and circumstances. \n\nHumming as he carried a stack of freshly-printed books on Illumination- a field of study which he never was particularly good at, alas, otherwise he would be further along the road to recovery- he weaved his way through the crowd with caution.\n\nWhile his tremorsense got honed further day by day, his processing skills had never truly recovered from that ordeal, meaning he had to focus clearly on where he was going, lest he accidentally knocks into someone."
},
{
"author": "Ellaine Lockhart",
"message": "*The blind woman's eyes struggled to process the blur of colors whenever a large group of people passed and since she was in one of the main cities of the continent it was very hard to avoid that so with a deep exhale and a long blink (which wouldn't really be seen under her ornate headpiece that covered her eyes) she dispelled the Empath's Eyes and decided to walk normally for a change just doing her best to feel about with her cane. It had been quite awhile since she actually did that since she stayed in remote villages with little people for a number of days, the advantage of this was that she didn't have to look at large congealed masses of color anymore but the disadvantage was that now she was effectively blind again with no clue where people were which meant that anyone that was to the side of her and away from the swaying cane would be at risk of being bumped into. Of course she did have her unnaturally strong sense of smell and hearing but these were also very hard to use in the hustle and bustle of the city with all the random noises and smells.\n\nBefore Ellaine knew it she felt her foot graze past another's which threw off her balance, then Ellaine heard the gasping of the nearby people as everything went in slow motion for a second. She processed everything that was happening and it was clear that she had tripped on the foot of a person that was just out of the way of her cane. The scent of an unknown person just confirmed this as she fell. Her knees buckled first and she held her hands out towards the ground to try and catch herself from the fall. If nothing happened then she would drop down to her knees hard, the force causing her headpiece to fly off her head and roll onto the main road as she struggled to stand up. Once more activating her Empath's Eyes as she did so.*"
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"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*6 PM, New Salvainia.*\n\n*Enter Elanil Sylkian, a Fae Elf amidst a crowd of people huddled around a job board. The variety of quests posted covered a multitude of fields, ranging from simple magical tutoring of a nobleman's child to mass exterminations of monsters. Rowdy rabble-rousers would, in no polite manner, snatch various different papers from the board as if they'd struck gold; no matter what the job was, the pay was always abnormally higher than similar jobs posted elsewhere. Perhaps that was why there were so many scrambling for an opportunity, including yourself.*\n\n*One by one, each paper would be torn off the board, the numerous jobs disappeairng before Elanil's eyes. When the dust settled, and when the crowd dispersed, there was only one paper conveniently left posted up - a job that, for some reason, no one else decided to take.*\n\n \"To whomever this letter may concern:\nYou need not concern yourself with the author of this note. What you MIGHT like to know, however, is that I have a job opportunity for whoever's courageous enough to take it on. There will be adequate pay for those willing to rise to the occasion, and, unlikely as it is, there is a chance for you to earn favor with someone far greater than yourself.\nMidnight, outside of the city. Trek towards the moonrise until you feel you cannot walk further. We will come for you, and if you are worthy, brief you on your mission. We are waiting. \nOh, and don't take this paper down.\n\n Sincerely...\"\n\n*And there was no signature. Well, no normal signature anyway; there was just a fingerprint marked with ink where a name should have been. Despite the letter's final prompt, it could be assumed that you could take the paper down for directions. After all, there wasn't anyone in sight; it was getting rather late, anyway.*\n\n*What will you do?*"
},
{
"author": "Elanil Sylkian ~ Thief Apparel",
"message": "**Thankfully Elanil had come to the board in her thief apparel. Nobody here knew her, but it was almost gut wrenching being in such a large crowd, where if she took of her mask for even a moment she risked going back to the mansion- It was *Amazing.* But soon after struggling to find an adequate quest to her liking, most of them were already gone.**\n\n**But there was one odd note left, really odd actually. A job that you need to be courageous to take on? Earn favor with someone far greater than herself? She didn't know who this stranger was but that was a pretty large offer, especially since Elanil herself was rather important. Not that Elanil wanted to be important though.**\n\n**Outside the city.. Trek until.. Well that must be a while. But why wasn't she supposed to take the paper down? Wouldn't it, well, help with instructions and all of that? Ugh. Elanil looked around for other people- Nobody. She could just take it down and as they started to approach.. Eat it or something. Ew. Never mind. It'd be beneficial for both parties if she just kept it where it was.**\n\n**Well, time to head.. East, depending on the phase of the moon of course. Hopefully the people that wrote the note planned on the moon being the correct phase and rising from the east.**"
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{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Elanil walked outside of the city, leaving it's lantern-lit lights behind. The land eastbound would be rather plain, with only a sprawling mass of grass covering the entire area past the horizon. Tucked behind the cloudy sky, you could see the silhouette of a mountain peak - perhaps that was your destination.*\n\n*Because Elanil left the city at around 6 PM, she'd have ended up walking for hours. Nothing in the scenery would change, the sights in your visage becoming rather stale as you journeyed towards the east. Almost an eternity later, a change of scenery would show to break the monotony: A forest, with trees reaching towards the sky like hands trying to pull down the stars. The mountain peak from earlier, however, would become slightly less visible as you approached. What replaced it was it's impossibly steep slopes, rising even higher above the trees of the forest.*\n\n*Elanil's endurance, however, was pushed to the brink. She had been walking for almost 6 hours now; if she glanced at the moon, she'd be able to see that it was almost at it's midway point in the sky. Any preconceived notions of an easy journey would have been shattered, the elf's legs feeling like jelly as she slowly approached the forest. Right at it's entrance, however, she would stop, exhaustion taking over. The biting cold of her environment, the sheer length of the journey; they both would end up taking ferocious blows at the elf's endurance. Elanil would take a knee, almost collapsing out of full exhaustion. It took everything she could to keep herself conscious.*\n\n*It didn't help that, from the treetops, she'd be able to feel something study her. Or maybe there wasn't; it was just that one peculiar feeling.*"
},
{
"author": "Elanil Sylkian ~ Thief Apparel",
"message": "**Six. Fucking. Hours. Gods have mercy on her legs, she was EXHAUSTED, she didn't even expect the job to take this long, let alone walking there! If she wanted to walk for six hours then she would have gotten a jobas some sort of.. Horse wrangler! Or something. Ugh.**\n\n\"*Fuck..*\"\n\n**Was all that Elanil could really get out, turning over and flopping on the cold grass, the tips of it being littered with frost, getting her a tiny bit wet. Nothing was going the way that Elanil would have liked it to go. So much for a nice job. That stupid note was probably something useless put there by a few kids, wanting to inconvenience some adventurers. How could she have been so stupid?**\n\n**Well, Elanil hoped that those bloody kids got their great hearty laughs, because at this point she was probably just going to pass out and wind up either dead or as a slave when she wakes up. Being almost in the middle of the field wasn't good, but being in a field next to a forest with god knows what in it? Yeah, she's probably gonna die. Oh well. Sixty-seven years isn't too bad. For a macen.**\n\n**But.. Then she got that feeling. That unexplainable feeling when you just feel like somebody is watching you, when somebody is nearby. Or maybe it was just the pure exhaustion setting in and she was already starting to hallucinate- Either way it would hurt to call out, would it?**\n\n\".. Uh.. Hello?\""
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{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*\"Hello?\" She cried out, weakly. Amongst the silent snowfall, it's volume would be amplified by the absence of noise. Unfortunately, however, if anyone was watching, they would not answer her call. Elanil would feel her strength drain from her muscles, the warmth of her body being overtaken by the wind's chill and the snow's cold. It was building on her, trying to drag her down into the earth.*\n\n*She would stay like this for a bit longer - minutes, hours, days - she knew not the time that passed, but knew the pain of the cold growing on her body. She was losing feeling in her fingers, and would struggle to breath. The icy wind would find its way into her lungs, resulting in her giving a hacking cough. She fell from her single knee, collapsing onto the grass.*\n\n*It was then, however, she noticed a single figure drop down from the titanous treetops. It was clouded in shadow, yet somehow made itself distinct from the darkness of the night that enveloped the area around you. It approached Elanil, stopping right in front of the elf. It cast on her a look of pity, then knelt down to the elf's side. Unfazed by the cold, it would produce some kind of elixir from a satchel it kept hidden in it's cloak. Turning Elanil over, it popped the stopper out of the vial's top, forcing the liquid into Elanil's still lips and down her frozen throat.*\n\n*At once, Elanil's conscious would snap back into activity. She felt her body envelop in a warmth, beginning with her tongue. Her eyes flew wide open, the first thing appearing into her sight being a... Large hand holding a small vial between it's fingers. The owner of the hand would have their face remain obscured, however. Elanil would remain in this state, feeling the heat spread all throughout her body. It reached the very tips of her fingers, spreading through every nook and cranny until she felt nothing BUT the heat. It was a bit stifling, actually. Another moment passed, however, and this uncomfortableness disappeared. Strangely enough, she felt unbothered by the cold.*\n\n\"Get up, small one.\" *The figure looked down at her, extending a hand.* \"You came for the job, correct? I am here to brief you.\""
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"author": "Elanil Sylkian ~ Thief Apparel",
"message": "**Eventually Elanil did succumb to the cold, collapsing on the ground. Elanil probably would have died as well, either from frostbite, wild animals or any other various amounts of creatures or bandits around the area. Thankfully a large.. Something, would drop down from the trees like some sort of superhero, walking over to Elanil and crouching down.**\n\n**Then he shoved something down her throat, a nice warm liquid. Elanil coughed a little bit but eventually awoke, sitting up and being a little confused as to why she was even still alive- Well, that was until she noticed the behemoth of a person in front of her, Elanil scooting back a bit before noticing the vial in their hands. Must be why she.. Didn't really feel too bad despite the weather being quite frosty.**\n\n\"Small one? Pretty sure i'm pretty average height- You're the massive one.\"\n\n**Elanil takes the strangers hand and stands up, doing a couple of stretches before pulling down her mask again. Hopefully the stranger didn't take a peek or anything, and just lifted the mask up a little bit to give her.. Whatever it was that he gave her. Although the introduction wasn't exactly ideal- At least she wasn't dead, right?**\n\n\"Yeah, i'm here for the job. But maybe in the future you could make it so your partners don't, well, have to walk for.. What.. Six-ish hours, and pass out from exhaustion? This job better be fun *And* Pay well.\"\n\n**Elanil sounded a bit scolding, despite the person that stood in front of her saving her. She wouldn't have exactly been in the predicament if he hadn't made her walk for so gods damned long- Whatever, she just wanted to get in to wherever she needed to, well, get into, do whatever needed to be done, get out and get paid.. Shit.. How was she going to get back though?**\n\n\".. Wait, am i gonna have to walk all the way back when i'm done???\"\n\n**Elanil said in a rather meek voice. She *Seriously* Didn't want to have to do that whole thing again.**"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*The figure, helping Elanil off the ground, would reveal himself to be a mogash. At a glance, you would be able to notice scars etched deep into his skin. Long lashes traced their way from his chin down his neck, small burn scars being evident on his cheeks as well. His face was worn and weary, his eyes looking exhausted - though for a reason separate from physical exhaustion. He gave off the entire vibe of 'retired warrior', but who knows? Looks could only carry one so far, anyway.*\n\n*Once Elanil was off the ground, he'd hide his body underneath his cloak again. He weakly smiled as the elf started her complaining about the quest, which preceded her verbal wanting for a 'fun job.' Fun wasn't necessarily something to describe it, though it did pay quite well.*\n\n\"Little one, the journey here was a test. We, unlike a multitude of other employers, don't just let anyone take on our jobs. You had to prove that your endurance met our bare minimum requirements, lest you pass out right on the job.\" \n\n*He stopped for a moment, then pulled a neatly folded piece of paper. He would reveal it to you, unfurling it as he kept talking. You would be able to recognize it as the initial job paper posted on the board from earlier.*\n\n\"Plus, we needed someone who could follow instructions. I'll tell you this: If you had taken down this paper, you wouldn't be meeting me here. I digress, allow me to actually begin telling you about what you'll be doing.\"\n\n*He pointed towards the inside of the forest.*\n\n\"Inside that forest, there is a storehouse. A group of ruffians managed to stumble across one of our transport caravans, stealing the magical weapons that lay inside. These magical weapons, though bountiful, are our property. They are rather powerful as well, and we'd prefer to not let them fall into the wrong hands.\n\nYour job, little one, is to infiltrate the storehouse without being caught, stealing all the magical weapons from them and returning them to me. I will be overseeing your performance from a ways off, but will not intervene again. Any questions?\""
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{
"author": "Elanil Sylkian ~ Thief Apparel",
"message": "**The orc guy definitely looked shady. But it was a bit surprising to see that an orc was so agile, dropping down from the tree and all. But whatever, it isn't as if she even really noticed that part. But the fact that he was exhausted- She clearly noticed it. Not that Elanil cared all too much, since she just nearly died and all.**\n\n\"*Bare minimum?* Yeah I don't really know what you're expecting from an *Adventurer.* If your requirements are so large then why don't one of you just do it yourself or something like that? Why put it on a public board? Agh, whatever, I don't think I'd ever understand you lot, hiring strangers to do work. After all you seem more than capable of doing it yourself- Not that I mind since that means I get pay.~\"\n\n\"Magical weapons huh? You could afford magical weapons but you guys couldn't afford good guards? Jeez.. Again not like I mind since I'm *Kinda* The best sneak ever. Or at the very least aspiring to be. Now-\"\n\n\"Is killing off limits? If I can avoid conflict yeah I'd avoid it- But if I can't kill them then I'd want to know in advance, since *Usually* 'taking care' of them makes my job a whole lot easier. Oh and do you know the races of these so called ruffians? Just asking cause thermal vision and night vision are *Kiiiinda* A bitch..\"\n\n\"Hmm.. What else for questions.. Wait, you want me to steal *All* Of the magical weapons? How many are there? Oh and do you know how many guys there are? Gah I'm already getting excited! You have *No clue* How long its been since I've had a good job like this.\"\n\n**Elanil did in fact seem quite giddy, hopping around a bit in one place as she talked to the mogash. Yeah, like she said hopefully there wouldn't be too many weapons there, otherwise it would be a pain to actually, well, escape with them. Wonder why she wasn't supposed to get caught though.. Oh well! She's already asked enough questions.**"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"One. We hire adventurers because we want to stay rather anonymous about our workings. There is a certain group we want to compete against. Said group saw a huge drop in activity of any kind, so the higher ups of mine decided that this was the time to begin our ascension to underworld dominance. Just because a god can destroy a nation if he feels like it, does he always do it? No. Why? Because gods don't dirty their hands with mortal trifles. It's more or less the same deal with us; even though we're more than capable of finishing the job, we don't want to sully our hands if we can help it. We can even put the blame on you if things went awry, anyway.\"\n\n\"Two. We afforded good guards, yet all of them wound up dead at the scene. And the wounds inflicted on them weren't from battle; they all happened at a single point. They were assassinated.\"\n\n\"Three. Killing is on the table if you can hide the body. Or if you can kill everyone who might SEE the body. It'd be wise to pick your targets when you get to the scene.\"\n\n\"Four. There are 5 weapons. A sword, a spear, a hammer, a shield, and a bow. Your pay increases with each one you bring back. And as four how many occupy the building? I don't know. You can only tell so much from an outside perspective, anyway.\""
},
{
"author": "Elanil Sylkian ~ Thief Apparel",
"message": "\"Oooh, you're a bunch of important guys down in the underworld huh? Well, when I finish the job and get back your oh so important enchanted items then tell them all about me, cause I'll be up for even more of this. This is childs play after all. Also, assassins.. Huh, I wonder if these lot are some of the assassins. Thanks for the info though, but I think I'm good now.\"\n\n\"But makes me wonder just how strong these 'magic items' are, and why you even trust me with getting said items. Or why you trust that I won't just get them and take them for myself, unless you're really telling me that you're gonna pay me more than what those enchanted items are worth. Not like I would do it though even if you're gonna pay me less- After all I'm not only in it for the coin.~ Plus I bet it would be preeeetty pricy.\"\n\n\"One last thing though, I'm gonna leave after this- What was that stuff that you gave me? The cold doesn't really feel, well, cold anymore, I seriously need to grab myself some of that stuff. I wonder if there's a version of it for the heat too, you know, for the more desert-y parts of this gods forsaken world.\"\n\n**That was in fact the last question, and after they were answered she would make her way to the stronghold or whatever the large, and seemingly old mogash called it. Elanil would head in whatever direction the old mogash told her to go in, towards the storehouse. Elanil made sure to stay low the entire time though, making sure not to stumble into any bear traps or the like along the way.**"
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"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Throughout the entire walk there, Elanil would have found the storehouse relatively easily. There weren't any complications - beartraps, wild animals, nothing - it was almost odd on how easy she found her way towards to the location.*\n\n*In a clearing, she would see it. A relatively small building, made out of cobblestone with a roof of wood. Because of the snow outside, there would be no one outside to guard the entrance. She'd be able to see multiple entrances in: A chimney without smoke coming out of it, a small window through one of the sides, and the front door, of course. At this time of night, it'd be safe to assume that all who were within - if any - were asleep. After all, it WAS midnight.*\n\n*Nothing more would be able for her to see, though.*"
},
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"author": "Elanil Sylkian ~ Thief Apparel",
"message": "*\"What a bunch of oafs. Makes you wonder why they don't hire assassins as guards.\"*\n\n**Elanil sneaks over, making sure that she doesn't step on any traps or trigger any tripwires, because who knows, maybe the people guarding this cache of enchanted weapons weren't a bunch of oafs and had a good reason to be staying inside where it was all snug and cozy.**\n\n**Elanils main goal was the window at the moment, she wanted to see the layout of the inside of the building, or at the very least a rough sketch, see how many guys are inside the building before she goes down the chimney or through the front door.. Which she couldn't even tell if it had a window itself.**"
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"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Elanil would enter through the window, silent as she did. From her point of view, she would be able to see... Pretty much the entire room. Right ahead of her, however, she would be able to notice a circular blue rune seemingly imprinted on the wall. It looked her directly in the eye, but was rather unassuming.*\n\n*The rest of the room, from her perspective, would be rather small. It was 12 feet by 12 feet, with a bunch of weapons and the like scattered throughout. They were all varying in appearance and quality; some looked the typical mass produced sword, with no sort of decoration or intricate craftsmanship to suggest otherwise. Others were ornate, with various letters etched into the blade itself. There was even one with a ruby lodged in the guard!*\n\n*Still, however, the question remained on which ones were the magical sword. The employer hadn't really given any clues besides what kinds of weapons there were.*\n\n*Luckily for you, though, the weapons, although scattered, were organized by their type. Long shelves lined the center of the room, 4 in total. From left to right they were organized by swords, bows, spears, warhammers, but no bows. You would be able to tell that the ones of cheap quality were at the bottom of the shelves, but the ones at the top were the highest quality. These thieves - at least they were organized, right?*"
},
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"author": "Elanil Sylkian ~ Thief Apparel",
"message": "*\"Boom, sword spear and hammer, all at the top, but.. Where's the bow? And the shield?\"*\n\n**Elanil thinks in her head as she looks up at the weapons, stealthily hopping through the window and spotting the rune.. Hmm.. Sneaky wizards are always, well, sneaky with their craft, maybe that was some sort of alarm? Well she would have no clue of knowing, and even then she wouldn't have any way of disarming it, would she? Maybe if she tried to snuff the 'drawing' of the rune out of the wall..**\n\n**Elanil quickly shuffles over to the rune, inspecting it. She felt like the rune would most likely end up with her getting caught somehow, one way or another. Then glancing to the weapons.. The shield wasn't here, nor was the bow. Did this place have a basement? Maybe an attic? She couldn't tell how many rooms there was.. Elanil just made sure to not walk directly in front of the rune while inspecting it.**"
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"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*As Elanil walked around the room, there would be no inidication of additional rooms, entrances, or exits. As for the bow and shield, however? The bows would've been kept together in a small barrel to her right, since there were so few. In fact, there were only two of them: one that looked grand, speckled with gemstones and carved out of whitewood; and another bow made out of dark oak, with no exagerrated decorations or carvings on it.*\n\n*The shields, however, weren't many at all. There was only one in the room, right next to the bows. It was a solid steel kite shield, bearing on it an emblem of fire. As it was the only shield in the room, it was rather safe to assume that this was the magical one.*"
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"author": "Elanil Sylkian ~ Thief Apparel",
"message": "**Elanil quickly spots the other two magical weapons, or in this case sort of armor. The bow was in a small barrel and it kinda seemed obvious which one was the enchanted one. But the dark oak bow didn't actually look to shabby, she wanted to take that thing for herself. More stuff to carry though. Then there was the kite shield. Hoo, that's a lot of stuff to carry.**\n\n**Making sure to be quiet Elanil first goes over to the bows, trying to shove on all of the bows onto her back as best as possible. That wasn't going to work. Alright, well she puts her bow along with the enchanted bow on her back, carrying the dark oak bow just in her hand, and walking over to the shield she straps it onto her right arm which was occupied with the bow.**\n\n**Elanil then goes over to the sword, grabbing it and making sure there weren't any literal strings attached to the sword, nothing that would notify that it was being stolen. And if it was the case then she would steal it- Quickly moving over to the spear, witch she would attempt to hold alongside the sword in her left hand.**\n\n**Hoo, this was heavy. And she didn't want to be here much longer, so Elanil shuffles to the window to try and make her escape.**"
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"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Elanil would successfully be able to take hold of all the weapons, although would find difficulty in making her way towards the window. The combined weight of the sword, spear, bow, shield, and hammer would definitely take their toll on how well the elf would be able to carry the weapons. For an aspiring 'professional thief,' she didn't really look - or, daresay act - the part of one. Surely a more professional thief would find a more efficient solution to the problem, right?*\n\n*Anyway, Elanil would be able to, albeit barely, make it to the window without any complications. As she approahced, however, she would be able to make out distant voices slowly approaching the direction of the storehouse. They were far - about 40m off - but due to the lack of interfering noise, she would be able to catch onto a bit of their shouts and jeers back and forth at eachother.*\n\n\"Renald? Are you sure that you saw something move in that storehouse? Because if you're interrupting my sleep just because of a 'hunch,' I'm not going to let you off this lightly!\"\n\n\"Oh, SHUT THE FUCK UP Lloid! I haven't slept at all yet JUST because I wanted to make sure the magical weapons we nicked the other day aren't being touched! DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A FACE THAT'LL INTERRUPT YOUR PRECIOUS SLEEP BECAUSE OF A HUNCH??!!! I know for a FACT that I saw something in there with my Seer's rune, so don't question me, got it?\" \n\n*...*\n\n*Whatever the former had said must've been uttered in a low voice, otherwise you'd have been able to hear it. Anyway, the fact remained clear; there were people converging in on your location. Your top priority was to get out. At this rate, it'd take them about 2 turns to reach the storehouse.*"
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"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "Lucien's eyes expanded upon seeing Ellaine's shock in response to the crash. He promptly plunged to his knee and curved his neck to examine her ears beyond a plain glimpse. He studied her tiara meticulously. For a woman dedicated to an orphanage, Lucien was impressed of how well her bind matched her clothing. That led him to pay more attention to her dress, and soon to her petite figure. His cheeks embraced a rouge of pink. He raised his gloved hand and nervously placed it on her shoulder. Without further ado the elf questioned her. *\"A-are you alright, miss?\"* He couldn't catch her name earlier, unfortunately.\n\nThe mysterious man was fascinated by the short lady. In a world where the malicious nature of people spread down every corner, her energy was akin a spark of hope. No - a bonfire would be more accurate. He had come to her with a different goal in mind, one that would aid his lust for vengeance. The contrast of her warmhearted presence, however, reminded him that there was more to life than power and ambition. Perhaps he would be wise to delay his search and spend some time with her instead. After all, Lucien often contemplated his ideologies - a contradictory concept could open his eyes to an unexplored truth.\n\nOnce he set his hand on her shoulder, the gifted Ellaine could sense a substance deeply rooted into his soul, latent behind his courteous manners. If she fixated her energy on it, she would be in for a surprise. A grave and frigid aura lurked into her being, corrupt to its core. It was so fierce that it resembled a monster, grinning its fangs and trying to break through the cell that was Lucien's humanity. The essence was similar to that of her good friend, the vampire. This one, however, stood out in comparison to any other of its kind - not because of its power, but due to its extraordinary passion.\n\nThe image of the beast disappeared once its owner lifted his hand off. He exhaled through his mouth in a moan of relief, now that the situation was resolved. *\"Indeed, wherever you consider it right. It will be my pleasure\"* He said, as well spoken as ever, and stood up with a smile. With her enhanced senses she could tell that his tone was shaky."
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"author": "Ellaine Lockhart",
"message": "*As Lucien studied Ellaine's body he would notice the conservative dress hugging tightly on her body have beautiful floral embroidery hidden on top of the dress' hems. Something that only people with a keen eye or were looking at her intensely could see, it travelled all around her outfit like vines wrapping around a log. Ellaine would notice the slight pink hue that formed in the man's figure although she wouldn't know what caused that emotion to suddenly rouse and appear especially in a busy street like this one... Perhaps he simply saw a beautiful woman pass by? Upon placing his hand on her shoulder Ellaine quivered slightly before responding to Lucien's question* \"O-Oh! Yes I-I'm alright, perfectly fine... Just uhh. I was just a bit startled from the hammer, I have very sensitive... Well senses so hearing it was a shock.\"\n\n*Ellaine's eyebrows furrowed a little as she turned for but a few moments towards Lucien, her own magical senses focusing intently on him. With a mix of her sight of emotion and a sight of magic she could sense this man's overwhelming passion as well as vampiric essence, something that... She really wasn't all that surprised about. For a woman like her, with a job that causes one to move around she has met quite a number of people and vampires are part of this. M'ralinde and Mizu were two people like this that she knew of so in all honesty she was unfazed*\n\n\"Alright then if you would, follow me please. I wouldn't want you to lose me due to my small stature.\" *She contemplated whether or not she should make small talk with the man? Well it did seem normal but what should they talk about in the first place anyways? Oh! Right she hadn't yet introduced herself properly. While they were walking towards the orphanage Ellaine would speak up to Lucien.* \"Mr. Lucien I had just realized that I haven't yet introduced myself properly to you like you have to me. My name is Ellaine Lokhart, you can call me whatever you wish I don't really mind and I'm one of the caretakers of The Blue Iris Orphanage.\"\n\n*As she said this Ellaine had a big happy smile across her face bowing at the man like he did to her before walking back towards their destination. Even holding her skirt up a little like how she's heard nobility being described to her in the story books she was read. No one had ever given her a bow before, it was really unlike any way she was greeted.* \"You know I find it very curious that you gave me a bow despite me not being of any sort of higher status than you. Even earlier you describe yourself as but a commoner while both of us are commoners here. You're very curious you know Lucien? You have that mysterious aura to you that makes me want to learn about you more...*Reminds me of when I first met Kyuu*\" *She let out a small giggle as she now began to reminisce about the past. About the first time she met one of her dearest friends*"
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"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "*\"Of course, lead the way.\"* He confirmed, smiling. As they walked down the road he contemplated the judgement she had for of her body. *\"You know, if it is in my right to comment, the saying does go 'the best things come in small packages'. I couldn't really lose sight of someone standing out so much with their great fashion choice.\"* Lucien spoke as eloquently as ever, a smile curving on his lips. He was sparing her the information that his eyes were much more acute than an ordinary person's, yet he nonetheless believed what he had said. While never losing her frame from his periphery, the hooded man also observed their surroundings. He was subtly experiencing sonder, remaining silent.\n\nThat was, until she continued. *\"Hm? Oh, that's right. Ellaine Lokhart...\"* He muttered to himself. *\"My my, rolls of the tongue effortlessly. Ellaine, please, do not call me mister. While I truly appreciate your thoughtful manners, I have done naught to gain your respect.\"* The man shared his reasoning. *\"Ah, the Blue Iris Orphanage I hear so much about. I mustn't lie, I was already told by a passerby that you were part of it. People say that children of all sorts are welcome there, that you folk don't discriminate against any kid so long as they are in need. That is... Admirable, to say the least. Like a fairy tale. In today's world charity seems more and more a distant concept. That is why your work is so precious.\"* He deduced.\n\nLucien smiled again and gave a nod of acknowledgement, appreciating her elegant display. While he could tell she definitely needed to refine it, her bow was gracefully done. For the few minutes that he had spent with her, Lucien already felt cheerful. Her demeanor, void of any deception, broke the grim air that surrounded him most of the time. The refreshing feeling was irreplaceable, which then inspired Lucien. Was this her secret? He thought. Perhaps with her compassionate words and actions she gave others an example too strong to ignore - motivating them to do the same. It was a form of leadership the elf was yet to see more of.\n\n*\"Ah, that...\"* He picked up on her comment of his usage of the word 'commoner'. *\"You see, I believe that honor is something you acquire through deeds, not inheritance. True, nobles make decisions for us all, yet many of them gained their status and respect by birthright - something no one is able to control. People like you, however, are dedicated to a holy cause. I can know for sure that your intentions are good to any stranger out there. I find the courage to trust someone you don't know admirable. Which is what led me to treat you the way others treat royalty. As for why I consider myself a commoner... I'm much less exalted, by the same logic.\"* Lucien explained his philosophy to her.\n\n*\"Please, you humble me. I am not as interesting as you might think. I'm happy that I don't repulse you - that is all that matters. Mysterious aura, you say.\"* He chuckled. *\"I understand.\"* Once she compared him to another, he paused. Could it be - a vampire? That was a lead he was not willing to let go of, yet would not press immediately either way. His heart pulsated a bit faster at the thought of it. A possibility - that the one he reminded her of was part of **That group**. The one he pursued. *\"Is that so? Kyuu? What an odd name.\"* He commented lightly, as if nothing was wrong. *\"You seem to like them. What are they like?\"*"
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"author": "Ellaine Lockhart",
"message": "*Ellaine giggled slightly, a deep red hue began forming across her fair cheeks as she was complimented. It wasn't frequent that this happened from men, really this was one of the first ever times someone aside from her close family and friends have ever complimented her appearance ever. Quickly Ellaine felt her face growing harder and immediately she would cover her face and quicker her pace of walking* \"A-Ah! Th-Th-Thank you fo-for the complime-ment Mister Lucien!\" *She shouted out before quickly taking a number of deep breaths to calm herself down. After a while she would eventually return to normal. She'd stop her walking for a moment thinking about where they just came from and if they were going the correct way before confidently taking a left, striding like she knew every nook and cranny of the city.*\n\n*For a blind person it was very important to focus on memory and sounds to not go into any danger, if Lucien was still watching her he would notice the subtle movements she does focusing on certain directions in order to avoid any incoming carts or people that would otherwise be in the way. Moving preemptively before they can even get near her* \"Don't worry I simply call everyone Mister or Miss, it was one of the things my master taught me as more of a sign of politeness and respect more than anything. You should always respect everyone you meet unless they do you wrong as she always said and even if they do wrong there's no need to step down to their level! Her words had always stuck with me growing up so now I just follow that.\"*Ellaine said with a happily smile now reminiscing about her Master Valora. It always seemed like whenever she talks about someone she knows she instantly becomes happy and joyful!*\n\n\"I'm so happy that you've heard such nice things about the orphanage. It makes all the work that we've done worth it just to know that we're being talked about in a good light. A lot of orphanages have a bad reputation of leaving their children without proper care or abandoning them. That's what we want to put a stop to, one of my close friends Kyuu when she was young had to run away to the wilds due to her not being treated right and it was horrible what happened to her but now she has a bad perception of orphanages. I meanwhile was taken in lovingly by my caretakers so I know how amazing people like them can be, if it weren't for the orphanage there might have not been a me here so really I'm just repaying them back. I know it sounds very cheesy but I do honestly believe that kindness should always be spread in the world, evil only begets more evil, pain begets pain. Everyone should attempt to break their cycle rather than continue it.\" *Ellaine's smile and demeanor turned from happy to determined as she spoke about her philosophy. It was clear that she had quite an intense opinion on things such as that which made her fist clench slightly and her posture to be more... Firm?*\n\n*Her head cocked slightly when he began talking about nobility and honor, something that she rarely thought about in her day to day life. It sounded something that Kyuu would have an opinion about. Do all warriors care this much about honor? What's honorable and what isn't? Cause it really seems that way, at least from all of the people she's met but she'd rather not make any generalizations* \"I've never really thought much about honor or nobility like you have but listening to it right now, it does make sense although I feel like you're glorifying my work a lot. I just do what I think is right and what fits my philosophies that's all and I honestly doubt you're 'much less exalted' if you have that kind of beliefs that not many people do. I doubt you're but a mere commoner... And if you are! Why does it matter? Does status really matter when in the end we're all the same anyways?\"\n\n\"Yes you are interesting though! Why would I ever be repulsed by someone like you? From what I've known of you, you seem very sweet and nice not something I'd be repulsed by\" *When mentioning Kyuu she looked towards him, her walk slowing down as she did, they were nearing the orphanage, this whole talk they had seemed to fill in the gaps or travelling which made it a lot more interesting, although she feared that once they actually get there then they wouldn't have anything more to talk about!*\n\n\"Kyuu? It is a slightly strange name, she isn't from Salvainia so she doesn't really have more of a Salvainian name like us. Honestly I'm not sure where she's from, but yes I do like them alot! They're one of my closest friends quite mischievous and playful but also very wise. She's very old because she's an oriate and apparently her kind live for thousands of years so for her times like these are but a moment. Times like those are where we usually but heads but she's always been very nice to me so I can't really complain.\" *It was strange for Ellaine, she felt so calm and alright talking to this man. Like she was fine telling him about her whole life story, like she's known this man for her whole life... It was strange and slightly unnatural for a usually reserved person like her. She's told so much but maybe she's just overthinking it? After all this man seems so nice!"
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"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "Lucien smirked at her reaction. He followed her the whole time, listening closely to what she said. The slight wind in the air would blow his hood, its edges dancing in a wave-like motion. He gazed at the lively street ahead. The light of it made him want to look at the sun and enjoy its radiance. Such an option was, however, no longer available to him. That reminded him of another price he had to pay to do what he wished to. *\"Don't worry about it.\"* He said silently after her nervous expression of gratitude. His tone was gloomy, all of a sudden, despite his attempts to prevent it from being so.\n\nHe furrowed his brows slightly as she explained, curious of her ideology on the topic. *\"Hm. I see. That is indeed a kind approach to life. I wonder if it is the most practical, however. As much as me and you would not like it, people of all sorts exist. Sometimes, not getting down on someone's level means letting them kill you. I wonder if that's the only way to keep your hands clean...\"* He muttered, showing that he himself truly cared about the theory. *\"Maybe I'm just trying to generalize specific cases, anyways.\"* At that moment, Ellaine could sense it.\n\nAn outburst, a faint one. Grave and frigid aura empowered Lucien's hand, which launched forth. A muffled thump followed. If she cared to look, he had caught a stick - stopping it from hitting her. Its source, if she turned to see, would be a child - on the ground. Before it stood another, which swung a branch left and right with a wide grin. *\"Haha! I have defeated you, foul beast! The world is now rid of vampires!\"* The kid tried its best to look like a knight. Lucien chuckled and approached them. At first the two backed off, yet that changed once he moved. The elf kneeled next to the one on the ground, giving them the stick.\n*\"The fight is only over when you let go of your sword, young master.\"* Lucien said, smiling warmly. He helped the 'young vampire' up and finally returned to Ellaine's side.\n\nHe nodded at her excitement. *\"Indeed. Good word about your orphanage reaches every corner. Ah, so that is your story? You are giving the love you received in the first place. Sounds almost unbelievable, was I not here to see what you are like of course. Ah, so this 'Kyuu' person had a similar fate? Interesting... Ellaine, please, you do not sound cheesy. I wonder if I agree with your stance, however...\"* He muttered, diving deep in thought for a few moments. *\"I don't know if I'm ready to sacrifice myself in the name of principles. It's... Too hard to do so, you know. What you do, what people of your kind do. I doubt I would stop myself from killing if it saved my friends, even if the victim was innocent.\"* He admitted with some shame in his tone.\n\n*\"That is what makes me different. I glorify you, because you spend your days worrying about children in need. I spend mine thinking how I can achieve my own goals - wondering how much I'll have to forfeit to succeed.\"* His tone was stern in the explanation. This was unusual for Lucien. He wouldn't speak about his ambition to anyone but close friends. It seemed that he felt relaxed around Ellaine, her knowing his secrets did not seem to bother him. **At least some of them.** *\"Likewise, I'm afraid status matters. Perhaps not for me, but it does for everyone else. And if a part of that 'everyone else' is necessary for the completion of my objective, then I must play by their rules and come out the winner.\"*\n\n*\"You really humble me, kind Ellaine. You yourself are much sweeter than I could ever be. Perhaps if you got to know some of my other sides, you'd understand what I meant. I hope that doesn't end up happening - I don't want to leave you disappointed.\"* He paused and heard her out. *\"I see. This Kyuu person sounds quite interesting. Perhaps some day I'll cross paths with them, and then I'll know that they are your friend.\"* He smiled. *\"For now, however, I'll be happy to make you my friend.\"*"
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"author": "Ellaine Lockhart",
"message": "*As the two continued on eventually Lucien would be able to the a considerably large area closed off by walls and a gate which was opened, within was a cobblestone path leading up to a large door that was to the orphanage. Three children were running about the front garden, one was a boy playing with a wooden sword, another was a girl playing with a small bow and arrow while the other child was holding a couple of books and a pencil with her. While they walked towards the orphanage Ellaine continued her conversation with Lucien noticing the shift in mood with him that made her feel slightly confused and curious.* \"Oh... Okay then.\"\n\n*The compliment she heard felt so genuine but it suddenly felt like he was just brushing it off... It seemed like he too wasn't much of a believer of pacifism. In stopping the cycle of pain, it was alright she knew that not everyone was going to believe her since much of the people spent their whole lives and even their livelihood in fighting others but it was still slightly saddening. Ellaine heard the sound of the branch approaching her and when she was about to try and sidestep away she would realize that Lucien had already caught it. There was only so much heightened senses could do, she guessed... She was used to children playing pretend and acting like adventurers or mercenaries. Her children did it too and whenever she told her about her quests and endeavors joy would spill forth. But she noticed the frigid aura that exuded of Lucien causing her to shiver like a ghost just passed through her. An ominous feeling began wrapping her thoughts as she forced out a chuckle hearing the tale of the two kids wanting to rid vampires... She didn't want to say anything about it but starting now she was to be more cautious with the man.*\n\n\"Yes that is my story, I truly was lucky to be cared for so lovingly in my own orphanage.\" *Him mentioning a scenario caused her to click her mouth however as he didn't seem to understand her philosophy* \"Well the thing is Mr. Lucien that if you were to kill to save your friends what are to happen with the friends of those you killed? Is it not that they are to attempt to kill you in vengeance? And then if you were to die then they would kill your killers in vengeance? Killing only begets more killing, it is difficult but someone has to become the bigger person in the situation else the cycle would forever continue, that is the only way to break the circle of killing is to stop it.\" *Alot of people don't realize how horrible it is to kill! She rarely finds others who could ever share her point of view in killing, up til now she has yet to ever kill a humanoid in her life.*\n\n\"What you say Lucien in that sense were are similar, the only thing is that my own goals, the way I am to succeed in life is through my children's joy and lengthening the life of the orphanage I've spent so long to care for. I also spend my days thinking about how I can achieve my own goals, wondering how much I'll have to give to succeed its just that every single person has different goals in mind.\" *When Lucien mentioned these other sides Ellaine's spine shivered once more, she knew everyone had their pasts and she was afraid to know this one. A part of her wishes he was unlike her friend yet she knew that everyone in their lives has done one atrocity that they don't want anyone to know... Or worse proudly flaunt it to everyone who sees.*\n\n\"Y-Yes I'll be happy to make you mine a-as well...\" *They were more or less in front of the orphanage's gates now as she could hear the children shouting about and the smell of freshly cut grass from the garden. Upon reaching there Ellaine would turn towards Lucien, there wasn't much noise or prying eyes watching them in the private land* \"So... What did you want to talk about Mr. Lucien? We're here and I have my ears listening. Do you need any help with anything because I am willing to do whatever it is I can to help.\" *Ellaine said with a smile albeit now her words were a bit more hesitant as she thought about if it was right to help this mysterious man with his own endeavors whatever that might be.*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "In the midst of night, down a tight and awfully shady alleyway, two figures coated in the darkness spoke quietly. Even though it was hard to understand what they were saying without extremely good hearing, a passerby who paid more than two seconds of attention would be able to understand that they were doing something that was mostly likely crime related. Their voices, although quite, had a very sinister tone.\n\nIn one of the figures hands, a large knife was revealed. Said figure lightly flourished the knife, which could be assumed to be a rondel. Even in the dark, the second figure flashed grin a that shined brightly with a lust for death before the two figures begun chatting quietly again. The rondel was sheathed a moment after the exchange.\n\nAfter the two figures made their exchange, the figure that had the weapon turned and begun walking back out of the alleyway. The figure had long ears and visibly had long hair that flowed down from underneath a very fashionable wide-brimmed hat."
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"author": "reluc",
"message": "A quite sizable woman was walking the streets. They wore a crimson coat, paired with simple black leather clothes, with a white sweater underneath. This was also paired with black trousers, and black boots. They had silver hair and in appearance were similar to that of a water macen, although were exceedingly tall for one, especially a woman. With silver hair splayed over half of their face, their head swiveled to spot the shady figure heading out of the alley, dagger in hand. A sigh emanated from the woman as she looked around, noticing the dead streets and the likelihood no one else would bother to handle this. She'd start heading towards the figure, quite rapidly picking up her face as exceedingly long legs made long strides."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "The figure that was walking along out of the alleyway stopped and took a step back, leaning back into it incase the figure begun to move a little too quickly for their liking. A smile ripped across the figure's face, quite obviously. Their free hand lifted, opening a palm out towards the large woman. \"We meet again.\" The figure said as they took a couple of backpedalling steps. The voice was very assertive yet very pleasant and memorable so it wasn't very hard to tell who Ikari was heading towards."
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"author": "reluc",
"message": "She'd continue approaching the woman before realization struck her face as she recognized the woman's voice. \"Oh, it's you! I figured you for a thief at first.\" She'd take the woman's hand as she spoke, her grip firm but careful not to actually harm the woman. She'd give her a light smile as she continued on, her tone was marked with slight excitement to meet the former acquaintance again, \"What are you doing out here all by yourself, sneaking around with a knife?\" She'd reply, leaning forward slightly with a curious tilt of her head, namely to bring down the gargantuan height difference between the two and to make herself seem less intimidating in the rather ominous lighting. She wasn't attempting to be frightening."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Icicu cringed internally at the disgusting figure of the ugly old wretch. She somewhat regretted coming here with Ikari, but at the same time this would be a good experience to know more about Ikari. When she noticed it was her time to socialize, she had to quickly prep herself to be as nice as possible. At the moment, it was hard to prepare, but she slowly got into her deceptive flow and was ready.\n\nHesitantly, the drow look up while lifting her wide-brimmed hat off her face. Her eyes, at this time of night, seemed to almost pierce the darkness with their beautiful and bright colour. As she looked at the woman, her face was still lacking in any depth. It was just flat. Slowly, she bowed to the old woman. \"I am Icicu, one of Ms. Fumetsu's friends.\" Icicu's voice was quiet, warm, and monotone."
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"author": "reluc",
"message": "The frail old woman continued smiling as she responded to the elf, \"It's nice to see little Fumetsu is making friends!\" She'd respond her tone equally warm to the drow. She shuffled out of the door way, continuing speaking, \"Would you like to come in for some tea? I have your payment ready.\" She'd question.\n\nThe demon responded with a kind nod and tone, \"Of course, Miss Jefferson.\" Before the drow had a chance to recoil or think of a way to escape the situation, she found her wrist grasped tightly as she was somewhat forcibly dragged into the home. It was somewhat worn down, and definitely not the nicest place, but it was far more lively then it appeared on the outside. It was a homely little shack with a fireplace currently burning, and toys scattered about noting signs of children. The elderly woman quickly moved to a somewhat rough looking table, pouring some cups of tea before sitting at one end of the table, leaving two chairs open across from her."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Understanding that she couldn't do anything but follow Ikari's lead, the drow accepted being dragged into the place by her wrist. Looking around, she felt a tinge of guilt as the woman offered tea, but quickly shook it off. There was no time to pity this wretch no matter how nice of a person she is, even when she had children there too. She didn't have any way to delay having to sit down, so she just decided to go with the flow and went over to the table to sit down. First though, she pulled out a seat for Ikari and then sat down. She didn't really know what to do at this point, so she just sat in silence for a moment."
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"author": "reluc",
"message": "The demon took a seat, taking notice of Icicu's courtesy and flashing her a sweet smile. She quickly turned to drink from the freshly poured and quite hot tea, taking a sip. If Icicu also chose to drink from it, was notably quite strong, although definitively sweet. Ikari then spoke to the elderly woman, posing a simple question with an ultimately warm tone, \"Right, so, how are the little ones?\"\n\nThe old woman responded in kind, \"Ah, they're quite alright.\" She'd turn her head to the more fancily dressed drow, decidedly asking her a question, \"Now, how did you get to meet Miss Fumetsu? I didn't know she associated with higher society types..\" She'd say, squinting as she took note of the woman's outfit.\n\nThe oni let out a chuckle and decided to see what the drow would come up with."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "After 5 days i make a reply"
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"author": "reluc",
"message": "The old woman smiled as she responded, \"Oh that's nice to hear dear! I'm grateful to hear that you have people care about you!\" She'd take a sip from her tea, continuing on, \"Although, that still doesn't tell me how you met our big oni friend here.\" The elderly woman said, pushing the question Icicu had attempted to dodge.\n\nThe oni simply took a sip from her tea as the old woman, as she was waiting a response from the drow, shakily grabbed a small coin purse and slid it over to the demon. Ikari didn't seem to have intent of bailing her out of this situation, and simply waited, eyeing her closely."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "Icicu dug her fingers into her leg as her poor attempt at dodging the woman's question had, well, failed. \"We met at a tavern, actually. I was there just to hang out and get a drink when she came along and offered to get me a drink or two. From there, we talked a bit, but sadly some random jerk interrupted us and caused a bunch of conflict.\" While she spoke of the nice chat and tavern, her tone melted into disgust at the thought of the vampiric man. \n\n\"Luckily, though, I just got to see her tonight when I was wandering around, enjoying the night coolth, and interacting with some of my other friends.\" Icicu's patience was dwindling and she wanted to get out of this shithole but she had to endure this torture. If she lashed out on the old woman, she knew she'd have some bad stuff coming to her. It hurt her so much to hold back her feelings of disgust for this old woman. She wished they'd just go ahead and die from a stroke or disease right there in front of her so this would be over so much quicker."
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"author": "reluc",
"message": "The elderly woman responded simply with, \"Well, I'm glad you're not scared off by Miss Fumetsu! She needs more friends.\" The oni sighed as she noticed the drow's growing annoyance. She'd quickly finish her tea, before flashing a smile towards the older woman, simply stating \"Right, well, this was a nice chat but we really do have to be going Miss Jefferson. Lot of other people to meet with after all.\" Her tone was warm and sweet as she'd get up from her seat, pushing in her chair and pulling out Icicu's for her to stand."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "After their long night of collecting coin from a bunch of disgusting rats, Icicu was more or less exhausted. All this interaction and shit was getting on her nerves, and the smell was making her stomach spin like a washing machine. But, finally, they were done and she gave a long sigh of relief. \"That was... So horrific. I've gutted many people and smelled their insides, but the stench of this place is horrendous. My stomach feels like it has got a storm inside it.\" Icicu spoke quietly as to not trouble her nauseated stomach. \n\nFor a short moment, Icicu came to the realisation of the pain of these people. It wasn't the people that were horrendous, it was their surroundings and back luck. She had had the same pain and bad luck that got her to where she was now. After that short moment, she shook it off as her nausea making her think weirdly and disregarded that thought."
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"author": "reluc",
"message": "\"Aw... Didn't mean to get you sick,\" She'd reply, wrapping an arm around the drow and lightly pulling her closer. \"You'll be fine, only horrific thing is that *Anyone* Has to live like this. No one deserves to be forced to this, not normal folk like this who didn't do shit wrong and who simply took it in the ass from fate at least.\" Her tone was warm, although there was firm resentment in her voice, although not directed particularly towards anything and more simply at the cruel and unfair world they lived in.\n\n\"Right, well, I won't trouble you with more of this sort of stuff. Though, I do have an offer you might be interested in if you want to maybe continue working together in a way that'd probably suit you a lot more.\" She'd state, casting her gaze curiously over to the drow. A slight smile was present on her face, and the demon's grip was somewhat comforting. It was pretty clear she cared for the woman, perhaps empathized with her due to their similar origins."
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*The warm glow of the early dawn light hung on the horizon all the while a Canifor was making her way through the large Capitol of Salvania. Her gaze remained lowered as she passed by people while her tail hung low behind her. Beside her was her Jackal companion, Jace, and in being his dog-like nature, the Jackal found the need to sniff at every person that moved past them only to return back to his owner's side. \n\n\nFortunately for the Canifor, it was still early in the morning, allowing the numbers of crowds to remain stark while she made her way past the marketplace. It was around there that she found a place to take a seat in waiting. Her Jackal paced around her, seeing that she wasn't continuing any further, and deciding to sit down where he was. His tongue lolled out with his eyes squinting at the sun just now rising. Juna smiled down at the Jackal and gave him a pat on the head which managed to earn a wagging tail from him.\n\nOnly recently had Juna met the strange Elf that had provided her a ride to the Capitol and now she had found herself waiting here for a friend she was meant to meet. Juna wasn't sure what to make of him, nor whoever this Ikari could be, but he seemed about as insistent of them meeting as he was that she joined his group or rather his 'family' as he called it. She was at an indecision, finding it hard to consider joining some group of people she had only just met with the promise that life would be easier for her. She's aware of how most people are to those of little use to them and it only made it harder to believe that she was any more worth to this group as it was to her, but still, she waited.\n\nHer finger instinctively ran itself along the string of her bow that sat across her torso, finding the action relaxing in her nervous anticipation as she gazed down at it. Her ears remained pricked and alert as she allowed her eyes to close for a moment to drink in the faint warmth provided by the early sun.*"
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"author": "Ikari Fumetsu",
"message": "The clack of leather of boots on cobble combined with a smell of a mix of familiar lavender and *Something* New, unfamiliar was probably the first thing the canifor would notice. Then came the appearance of the source around the corner. It was a woman, a towering one at that. The first and most obvious thing about them would be their bright crimson skin, and the horns that poked out through long locks of pale silver hair, marking the woman as an oni. Their appearance further stood out due to the scarring their marked their body, bright yellow and near impossible to miss.\n\nThe demon's head turned, seemingly searching for something. Silver hair previously splayed across their face momentarily revealed a black eye patch before the figure's eye finally spotted the canifor and began walking over. This more or less confirmed the woman was Ikari, the person the strange elf had so desperately attempted to try to get Juna to meet. As the figure strode closer, details became more clear such as the long red jacket they wore and the blackened set of brigandine they wore underneath which came with the barely perceptible sounds of metal plates scraping against each other. The similarly black trousers and boots finished off anything of note about the outfit.\n\nAs the oni approached closer, the canifor found themselves met with a simple gesture. An outstretched hand ready to shake, and to probably help them out of their seat. It was paired with a genuinely warm smile and voice as the woman's yellow eye stared down at her. An equally pleasant and genuinely kind voice followed, \"Ikari Fumetsu, Juna Carse, right?\" The woman asked with a slight tilt of her head.\n\nA slight laugh followed as she'd shortly add on another statement, as she took notice of the woman's anxiety \"No need to be nervous. I hope Lucien didn't scare you to badly.\""
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears would twitch each time the clack of leather boots would hit the cobbled ground. Her nose picked up the faint traces of Lavender, a smell similar to the Elf she had met, but this one carried a new scent to it. The Canifor's eyes opened, seeing the demon-like lady approach her. It had been a long while since Juna has seen an Oni, much less a female one. Juna had sat up straight in her seat, the quick action causing her Jackal to become more alert to the approaching figure.\n\nHe went up to the Oni, sniffing at her as she continued walking, forcing Jace to follow in pursuit of keeping her in check. As Ikari held a hand down to her, Juna slowly took it to help her up to her feet. A noticeable gap in heights had become to obvious to the Canifor as she found herself forced to look up at the Oni even standing at full height.*\n\n\"Yes... That's me.\"*Juna said quietly as her Jackal had finally finished his investigating and came to sit at her side. Though, she couldn't bring herself to look Ikari in the eyes for long, she tried to share in the Oni's warm demeanor by giving a light smile of her own.*\"It's nice to finally meet you Ikari.\"\n\n*As the Oni brought up Lucien potentially scaring her, she gave a chuckle.*\"No not too badly... He just has a strange way of getting his point across.\"*The Canifor rose up a hand to scratch at her overly sensitive ears, something she'd enjoy having if others didn't forget how much louder things sounded to her. Maybe that had something to do with her constantly quiet tone, that or perhaps she was just shy, both potential options.*\n\n\"He said he wanted me to meet you after telling me about this 'family' he wanted to make.\"*She said with slight confusion in her tone as she tried to recap his words without sounding as if she didn't know what she was talking about.*\"He said it was a group meant to help each other, but...\"*She shook her head softly, cutting her own self off.*\"He wanted me to meet you before I decided anything.\""
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"author": "Ikari Fumetsu",
"message": "\"Nice to meet you as well!\" She'd reply, a slight hint of excitement in her tone. The oni noticed Juna's slightly nervous demeanor, and cast her gaze away as she continued speaking. She didn't want to pressure the girl or make her uncomfortable, and so looked away, laughing once more at the mention of Lucien. She lightly turned her head back, responding to her statement with, \"Yea he can be a bit to eloquent for his own good. He's not always the most rational either, he's got a lot on his shoulders as he's half the leadership and working on something *Very* Personal to him.\"\n\n\"Well, that's not to far off from what it is.\" She'd state, taking note of her jackal as she let it sniff he, with a hand lightly moved to pet the hound as it walked away. Her voice carried the same tone as she resumed speaking, \"The group is meant to be as close as family. People who are always there for each other. Generally, most of us are mercenaries and we help each other on jobs and that, but you don't have to fight so long as you contribute. You'd have a home, friends, and protection if you've enemies.\" \n\nThe demon continued speaking, \"A lot of the current people lined up to join are generally the types who, well, they never had a real family. It's a group carved out to give those with nothing but a world that's spit at them a purpose and home.\" She gestured around the currently mostly barren market as she spoke, resuming speaking as she did, \"The people who were born in the slums not far to the east with nothing but scraps and had to fight to survive, those persecuted simply because of what they were born as, and former slaves are who we welcome a home too. The downtrodden and weak, those beaten and deemed failure or mistakes through no fault of their own.\" Her voice grew stronger with every word she spoke, with a mix of genuine care towards who she spoke of and a deep resentment towards the system that produced said people.\n\nShe let out a sigh, calming herself somewhat as she finished speaking. She'd simply ask, \"I can treat you to breakfast at an inn if that'd make you anymore comfortable? Better than standing around here awkwardly at least.\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears flitted back as she listened to the Oni's description of the group. Her passion towards it was obvious enough, though her describing it made Juna question if it was a group meant for her. She never grew up necessarily poor, nor born to the slums where she would have been beaten or considered a failure. If she had any enemies, she couldn't recall them. Then again, her Jackal did tend to make things difficult at times, but she tried to look past the faint memory. Maybe being a mercenary applied better to her. She did help when she could, despite not liking the thought of fighting other people if unnecessary. But enough to become part of a 'family'?*\n\n*It seemed as if they had a decent number already at the ready to join, however, Juna couldn't see herself being anymore contribution than those already lined up. She's taken care of herself for nearly a year now and, despite a few threats here and there, she had managed survived the worst of it. Just her and Jace. J and J. She could almost smile at the thought. How she had left home long ago to explore the world and now here she was spending most of her life in the forest with her only company being her Jackal and any other passerby who happened to tread the forest. There was also the rare occasion where she'd decide to leave the forest only to realize how little she was prepared in the face of the worst of the world's inhabitants. She shuddered, thinking about them.\n\nJuna had gone lost in thought during the Oni's explanation, only gazing up to the Oni as she realized she had asked her if she wanted to get some breakfast at an inn. \"Oh-\"*Juna said quickly, pushing back her thoughts to refocus on the Oni's words.*\"Yes... Some breakfast would be nice...\"*Jace had lifted his head up as the Oni went to pet him, trying to sniff at her hand in his normal amount of suspicion towards others before eventually coming to sit back down.*"
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{
"author": "Ikari Fumetsu",
"message": "Ikari gave the canifor a smile as she spoke, \"Good. I'll pay, order whatever you want. We can talk about any questions or concerns you have when we get there.\" The demon lightly took the canifor's hand, despite her size and most probably immense strength she was more than gentle. Her grip was warm and comforting as she led the canifor along towards a large building, the sign on the front reading 'The Careful Carrot'. Entering the building, she led the duo towards the bar, pulling out a stool for the woman and sitting herself."
},
{
"author": "Narrator",
"message": "The door creaked open as they both entered. They could hear their own boots against the wooden floor, considering how silent it was. Only two folk spoke on a table by the entrance. They paused, observed the two and offered Ikari a nod and smile. Once the two approached the counter, another gate squeaked - this time the one behind the bar. From behind it, a ginger haired dwarf appeared. Short albeit muscular, he donned many tattoos on his forearms. Varying from nearly naked women to various runic signs and symbols, they fit his masculine visage effortlessly. Slicked back short hair contrasted the longer and carefully groomed beard, a mustache curved by its edges.\n\nHe cleared his throat loudly enough that it echoed in the empty room and neared a sink. There he rinsed his mouth and gargled some sputum before spitting it out. The lora then got up onto a platform that helped him reach the height of a normal man and grabbed one of the steel mugs by the corner. He began wiping it before he finally noticed the two that had entered. With a jerk of his head the bartender squinted his eyes, bags underneath them. A sleepy smile overtook his face, followed by a hoarse voice. \"Scared me for a moment, lass. We're still closed, so I thought someone had entered on their own. Fortunately, it is you.\" His accent was dwarven in nature."
},
{
"author": "Bottleriver",
"message": "The short man moved up to the two and leaned over the counter. They could better see his disheveled shirt and fancy suit vest reflect the faint light gleaming through the wall windows. He placed his dense hand on Ikari's shoulder and tapped it twice. \"I'm happy to see ye.\" He bounced back behind the bar and continued cleaning the mug. \"Some of these days I wonder if ye or Lucien'll even make it back home safely. Warms me heart to see me fears proven wrong.\" After a pause, he continued. \"Anyways! What would the tall red lass and the short - although that is hypocritical for me to say, cani one like? Ye both seem pretty and fresh so early in the morning. Could it be ye betrayed me and had yer coffee somewhere else?\" The dwarf grinned, slowly waking up. He spoke eloquently, not so much as their vampire friend to sound like one of those nobles. Instead, a tinge of sincerity and warmth made him appear personable."
},
{
"author": "Ikari Fumetsu",
"message": "The demon flashed the dwarf a smile at the lora's touch, glancing up at him. Although her smile was genuine, and she did seem quite lively there was definitely exhaustion in her face. Depending on what the man knew of how far the oni had probably rode to get here in time, he'd have a pretty good guess as to why. She responded in kind to him, \"We're fine, though that trip definitely didn't go as planned. Lucien'll probably show up here in a few days. He's just handling a few things first.\" She'd lightly roll her shoulders, stretching backwards in her stool as the dwarf removed his hand. The woman laughed as she heard the dwarf's mention of coffee, \"Course not, I would never. She's a bit new though, so maybe.\" She'd respond.\n\n\"I'll take some venison, with hare and sweet potatoes.\" She'd answer in regard to what, \"Ale to drink,\" The oni would shortly add on, before casting her eye over to Juna. \"Don't be worried about price, you're fine I promise, and don't forget to feed your hound.\" She'd state, her tone pretty firm in regard to how much she meant for her to order what she wanted."
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{
"author": "Karina",
"message": "*She had finally decided after several days of staying in her inn room that she would actually explore the City, She would occasionally catch the eye of others as her coat and mask wasn't exactly something people would see everyday, As she walked down the street she would look left and right at all the building to see if one caught her eye*"
},
{
"author": "Gerhard Halme",
"message": "*Gerhard, decisively looking around the streets for any faces that matched his contracted target, along with looking for any bounty boards/public offers, just to add an extra amount of payment to what he can get. Looking around, his chainmail slightly glimmering in the right rays of sun, he spotted someone that seemed a little more then an obvious outcast of the crowds surrounding it. Some person with a mask and a get up Gerhard had never seen before caught his eye. Was this person an informat? A target? Hell a employer? He didn't know but he needed. He wanted to. His job required all stones to be upturned and no leads unchecked to accomplish his contracts.*\n\n*With the person noticed, he tried his hardest to seem unfaltered by the persons appearance but give some level of notice to them, making it obvious he was looking for/to them, then dodging into a small shop front, hastily and uncharacteristically, to try and lure the masked one to him*"
},
{
"author": "Karina",
"message": "*She would usually take a quick glance at most who looked at her but there was one who caught her eye among the rest she was curious but didn't want to change her course yet she would continue to glance at the Reptilian who was looking at her, She would attempt to hide her glances by looking around her whenever she would do so, A few strangers would look at her as if she was weird for looking around so often but she didn't quite mind*\n\n*She had finally decided to let her curiosity get the best of her she would slowly move towards the small shop, He seemed to be trying to draw her attention but she didn't deduct that much she was just curious as to why the strange Reptilian was looking at her even more so then most of the crowd.*"
},
{
"author": "Gerhard Halme",
"message": "*Ducking into the shop and seeing atleast someone following him by takking a quick glance behind, he closed the shop door hastily and hid near the door and its frame, out of the way the door swung, waiting for the masked one to move through the door. He was ready to pounce and not let go till he was sure it was not a threat or target. For all intensive purpose, every fiber in his being told him to capture and interrogate this person, for why though, he did not know. He recognised this as a divine path laid out and had no question for it, following it without falter*"
},
{
"author": "Karina",
"message": "*She would arrive at the front of the shop, Taking a deep breath she would open the door and look inside, She would check any visible area from the door being opened before finally deciding to walk in, After entering she would find herself in a headlock trying to pry the Reptilians arm away from her*"
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*On this drizzly afternoon, Terrel would find himself making his way through the marketplace. It was often he had to visit what with so many mouths to feed that he kept with him these days. Five animals total. Perhaps even he should be included in the mix as upon his face rested a mask that carried resemblance to a pig. It was an odd fashion choice, though it seemed to work well with his long locks of pink hair, intentional or not.\n\nHis horse trotted by his side while the two tried to find some shelter from the impending storm. It seemed that many had already retreated for the day, leaving the streets less crowded than usual while also making buildings that weren't already packed harder to find. His horse let out a tired snort with how long they've walked, especially with all the bags it had to carry at his sides. Terrel gave the horse a light pat on his side.*\"Don't worry, we'll find a nice stable for you too.\""
},
{
"author": "Cathal Murphy",
"message": "*Cathal walked through the streets of the busy town, he was headed to the barracks to get a mission from the captain of the guard. He looked around, the smell of bread being cooked, the people talking and going through there day. He had rarely ever felt like this due to him living in nobility for most of his life. It made him feel free. As he was headed to the barracks he decided to bring his horse to a stable.* \"Lets get you to a stable shall we\"*He said as he patted his horse*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*As Terrel made his way through the streets of Salvania, gradually heading past the locals, he'd find himself soon coming across a distant stable.*\"Doesn't seem too occupied.\"*He'd say before turning to his horse.*\"Good enough for you?\"*The horse gave an exasperated snort, but soon enough Terrel would make his way towards it. At the edge of his vision, he'd spot Cathal heading over to the stable, soon saying:*\"Seems like someone's already beat us to it.\""
},
{
"author": "Cathal Murphy",
"message": "*As Cathal tied his horse in the stable, he saw a person looking at him with what he presumed was jealousy.* \"Oh... Sorry about that, thats a... Nice horse you got there\""
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel gazed at the man, regarding him as he decided to compliment his horse.*\"Thanks, but that doesn't really keep him out of the rain.\"*He commented in a neutral tone. The rain was bound to pick up soon with the hairs of his horse gradually getting plastered to his neck and his along with it.*\"I'm guessing this place is already filled up with the weather?\"*He'd ask, having to speak a bit louder as the wind and rain began to pick up.*"
},
{
"author": "Cathal Murphy",
"message": "*Cathal felt bad for the man and his horse, but his horse was no good in the rain either.* \"If you want to try to squeeze your horse in there with mine we could try that, otherwise I got no Idea\" *Cathal took off his helmet as he was talking and placed it on a stool, he then began to hitch his horse to the post*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Good enough for you Carl?\"*He'd ask his horse. Carl would let out snort, flicking his tail with enough force to cause some of the water to fly at the Elf's face, which under the protection of the pig mask didn't phase him too much.*\"Yeah don't mention it.\"*He said sarcastically, before leading his horse into the stable and getting him tied down as the sky began to darken more and more from the weather.*\"Thanks... Again...\"*He'd say to Cathal as he watched the rain sweep it's way through the streets from where he stood beneath the little shelter of the stable.*\"Looks like there won't be much traveling today.\""
},
{
"author": "Cathal Murphy",
"message": "\"No problem.\" *Cathal said as he gave some room the the mans horse. The rain started to poor so hard you could on see a few yards in front of you.* \"Well hopefully the rain will be lighter in a few minutes. Hey, if you want we could head over to the tavern and chat to pass the time.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Guess there's nothing else to do besides soaking up the rain.\"*He said with a chuckle. After allowing some silence to ensue, he'd turn his head to the Tavern.*\"Yeah... Let's go, storm's picking up out here and rather not get caught in it.\"*Though it wasn't his first choice, choices didn't seem too abundant out here. Besides, he could at least show some gratitude for not having to deal with an annoyed wet horse at the end of the day.*"
},
{
"author": "Cathal Murphy",
"message": "*Cathal and the man began to run to the tavern. Cathal has left his armor in his horses bag, only wearing regular clothing. After about 30 seconds they got to the tavern drenched in water.* \"Hey would you guys like some towels?\" *A women said holding out 2 towels to them* \"Oh, why thank you\" *Cathal said as a he took one of the towels and began to rub his hair and clothes with it.*"
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*As he headed his way inside with the water plastering his clothes to him, he'd find himself giving a quiet sigh, knowing very well the storm his horse was left to in the stables and how nervous he tended to get. Reaching for his hair tie, Terrel would remove it allow his drenched hair to fall down just slightly past his shoulders. It had seemed to have grown longer since he had last cut, perhaps he had given up in that endeavor. With the woman giving him the towel, he'd gratefully take it and would begin wiping at the area around his face that properly showed through the mask, being careful of his hair with the knowledge of the bird that took shelter there. Tzu would poke his small head out from it, letting out a quiet chirp from where it sat with its soaking wet fur, or was it feathers perhaps?\n\nTerrel didn't bother so much with his clothes, knowing full well that the towel would hardly do anything.*\"Thanks.\"*He said eventually before tilting his head to one of the tables within the tavern.*\"Let's take a seat shall we?\""
},
{
"author": "Cathal Murphy",
"message": "*Cathal and the man went over to a empty table and sat down.* \"Alrighty, so whats your name? Mines Cathal Murphy of House Murphy.\" *Cathal began to think he was stupid for telling him the man that he was a noble, for all he knew this man could be a bounty hunter. But most bounty hunters would struggle too fight the son of a noble"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*As Terrel sat down, his Furrow would hide back within his hair just as he sat back in his seat to get more comfortable despite his drenched clothes. With Cathal introducing himself along with giving the name of his house, Terrel would raise a hidden eyebrow from beneath his mask. Nobility was he? Of course he was. Terrel never mixed well when it came to nobles much more so in his different ideals, though he didn't feel like rising conflict with him especially when the pouring rain was the other option.*\"Name's Terrel...\"*He'd say.*\"And if I had a name for a House, I probably wouldn't go around saying it.\"*That much was true, though most likely for different reasons to why Cathal shouldn't. For him, his life could be on the line. For Terrel, he wouldn't be proud of it.*"
},
{
"author": "Cathal Murphy",
"message": "\"Yeah probably shouldn't have told you that. But I left that life.\" *Cathal looked at his sword, Elk steel. It was they family heirloom and was used by his great grandfather during the creation of house murphy. It reminded him of who he truly was. He still wondered if he should've left his family, it was only 2 months ago. He also realized he couldn't trust people too much as he was wanted alive for abandoning his duty's. *As Cathal was thinking, a bartender came up too them* \"Would you guys like any drinks?\" *Cathal looked at the man and decided wether or not he wanted any* \"Oh, no thank you im good.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*With Cathal stating that he had left the life of nobility behind, Terrel found a slight feeling of interest towards the subject.*\"Left it behind? Why's that?\"*He'd ask in his normally monotone voice. As the bartender made his way over, Terrel found himself ordering a simple glass of water while he would fold his hands to come to rest on his stomach in waiting of Cathal's explanation. His furrow would peak out behind his hair, coming to walk upon his shoulder with its drenched fur. Terrel would give the bird a light scratch on its flank, allowing it to lay down and relax on his shoulder.*"
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{
"author": "Cathal Murphy",
"message": "*Cathal was now nervous about telling Terrel his past. For all he knew Terrel could turn him in. But he was already deep in this conversation now.* \"Well... It's a long story, but I left because Im afraid of the things I will face once I become lord of our house after my father dies. It's also because I've... Seen thing no one should have too see\" *Cathal had already told his stories to another person, but that was in the forest, and Cathal trusted that person enough to tell them. But Terrel was a man he just met in a busy town, and could possible be a bounty hunter.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"So you took the coward's way out, hm?\"*He'd say, watching as his Furrow would begin to climb down his arm, making its way to his hand, before weaving between his fingers in such a rhythmic fashion that it appeared he was shuffling it about as one would do a coin when they were bored.*\"I suppose fear is a good motivator.\"*As Cathal mentioned seeing things, Terrel would look back over to him with a sense of curiosity.*\"Seen things... Like what? Torture, death, maiming?\"*He asked, listing the things out in such a nonchalant tone that it was a wonder if those sort of things even phased him. Perhaps this pig elf was used to it, making it a wonder what exactly he did day to day.*\"Maybe something unnatural even?\"*Terrel would raise question at the last part, knowing very well what strange things went on in the forests outside of towns, maybe even this run away noble could tell him something.*"
},
{
"author": "Cathal Murphy",
"message": "*Cathal could sense the disapproval in Terrel's voice, he also sensed that Terrel had seen horrible things too, but Cathal decided to tell him what he saw* \"Have you ever seen thousands of men, kill each other ruthlessly. Have you seen thousands if bodies piled so high it makes a hill, a hill that keeps growing as more men kill each other. Have you ever drowned a man in blood snd mud, pushing his face as he hits your feet screaming for mercy. Did you watch as horses slammed into each other, arrows cutting down men left and right. Did you hear the screams and blood curling cries of men being slaughtered. Did you ever see your brother die right in front of you, arrows hitting his back, and you proceeded to kill dozens of men in a blind fury.\" *Cathal stopped. He realized he was shaking, he also felt bad for talking like that* \"Im... Sorry about that\""
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"No, but you're definitely giving me new ideas-\"*Terrel would respond, finding himself having to silence himself before he could finish as he began to notice Cathal shaking from the descriptions. The Elf personally couldn't say he's had such experiences, let alone with his own family. The sight of blood, however, never left him queasy or distraught, especially considering he's specifically spilled it from others. Even with allies, he wondered how phased he'd be by it, knowing so little of them at times. Maybe it was simply him.*\"Don't apologize to me.\"*He'd say eventually, deciding to try lightening the mood.*\"I'm not your commander or anything, I'm just a random pig you've met on the streets.\""
},
{
"author": "Cathal Murphy",
"message": "*Cathal could see that Terrel was changing the subject, but he decided to go along with it* \"Yea, I never thought I meet a talking pig, but hey, who knows who you'll meet out here!\" *Cathal said chuckling"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Seeing Cathal shift away from the topic, Terrel would say:*\"Probably a bunch of thieves knowing the streets of Salvania, but I suppose there's a noble sprinkled in there every now and then. Never thought of there being one in Salvania though.\"*He'd say. Terrel himself didn't really know much of the upperclassman, not really caring enough nor bothering to take the time to learn. Though he never really considered Salvania much of an upper class place so much as a great central location for marketplaces and other businesses.*"
},
{
"author": "Cathal Murphy",
"message": "\"Well im not actually from salvania, im from upper Mentia\" *Cathal regretted telling Terrel that. He knew he needed to work on how to trust people, and who to trust* \"Where are you from? Or is that something you don't want to tell me?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Mentia, was it? Internally, Terrel found amusement in how much information he was willing to give in the play on words to receive such information. So he was a nobleman from Upper Mentia who ran away from his life. An interesting story to say the least and wouldn't be the first he's met from around there. As Cathal in turn asked him where he's from, Terrel would simply say:*\"I'm but a humble livestock who had traveled far from my farmland. Not much to tell.\"*He said it in a rather dramatic tone, though at least half of it were true. Terrel had traveled far from home. He had a farm once, at least a family one, not much of one to brag about but it was there. However, Terrel found it more entertaining of perceiving himself that way to lessen the question thrown at him when they could see for themself.*"
},
{
"author": "Cathal Murphy",
"message": "*Livestock? Cathal now was starting too think Terrel was playing around with him. Its not like a pig one day grew into a humanoid figure and could talk one day.* \"Livestock eh\" *He chuckled, wondering what else Terrel was going to say about his past*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Indeed... But I suppose livestock isn't anything too special.\"*Terrel would respond, wondering if Cathal wanted him to explain any further. Part of Terrel was tempted to put 'to nobles' at the end, but seeing whatever crisis Cathal was going through, Terrel doubted the reminder would be all too appreciated.*\"As for where I'm from, it's nowhere popular enough to be located. At least not compared to the capitals here...\"*He'd continue, part of his attention caught by his furrow shuffling along his hand.*\"Just another town of elves.\"*As Terrel would say that, he would bring one of his gloved hands to his ear to point at the pointedness of it. It doesn't take much for one to tell an Elf apart from the other races, though Terrel never felt like making it any easier for people to be able to tell with him outside what was already noticeable.*"
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{
"author": "Cathal Murphy",
"message": "*Cathal noticed Terrel bringing his hand to his ear, he hadn't noticed that the pigs ear was pointed. This made Cathal suspicious of the pig, pigs usually didn't have pointed ears. Never less Cathal decided to ignore this* \"This is actually the first time I've been to Salvania, usually my father never really... Had a positive view of it\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Oh? And why's that?\"*Terrel would question, finally drawing his gaze away from his Furrow to look back at Cathal. He could see why most wouldn't think much of Salvania, but it fills its purpose in his eyes. Perhaps there was something deeper about Salvania he knew little of.*"
},
{
"author": "Cathal Murphy",
"message": "\"I don't really know. It's probably because he may fear that salvania one day might try to attack Upper Mentia, so he doesn't trust them.\" *That was the only reason He could think of. His father had never told him why. But Cathal never really had interest in that topic. Just then a soldier came into the tavern. He walked up too Cathal and Terrel.* \"Hey, The captain wants you at the barracks now.\" *He said to Cathal. Then he looked at Terrel* \"You, if you want to earn any money the captain of the guard here has a task for this guy, you can join in if you want. It's good money\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I suppose he has a fair point, who wouldn't want to attack someone just for the sake of it?\"*Terrel would say in what sounded like a joking tone. At the sudden approach of the soldier, the Elf would turn his head towards him with a more neutral look while he spoke to Cathal about needing him at the barracks. As he would turn to Terrel and ask if he wanted to join in, he would raise an eyebrow before folding his hands across his torso.*\"What kind of task?\"*He'd ask. Though it sounded as if he were getting down to business, the Elf's decision was already made up.*"
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{
"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*The beaches of Salvainia, a common tourist location teeming with life during the day, was now a blissfully peaceful landscape at night. The moonlight allowed those with eyes unfamiliar with the night to still appreciate the beauty of the sparkling waves and the porcelain white sand.*\n\n*It was a sight Mizu always appreciated. No matter where you were in the world, it is always under the same starry bright sky and connected by the same ocean. It was a sight she wanted to share with her beautiful son, and she would point to the stars as she cradled him in her other arm*\n\n\"Do you see all all the star over there Yuzu. They are sparkly, aren't they?~ Even 100 years from now these stars will still be here. One of the few yet also many things that will out live us~\"\n\n*Of course Yuzu didn't really understand anything Mizu was saying, but would make happy gurgling sounds as he looked up into the sky and reached out for the stars with his 2 arms. Mizu thought it was cute and let out a giggle. Ah, how wonderful it was to have the beach all to themselves*"
},
{
"author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza",
"message": "Ryza was walking in the countryside alone, he always liked the peace of the night, no drunken shouts or violent brawls, just peace... He was sketching down something, a portrait of a woman in his 20s, with a big grin and a cheery expression. He sighs, closing the book before putting it in his rucksack.\n\nHe overheard the chuckle and was curious where it came from, he saw a moonlit woman and her child. He was surprised, this road were usually quiet in the night, he looked at the moon again, before approaching the two of them. \n\n\"The beauty of the night sky, truly.\" He states, more akin to whisper than a statement though. \"I'm sorry if i am bothering you, ma'am. But is it quite risky to be here in the night? Especially with your child.\""
},
{
"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu's ears would twitch upon hearing footsteps across the sand heading toward her and Yuzu. She would draw in Yuzu close to her chest, but continue staring up to the sky as to not alert the individual approaching. She was surprised anyone would be at the beach at this time of night, but perhaps they were like her and enjoyed basking in the moonlight?*\n\n*Getting a closer look, the individual appeared to be a male silver haired elf. His clothing and mannerisms gave the impression of someone from higher standing. There didn't seem to be any immediate threat, so she evaluated that there was no need to go fully defensive just yet*\n\n\"The night sky is beautiful, which is why I wanted to show it to my child. Roses without thorns lose their charm~\"\n\n*She would then turn to face the stranger with a mischievous smile* \n\n\"How about yourself? I don't often see many individuals come out to the beach this late. Were you perhaps referring to yourself when talking about risks?\" \n\n*Her other hand would stealthily make its way to her spear in preparation for any sudden movements from the elf. She would protect her child with her life if need be*"
},
{
"author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza",
"message": "\"I'm too old for that, far too old.\" The Silnari replied, he smiled faintly, his senses noticed the woman reaching a weapon, his soldiers instinct kicking in again.\n\n\"No need for such actions, ma'am, i mean no harm.\"\n\nRyza stand beside Mizu, but his gaze was not too her's or the child's, but the starry sky and the blue, ethereal moonlight.\n\n\"Love is an interesting thing, isn't t? It has many meanings, both platonic and romantic, i'm sure you love that baby as much as you love his father, whomever it may be, and i love the sea and the sky as much as i will love my children.\""
},
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu's hand would halt over the shaft of her spear upon being called out. Of course she wouldn't move it away just because the stranger said so. But seeing him divert his attention back to the sky, she would relax and look up to the luminescent moon as well*\n\n\"Love is complex~ I love my child far more than his father, and I love his father much more than I do than aspects of nature.\"\n\n*She would let out a slight chuckle* \"I'm sure after finding a mate and child you will look back and realize how silly you were to compare that love to your love of the sea and sky.\"\n\n*She would look far out toward the ocean's horizon and let out a reminiscent sigh* \"I understand where those words come from though. We both can live for so long that only nature can keep us company. Rarely changing, everlasting. They do not need our love, but we can't help but fall in love with them anyway. Cold yet majestic. They would be cruel lovers, wouldn't they?~\""
},
{
"author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza",
"message": "\"I've experienced pain long enough that i finally come to enjoy it, i've been hugged by the winter and cold that i fell in love with it, i've felt lost too many time that i cherish the leaves falling in the autumn.\"\n\nRyza sighes again. \"Wine, the sky and sea, they never left me, lovers though? Kin? They do, they always do...\" *The elf chuckled, a hidden scar was revealed in the moonlit near his neck, a deep gash, old it was, very ancient indeed.\n\n\"My name is Aureas Haevran Ryza, you can call me Ryza, i'm a humble servant of Silvainia, nothing more and nothing else...\""
},
{
"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu would eye the scar on the elf's neck and raise her eyebrows in surprise. When she used to be a vampire she would always feel a deep hunger within her whenever she gazed upon a creatures blood-rich neck. But now, there was nothing. She could finally look at individuals without thinking of them as food, she was no longer constantly hungry. She would be amused by the new sensation, or rather lack of sensation. Although to the elf it might appear that she was surprised by the scar*\n\n\"Ryza, such a noble sounding name for someone who calls themselves a humble servant~ I'm Kyuu and my son's name is Ketsu.\"\n\n*She would glance over her own hands and smirk. If she didn't have her vampiric abilities she would likely have been more heavily scarred than the elf, but instead she skin gave the impression of a sheltered mother who had never been in combat before*\n\n\"I may not look like it, but I'm no stranger to pain or loss either. Though, I am not one to judge one's means of coping.\"\n\n*Yuzu would start to yawn and Mizu would swaddle him to sleep, humming a soothing lullaby she had heard on her trek through Lymia. After putting him to sleep she would turn her attention back to Ryza*\n\n\"As fellow nature lover, are there any other locations nearby you would recommend? I wish to show my son all the beauties of the world\""
},
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"author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza",
"message": "\"You saw it, my apologies.\" Ryza felt the reaction he was too familiar with, and instinctively covered his neck with a scarf from his rucksack.\n\n\"Truth be told I'm tired of hiding my past, what's the purpose of it? You're just trying to let those memories dies, those precious moments of happiness you have with them, your parents, your siblings, your comrades, they have left this world, and instead of remembering them, you decided it was nothing but a vain past, you are too afraid to see them head on, you are *Offended* By it.\"\n\nRyza stopped to take a heavy sigh.\n\n\"You and i are old Kyuu. I can see clearly, maybe you're older than me, maybe you're younger than me, but we are both old, too old to live perhaps.\"\n\nThe elf emotion was empty, his faint smile faded and a cold gaze pierced even the moon. He listened to the lullaby of the mother, it reminded him of his own, a single tear dropping from his eye to where the deep gash should be, now covered in warm scarf. He listened to Kyuu voice and he question before giving her a solemn look.\n\n\"Go to the Yor Gate, the sight there is gorgeous, or the Vinu River that flowed from the sea to Narshapi.\""
},
{
"author": "Mizu",
"message": "\"The past is made up by what you do in the present, and your present determines your future. So to me, the best time to focus on is a the present, which is why it's a 'gift'~\" *She would say with a teasing grin*\"So I agree, there is no need to hide your past, but also don't dwell on it.\"\n\n*Mizu would then chuckle at the mention of her age* \"You aren't much of a charmer, are you?~ You shouldn't tell a lady she is old~\"\n\n\n*She would then ponder over the locations the elf gave and nod in agreement*\n\n\"Ah, good choices indeed. It has been a while since I visited either of them. Would be nice to see how much they changed, if at all\" *It was clear that like her, the elf was well versed with travel*\n\n*She contemplated if she should take her leave and start heading to those locations. However, seeing a fellow traveler look so empty plucked at heartstrings a bit*\n\n\"...We live for so long, so we will of course experience more pain and loss than anyone else. But it also means we can enjoy and gain more than anyone as well. I do not know why you wander or what you are running away from, but know that there is something out there to fill that hole in your heart. And with our long lives, we will inevitably find it someday\""
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"author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza",
"message": "\"Let's go then, it's not far from here...\" *Ryza said, buckling his rucksack to his waist and straightening his cloak, he walks a few dozen steps before turning back with a slight chuckle.\n\n\"Don't forget that spear of your's, lady Yuzu.\"\n\nHe would lead the both of them through the countryside, the moonlight shine their paths ahead, the distant owl and wolves noises faint yet still clear to the keen eared. Ryza glaive's shine vividly in his back, piercing through it's animal hide scabbard. The elf walks with a specific and distinct rhythm, swift yet with a certain prideful and determined stomp on the earth, like a horse mount gallop.\n\nThey walked for a good few while, and they saw the cottage in the distant, as they draws near they saw the large cottage with two floor and a balcony. The elf unlocked the door to a living room, nothing grand, just a humble table and a few chairs that lead to a stair.\n\n\"The room is upstairs, near the balcony, an empty one, so dont worry, no one will be bothered by you being there.\" Ryza said as he stowed his rucksack on one of the chair, the house were large, but it felt empty, there were more empty rooms than occupied ones. Paintings, poems and paperwork, both finished and unfinished, littered the table with ink and paints complemented those work in table."
},
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu would bow her head out of courtesy* \"Thank you for letting me stay the night. In my long life not many had offered me shelter before\"\n\n*Looking around the cottage, she would grin ever so slightly noticing how many empty rooms there were \"That said, you have a lot of rooms for someone that lives alone. You have a lot of visitors, or is this also part of your 'humility'~\" *Mizu would tease ever so lightly.* \n\n*Her mark had no ill intent associated with it. The cottage wasn't as excessive as some of the noble manors she had seen in the past, and for someone whom she felt was safe to assume was a former noble given his mannerisms, name, and equipment, it surely was humble. But she wanted to simply make a point at how the elf still had things of value and that he hadn't lost everything*\n\n*She would glance around and admire the art scattered around the room* \"I see you're a talented artist. Were you painting the night sky just now?\" *She would ask inquisitively, her curiosity getting the best of her*"
},
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"author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza",
"message": "\"I do have visitors, usually colleagues and civilians having a chat about their concerns, i also have a few housekeepers and secretaries that help me with my work and i do sometimes give people a roof to sleep in if they need so, I don't really have anything worthy of thieves so I don't really fear malevolent individuals that i let into my abode, but yes, for the most part i live alone in this house.\"\n\n\nThere were many paintings in the wall, with descriptive and creative titles accompanying them.\n\n*Euphoric Exhilaration* A painting of a parade, with the night sky decorated with lanterns and cheering crowds, colourful flags and the crescent moon. Another a painting simply titled *Gathering*, a giant piece with many portraits of people, from what looks like his family, his friends, colleagues and companions, some look too young, some look old and there were huge, empty space left in the big canvas. *Dreamers.*, a piece of two Lathian in a place cloudy and asymmetrical, chaotic yet comforting, it captured the vivid idea of dreams and how people interpret them. *The Dancing Demon*, *Cold but Lovely* To name a few.\n\nBut it was the piece *Ulnoor* That struck many others before her, it shown the man capability to terrify; a raw visceral expression of how bloody war can be, ships burning, corpses drowning and a bloody palm holding a glaive, accompanied by a single sentence written near the bottom of the painting, *\"I cannot feel anything, only the numbness, am i the monster here?\"*\n\n\"I started painting one last week, I haven't finished yet but i can let you see it.\" Ryza walked past the grim art covered slightly by a white blanket."
},
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu admired each painting, feeling the raw emotion and effort put into each and every single one of them. Paintings were a great way of preserving the past, to eternalize spectacular events. But the painting 'Ulnoor' struck a chord in her. The pain, the brutality, the horror... It... It excited her*\n\n*From deep within her she once more felt that all consuming hunger, the lust for battle and violence. The monster known as desire. With her grin a bit of that bloodthirsty aura would slip-out, but she would quickly remember where she was and suppress it once more. While she was now human, it would seem her mind still remembered what it was like to be a hedonistic vampire for the past 250 years. The yearning was still there... But she was a mother now as she glanced down to Yuzu*\n\n*She would then shake her head and regain her composure* \n\n\"This painting, I can feel a strong sense of emotion put into it. It really shows the true nature of war and the sensation associated with it\"\n\n*Her gaze would then be drawn to the canvas covered in a blanket, once more letting her curiosity get the best of her*\n\n\"I would love to see it. I am an avid fan of art. They capture the emotion and experiences of the creator and eternalize it. Which is why I always try to take them as souvenirs when I travel. To capture a piece of that moment and always have it with me. You know what I mean?\""
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu would admire the unfinished painting. While rather a bit dull looking at the moment, with a bit of imagination she could visualize the beauty it would have once finished.* \"Fascinating. Paintings reinforce the idea that they are more than the sum of its parts. Much like one's heart\"\n\n*Mizu gaze would turn sympathetic as Ryza explained how others had viewed his artwork*\n\n\"I say it is better to let things out than keep it in. The fact that you can draw what you feel at least tells me that you are capable of understanding it. Lack of understanding from what I've seen is what led many to insanity. Impossible to maintain stability over something you don't understand. So please don't let those reactions discourage you, as it would only harm you in the long run\"\n\n*Her gaze would follow Ryza's and look over the 'The Dancing Demon' artwork. She would also let out another chuckle at Ryza's inquisitive question* \n\n\"You really shouldn't ask a woman her age you know?~ But I suppose you've been kind enough to show your art to me\"\n\n*She would tilt her head and look up to the ceiling, pondering on how to best word how long she had been 'living'*\n\n\"I don't know if I could say I was 'alive' per say, but I've been wandering the land before I even turned 1. I am now a little over 25. How about you?\""
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"author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza",
"message": "Ryza was intrigued by the mention of her age, he seemed quite apologetic about his question but he was more interested in Mizu mentioning the absurdly young age, he was quick to deduce it as a differing perspective in time, but he decided to stay silent about it.\n\n\"My apologies, my curiosity got the best of my manners. I myself have been living for around sixty years in Lathian age, though it feel much more like a century in Macen perspective. Perhaps i am like ten in Oriates year? Time is relative for the both of us, and it seems that time pass far more quickly for you than me.\" \n\nRyza stopped to think, he was not sure how to put it but his more scholarly self was very desperate for the answer to this question.\n\n\"Do tell, do you feel like things change too fast when it has been only a few moment for you? I'm curious.\""
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu wasn't all that surprised by the different measurements of time, but she would be a bit surprised to deduce that the region Ryza had come from measured it in biennium. She assumed the smallest unit of time the longer lived races used were Olympiads. But seeing the amount of violence in his paintings, perhaps it made more sense to have smaller units of time since they didn't live as long as one would expect...*\n\n*That said, she would let out a chuckle over the term 'Oriate year'* \"Ah yes, years. Not a huge surprise that each race and culture would have different measurements for time, but they are all pretty similar. For us oriates it makes more sense to measure things in... Decades is what I think the macen's call it. It seems for Lathian's it would be equivalent to the macen's biennium.\"\n\n*Mizu would then press her hand's together in delight at the mention of time going by too fast*\n\"Why yes, I'm glad I'm not the only one that feels that way!~ It's why I like taking souvenirs, as I often would just turn away for a bit and when I look back something new has taken it's place~\"\n\n*She would then press her hand to chin, reminiscing about the past* \"Can't tell you how many times where I come back to a region to visit an old friend only to find their grandchild or even their great-grandchild instead~\"\n\n*Her gaze would then turn a bit downcast, recalling the less pleasant experiences* \"It sometimes takes a turn for the worse though. It is also common for me to find out they've been dead for a long while and that everyone else had forgotten about them. A blessing and a curse. Blessed to have met them, but cursed with the burden of being left behind...\"\n\n*She would still maintain a grin on her face, but her eyes would be clouded with bits of sadness* \"Makes it hard at times to form bonds when you know they can end in the blink of an eye...\""
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"author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza",
"message": "\"Very much as i expected, you see life in matter of decades where us Silnarian see it more like two to four years, whilst Macen unfortunately see life in a matter of years, though the disparity between elf and human years are a slight annoyance, Oriates perspective in life might be more jarring and frustrating.\"\n\nRyza looked out of the window, feeling the cold breeze when he opened the window slightly.\n\n\"Yuzu, perhaps you should sleep now? You would tire yourself if you keep your child in your hands the entire time, wouldn't it?\"\n\nHe yawns slightly, shaking his head and letting his long hair free from his ponytail, feeling the breeze of the night air.\n\n\"Don't worry about breakfast, i will prepare it, you can just take a break, you probably need it after listening to me.\" He let out a slight chuckle.\n\n\"The door are sliding ones, not the usual door most people are used to.\""
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu would nod in agreement. She was pretty tried from her day's worth of travelling, and taking care of Yuzu was pretty exhausting as well*\n\n\"I'll take you up on that offer. Thank you for your hospitality\"\n\n*Mizu would then head up the stairs and slide the door open. She was a bit curious on why an elf would have a cottage with eastern style doors, but shrugged it off. Despite being an oriate there were western style objects/cultures she enjoyed as well, so the same would likely apply to the elf.*\n\n*Once in the room she would change into her night clothing and create a swaddle for Yuzu next to the bed. She would lay him inside carefully and then look over her gear. Tired as she was, she would make sure her spear was within grabbing distance of the bed and that her gear was easily accessible so she could grab it and run if necessary. Only once all her preparation was set would she lay in the bed and try to fall asleep*"
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"author": "achallor",
"message": "/ sure, we'll continue it later"
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu would wake up the sound of chirping birds and the giggling of an adorable child. After a quick stretching out of her arms and legs, she would glance down lovingly at Yuzu.*\n\n\"Looks like someone is happy today. Sleep well darling?~\" *She would coo as she lifted him up to feed him*\n\n*She would glance over the room, taking note that her weapon and equipment were still besides her. Didn't seem like her host, Ryza, entered the room either. It had been so long since someone had let her sleep in their home, and it was a pleasant feeling. Perhaps losing her vampirism wasn't as bad as she had originally thought it to be.*\n\n*After finishing feeding Yuzu, she would dress herself up and head down the stairs, whistling a merry tone to alert Ryza or anyone else down the stairs that she was coming. If she recalled correctly, Ryza had promised to prepare. Time to see if he kept his promise~*"
},
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"author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza",
"message": "*The smell of fresh foods can be heard from what's presumably the kitchen, it was not far from the stairwell and a faint chatter can be heard from Ryza and another person helping him prepare the dishes.*\n\n*Ryza heard the soft whistle and peek out from the kitchen, he looks much more energetic than last night and a genuine grin decorated his face.*\n\n\"Kyuu! Ah yes, the dishes are nearly done, just wait on the table I'm finishing a few things, give me a second.\"\n\n*He swiftly peek back into the kitchen for a few minutes before heading out with steaming soup and freshly cooked meat, his hand set the soup in the middle of the table, it's broth were clear and it looks like vegetable soup from the looks of it and the meat was seasoned with a sweet-red sauce in the plate.*\n\n*A younger Silnari appeared from the kitchen, bringing with her tea and water, she looks younger than Ryza, though it's kind of hard to differentiate their age of how youthful some Silnari can be, Ryza are definitely one of those elves that looks really young for his age.*\n\n\"Ah yes, i forgot to introduce you to my secretary, Iliana meet Kyuu. Kyuu meet Iliana.\"\n\n*The elf gave a shy smile and a nod to Kyuu as she sat down in one of the wooden chairs, Ryza gave Kyuu a gentle nod offering her the food as he sip his cup of tea.*"
},
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu would take a deep breath, enriching her sense of smell with the rich aroma of the soup a meat. What rich scents they were. She might have had a stronger scent of smell when she was a vampire, but the smell of anything besides blood never caused her to feel hungry. But now her mouth was salivating and her stomach rumbling from a weaker sense of smell*\n\n\"Morning Ryza~ It seems you've kept your promise~\"\n\n*She would walk toward the dining table and take a seat. She was a bit surprised by the appearance of the second silnari, but remembered yesterday he had told her that he had servants help assist him take care of the cottage. She would smile at the secretary as she picked up the tea in her hand*\n\n\"Pleasure to meet you Iliana. Thank you for preparing breakfast. I hope I haven't been too much of a burden on either of you\"\n\n*She would then take a deep sip of her tea. It was good tea, not that she expected anything less. Ryza seemed to be the kind of man who would prioritize the care of others over himself*\n\n\"I see you've made some amazing dishes. Isn't the meat a bit to heavy for breakfast though?~\" *She would tease as she glanced over the red-sauce on said meat* \n\n\"Not that I mind. In fact, I'm rather curious what the red-sauce is~\""
},
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"author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza",
"message": "\"I prefer to have a hearty breakfast before going to work, it's just a habit of mine so i can go ahead working without having to worry about an empty stomach. As for the sauce, it's Iliana's family secret sauce, she is really adamant for me to not know the ingredients, she didn't let me into the kitchen while she made it.\"\n\n*Ryza gave a slight chuckle, he sipped his cup again before letting a quiet sigh, cutting the tender meat and chewing it.*\n\n*Iliana gave a quick glare and a pout to Ryza, she looks embarrassed that he mentioned her overprotectiveness over her family's sauce, Ryza gave a smug whistle and turned the other way sipping his cup of tea, they both act like siblings bickering about their toys.*\n\n\"Today i can go to work a bit later than usual, and the weather is perfect today, i love windy and cloudy day.\"\n\n*They both ate their meal slowly, a silence blanket the conversation as they enjoy their meal. Ryza looks a bit aloof again, as he looked out of the kitchen's window drinking his tea, filling the cup again without even looking at the cup attentively.*\n\n\"Iliana, have you heard of any news about a monstrous feline attacking convoy? I got a rumour from who i presume to be knight talking about it, he's drunk so I'm not really sure if he's telling the truth or not.\" Ryza suddenly said turning around to Iliana, she looked a bit caught off-guard by the statement and started to think.\n\n\"No, I don't believe so, but there's a lot more cases of convoys and people going missing in the forest routes, could be that monster the knight mention to you.\"\n\n*Ryza nods before he looked at Kyuu again.*\n\n\"So it seems you got a good night sleep, eh? How's the room? Comfortable?\""
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "\"Ah secret huh~ Well I can understand keeping secrets. Can even say the mystery adds to the flavor~\" \n\n*Mizu would observe the two interact and let out a chuckle herself. Such a peaceful environment. To eat delicious food and engage in simple gossip, it was moments like these that make one truly appreciate life*\n\n*Just as Mizu was about to dig into the tender meat herself, Yuzu would let out a small cry. She would let out an amused sigh and instead take a spoonful of broth and carefully blow on it before feeding it to Yuzu*\n\n\"The smell made you hungry, didn't it darling~ There there, eat up. Mommy has plenty to share\"\n\n*After feeding Yuzu his fill, she would then dine into the steak. As the meat and the sauce reached her palate, her ears and tail would perk up. What a rich flavor!*\n\n\"Delicious! You've really been enjoying the good life, haven't you Ryza. Being able to eat delicious food like this everyday, I'm envious\"\n\n*She would happily enjoy the rest of her meal as she listened in on the small talk between Iliana and Ryza. Seemed like simple talk of monsters attacking conveys. Not all that uncommon of an occurrence in her experience. Well nothing for her to really worry about. Unlike a convey with their loud horses, she was more than capable of going through the woods unnoticed.*\n\n*She would be a bit caught off-guard when the topic turned to her, but she simply smiled and nodded*\n\n\"Compared to sleeping in the woods, having a roof over my head as well as a bed made sleeping much more comfortable. It's been a long while since I've been able to enjoy such a comfort. So thank you for your hospitality once more\"\n\n*She would finish her meal and lazily look out the window. She would love to simply sit-back and relax in silence in this peaceful morning, but she knew she shouldn't overstay her welcome. Might as well engage in small-talk before leaving though*\n\n\"You say you have work. Do you mean painting? If so, I wouldn't mind buying one. A souvenir to capture this moment in my life. Is that alright with you?\""
},
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"author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza",
"message": "\"Oh, I'm not a painter, i just do it as a therapeutic past-times, i work as a civil magistrate in the Salvainian government, and yes! I would be happy to give you a souvenir, in fact, last night I finished the night sky painting, i was inspired after last night sightseeing. I put it somewhere near the door, probably on the window-side, I don't mind if you want to have it as a gift.\" *Ryza replied, a grin formed in his face.*\n\nIliana nods too. \"You're welcome to come by here anytime Miss Kyuu, our doors are open for you if you so desire.\"\n\n*Ryza finished his meal and his now-fourth cup of tea, he filled it again with the kettle, now already cold, he seemed to not mind it, and even drank the cup whole.*\n\n\"Any plans for your endeavours Kyuu? Maybe you're good to the Yor Sea? Or peter even to Mentia?,\"\n\n*Ryza looked down to the empty cup before standing up, he looks like he's on a sudden hurry.*\n\n\"I forgot i have something very important to attend to, guess i need to go now, please don't rush yourself Miss Kyuu, you're free to stay here anytime.\"\n\n*With that, Ryza left the kitchen's table and the house, Iliana collected the dirty dishes and excusing herself from the table, they both look busy it seems.*"
},
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu would bow her head graciously* \"Thank you for the gift. I shall treasure it for the rest of my life, however 'short' it may be~\" \n\n*Mizu would finish her meal and tea as well before dismissing herself from the table. She would head to the window and just like Ryza had said, the painting of the beautiful night sky was there. While it could not compare to the real thing, it had still captured the essence of the moment that was worthy of admiration*\n\n\"You truly are gifted. Perhaps even a gift for the world\" *She would say as she carefully rolled up the painting and placed it into one of her map carrying containers.*\n\n*She would then follow Ryza to the door with a grin on her face*\n\n\"I appreciate the offer to stay. If I ever come around again I'll be sure to take the offer. But I'm sure you can tell my spirit isn't capable of staying in one place for long. I need to always seek new stimulations, lest my mind grows insane or even worse, dull. But I'll take your offer to walk through the city. It has been a while and would love to see what has changed since I've last been here\""
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"author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza",
"message": "\"Ah, very well then! Follow me.\" Ryza never realized his workplace can intrigue someone, he spent most of his work delegating papers, inquire a myriad of news, and other sombre bureaucratic work, to realise it taken the interest of someone like Kyuu, well, it was surprising to say the least.\n\nHe walked through the quiet road of the city, his steps swift and lightweight, but still making sure the woman followed him. The buildings in the city-centre were grand, bath-houses, taverns, markets, villas, towers, anything really. Then he stopped in front of a building that look like a forum hall of sort, dozens of cloaked figures comes and go front the arched entrance-way, bringing stacks of papers or walking confidently with an open hand.\n\nThen Ryza realized Kyuu was not walking alongside him, he made a little shocked expression, before seeing Kyuu talking with a wandering flower merchant, he crossed his arms in amusement, listening to the smug and witty reply of Kyuu that surprised the merchant, he gave a quiet chuckle before being too surprised that the women gave him the flower she bought, he accepted the flower and gave Kyuu a mischievous grin."
},
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"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Would tilt her head, wondering why Ryza was mischievously smiling at her. Wasn't really the response she was expecting, but she would return the grin with her own and look toward the bureaucratic building*\n\n\"So this is where you work. Seems like no matter which nation you go to, if it has a bureaucratic building it is going to be filled with busy bodies. Sitting behind a desk filling our papers isn't a life I would want, but to each their own\"\n\n*She would then glace over to the flower she had picked out for Ryza and then to him* \"You know, why are you working as a magistrate? Given our long lives I would assume you would grow bored of desk work as well. You don't seem like someone who is after the money either. Why not pursue your passion and make a living selling your paintings like that flower merchant.\""
},
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"author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza",
"message": "Ryza would ponder the question as he turned his gaze to the purple flower.\n\n\"I have considered it, of course i did, but i never decided to. You see Kyuu, after i served in the Salvainian army for decades, i was honourably discharged after my service, of course i could just live my life like any retiree would, but one of my superior offered me the position in the civil service, and i, after careful consideration, accepted the offer. Some might ask why i did so, my only answer is that i want to do good, i want to serve others, and well, here i am, seventy years later.\"\n\nHe would let a sigh and a reassuring smile, a genuine one at that, he seemed to see the burden of arduous and sometime painfully boring task as a necessary thing he should do, and he quite enjoys it really, it's boring, not like the chaotic mess that is the horror of war.\n\n\"I'm afraid this is the farthest you can go, it's not really forbidden for citizens to go to my workplace, but they need to have a really good reason to or tell their visit in advance, i'm sorry if this displeases you, but i hope you have a good travel.\""
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{
"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Do good? Serve others? Were those things long-lived individuals actually wanted?*\n\n*Good and evil have had no meaning in her eyes, it always varied between the various societies she visited. While the core concept of killing each other was seen as 'evil', there were cultures where the line was very thin on when it was acceptable to kill another and not be considered 'evil'. Good was whatever society wanted it to be, and for long lived races, it wasn't unusual for them to outlive said societies. So why try to live your life following their abstract concept of good?* \n\n*And serving others? Sure, aiding one another wasn't too bad. Could be rather nice infact, and is the foundation of society. But a magistrate was basically a slave of the state. Instead of enjoying his days in the cottage painting and drinking tea with Iliana, he would rather work behind a desk regulated by so many mundane rules? Even now he could not let her visit his workplace. Was a life without even that much freedom really enjoyable?*\n\n*Her gaze would glance over to his smile. It seemed genuine. But his eyes gave off the same impression of an old friend of hers. Yes, it was the eyes of someone avoiding their problems...*\n\n\"It sounds like you're trying to get rid of me~ Are you really so restricted on who you can let in? Even ignoring that, are you really happy with this sort of life?\"*She would say as glanced back to the flower she had given him*\n\n\"I don't know much about your past, or your pain. But it seems odd to me that you would ask a stranger to look for your family when are fulling capable yourself. Are you afraid of meeting her? Afraid of your past?\"\n\n*She would then glance over to the magistrate building, now with a bit of disgust in her eyes. Maybe this was why she avoided them in the past, their existence goes against her nature* \n\n\"Your workplace is starting to look like a prison to me. Not that uncommon for prisoners to find their cells to be a safe-haven either. Some even commit crimes after escaping to come back. Are you purposefully locking yourself here Ryza? Cus to me, you have, or rather, had two options for a long time. Searching for your sister, or serving the state? Following your guilt-filled passion, or fulfilling a painless yet dull obligation? If I were in your position, the answer appears simple...\" \n\n*Mizu would then pull in Yuzu close to her chest as if indicating her answer.*\n\n\"For you it seems to be the opposite. Is that the case?\""
},
{
"author": "Aureas Haevran Ryza",
"message": "Those words, they stung, choked and suffocated him silently. He endured wounds in his years, but he knew nothing could pierce his veil as hard as blunt words. Foolish of him, why did he told this, *Stranger*, *His* Story, he should've have told her what is necessary — emotions be damned, this is exactly *Why* He never made anymore ties, some people are just too clumsy with their words, and he knew she was right, the woman slapped him with the truth, but he chose to ignore it, he tried to deny the word's existence, but he failed.\n\nKyuu angered him, but he never shouted, never barked, he just chose to stay silent, dumbfounded his expression was, he didn't care, he didn't want to answer the question, not today, definitely not now, maybe even never.\n\nHis views on what good means, of course it's obedience, he's a soldier, born to a noble family that served his state for his entire life, of course it's biased, it was hammered to his head, but now, now the screws were loose.\n\n\"I-i uhm... I don't know...\"\n\n He blurted out, of course, the eloquent poet, the artist, mumbled only uncertainty, his expression were a mix of anger, confusion, sadness, guilt, self-reassurance and meaningless.\n\nTruth was, this was only a fragment of his story, others he successfully forgotten, others just faded into obscurity.\n\n\"I think you overstepped your boundaries, Kyuu, you're right, I just want a quiet life with dull obligations, you're correct, i am afraid of my past, but i am sorry, sometimes you just felt enough pain that you don't want to feel anything anymore.\"\n\nHe glared towards the woman, but the emotion is not of fury, no, it's of disappointment, towards himself, towards *Her*."
},
{
"author": "Mizu",
"message": "*Mizu would lower her gaze a bit, aware of the sentiment Ryza now had toward her. But she didn't take a step back nor flinch. Instead she would have a sympathetic smile on her face*\n\n\"Overstepped my boundaries huh... You're right. An old friend of mine said something similar when I confronted them as well. I'm but a stranger yet met yesterday. These things are better said by those close to you. Those that actually know your pain...\"\n\n*She didn't want things to turn this way. The two of them were having a happy morning, and they would've split ways none the wiser about the troubles they hid in their hearts. Now the elegant silnari painter was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a confused, suffering, war-veteran. As for her, the mischievous traveler was now a... Well she didn't know what she was. That was for Ryza to decide. She should honestly stop butting into business that wasn't hers, making assumptions of those who barely knew her. But even so...*\n\n\n*Mizu would once again look back into Ryza's gaze with firm resolve in her eyes.*\n\n\"...Even so, I think it's best to that I overstepped them. Cus you most certainly wouldn't move beyond them. It's fine if you resent me. Better me, a stranger you just met and likely never see again, than someone close to you.\"\n\n*Her gaze would then move from Ryza down toward Yuzu* \"I have grown fond you, and it is against my nature to let those I care about walk down a path of self-stagnation. I'm an explorer after all. I lead people to the wonders of the world, guide them through the dangers of nature. Even if they offer me nothing in return and hate me for it.\"\n\n*She would then take a deep breath, trying to steady her own heart for what is to come* \n\n\"So let me help you. You can say whatever you want to me, you could even hit me if you wish. But don't waste away your life doing this. Even though time is abundant for us, or rather, because it is so abundant for us, it is so easy for us to waste it away. The pain, it's always going to be with, isn't it? By ignoring it you're only allowing it to fester. I can only tell you from my own experience that if you truly want to find peace in your life, you have to face your past and move on from your pain.\""
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{
"author": "Mizuki Tanaka",
"message": "*A white haired woman strolls into the capital with her hands gripping the straps of the backpack she had on her. She never have been to the capital of the Salvainian Empire before. It was a new sight for the woman and she was quite excited but kept her excitement on the inside. For now she was just touring the city and is taking a small break from earning money*"
},
{
"author": "Doram Virmar",
"message": "*From a distance she can hear two men arguing one very small the other what on the larger side the small one is very coverd showing almost no skin there conversation is not easy to hear but she can hear the little one say \"I don't know why you wanted to come here we won't get money here we should have gone to upper Mentia\"*"
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "A large armored man appears in the streets. With his helmet removed several scars make themselves visible besides the piercing grey eyes that dart beneath his black hair. He is using a huge halberd as a sort of walking stick and appears at a stall selling beer. After getting a large mug, he approaches behind Doram and slaps him on the shoulder, almost knocking him over. \"Hey! We are here to rearm and see if there are any contracts that these rich brats have need of our services for. We are here to make money, not enjoy ourselves\" *He immediately takes a huge swig of beer when he finishes the sentence.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel made his way along the streets of Salvania, his horse in tow as he tugged at his lead. It seemed like this place would make for a nice pit stop to gather supplies before continuing his travels. At least that's what he thought before the sound of distant arguing seemed to catch his attention. Turning his gaze over towards the two men, he'd raise a hidden eyebrow of curiosity from beneath his mask. From the sounds of it, it seemed like they were talking over getting contracts for some easy money. With a brief shake of his head and a sly grin forming to the two, he'd say to himself:*\"Well this should be good...\"*Before turning to listen in on the conversation.*"
},
{
"author": "Doram Virmar",
"message": "*As Marcus slapped Doram on the back he had to catch himself almost falling. When he stood back up Marcus went to get another beer as he had drunken his already Doram not much to do but wait looked if some people needed to have a job done he noiteced 4 people of interest a white haired tourist, a person with a mask and a horse, a shopkeeper and a farmer he would say this to Marcus when he returned from getting a beer*"
},
{
"author": "Mizuki Tanaka",
"message": "*Even though Mizuki was using a spell to disguise herself as a normal Macen her kitsune senses were still there. She stops a few good distance away from the 2. Seems like they were arguing about some contracts? Anyways she debated to go over there and purchase some beer. In the end Mizuki decided to treat herself to some beer.*\n\n\"Hello. How much for the alcohol?\"\n\n*Mizuki would dig into her pockets and give Marcus 5 silver. She wonders how this beer will taste since she understands different countries will have different tasting beer. Also Mizuki drank sake most of the time so she doesn't drink beer often but she mind as well try some*"
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "👨\"Here ya go missus'\" *He gives her a large mug of beer hoping she does not notice he overcharged her thinking she was just a young girl*"
},
{
"author": "Mizuki Tanaka",
"message": "*Mizuki took the beer from the man and took a sip of it. She made a face as she whispered something in Runran while making a face. Then she spoke Silnarian*\n\n\"I don't want to be rude sir but the beer taste... It's taste is not that strong. Um... I recommend developing the recipe of your beer further before selling it for such a high price.\""
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "👨: *He dismisses you and points to the tall armored man* \"He seems to enjoy it quite fine. Now leave my stall\"\n\nMarcus continues to drink the beer, he is not picky when it comes to drinks"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would eye the the man as he'd give her the beer she paid a bit extra for, soon slipping through the crowd with the sweep of his red cloak as he'd gradually make his way over. It seemed a group was starting build around the stall.*\"Seems like things are getting pretty festive around here.\"*The masked Elf would say as he neared the three. A quirky smile formed at lips, while the rest of his face remained covered by the head of a pig to mask what other emotions could possibly be seen of him.*"
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "Marcus walks over to Mizuki, who seemingly was having a conversation with Doram. \"What brings you to the capital?\""
},
{
"author": "Mizuki Tanaka",
"message": "*Mizuki just shook her head and turns her attention towards Marcus as she took small sips of the beer. She may not like the taste but she didn't want it to go to waste.*\n\n\"Well nothing particular brings me here. I'm just traveling to different countries since my parents encouraged me to go explore. It's been fun so far and I'm quite enjoying the life of an adventurer.\""
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "The eyes of Marcus grow extremely dark at the mention of adventure. He looks extremely threatening momentary before relaxing and smiling like nothing happened. \"Yeah, adventuring is something...\" He drifts off and then takes another swig of beer. You can almost see moisture in his eyes. While contemplating he sees a couple of noblemen guards walking through the streets. Marcus dashes around the corner and waits for them to pass before revealing himself again."
},
{
"author": "Mizuki Tanaka",
"message": "*Mizuki noticed the threatening look and opens her mouth to say something but then a confused expression formed on her face as she saw him hiding from the guards*\n\n\"If it's too much to ask uh why did you hide yourself from the guards? Don't tell me you did something illegal.\""
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "He looks a bit sheepish. \"Nothing illegal per se. Lets just state certain noblemen might hate my bloodline...\" He looks like he is about to start crying again\n\n*Marcus cannot help but notice a very weird pig mask on an individual*"
},
{
"author": "arcanemagician34",
"message": "*Mizuki felt sympathetic towards the man. She may never know how much he has gone through because of the hate but she can still feel sympathetic.*\n\n\"Oh dear I'm so sorry for assuming you did something illegal. I didn't know the guards were looking for you for that reason.\""
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "\"Don't mention it\" It seems he wants to end the subject. \"Talking about adventure, what is a little girl like you doing adventuring? You don't even have armor or weapons. It is a dangerous world we live in\""
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{
"author": "Mizuki Tanaka",
"message": "\"Well that is certainly true but I'm not totally defenseless. While it may not look like I have weapons I infact have 2. A quarterstaff and a dagger but I mostly use magic to defend myself. As for armor I prefer robes that give my spells more power.\"\n\n*Since during her childhood she had to learn a spell to disguise herself as a Macen to hide her many tails that give her uncomfortable attention. If he were to ask her if she was a kemonomimi she would tell him the half truth*"
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "\"Magic magic magic...\"\n\nIt looks like he drifts off again in a brooding state as if remembering unpleasant stuff from his past"
},
{
"author": "arcanemagician34",
"message": "*Mizuki tilts her head to the side with a look of concern. Did she say something that reminded him of something unpleasant?*\n\n\"Oh dear... Did I say something unpleasant again? I'm very sorry if it did.\""
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "He thinks about his mother and her 'accident' before smiling again. \"No, not an issue. Tell me, what type of adventure are you looking for?\""
},
{
"author": "Mizuki Tanaka",
"message": "*Mizuki hasn't really thought about that. What type of adventure was she really looking for? All this time her goal was just adventuring in her parents place and to also get away from her ex fiancé*\n\n\"Hmm... The type of adventure I'm looking for? Truth be told I haven't thought about it much but I guess the type of adventure I'm looking for is sightseeing and maybe just looking for something exciting in this life.\""
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "\"Be careful what you wish for...\" Marcus realizes that he did not consider mercenary work adventure due to the circumstances that put him in that line of work in the first place, but to others that would be a wild adventure. \"I have buried plenty of young boys and girls who were looking for so called 'adventure'. It does not pride me to say it but when my former mercenary band fell on hard times we had to rely on many so called young adventurers to fill our ranks because we did not have to pay them much... I have buried many of them. Some of them leave and go on, but their experience with 'adventure' changes the character of a person\""
},
{
"author": "Mizuki Tanaka",
"message": "\"Oh... I'm sorry you had to go through that. I can't imagine how you must've felt... Although with that being said you can call this me being naive but... Nothing will deter me. I've been traveling to different cities and helped a few people here and there. It could be due to my luck but my experience has been good and I want to keep on going. Plus I want to tell my parents many stories of my travels. I'm sure they will enjoy it.\""
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "\"Either that or they will have a letter delivered to them about you missing or being gnawed at somewhere in the wilds by wolves after getting mugged. Be careful out there. Even with so called magic you cant stop a crossbow bolt from hitting you when you least expect it in the back. That is why I always wear the best armor I can find.\"\n\nIt seems something grabs his attention\n\n\"If you excuse me I have someone I need to talk to\""
},
{
"author": "Doram Virmar",
"message": "*As Doram get closer to this man he starts pulling on his leg saying \"Come on Marcus we gotta move are you done with that beer\" Suddenly 3 of the same size men look at Doram with the one he was pulling the leg on Doram realizes that that man was not Marcus they seem to all have the same armor and one says \"Excuse me young child did you say Marcus\" Doram quickly hides his face and skin and higher his voice to sound like a child he did not want them to think that he was a Goblin Doram says \"Yes he is a friend of my fathers\" The guard now intruged says \"He is that Marcus pretty tall has a huge halberd and armor that looks a bit like ours Doram answers as quick as possible \"Yes, that is how i know him\" Doram then runs off away from the guards away from the city and is hiding in a side street where no one is but the guards now know that Marcus is in the area*"
},
{
"author": "bisharpthegamer",
"message": "*Noticing the guards again Marcus gives a rushed goodbye to Tanaka before following Doram and leaving the guards of certain fear of one noblemen lackey recognizing Marcus. He and Doram enter the nearest tavern and start asking around for contracts, starting their day in the capital.*"
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{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*It had been so long since Manon had been to a Capitol city. The other other Capitol she had seen was home, in Ulnoor. If anything she just felt homesick more now than ever. She was relieved to know that they were going to go shopping later in the day, thankful that they weren't going during peak hours. Even now it was difficult to prevent her umbrella from bumping into someone every couple of minutes and she contemplated just closing it and taking the sunlight directly. The only reason why she didn't follow through with that plan was because the sunlight drained her energy. Sparing Terrel from fatigue and cranky Manon seemed like the better option so far.* \n\n\"What kind of things are we looking for again?\" \n\n*She asked once more, the first time Terrel gave her the list of items she was enthralled by the large buildings and abundance of people. If asked directly, she would openly admit to being terrified. Scared of being found out, chased out. Scared of falling into another frenzy like she had a week or two previous.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would allow his cloak to shroud itself around him, covering his arms so that he walked more passively. It felt comfortable this way, though beneath the folds of clothing, his hand would idly tap at the hilt of his sword. Getting attacked or mugged in broad daylight was typically more rare, but Terrel wouldn't take his chances. He'd glance back at Manon as she asked what they were looking for again, soon turning his head away as he would move to once again step aside from large crowd and find a space to stand more idly without constantly watching where he stepped.*\n\n\"First, I'm going to get that cloth or bracelet thing so that I won't have to worry about getting it some later time and second, we are getting something for your condition.\"*He'd say the last part rather casually out in the public, figuring no one would care much for those words lest he said what he meant directly.*\"It's one thing in the forest, it's a lot harder to explain when in the big capitols for all to see.\"*The Elf didn't care much for Okami's plan, allowing him to do as he wished to help Manon. However, reaching the bigger Capitols like Salvania, it made it much harder to cover for. The Elf would lean against the wall of a building, gazing at the road while his wolves would huddle themselves around his feet. It had been so long since they've come back to Salvania, and last time the pups were so young to have remembered what the place was like.*\n\n\"We'll go pick up their new packmate around dawn. Less people and distractions by then.\""
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*Manon found traveling through the crowded streets rather difficult. She could hardly take a step without getting knocked from side to side. Her umbrella was the only beacon she had for Terrel. It was only bright purple object that was slightly higher than the rest. Sometimes she felt like she was intentionally getting elbowed into her stomach or side.* \n\n*All she heard from the elf was 'First' before she tripped on something, in this case someone. She didn't even see the young child.* \n\n\"I'm so sorry little one.\" \n\n*She said to the young Macen before standing upright once more. If she didn't catch up she would lose sight of him entirely. She struggled to move past the crowd until she was standing directly in front of Terrel.*\n\n\"This is horrible.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Welcome to Salvania.\"*He'd say with a light chuckle, finding some amusement in the Elf shifting about just to be able to move with the crowds that went about the area.*\"Most people are pretty active during this time of day, so we'll just have to put up with it until sundown.\"\n\n*He'd idly reach into the folds of his cloak, tossing down a few small bits of jerky to his wolves to distract them a bit from the overwhelming environment.*\"Marketplace should be open though, so we'll just have to survive long enough to find a store that has what we're looking for.\""
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "\"Are they always just pushy?\" *She placed a hand over her shoulder. Her hand lit up with that familiar purple light as she began healing herself. She lost count so she assumed 5 different people decided her left shoulder was a threat. She agreed to finding Sorrel, not getting mauled by strangers.* \n\n*She looked over her shoulder towards the sea of people before letting out a groan. She didn't want to go back in.* \n\n\"I think someone touched me too, do people often get harassed in crowds like this? I know I'm cute but hopefully not *That* Cute.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Only when you let them be. Usually a well aimed punch to the jaw is enough to warrant them off or start a fight I suppose.\"*He'd say staring out into the crowd before shifting his gaze back down to Manon as she would heal herself. The color was at least one thing he could recollect from her healing, though he was no sorcerer.\n\nBeing asked if people here usually harassed others, he would answer with:*\"Yes.\"*Terrel would say it in a blunt matter, deciding to rid whatever naivety she may have about the large city.*\"They'll harass, mug, steal, kidnap, and probably do much worst if you aren't careful. They'll do it to the rich, the charming, the naive and the ugly. No one's really safe when someone is committed enough.\"*It was odd he seemed calm about it, simply shrugging it off as if it were just any other day.*\"But shouldn't be as bad in the middle of the day. Worst case you'll lose whatever you're carrying on you without realizing.\""
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "\" I don't have anything other than my Umbrella.\" \n\n*She dreamed of moving to a place like this. Now that she was here, she wanted to leave.*\n\n\"Why did we come here again? The other city was far more peaceful and less... Feely.\"\n\n*She couldn't possibly see an opening back into the crowd. A person seemed to move directly where she wanted to go every time. She closed her umbrella, it was likely it would get damaged and it was the first gift she received in so long. Truth is, she had sentimental value stored with the umbrella.* \n\n\"I'm ready when you are, I think. Can I hold onto your arm.. Maybe?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Not all cities are the same. And since this one's larger, we're more likely to find what we're looking for.\"*He'd point out before standing back upright as he'd shift from moving off the wall.*\"We should be close to the marketplace and once we head inside, we'll be fine from there until sundown.\"\n\n*He'd get ready to head back out into the crowd, only turning his head back as Manon would ask to hold onto his arm. There was a moments' pause as he'd stare back at her before he'd eventually let out a quiet sigh, figuring it best not to lose the Vampiress in a sea of people after asking her to come out here.*\"Alright.\"*He'd say, holding a hand back to her.*\"Wouldn't want to lose you this soon into reaching Salvania.\""
}
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{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "\"Thank you.\"\n\n*Manon grabbed Terrel's hand and held on rather tightly. She assumed the worst would happen if she got lost in this crowd. She feared that she would get lost for so long that she got hungry and attacked.*\n\n*Manon gripped onto her umbrella tightly, afraid that she might lose it. Manon stared out into the busy street while taking deep breaths in. This was about as ready as she'd ever be.*\n\n\"Let's try again.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would face the crowd as Manon clung onto him, soon walking in with his wolves following just behind them. Being as tall as he was, it was at least easy to overlook most of the crowds in order to find where they were heading, suddenly turning to the annoyance of those walking in pace with the others.\n\nAs they neared the marketplace, the main crowd would begin to thin out a bit as people separated off to the different shops, some food stalls, some clothing, some other treasures of sorts. Only when they could finally take a breather from the other people, would Terrel finally come to a stop to scan the stores.*\"Reckon I can get away with buying just one of the two items?\"*He'd suddenly ask the Vampiress as if the whole walk was just another day of traveling.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*While following Terrel through the crowd she kept her eyes down at the ground. Not only did she have three beautiful wolves to worry about. Having to tiptoe around their tails as they kept close. She also had to worry about Terrel's cloak which threatened to trip her occasionally.*\n\n*Manon's attention pulled to a food-stand once on the other side. The aroma made the Vampire aware of how hungry she felt for city food. It was enough for her to turn her head towards the vendor, trying to catch a peek at what exactly they were offering. The only thing she followed was Terrel's hand until she walked right into him, nearly tripping them both.*\n\n\"Ouch!\" \n\n*She peeked her head past Terrel to see why he had stopped in the first place, expecting to see a fight or event but saw neither. She then looked up at him with a confused look upon her face.*\n\n\"What? What are we even here for again.\"\n\n*This was the third time she asked now, the last time she asked she couldn't hear from all the people bumping into her.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would turn to look back at her as she bumped into him, slowly bringing his free hand to his head in a light facepalm. Part of him was starting to think the wolves listened better.*\n\n\"We're getting a bracelet.\"*He'd eventually say. With Manon having not heard his initial question, the Elf would have to simply go with the idea of calling it a draw and trading with one another. He'd angle his head in the direction of one of the stores. Bracelet shopping wasn't really his specialty, but he could probably just grab one easily and call it a day.*\n\n\"Might be able to find one there, hopefully at a relatively cheap price.\"*The Elf didn't really feel like having spend a lot of money, especially with having to go to a bunch of other stores already. His gaze would shift back to her, saying:*\"Maybe you can help me find one.\""
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She looked down at Terrel's gesture of disapproval. She wasn't used to how busy a city could be. So far all she felt was anxiety over being found out.*\n\n\"I don't know anything about bracelets but I'll help where I can. And I'm sorry. I'm. It's. This is overwhelming.\" \n\n*She wasn't a very prideful person but admittinf that she felt overwhelmed. Needing to hold onto him to travel. She felt vulnerable to say the least. Manon turned her head towards the shops he pointed at. Truth be told she couldn't see nearly that far due to the lingering sunlight.* \n\n\"This was for your friend right.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Elf would gaze at her for a while, thinking something over a bit. It seemed she didn't like much of the big city either. He supposed he should have suspected such after finding her randomly in the forest with questionable people skills, but surely she's been to some city around the area, right?*\n\n\"Friend is a strong word, more like an acquaintance of sorts. Only ever spoke to them once anyways. Maybe I'll find them in the forest again by accident. That or walk away with a bracelet that I'll have to find something to do with.\"\n\n*He would turn away, heading off in the direction he had originally gestured in.*\"Don't need to know anything about bracelets so long as you know what they look like and can read a price. Pick something that looks decent just try not to find one that'll bankrupt me.\"*He'd explain upon nearing the door and opening it slightly before tilting his head to the side.*\"Come on, let's head inside.\""
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "\"Do you know what colour she likes?\" \n\n*She followed along side Terrel as he began walking towards the shop. The last time she went shopping for jewelry was with her parents. It was something she wanted for her birthday, a bracelet or necklace. The one she picked was nice purple bracelet that broke within a week.* \n\n*As Terrel opened the door she released his hand, nodding her head in appreciation as she entered inside. Once inside she head over to the largest case that housed multiple well crafted and expensive jewelry. She took one look at the price and turned around, walking straight back Terrel. Given from her actions it was clear the display baited her towards the expensive section, and she fell for it immediately.*\n\n*Now she looked into the other cases that contained birthstones or other eye catching jewlery. The one that caught her eye was almost a replica of the one she once owned. Staring at it for minutes and then moved on.*\n\n\"This one looks nice.\" *She said with a finger pointing at a blue and red bracelet made out of crude stones.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Not one bit.\"*He'd say to answer her question.*\"Not like she really gave me a detailed list of what she's looking for before we parted ways.\"\n\n*Terrel would enter the store after her, coming to stand idly inside it as he gazed around at the different jewelry lining the cases with mild interest. He'd occasionally glance back at Manon with her wandering about, trying to pick out a nice enough bracelet, giving a light shake of his head as she briefly returned from exploring the expensive section.\n\nHis gaze would follow after her for a while, only refocusing his attention as she finally pointed out one of the bracelets.*\"How much is it?\"*He'd ask over to her from where he stood.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "\"It's a small handful of copper coins. Maybe half a silver? It has pretty red and blue stones. The rope seems good enough quality. I hope it doesn't snap though.\"\n\n*She felt like the bracelets that had a chain running through were the most likely to survive any sort of task. In fact, the rope would probably break the second someone walked in the crowd of people.*\n\n*She continued to point at it as she turned her head upwards. For some some reason she expected him to be leaning over her by then. She thought he would care to take a glance at the bracelet.*\n\n*Standing upright once more, turning to face Terrel who didn't seem compelled to move.*\n\n\"Not one your things, I guess. I hope your friend. Er. I hope 'she' likes it.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would give a dip of his head, eventually walking over to where Manon was and glancing down at the bracelet. He suppose it'll have to do for a reasonable price like that.*\n\n\"You know Manon, for what it's worth. I hope she does too.\"*He'd say. What a waste it would be otherwise. The Elf would glance over to the store clerk, calling them over so that they could get the bracelet out for them.\n\nSoon enough he would hand the copper over, taking the bracelet in a small pouch in the simple exchange.*\"Not a bad deal, I'd say.\"*The Elf would point out upon the clerk walking off.*\"Ready to go rejoin the crowd?\""
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*While Terrel and the Clerk finished the transaction, Manon walked back to the case which held a familiar looking purple bracelet. A feeling of nostalgia brought her back to Ulnoor, a simpler time and place for a much younger healer.*\n\n*The Vampire looked from the case back to the busy crowd outside. She was not ready, maybe she should have wasted more time picking out the bracelet.*\n\n\"No, I'm not.\"\n\n*She said before walking through the door and holding it open for Terrel. She looked from shop to shop, they seemed to be in the clothing section.* \n\n\"What's uh..\"\n\n*He was probably tired of repeating the list of items by now, she remember asking at least two times before. Hopefully she wouldn't get caught in the sea of people.*\n\n\"Ready when you are.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would head outside, scanning the area temporarily until he couldn spot the kind of store he was looking for. One with supplies for traveling, basic gear, and other potions and items of the sorts. A kind of convenience store for adventurers even. The Elf could hear her start to ask a question, soon silencing herself once more in what he figured she had decided against saying.\n\nThe Elf would pocket the pouch with the bracelet in it, figuring it best to keep it safe in there for now until he could reunite with his horse later. With Manon saying she was ready, he'd glance back at her and would ask:*\"You aren't going to suddenly disappear off into the crowd if I take my eyes off you, are you?\"\n\n*Either the Vampiress was bad at navigating or just being in crowds in general, either way, if losing a horse in a small town was that difficult, one can only imagine how hard it would be to find a person lost in a sea of other people. Much less one that couldn't get through town without being overwhelmed by everything.\n\nThe wolves would keep close to their sides, finding it just as hard to get by without being trampled by other people. Perhaps Terrel should have left them with Carl until they went to grab the pup later. Though that was a whole trip that Terrel didn't want to waste currently.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She took a step closer to Terrel, almost stepping on his heels. Being this crowd felt no different than swimming. Except, Manon wasn't a stong swimming. Pushed and swept by the current in both examples.*\n\n\"I'm trying my best.\" \n\n*She replied softly, she definitely wasn't going to run on her own. A piece of her found the irony in the situation. It wasn't that long ago where Terrel gave her permission to return back to her forest. Now, it seemed like he cared if she got swept away.*\n\n\"Stress promotes gray hairs, Terrel. If you keept this up you'll settle in no time.\"\n\n*The joke was entirely to calm her own nerves. She hardly made jokes in general, least of all when she was anxious. She didn't know why she told one now but it was enough.*\n\n*She nodded up at him, it was the most she was going to give in terms of signals.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I put my life on the line every other day. If I don't have gray hairs already, I'm sure I'll be fine here.\"*The Elf would say back in a lighter tone. He'd turn off suddenly upon Manon's nod, having found the shop he was looking for specifically as he'd lead the way off towards it.\n\nHe couldn't blame Manon for trying at least. Maybe one day she'll get used to the city if she hangs around here long enough. Not that they were planning to stay long. He and Okami had a long journey back north still after they drop off the wolves.* \n\n\"Last stop, then we can rest a bit until sundown. This place should have what we need in a city this big.\"*The Elf would explain as he continued walking with his wolves moving just ahead of him.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She followed Terrel into the crowd. Not even a few seconds in she lost her hold on the umbrella. She stopped and quickly turned around to chase the purple cloth. She manged to grab it after blindly following it, hoping it still worked. Turning around in the middle of the crowd as she hurried forward.*\n\n*She managed to push herself through the crowd and to the side Terrel was. It looked as if she got spat out by the sea of people. She didn't arrive exactly beside Terrel but a little ways away. All that he saw was a girl pushing out through people and landing on all fours. In her left hand was a dirty purple umbrella. Apprently she had a nose bleed as she took a knee to her face when she picked the umbrella up.*\n\n*She turned her head and looked at Terrel with blood dripping from her nose. She pushed herself onto her feet as she walked over, frustration written across her face before yelling.*\n\n\"I hate the Capital!\""
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{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Say that any louder and the Capitol will give you a real reason to hate it.\"*He'd say, partially wincing from her yelling out and drawing more attention to them than they probably have already.*\"We can head inside and just wait until the crowd leaves. Save ourselves the trouble.\"\n\n*He'd glance down at her, noticing her bloody noise. It was a wonder how she'd fare in a fight when even surviving a crowd took effort. At least she was healer by the end of the day. Nothing bad ever seemed to be permanent with them. Well more or less.\n\nThe Elf would continue walking, moving at a slower pace for Manon while he'd make his way over towards the store. Occasionally he would glance back towards the Vampiress, half expecting her to vanish again into the crowd and struggle to get back out. She said she was trying however, and Terrel was all too willing to let her do so.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She placed a hand to her nose for a couple of seconds. During which her hand glowed purple once more and the bleeding stopped. She ended up wiping her nose on her sleeve. She looked presentable once more with a look of annoyance.*\n\n*She dodged a person here and there until she resorted to being his shadow. Where his foot once was, is where her foot was next.*\n\n\"Okami is going to be upset if I broke his gift.\"\n\n*She looked down at her umbrella, assessing the big foot print that stamped across the fabric.*\n\n*Holding his hand was the easiest she had when passing through. Manon assumed it was because of his height. Hard to walk into someone so tall. Trailing behind like an actual stray wasn't bad in this situation.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I think Okami is a very reasonable person that doesn't have as much of an affinity for that umbrella as you do.\"*He'd say in a tone of sarcasm, half conscious of the High Elf being directly behind him as he'd come to a slow stop upon nearing the store.*\n\n\"We should find what we need here. Best for traveler stuff needed on the go.\"*The Elf would hold the door open, glancing back at her. At least now she'll know where to go to find blood whenever she's trying to avoid taking another life. Of course it was only ever a temporary option before having to buy more, but so was food in most cases. He supposed it was no different than buying medicine for her at this point.*"
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{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*It was clear that Manon actually did care for the umbrella. Normally she would have a word or two to say back to comments like that. Instead she silently turned into the store with her eyes searching for visible damages. Once inside she tried opening it but it didn't budge. If she forced it, it would for sure be broken. Trying her best to ignore the situation as she focused on the shop.*\n\n\"What would you like for me to search for?\"\n\n*She said as she walked over to campfire supplies, inspecting all the flint and steel in different baskets.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would head inside, walking past most of the supplies she was looking at as he tried to find something more specific. Small weaponry, basic sharpening tools, extra medicinal supplies. He'd definitely have to come back for some of those.*\"This way.\"*He'd eventually say to her, not exactly answering her question.\n\nThe Elf would come to a stop as he had reached the near end of the section he was in, his hand reaching forward to grab at a small vial that sat among several others. A sticky, red liquid sat in it, moving slow a melodically in its glass casing with it being moved. His gaze would shift towards her as he'd hold the vial out in showing it to her.*\"Artificial Blood.\""
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She lowered the piece of flint she had in her hand. Leaving the section all together as she made her way towards Terrel. Before reaching Terrel she spotted the medical section, it had mostly fundamental supplies like cloth bandages or aloe vera. A quick scan was all she needed to know that there wasn't something unique in the baskets.*\n\n*She stopped beside Terrel, more focused on his face than what he was holding. She expected him to list off items and supplies, she did not expect the words he said next. At first she felt joy and happiness at the temporary solution presented to her. But then she found herself looking around for armed people. She felt like this was a trap to lure vampires, but it was her paranoia.*\n\n\"Does that mean this city.. Approves Vampires?\"\n\n*She too reached for a vial to examine the contents within. It moved and looked like real blood, she even opened the corked lid as she smelled the contents. Whatever it was, it flaired her desires to feed. Other than that, it smelled rather unappealing.*\n\n\"Doesn't really smell good. Here-.\"\n\n*She was lifting the vial towards Terrel's nose before stopping herself. He wouldn't understand the difference at all. He wasn't a freak like her.* \n\n\"Er- Nevermind.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I think this city has seen its fair share of vampires over the years to have something in place to prevent them from feeding on the locals.\"*He'd say, casually swirling the blood in the vial he held. It was true he didn't understand the difference in it compared to more authentic blood, his expression merely remaining neutral towards the Vampiress attempt at having him smell the vial she held. Blood was simply blood in his eyes, no matter where it came from.*\n\n\"Not sure how much you'll need to take on you, but it will work as emergency use whenever we're in the main cities. In the forests you can just pick off whatever you find out there for all that matters.\"*The Elf took a moment to think about how long they'd be staying here for, figuring that at most just a few days to get everything they needed to get done. Maybe a week even, though they'll have to head north soon enough.\n\nHe'd pick at the vials, grabbing about five more. With the two they already held that should be enough for the time being assuming she wouldn't need to feed multiple times in a day.*\"Grab as many as you think you'll need while we're here.\"*He'd say.*\"Just don't go overboard with it. It'll be hard enough to carry all this around.\""
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*Truth was, she had no idea how many she needed. Human sedated her urges longer than animals. Since she wasn't the one paying for anything she simply followed him with the one vial in her hand. Seven seemed better than zero.*\n\n\"Let's see how well they work before we buy a lot. We can always come back for more. Right?\"\n\n*She knew Kibaru wanted to visit someone while they were here. In fact maybe this was the only time they'll have in the market district. She hoped not, if these vials were helpful she'd want plenty more.*\n\n\"Thank you for finding these, it really means a lot.\"\n\n*It was nice thinking that she wouldn't have to worry about repeating her mistakes. She could be in a city without posing a threat to anyone and everyone around her.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would gaze at her, answering her question of coming back with a light shrug. He didn't plan on going back and forth between the marketplace repeatedly, having preferred just getting everything they needed now so that Okami could finish what he had to and they could simply leave. It seemed like she seemed settled with the idea of taking seven. Hopefully they'll have a few to spare after leaving.*\n\n\"You're welcome.\"*He'd say in a low, neutral tone, walking over to the front so that he could pay for the vials, albeit being eyed by the store clerk in them buying it. Terrel didn't care much for it, he was used to the stares from his mask alone as he would take what he need, decidedly taking a box to keep the vials in so that they would be much easier to carry before handing them off down to Manon. Seven vials it contained, best used wisely.\n\nThe Elf would turn away, coming to stand by one of the store front windows as he gazed out at the crowds walking along the Main Street. At least they managed to get what they needed for the most part, now it was only a matter of waiting until sundown. By then, the crowds should diminish at least.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*Manon stopped a little ways away from Terrel. Her foot stopped just before the sunlight on the ground. Always staying out of it whenever possible. Most of the time it was just subconscious thought that created this situation. It would take conscious thought to actually step into the light.*\n\n*It was more noticible when they first started traveling as she hesitated to out into the sunlight. Now it was more seamless as she had spent the most time during daylight hours recently.*\n\n\"I've thought about what I was going to do when you and Okami visit your friend. I want to visit the library and see if I can learn more about... Me.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would stand in silence for a while as Manon spoke to him, basking in the rays of sunlight in contrast to the Vampiress avoiding it. Hearing her mentioning visiting a library, he supposed it was something for her to do for a while assuming them visiting Okami's friend wouldn't take that long.*\n\n\"Should be one around here.\"*He'd say. The Elf never personally visited the Salvanian library, though if this place was anywhere as near as big as Mentia, he was sure she'd find something presumably regarding her vampirism. If the place had enough to feed Vampires, it should have just as much to have collected knowledge on them.*\"If that's where you want to go, we can regroup back at the Tavern afterwards.\""
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "\"Maybe I'll find a book on magic for you.\" \n\n*She was carrying the small box with both arms. Holding it close to her chest in fear of dropping the contents. So far she had horrible luck against the crowd of people. She wasn't sure if she should be standing or sitting giving how long they waited.*\n\n*As time went on, Manon found herself looking around the room until she noticed the clerk still watching them. Maybe they had never seen a mask like Terrel's before? Maybe a horrible experience with a vampire? Whatever the case was, she realized that the clerk was not looking at herself.*\n\n\"I think we should leave.\" *She said in a more matter-of-fact tone.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Don't bother with it. I haven't used magic in ages at this point .\"*He'd say, not looking away from the window. The Elf supposed if he really wanted to, he could have simply read it for the sake of it. It seemed new forms of magic kept being discovered to this day. If not wield it, perhaps learn it to fight against. At least the thought seemed to cross the Elf's mind during the moment of silence.*\"Actually might not be such a bad thing to take with.\"*He'd say eventually, drawing away from the window to refocus on Manon.\n\nBringing up the fact that they should leave, Terrel would ask:*\"Are you going to be able to carry the box without dropping it out there?\"*Maybe if they could find somewhere less crowded to relax at for the time being, it would be better that way, but pushing around the crowd the whole time will either wind up with half the vials broken or with the umbrella reduced to nothing more than the handle.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*Truth be told she didn't trust herself to carry such fragile objects into the crowd. So she grabbed onto the box from both ends and extended it forward to him.*\n\n\"I'm afraid of breaking these. I don't want to waste your money more than I already have.\"\n\n*She didn't like the idea of feeding off Kibaru still. She had almost no self-control the last time she fed from him. If she had kept going the Wolf might've passed out or died. Something she still thought about whenever she was around him. Maybe that's why Terrel took her with this time.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would simply take the box from her in one hand. Better safe than sorry anyways. Turning away, he'd head back towards the door and would hold it open.*\"We can try to stick to the outskirts for a while, less people around there.\"*He'd say.*\"Plus the place we're going to pick up Sorrel from is closer over there.\"\n\n*He'd wait for the trio of pups to make their way outside before he would tuck the box under his arm and ask:*\"Anything else you need from the marketplace before we go? It's going to get late and we'll probably just end up heading back to the tavern after we're done with the wolves.\""
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She looked down at herself at her dirty clothing that she wore since leaving the forest. She always washed her clothing when they stayed at tavern. The sleeves were worn pretty thin and plenty of stains she couldn't remove. She looked up at Terrel and then to the box in his hand.*\n\n\"I'm okay.\" *She lied. Her attention shifting from left to right as she watched people come and go from all directions. She made it outside the shop before waiting for Terrel just outside the window.*\n\n\"I'm pretty excited to meet Sorrel.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would look at her rather dubiously, eventually following her outside in her statement of being okay.*\"Alright.\"*He'd say before heading back off towards the crowd, waiting for Manon to catch up first.*\"I'm pretty excited too.\"*The Elf would eventually say, a light grin forming before he'd turn away and head off into the crowds of people. At least things should begin to thin out once they've made it out of the main area. The crowds were annoying, but Terrel found himself making it through despite it. His wolves struggled a bit in keeping up, though in their short stature they found themselves keeping close to the Elf and in turn creating more space for him so long as they didn't get trampled. It did tend to be hard to miss three almost full grown wolves, however.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*For once she was able to navigate through the crowd. She could have sworn she saw him smiling, she wrapped her brain over what joke he just said. Was he even excited to meet Sorrel? She hated not knowing these jokes or whatever sarcasm was.*\n\n\"We don't have to meet Sorrel.\"\n\n*She convinced herself that he was joking about being excited. She could have sworn Terrel looked at her funny when she proposed the name in the forest weeks ago. Occasionally she found herself almost stepping on Blur which almost made Manon trip when trying to avoid her. She gave her apologies in Beast tongue.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would come to a sudden stop, forcing the wolves to trip over one another in it being unexpected.*\"So you don't want to go see Sorrel?\"*He'd question, turning his head to look back at her. Part of him was confused at the random statement, the other part wondering if waiting outside all day would be a waste at this point. He supposed he could just go pick up the wolves on his own some other time. Though for someone so excited for meeting him, she seemed to change her mind real fast. Then again, it was Manon. He supposed he shouldn't be too surprised. Resuming walking once more, he'd trail over to the edge of the main square, mostly to get out of the packed crowd with them nearing their way out of the marketplace.*"
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{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "\"I do! I just wasn't sure if you were.\"\n\n*She jogged to catch up once he started moving once again. Why was he so difficult to understand sometimes? She let out a soft sigh as she caught up to him, making sure to keep close once more. The scent of street food soon died out as they exited the market place. She would've liked to try all the food, they all smelled so wonderful. Maybe the next time she sold plants, she'd accept payment. Street food and clothing, that's what she needed.*\n\n\"How do you earn money? What is it that you do?\" \n\n*It was probably way too late to start asking these types of questions. Maybe she should have asked back in the Ombu forests, granted she was starving when they first met.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*With them heading to the outskirts of the town, Terrel would eventually step aside from the main road and lean against one of the outer walls of a nearby building. Not too far away he knew there would be a building that typically housed and raised wolves for adventurers to take with them. Though for now they still had some time until sunset for the place to not have as many people.\n\nHe'd shift his gaze to her in her misunderstanding of him wanting to see the wolf pup. Why else would he come all the way out here when he could have stayed at the tavern until they'd have to go visit Okami's friend? Being asked what he did to earn money, he'd say rather bluntly:*\"I take jobs for people, most of which are just petty disputes that can easily be solved with a big enough poke from a sword.\"*The Elf doubted Manon cared too much to hear about his more lethal jobs seeing as she would cry over the life of something as simple as a random rabbit. It was a wonder how'd she react to the death of people.*\"It pays enough to get what I need and sometimes I get more out of it than what I expected if I'm lucky that is.\""
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*Manon came to a stop directlt in front of Terrel, from an outside view it could look like she was blocking him in. She didn't know what she expected, he didn't look the type to collect herbs like she did. Maybe his line of work was why he seemed so disconnected from people. It didn't matter though, maybe he was simply always like this. It wasn't like her healing magic could heal wounds of the soul.*\n\n*She looked at him, her mouth parting as she prepared herself to ask the more difficult questions. Has he killed someone? Did he do it without asking questions? How did he know if they were innocent or not? All questions she wanted to ask but couldn't bring herself to do so. So instead she asked a simple question*\n\n\"Are you a bad person, and why?\" \n\n*She wasn't someone who could judge a person that easily, she normally didn't ask questions until after she healed the occasional traveler. For all she knew they were bandits who are out there attacking people again. All because the Druid couldn't walk away from someone in need.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would gaze at her in her asking him the question. It was something so simple yet complex if someone sought the full truth of it. Was he a bad person? The Elf didn't think so necessarily, though his line of work often contradicted it when it became a question of morals.*\n\n\"To some, I probably am.\"*He'd answer.*\"In combat the opponent is usually considered 'bad' in a way.\"*With her simple question, came his simple answer as he'd grab the box of vials he held from under his arm before holding it out for her to take.*\"Whether or not I'm a bad person is based on the opinions of others just as much as my own. So, do *You* Think I'm a bad person?\"\n\n*The Elf would finalize the words. What other people thought of him was none of his business. He'll go out and get the job done anyways. If he cared so much of whether or not that made him bad, he'd be on the short end of income in the pickiness of what job would keep him portrayed as the good person in a situation. Maybe one day he'll become rich enough to not rely so heavily on the demands of others. Only then would he get any real independence from it. He'd look up from her, perhaps in suggestion of it being a rhetorical question as he'd idly watch the occasionally traveler make their way in and out of the city.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She didn't have any reasons to believe he was a bad person. Sometimes he was difficult to understand, but he hasn't done anything she found morally incorrect. If anyone was bad in the group, it'd probably be her. Shooting Terrel with spells and biting Okami.*\n\n\"I think you're okay, I don't know. I wouldn't accept payment to harm another. I think it's easy for me to understand if I relate it to my bloodcurse. We both have to do things we're not proud of.\"\n\n*This wasn't entirely correct, Terrel didn't 'have' to do anything. He didn't have to kill to survive. Manon didn't either but she 'needed' to inflict pain on others at the very least.* \n\n*As she finished speaking she reached into the box and grabbed a vial. She mistook his gesture, thinking he was offering a vial to her. She pulled out a vial full of artifical blood, pulling the cork from the top. Tilting her head back as she drank the content. It tastes nothing like blood, her face told him that much. It definitely sedated the urge for feeding, it also took her appetite completely.* \n\n*She barely had time to place the empty vial back into the box. Two steps away from Terrel was all she made before bending over and coughing. Thankfully nothing came out*"
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "The Elf would watch as she'd take one the vials, having to only assume that she was having one of her urges as she drunk the whole thing only to quickly put the vial back and turn away from him in her coughing at it.\n\nThe Elf wasn't able to tell how bad at it was or frankly if it even worked, however, moving over a bit, his hand would find itself to her back, giving it a light pat while she was seemingly struggling to keep it down.*\"Its horrible isn't it?\"*He'd say with a light sigh. \n\nThe Elf supposed he shouldn't have expected anything different after the Vampiress pointed out how weird it smelled. At least she was still able to down the whole thing and spare him from the waste of it, though if this was how she was going to react everytime, he doubted she'd want to take the rest of them.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*It took a while for her to regain her breath, something in her body wanted to reject the artifical life force. It was like her vampire side knew it was a knock-off from the real deal.*\n\n*Eventually she managed to stand upright, beads of sweat on her forehead as she looked at Terrel. She took a deep breath before patting his chest.*\n\n\"The things I do for you boys.\"\n\n*It was her attempt at humor, she followed it up with a very weak smile. She wanted to go take a seat after her first taste of fake blood. She turned to face the stone wall Terrel just left, the smile vanishing almost instantly as she walked over. She placed her back firmly against the wall before sliding down to the ground.*\n\n\"I don't know if I'll ever get used to that taste. Why did they make it red? It tasted like a brownish-green, like throw up.\"\n\n*Clearly she had expectations that were shattered completely about the taste.*"
},
{
"author": "joscros",
"message": "\"So long as you can still drink it, whether or not you get used to the taste will matter little.\"*He'd say, walking up to her before squatting down a bit to be closer to her level.*\"Besides the color is probably more for show than anything.\"*The Elf would slide the box back over to her.*\n\n\"We should try to spare the rest. Might be staying here for the next few days and should probably limit how much of these you go through. With any luck we'll have some extra for the next town we pass by. And, you can probably have more enjoyment on eating the animals instead whenever we're out in the forest.\""
},
{
"author": "emberflare",
"message": "Ma; \"Trust me, I'm in no hurry to drink another one of those soon. I hope I'll be fine for a while.\"\n\n*Even now she still had a rather disgusting aftertaste lingering in her mouth. She had looked forward for so long to find an alternative and this was it. It was better than killing a rabbit or hurting a deer. She would need to find ways to make money to supply her own foul tasting resource.*\n\n*She smiled softly at Terrel at his concern. Even now he was crouching just to talk to her. She had gotten used to his indifferences so these small gestures stood out. She half expected him to remain standing at talk down at her.*\n\n*She took the box within her arms, taking note that she only had Six vials remaining. Taking a deep breath before working her way back onto her feet.*\n\n\"No gray hairs.\" *Was all she said once she regained her footing.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Won't catch me dead with them.\"*He'd say in return, partially amused as he too would stand back up right. Gazing over towards the wolves resting near one another, he'd say:*\"We can begin heading over there once the sun comes close to setting. It'll be near closed, but the place will be relatively empty by then.\"*The Elf would explain before moving to find a space for him to lean back against the wall in resting a bit from all the walking they've done.*\n\n\"Try not to be too picky in choosing.\"*He'd continue, allowing his arms to cross as his cloak would wrap around them more securely in causing them to be hidden.*\"Only so many wolf pups they'll have. At least ones that all three of these pups may get along with.\"*That was probably the hardest part of choosing. It was one thing, getting one or two wolf pups, but in adding more there was always the chance of them not getting along which would only end in ruin of given the wrong choice.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "\" I thought you were picking. I don't think I can pick just one. I'm not even sure if I should go inside.\"\n\n*She placed her right hand against the wall as her left found her stomach. She thought that she overcame the drink but it seemed like it would require more time to be certain. The last time she felt remotely this sick was when she tried feeding a decaying deer carcass years ago. Granted that blood immediately found itself out of her system.*\n\n\"Sorry, I'm still not used to it. Are you sure it's not poisoned? Does it say when it was made? I hope this is a first time thing, Terrel.\"\n\n*She placed her forehead against the cold stone wall as she suffered through the somersaults in her stomach. She was glad they had to wait a little before greeting Sorrel.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"I'll pick as much as the shopkeeper and my wolves will allow. At the end of the day you wanted to name the pup, so why not get the choice?\"*The Elf would say, closing his eyes as he'd rest his head against the wall. It wasn't like he wasn't going to end up with several more wolves by the end of the day anyways, especially in remembering that he'd consider a suggestion made by one of his allies.\n\nWhile Manon was going on, questioning the freshness of the blood she drank, he'd eventually respond.*\"Manon it's blood in a bottle.\"*He'd say, seemingly less concerned about it than her.*\"You can always try checking the box.\"\n\n*Part of Terrel figured it was just her reaction to it making her feel more paranoid, but there was always the chance of something being up with it despite it being bad for business towards whenever sold the tainted vial. He'd open his eyes slightly to glance over at her as she placed her forehead against the wall in somewhat silent suffering.*\"You okay?\"*He'd ask after a while, eventually realizing that they were practically experimenting with a new substance to quell her hunger issues. After all, it wasn't like they knew anyone else using it besides perhaps a certain Dwarf he could recall meeting.*"
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{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She held on for as long as she could, the nauseating feeling in her stomach kept growing and growing. She dropped down onto her knees, one hand firmly against the wall as the other was on the ground. Her body rejected the artifical blood right onto the ground. Even the back of her neck had beads of sweat sticking to her pale skin. She felt so embarassed having done this infront of Terrel, kneeling with her back towards the rest of the people.*\n\n*Moments later and more red fluid painted the floor. She was convinced that she most likely consumed week old, rotten blood mixed with the artifical kind. It did work as intended, she lost the urge to feed. But this feeling and reaction was the same as the last time she had bad blood.* \n\n*She was visibly reeling from feeling sick. Her arms wobbling as she tried to remain in her kneeling position. She was gulping down breath after breath, trying to regain a normal rhythm of breathing.*"
},
{
"author": "??? *GM*",
"message": "```! NPC Event!```\n\n*There was no use crying over spilled milk. . . Or rather __blood__ in this case.*\n\n*However more, it seemed to be an appropriate time to do so. As the Vampires seemingly rejected the poor imitation of real hemoglobin, with beads of nauseating sweat gracing her nape. Her fallen stature and noises of purging— attracted quite a few glances and murmurs of disgust and discomfort from the bystanders and passerby's in the distance. If one were to have keen ears they'd hear the words: \"Lightweight, drunkard, and wasted fool.\" Clearly, those who didn't pay attention to analyze the liquids color, nor dared to look twice. Had no clue why this girl had regurgitated her 'lunch'. Nor cared about her dilemmas. . .*\n\n**Aside from two very young, curious and bored men. They seemed to have appeared just moments after hearing Manon empty her stomach**\n\n*And so on, \nThe attention of two young, ruggedly dressed, messy brown hair men was now taken by Manon. Whistling and clicking towards her and Terrel.\n\nThe pair looked practically identical. Not only that, they seemed to be around the same age as the Vampiress and her Companion. They would approach them snickering and bickering, With closed fists and jagged words on their tongues*\n\n**Jimmy:** \"Oi! Look what we got 'ere~! Another damsel who can't keep her *Tainted* Watta' down!—\"\n\n*The lad would nudge his friend, or brother? It was hard to tell. They both were looking for trouble. There voices were insufferable too. He'd scoff loudly as he weighted something in his hand*\n\n**Timmy:** \"Tsh!— Ya could've fooled me, that there ain't no such ale!—nor wine—! They don't serve those eenie-weenie vials at the tavern. Tis there is blood!— yet, neva' have I eva' seen a bloodsucker not like blood!—Bahaha! A vampire who can't drink blood! She's even got a piglet for a friend!\"\n\n*Without much thought, or competence the two would wind up their good arms and begin to pelt the pair with rocks, with most seemingly missing Terrel and pelting the wall and Manon.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would gaze down at her, seeing her delayed spillage of the vial's contents and soon shifting his eyes away from it. A gloved hand would lower to her back, laying on it rather stationary for the time being while she tried to regain her own strength.\n\nIt seemed like the vials of blood where hardly any good. So much for that money spent. The Elf would find himself looking towards the other passerby's, some of which having side comments to give to the Vampiress. Though nevertheless, the Elf simply ignored their words. The negative attention was bound to happen and with anyone's luck, the Vampiress was too busy with her own affairs to take notice of it. Better further out here than the center of town anyways.\n\nThe sounds of the two men reached him first, causing him to glance over as they would boldly walk closer to them in whatever trouble they were trying to cause. \n\nHis eyes would narrow slightly from beneath his mask, hand suddenly slipping away from Manon's back as the rocks would suddenly come. One by one, the rocks whirled by him, mostly targeting the sickened Vampiress. That was enough confirmation for him.\n\nThe Elf's free hand would catch one of the flying stones, eyeing it before he'd stand up more straight and regain focus on the two twins were they? Partners in crime? Whatever they were. He'd walk past Manon, Cloak almost sweeping over her, though drifting aside just enough to avoid the mess she had made.*\n\n\"Y'know gentlemen, funny thing about piglets. They're born so small and minuscule, running round and round just to avoid getting eaten.\"*He'd say, almost laughing at the thought.*\"Some don't make it out alive, but you know what happens to the ones that do? They grow larger and larger, some getting these nice little tusks.\"*He'd continue, tapping at the small tusked portion of his mask with the same hand he held the rock in.*\"And all those predators that picked on them when they were young, now have a new problem to deal with.\"\n\n*He was surely bending the story a bit to his own volition, carelessly casting away the stone he held as he'd look at them more challengingly. With his now free hand, he'd move it down to the hilt of his sword.*\"Ah... But that's just a story like any other. If you wanted to do any real damage, surely you can do better than a couple of pebbles.\"*The last few words seemed to be end his tone of humor, the voice quickly shifting for what could have been an impending laugh to something a bit more unamused.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*Sadly Manon did hear the name calling from those who passed. Even worked up the strength to turn her head to witness someone spit an insult directly at her. The words stung but they were vague enough for her to understand that they would say these to any drunk person.*\n\n*She looked over her shoulder at the louder pair. These two seemed to know her disposition however. The insults were landing closer to home. She didn't react fast enough when the rocks came, one of which striking her across her cheek. Manon was forced to avert her gaze back to the ground, back to the red mess she created. Some rocks hit the wall, crashing to the ground in front of her. Sometimes landing on a finger or two. Others hit true, mostly hitting her back but still sending pain through her body.*\n\n*The onslaught of rocks seemed to stop. She was thankful that they had no more, but then realized it was Terrel who stood in the way. She remembered what he said his job was, remember that he 'solved issues by poking'. Manon reached blindly behind her, fighting to get a handful of Terrel's cloak. She didn't want people to die on her behalf, she needed to get the point through to him.*\n\n*She gave his cloak a weak tug, hopefully the reminder that she existed was enough. From behind Terrel, the sound of liquid splashing the floor could be heard for the third time. Using the little strength she had left, she forced herself to move away from her mess. Just far enough to lay on the ground with her forehead resting on her arm.*"
},
{
"author": "??? *GM*",
"message": "*After finishing their barrage of rocks the pair would turn attention to Terrel. Heckling as they point and laugh at his mask, Jimmy would Oink and Timmy would pretend to throw up mimicking the Vampiress. . . It was sad to see how incompetent people could be to others.\n\nThey'd bounce their cruel and forced jokes off another. As Terrel had gone about preaching to them of the laws of nature, with predators and prey. The two would pay him no mind as they found it utterly hilarious any pig could beat a man, let alone be a victim to animal like that.*\n\n**Jimmy:** \"I've neva' heard a man fall to a pig before. Eh, quite a pathetic way to get beat senseless by a *Slaughter animal!*— I can't imagine bein' beat by a slab of meat! What next—? Ya' gonna tell me a rooster can kill me!\"\n*Jimmy would slap Tim's back, tear of laughter obscuring his vision*\n\n**Timmy:** \"Yeh! He's a fool if I eva' seen one—A pig and a leech! Dontca know pests are bad for you?!— She's be ripe and bursting with blood like a leech! Look Jimmy! Nature stands before us!—\"*He'd raise his hands in shock as he continued to push, his jokes further. For comedic effect*\n\n\"Be careful she might turn into a bat—*Squee! Squee!*—Bahaha!\"\n*Timmy would slap his knee, as he finished his jokes. He's eyes would avert to the Piglet reaching for underneath his cloak, and without much thought he'd step back and chuckle with a sense of nervousness. He began to back off and tug his accomplice.*\n**Timmy:** \"Oi—Jim, he's gonna pull out his tusks— be afraid, very afraid!\"\n\n*Jimmy would upright himself laughing his heart out, at the announcement of the tusks he'd heckle as well. No longer adamant on wanting to pester the two of them.*\n**Jimmy:** \"Oi?— He ain't gonna do jack! He's a weirdo with a—\"\n**Timmy:** \"—Enough, I—I think we should go. He getting me the jeebies\"\n\n*Timmy would tug Jim and point to the hilt of Terrels blade, both young men seemed to stop being comedians, as they weren't hesitant to back of from the masked man. . .*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would rub his fingers along the hilt of his blade, pulling it out just enough for the glint of metal to show before he'd feel a light tug at his cloak. It was faint, almost unnoticeable, but he'd find his gaze shifting back towards the Vampiress only briefly before refocusing his gaze on the laughing men. He was half tempted to go on ahead and cut their own coords out in the time they were wasting to get a crack out of them.\n\nOnly when they came to notice his intent, in soon backing away would he give a small nod of his head.*\"Good choice.\"*He'd say in a low tone, watching them back away.*\"I'll consider these rocks a token of appreciation. Will make you a lot easier to track again once my wolves start their hunt. We pigs never forget y'know.\"*He'd say, inclining his head down to his wolves.*\n\n\"Run and run away. I'll give the prey a head start.\"*The Elf would continue, allowing his sword to slide back into its sheathe as his cloak would cover back over his arm. His cloak lightly blowing in the wind as he stared after the retreating bandits. His wolves would gather around him for the time being, anticipating the tension and sitting in silent waiting. However, he didn't call for them to go after them. Not now and not just yet. The Elf was one for getting payback eventually however. One day they'll be caught unawares with no one to scream for help to. One day. He will let them feel safe for now. Only will there be satisfaction in the last thing they saw being the face of an animal they so clearly doubted. The day the predators became the prey.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*Manon forced herself into a sitting position, her back firmly pressed against the stone wall. Her breathing was weak and uneven as she watched the two strangers interact with Terrel. She had blood stained on her cheek from where a rock pierced the surface but the wound was already gone.*\n\n*She wasn't sure on how useful she would be if this fight took a turn for the worse. She could hardly keep her eyes fully open, sometimes closing them for seconds at a time before gazing out.* \n\n*Slowly she rose to her feet, using the wall as support with a dirt covered hand. She looked like she rolled in dirt, mainly because she had. Terrel would hear feet dragging across the stone as she approached him from behind.*\n\n*If he didn't know better, it'd look like she wanted to feed off him. A certain focused look hidden behind her half opened eyes. When she reached him, she grabbed his arm with both her hands. Her hold wasn't firm at all, if he focused he could probably feel the occasional shiver that rattled through her body. Without saying a word, she tried to pull him towards the opposite direction. Pull him away from the conflict, hopefully a different part of town despite the errand they still had left.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel wouldn't budge as Manon tugged at his arm, his gaze retaining its focus on the retreating men with a silent edge itching to go after them. Only when they had finally left his sight would the Elf gesture his free hand down to the thrown stones, causing his wolves to lower their snouts to them and sniff at it. They will have their time to shine some other day. \n\nHe looked over to Manon, seeing her trying to pull at him to which after lowering his free hand down to pick up the box of vials, he would eventually move in her direction, slow enough for the wolves to have a chance to catch back up. With the two gone, his own tension would eventually fade, leaving him to merely walk in silence for a while. The Vampiress looked like a mess, even worst than when she originally tried feeding off the animals in the forest. When they had finally escaped the part of town they were in, he would come to a stop.*\n\n\"You'll need to clean yourself off.\"*He'd say, the humor having left his tone. It wasn't like there was really a convenient place to wash off at besides maybe a tavern room or a river somewhere, both seemed a bit out of the way though.*\"You'll only stir more attention otherwise.\"*His voice seemed relatively quiet, perhaps not to catch the attention of anyone else roaming this far out of town. He could feel her shaking as she held onto him, leaving it a wonder if she would even be able to carry on.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She had no idea where he wanted her to wash up at. There wasn't anything with running water in the vicinity either. A part of her bristled at the words he spoke. She didn't do anything to warrant attention in the first place. It sounded as Terrel was blaming Manon for what had happened.*\n\n*She wanted to yell at him, to make him feel as she felt. Wanted someone who could begin to comprehend how embarrassed and ridiculed she was feeling right now. But she couldn't find the strength to open her mouth.*\n\n*She began to glow a faint purple light, the same light she gave when healing Terrel's back or Okami's puncture wound. But there wasn't any physical wounds that could be seen. She was wasting her time and energy trying to heal a wound that magic couldn't touch.* \n\n*At this point so was walking for the sake of walking, half guiding Terrel forward, the other half was using him as support.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*With no response from Manon, Terrel would eventually guide her away from the area they were in. A glow of purple light would show at the edge of his vision, signifying she was trying to heal. He could assume that it most likely from the pelting rocks. Whatever cuts they had left had clearly already faded away.\n\nHe walked in silence, turning down one of the roads in deciding it would just be better to go back to the Tavern for now. The roads he took seem to take longer than had they gone there normally, the Elf seemingly avoiding the major parts of town to take a more quiet route to the place where the group had decided to stay for their nights here.\n\nUpon the tavern coming into view, the Elf would glance over at the people that passed by, lightly tugging the Vampiress along so as not to give them a chance to stare for too long before he'd come to an eventual stop just off to the side of the building.*\n\n\"We're here.\"*He'd say to her in a low tone, mostly in announcement from the Elf not being sure if she was paying attention while they walked.*"
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{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*Manon recogized that Terrel reclaimed the lead as he navigated them around the city. She didn't look up for the entirety of the walk. 'Were the rest of the vials tainted too?' 'Were they even tainted in the first place?' 'Leech, pest, parasite, stain.' Her mind occupied itself on these things. Remembering all the insults she took over the years.*\n\n*She was excited at the solution Terrel had found with the Artifical blood. It was short lived and now she felt doomed to feed off living creatures once more. She was a leech, both for blood and on Terrel's generosity.*\n\n*At his announcement she picked her head up, a look of minor confusion across her face. She expected to find a hunter adoption building in front of her, not the tavern. She dreaded going inside, the sound of cheering and laughing heavily hinted towards a full house. He had done a good job getting her there unnoticed but she couldn't see a stealthy way in.*\n\n*She released her hold on Terrel as she walked past him and towards the tavern. Once again a vibrant violet light eminated from the Vampiress. There was no wound that a few rocks could give that didn't survive the first round of self-care.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Elf would let her go on ahead, soon following after her towards the building. If the streets were that bad, it was a wonder how the tavern will be. At least most people tended to be preoccupied with themselves there, though any side comments or jabs, Terrel typically ignored for the most part.\n\nHe'd wait for her to head inside before he would follow in after, his wolves scrambling into the building and moving on ahead of him once they were able to make their way in with the Elf coming in just behind. He'd keep an eye on the people of the tavern, his arms buried in his cloak, making him come off as passive despite whatever intent he may going on beneath it with his hidden weaponry.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She wasted almost no time walking to the stairs leading up to the rooms. Just like earlier in the day, Manon always seemed to have to avoid someone. It was an easy lunge forward which allowed to pass a tipsy or drunk customer. From then on she jogged until she was soon out of sight.*\n\n*While in her room she washed her arms and face. Removing the dirt that had dried from their walk back to the tavern. She took her dirty clothes off her body and threw them beside a big tub of water that was meant for bathing. She'd clean those some other time. She took a piece of cloth before wiping down the rest of her body before wearing a light purple dress. It was the only formal, non-ripped piece of clothing she owned and she never worn it until now. The colour was picked out intentionally as it matched her beloved faith magic.*\n\n*Now that she looked presentable, appealing even, she made her way back down the stairs in her dress. Maybe it was her imagination, she felt like the room was slightly quieter and more people noticed her coming down than when she went up. She didn't have to dodge from anybody this time around and she didn't stop until she was out the door and back outside.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would have found a place to sit downstairs meanwhile, opening the box while he'd quietly examine the small vials of blood. Surely not all artificial blood was this toxic to Vampires, otherwise why would anyone sell them or buy them for that matter? Perhaps they weren't made for vampires at all. The Elf would take one vial out, gazing at the blood inside to his own lack of knowledge. To him, there was no real difference. Maybe it would have been better to have asked the Dwarven shopkeeper. She had vials as well, maybe she had better explanation for them.\n\nAs Manon would come back down the stairs, he would look up, an eyebrow raising at her choice of attire. Surely she wasn't trying to stand out more after the events of earlier. Then again, it could simply be her thing. The Vampiress always confused him. The Elf would silently place the vial back in the case, deciding to keep it on him for the time being until he could go run a few errands on his own time.\n\nMuch of the day seemed to have passed with their little skirmish earlier. At least now, they could finally go get the pup. The Elf would sit up, getting out of his seat as he'd follow the vampire outside. Upon nearing her, he would gesture out towards the main road of town, one they avoided earlier for the sake of the mess Manon looked like, but now could most likely trek without warranting any negative attention as far as the worst of it goes anyways.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She grabbed the ends of her dress with tight fists. Never once had she worn something as feminine as this before. The dirty long skirt she wore before reached down to her ankles. This dress barely reached her knees. She didn't own many pairs of clothing and if she wasn't so excited that morning she would have washed and dried her clothes by now.*\n\n*She began to turn to see who exited behind her but the pointes finger and gloved hand was all she needed. So she began walking down the indicated road. Silently she was hoping Terrel wouldn't ask about the dress. He was simple like that and she was somewhat thankful for it. She knew she was likely fine for now, the jokes were bound to come later.*\n\n*Although embarrassing, having random people staring at her in this dress lifted her self-esteem. The quick wipe down also helped as well. It started off as butterflies in her stomach. Not only was she being looked at as more than a vampire, but a young lady as well. It would probably end the moment she opened her mouth and exposed her fangs.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would make his way down the road, most of his focus on where he was going as he tried to recall the way back to the place where he had once bought the wolves. The Elf allowed Manon to move at her own pace, occasionally glancing back to make sure she didn't fall too far behind with the added need to carry her own dress while she wore it. The Elf never really understood why people would wear something so lavishly inconvenient, though he shouldn't be the one to say anything.\n\nFocusing on ahead, he'd continue along the now more empty road. The sun was nearing its time to set on the horizon and soon enough, the building Terrel was looking for was just ahead. Nearing it, the Elf would make his way up to the front door, only to pause at it and glance back to Manon. A thought would cross his mind as he would hold the door open slightly for his wolves to slip in before refocusing in Manon.*\n\n\"Wait here.\"*He'd say to her, slowly turning and entering the main door to the building as the end of his red cloak would be the last thing seen before he would vanish inside. Why he wanted her to wait outside was a mystery, one clearly made on a last minute decision. Though nevertheless, he had said it and gone inside with little hesitation.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*Manon released her dress as she extended a hand towards the door. One would expect fabric to fall down towards the ground but this dress was meant to show off the wearer's legs. Even Manon thought it was revealing which is why she held it down to begin with.*\n\n*A pale palm pressed firmly against the wooden door before her next orders came. Her brows pressed together in silent protest, even staring up at him with disapproval. He slid inside so quick she wondered if he even saw that she wanted to go in as well.*\n\n*So she removed her hand from the door and walked towards the side of the building. She didn't lean against anything, all for the sake of keeping the dress she wore in great condition. Instead she focused on a nearby tree, using her skills to feel the life flowing through the roots and up to the leaves. The warmth and familiarity of touching nature always held a special place within her.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Elf would have been gone for some time, sun gradually slipping down below the horizon while the sky would darken overhead. Whatever he was doing, seemed to be taking some time. Just as the sky would turn to a darker blue hue, would the door eventually open. The three wolves would walk out, tails wagging rather excitedly as Terrel would step out soon after in trying avoid stepping on the curious wolves.\n\nHe'd turn his gaze towards Manon, his arms holding onto something within the protective cover of his cloak as he'd slowly draw closer to her from where she stood near the tree.*\"Alright.\"*He'd say in a lower voice.*\"I'll need you to close your eyes and hold your arms out.\"*His expression didn't give off much indication of why he was asking that of her, but any showing of common sense could make a pretty accurate assumption.\n\nFloof would come to sit down at her side, tongue hanging out from his jaws while he gazed up at the Elf in silent anticipation. Ansel and Blur were another story, the two now much larger wolves trying to hop up on their hind legs to see whatever it was Terrel was holding.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*Giving a quick glance around for any people, at this point it seemed like everyone had returned home. Tree she was tapped into slowly started to bend towards the Vampiress. Much like a flower before ot bloomed towards the sun. She imagined most people wouldn't want to see someone bend a tree like she was. There was a point in which she stopped however. The tree bent as far as it could go, nearly parallel to the ground if you exclude the wide bend. She never had a need to manipulate nature this much, in fact she grew a little anxious over what she was doing. The first time she had bent a tree like this was a mistake. She was testing the limits of her power and ended up snapping an adult tree like a stick. Nature magic required her to connect with nature, her mind was pouring into the tree at the time it snapped in the past. She almost passed out at the sudden connect-lost with the tree. It felt like she left a piece of her soul behind. She knew now that it wasn't the case and learned what happened when her channeling broke.*\n\n*This time she didn't pour her sould into this tree, she was much more competent at nature magic now, slowly she returned the tree to normal just as the door openes. Her attention went from Terrel and then the three pups that crowded after him. Her brow was raised as at the commotion. Having all three of them speaking at once made Terrel's words almost unheard. But she caught his deeper voice past the wolves.*\n\n*She extended both her arms towards Terrel with her eyes firmly shut. This is itself should Terrel just how much she grown to trust him. Despite being attacked and harassed in the same city, there she stood with her eyes firmly closed.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would wait for Manon to close her eyes, soon drawing his cloak back to reveal the small wolf he carried in his arms. He'd place him in Manon's arms, to her most likely feeling like a small furry body being given to her to hold while the Elf would take a step back and allow the three wolves to surround her now.*\n\n\"Okay.\"*He'd say, moving his now free arms back beneath his cloak.*\"You can open your eyes now.\"*Had she decided to open them, she'd find herself holding a small wolf pup in her arms, one much smaller than when she had originally met Blur and Ansel. Its fur was a lighter shade of brown and its eyes were barely opened enough to peer at her, most likely tired, though picking up on the other wolves' excitement, it's small tail couldn't help but give a light wag.\n\nTerrel would come to take a seat on the ground, allowing her to have her time with the wolf pup in him deciding to bring them out to her instead, merely watching her for the time being.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She instinctually closed her arms around the small body, bringing him close to her chest like a mother would a baby. She didn't wait for his permission as her eyes opened. She was beaming down at him, her eyes bright and full of love for the pup. She brought the pup to her face as she touched her nose his.* \n\n*For the first time since the twins, she began talking in a soft and quiet voice. She told the pup how treasured he was and how safe he was going to be with them. Terrel wouldn't know that as she didn't speak in common tongue. She was worried that they didn't have enough food for Sorrel, so much that she pulled her face back and looked at him.*\n\n*She began talking at Terrel in beast tongue, whatever she was saying lasted 30 seconds of unintelligible words. Ansel, Blur, and Floof would understand what she said but she talking to the Elf now. Maybe it could've passed off as an accident except she was now staring at him like she expected a reply.*\n\n*All the other times she got harassed or chased out of a city she returned to the forest. Each time she expressed herself to any animal that was willing to listen. This was the first time she had a person to talk to after a situation like this. Out of conditioning from past experience and habit, she subconsciously reverted back to beast tongue.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would simply keep to himself while she cradled the pup, giving his own wolves a light pat as they'd circle around the space they were in. In hearing Manon speak to him, he'd glance up at her. Of course her words were most just unintelligible to him, causing him to look back at her blankly. Well as blank as his mask typically came off as whenever he was looking at something.*\n\n\"Manon. The animal speak.\"*He'd say, of course not using what it was actually called in just deciding to term it the ability to speak to animals. He could only assume she was hoping for a response out of him with the way she was looking, but the Elf had absolutely no idea what she was talking about prior. Perhaps she was simply forgetting the ability again, going back to her old forest ways of speaking to any animal she came across. Surely, not even a pup this young could really comprehend what she was saying though.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She would look back down at Sorrel before placing her nose against his once more. She was worried that he wasn't well fed at this pet center of sorts. She even began slowly rocking the pup in her arms. She found it absurdly adorable.* \n\n*Taking a deep breath in before she repeated her question. She even went slower this time just so he could understand her clearer. She looked a little agitated, to her it was two simple questions. How hard was it to understand 'do we have any food or water for Sorrel, I don't trust these places to care for animals on their individual needs'. She still had no idea that she was talking to him in animal.*\n\n*Just like last time, she waited for an answer to her concerns.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Again, Terrel would stare back at her blankly, part of him wondering if the animal speak thing made her unable to understand normal speech when she was using it. Manon seemed to be getting more agitated, but at this point he had grown used to her sudden shift in moods.*\n\n\"I don't know what you're saying.\"*He'd simply repeat before standing back up to his full height.*\"And I don't speak wolf.\"*The Elf would continue, repeating back the same words he said during their last wolf training session. He wasn't sure whether or not she understood him, but if not, he'd simply have to assume it had something to do with the pup or this place in general, most likely not too important considering she was probably simply mad at him for something again.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*It wasn't an issue of undersranding Terrel. She understood him the first time. The issue was she also understood herself, she sounded no different either languages. She took a deep breath in and out. A piece of her was still kneeling in the dirt from hours ago.*\n\n*She tilted her head back slightly to look him in the eyes. She carried the pup in one arm as she pressed her hand against Terrel's mouth. This was after he repeated himself a handful of times.* \n\n\"Terrel, do we have food and water for Sorrel?\"\n\n*Was all she said, she wasn't even sure if she spoke common tongue this time around. Once she finished asking her question in whatever language, she removed her hand from his face. The most she could give was an apologetic look. She didn't know how else to stop him. She went back to holding the pup with both arms as she waited for him to reply, or maybe not.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel's eyes would slowly travel down to the hand that Manon used to cover his mouth, the only thing stopping him from prying it off being that she had moved it away upon asking the question. Finally he knew what she was trying to ask. Food and water? It would be rather idiotic to get a pup otherwise.*\n\n\"Have no idea what you're asking.\"*He'd repeat, this time with a teasing grin as he'd reach for the pouch of jerky at his side and would toss it to her. It seemed she would busy playing around with the pup, though seeing as it was already getting late, he'd find himself not too fond of being out all night. Turning away, the Elf would begin walking along the roadway, his wolves following after him after a while of seeing him walk off.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "\"Ugh this is so ann-\"\n\n*She saw him reach into his pocket and pull out a bag of jerky. He got her good that time and she hated that he played her. She took a step forward and kicked his shin for pretending not to understand. It wasn't a full kick or anything, just out of embarrasement.*\n\n*She barely had time to stand on both feet again as the bag fell to the ground. 'Wooow' was all she thought to herself as she kneeled onto the ground. Even still her dress didn't touch the ground as pebbles dug into Manon's kneecaps.*\n\n*Sorrel's tiny paws touch the ground as she put him down beside the pouch of jerky. Slowly she pulled at the fabric and pulled some dry meat out for the pup to inspect. Before Sorrel could take a bite the vampire broke the piece inti puppy bite sized pieces.* \n\n\"Such a good boy.\"\n\n*She said quietly as the pup began to feed. By the time she looked up, Terrel was rather far from where she knelt. She wasn't going to leave her spot until Sorrel was well fed.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The light kick would be met with the metal of his armor, the Elf paying no mind to it while he carried on. Sorrel would begin nibbling at the small pieces, more so blindly eating at it as he took in the food she gave him.*\n\n\"Try not to stay out too late.\"*The Elf would say in knowing Manon typically preferred staying up at night.*\"The worst of people usually come out at night.\"*The Elf decided to leave her at that. Whether or not she chose to follow or continue playing with the pup was her own business. She had gotten what she wanted and now the Elf had his own business to attend to with the coming of tomorrow.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She sighed as she picked up the pouch of food, she searched herself for a pocket but none could be found. She picked up Sorrel and held him tight to her chest. Manon couldn't help but feel like Terrel forced her hand. If she couldn't avoid a fight during the day, reminding her about the threats that come at night.*\n\n*After jogging with the pup she managed to catch up to fhe elf. Maybe he had gotten used to having someone trail behind him by this point. She could definitely say she's seen his back far more than his front.*\n\n\"Were you really going to leave me back there, all things considering?\"\n\n*She wanted to have Sorrel in her room tonight. She wanted to cuddle beside her furry companion. Perhaps this is how Terrel felt with Ansel, Blur, and Floof. The feeling of having something precious to protect.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*With Manon catching up to him, Terrel would cast a glance back to her.*\"Did you think I would?\"*He'd ask her, almost reiterating back to the same questioning he did when she asked if he was a bad person. It seemed the Elf wasn't planning on giving a straight answer, most likely testing her in whether or not she thought he'd simply leave a travel companion behind.\n\nPerhaps there will be a day she came to realize him giving her own independence despite whatever it is he decided to do. Would he abandon her? No. Would he leave her to choose when she wanted to go and where she wanted to go at times? Yes. He had given her the choice back in the forest some time ago and she decided to stay.\n\nThe debt had long since vanished in the time she had traveled with them, long enough for the Elf to at least show some care even under the mask and there was no doubt that he would have simply killed those pestering two once out of the view of others. In fact that was still up for debate now, but in the time being, he decided to let her answer his own question, let her tie together what she thinks he would do. Determine who she saw as an ally. The Elf would continue moving at his own pace, slowing just a bit in allowing her to catch up to him completely with the wolves circling them.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*Sometimes she felt like he wanted to be rid of her. She knew she made plenty of mistakes in the short time they traveled together. After these incidents was when she felt most alone. She expected to go down stairs in the morning and find them both gone. One time she was just the first one awake for once. That morning she almost cried until Okami came down a few minutes later.*\n\n\"Sometimes..\"\n\n*She gave her answer because she was asked. She still didn't get what 'Rhetorical question' were or when to spot them in a conversation. She didn't want to talk about how she reached her answer, but she noticed him walking slightly slower until she caught up*\n\n\"May I go to the Library tomorrow?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Haven't yet, have I?\"*He'd ask back to her response. Odd she thought of them as people who would simply leave them to their lonesome. Perhaps they had abandonment issues of sorts. He wasn't sure, but the elf could merely shrug it off.\n\nBeing asked if she could go to the library tomorrow, the Elf considered pointing out that it was up to her, though at this point any sort of hints didn't seem to really get through to her. Something else to be worked on he supposed.*\n\n\"Sure Manon.\"*He'd say after a short pause. His gaze would travel down to Sorrel as she would practically cling to him. She did mention not getting a chance to have a pet for fear of what she'd do to it, though now he felt like separating them would become impossible in time.*\"You know you'll have to let go of Sorrel eventually, right?\"*He'd ask her.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "\"It's the yet I'm worried about.\"\n\n *Truth was, she felt like an outsider still. She managed to share laughs with Okami and Terrel, she being the joke most if the time and all. It would be stupid of either of them dropped their guard around her. Somedays, usually around the time her stomach started growling, everyone felt on edge. The mood always lightened after she fed, the growing threat vanquished for a while.*\n\n*She loved the little warm ball of fur that she cradled. It was love at fight sight, she told herself that 'Even during a frenzy, Sorrel would be safe' but she was lying to herself. At Terrel's words she tightned her embrace, not falling for his selfish tricks to take her pup away.*\n\n\"Absolutely not.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"It's just to make it metaphoric Manon.\"*He'd say with a sigh, soon shaking his head after. The Tavern would appear off in the distance and in Manon's denial of letting the pup go, he'd raise a hidden eyebrow at her.*\"I'll haul around the both of you with the trio if I have to.\"*The Elf wouldn't bring himself to pry the wolf away from her. For now she could enjoy his company until they'd eventually have to leave.*\"Besides Manon, we can't take him with us on the trip. Traveling will get dangerous for small pups like him.\"*The Elf would explain, coming to an eventual stop.*\"Do you want to keep Sorrel safe or do you want him to tag along with you everywhere you go?\"*He'd question her.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She wouldn't let go of the pup, Sorrel was her's now. Even as Terrel reached and grabbed the pup she held on. They were locked in a stalemate, despite him having the better hold. She scowled up at him, displeased that '*He*' felt it was time to let go. As Sorrel shifted, she immediately assumed discomfort or harm. She was about to yell at him, blame him for hurting Sorrel, but he began to speak first. She disagreed with his reasoning, but she slowly pulled her arms from around the wolf.*\n\n\"Safe..\"\n\n*She then began speaking in beast tongue, no doubtedly telling Sorrel how much a jerk Terrel could be.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would slowly take the wolf from her, resting him in the crook of his arm.*\"You'll get to see Sorrel again soon enough.\"*He'd say.*\"But you'll have to know when to let go.\"*The Elf would head off towards the Tavern. She couldn't get attached right off the bat, otherwise she'd never let Sorrel leave. It was one thing carrying him with her as she went, but another if they ever had to do something dangerous. For now Sorrel will have to stay here with the others and the Elf could only hope Manon would understand that.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "\"I'm spending the night in your room, I've decided.\"\n\n*She wanted to spend more time with Sorrel. She know that she didn't have to go yet, it was dark and they had nowhere else to go for the night. This was perfect Sorrel time if any. If Sorrel wasn't allowed in her room, she'd go to his.*\n\n*She remembered her laundry as she followed the elf. It was fun dressing girly but she never had her legs this exposed before. She doubted they would even be dry come morning. So it was either walk around in a dress, in a crowded city, in broad daylight, and alone. Or her semi-clean, semi-dry traveler's clothing.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would eye her for a moment, eventually saying:*\"Alright roommate.\"*There was a tone of sarcasm in his words, but at this point he doubted the Druid could understand it. He didn't care much for it anyways. She was bound to fall asleep eventually, and with it, having to be returned to her own room for the night. For now, however, he'd let her have some fun time with Sorrel. Terrel would make his way towards the tavern, opening the door enough just for the group of them to be able to enter before making his way inside.\n\nThe Elf didn't pay much mind to the other people in the tavern, quietly walking by them so that he could head up to his room. Cracking the door open, he'd lightly place Sorrel down so that he could scramble inside, soon followed by the three wolves with Terrel coming in just after them.*\"Make yourself at home.\"*He'd say as he would head inside.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She followed Terrel into the Tavern and up the stairs. She passed her own room and went straight to Terrel's as she slid in behind him. The first thing she did was walk into the bathroom and grab a bowl. She didn't bother looking to see if there was a bowl of water for the pups on the floor. She grabbed a ladle and began scooping water in the bowl. She caught her own eye when passing the mirror, seeing herself in that purple dress before she left the bathroom and placed the bowl down for all the pups. She still clenched the pouch of jerky as she sat on the floor. If Terrel didn't notice before today, Manon was the type of person who sat with knees together, not the pretzel way most children were taught.*\n\n*She began feeding the pups, thought when it came to Sorrel ahe broke the pieces down.*\n\n\"Should I feed him until he's full or are there rules?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Elf would have made himself comfortable at the writing desk, silently watching as Manon went to and fro across the room while he idly relaxed back in the chair. Reaching for one of the shelves, Terrel would grab at the book he had left in his room, soon grabbing a pen as well while he went to resume where he had left off.*\"He's full.\"*The Elf would say simply at her question without looking back at her. Manon seemed to have a habit with repeatedly feeding their animals until they ate beyond their fill. If the pup wasn't already going to be having to go to the bathroom through the middle of the night now, they'd definitely have to at the rate Manon was going at.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She went from sitting on the floor to laying down. She was snugged up close next to Sorrel. One after another the pups stopped eating until the bag she held was usless for now. Maybe it was selfish of her, but she kept Sorrel from wandering outside her reach. She was mostly out of sight from Terrel, wedging herself between the bed and the wall nearest. The most he would see were her ankles or shins as she moved around. A giggle or laugh, sometimes a few words in beast speak would come from the corner where she laid.* \n\n*She still considered the day to be a bad one. Her body felt the same as well as the fatigue came crashing down on her. It had been a while since she moved on the floor, and Sorrel was sniffing the new enviroment without any supervision. Floof was the only wolf that rested remotely near the Vampire as she passed out on the hard floor.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*As time would pass, the feeling of exhaustion creep up on him. Occasionally he would glance over only to find Manon still playing with the pup. Out of the corner of his eye, Terrel would eventually find Sorrel wandering about on his own, soon turning his head away from his book to find Manon having fallen asleep on the floor.\n\nPutting the book down, Terrel would get and stretch a bit. With Manon asleep, the Elf could soon get his own shuteye. He'd eventually walk over to her after a bit, causing Floof to shift away at his approach. Stooping down, the Elf would lightly nudge Manon with a hand, saying:*\"Time for you to head back to your room Manon...\""
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She didn't budge from her slumber. It didn't seem to matter if it was morning or night. Once sleep claimed her, she was gone. Terrel could already assume that sleeping in the forest for who knew how long since before they met prepared her for any surface. So long as it wasn't wet or rainy she could sleep. It wouldn't matter much inside this stone building but she still maintained a subconscious hold on nature. The only line of defense she had while asleep.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Elf would shake her some more, eventually letting out a tired sigh as he would turn his gaze towards Floof.*\"A little help?\"*He'd ask the wolf, knowing full well he couldn't understand him. Floof's tongue would hang out from his jaws for a while, looking between Terrel and Manon before the Pig Elf would eventually gesture towards her. Walking closer Manon, Floof would start playfully licking at her face, his tail gently wagging to and fro. Hopefully it would be able to wake her just enough to get up.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*A pale hand lifted from the ground as she blindly patted around for the pup. Patting his head softly as she push herself onto an upright position. She felt exhausted, morning came way too quick once again. Slowly she got onto her feet and stumbled out the door. She passed both her room and Okami's as she grabbed the railing and walked down to the bar section that was now empty of people. Why was she being woken up before the sun? It wasn't like she had any place to be. She slid into a booth and pressed her head against the wall as she yawned.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would get up as she'd head to the door, following her to the doorway as he'd watch her head down the hallway only to pass the rest of the rooms and walk down the stairs in her half-sleep state.*\"Manon...\"*He'd say with a groan. The Elf would turn to look at the wolves, giving a quiet stay command with only Sorrel to peer around at the sitting wolves in confusion. The Elf would head out after the vampire, closing the door behind him as he'd follow her down the stairs and glanced over to the booth she had decided to sit down in. Terrel would make his way over to her, lightly tugging on her arm as he'd try to pull her up into a standing position.*\"Manon. Bed.\"*He'd say. It wasn't like any more complex sentences would get through to her, instead the Elf just using simpler words for the sake of her understanding that she couldn't sleep down here.*"
},
{
"author": "Manon Surai",
"message": "*She scooted from the wall and was standing in no time. She was so confused as to what was going on, She half opened her eyes to stare at him. Didn't he just wake her up to start the day? Now he was telling her to get in a bed. She grumbled some words at him, her speech slurred together as she walked back into her own room. She didn't even bother shutting her own door, basically sleep walking at this point. If Terrel watched, he was see the vampire kneel on the bed before falling face first onto the mattress with a small thud. No covers, half her legs hanging off the bed as she sank back into the comfort of slumber.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*With Manon grumpily heading back upstairs, Terrel would give a light shake of his head as he'd make his own way back up. The Elf would walk down the hall, watching Manon vanish into her own room with the door open and, with whatever last bit of care he could have before going to sleep himself, he would walk over to pull the door closed. It mattered little to him how she fell asleep. She was in her room one way or another. Terrel would head back to his own room, carefully shutting the door behind him in being welcomed by his own wolves before he'd go to lay down in his own bed with a tired sigh. Kicking off his boots and removing some of his clothing, the Elf would make himself comfortable as he'd eventually drift off to sleep.*"
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{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*Terrel's thoughts weren't far from reality. She'd packed up all her things already by the time he had arrived in the shop and all that was left was taking the inventory down into storage so that it would not be stolen and locking up. Perhaps not the moment he left, but the morning right after. With M'ra's absent minded attitude, it took her a few seconds to register that the voice she had been eavesdropping on along with a dozen others had been directed at her, a derpy smile forming itself on her cheeks as she reached a hand out and waved energetically.*\n\n\"Friend, haha! I've still got connections!\" *She exclaimed on a rather strange point, one which you would not understand unless you knew what was going on inside that strange head of hers. Not even Kejomuj knew that, though.* \"You are a mister Bales, aren't you? Fancy meetin' ya here mate, I was about t' go to the inn. What're ye up to now?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Terrel would come to a stop as he neared her, a towering structure compared to the short dwarf, but a rather passive structure in meeting her again.*\"It's Terrel.\"*He'd eventually say to answer her question.*\"Surely you don't call all your customers by their surname outside of your shop.\"*The Elf would raise a hidden eyebrow, rather curious about it. The mention of connections felt strange, though he could only assume it had something to do with her not knowing anyone personally in Salvania in originating from Silnaria.*\n\n\"Was just going to head to the stables actually. Carl's been stuck there for a while since I've been here and I figured he was just starting to get a bit bored standing around in the stalls all day waiting.\"*The Elf would explain, suggesting he'd at least been here for a few days already.*\"You want to come with? Still got some daylight hours to burn in the meantime.\"*He'd say, tilting his head up towards the sky.*\"Unless you've already made plans for the day.\""
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*A short chuckle left M'ra as Terrel pointed out her way of naming customers. Truth be told, she simply wasn't used to being outside the shop for very long. The only people she really spoke to casually in the last few years were the staff of that wonderful little cafe.* \"Sorry sorry, I'm just not used t' bein' out here yet. Been a while since I traveled.\" *A hand went up to the back of her head, scratching frivolously as she tapped the tip of her boot against the floor.*\n\n*It was nice that she'd found a friend already, maybe it'd make her quest to find stories to tell even easier than she'd expected her golden tongue to make it.* \"I haven't made any plans, no. Just got here, in fact! I'd be happy t' come with ya. Little travel around with Carl on the prairie?\" *The prairie bit was more of a figure of speech, but she did think it would be nice. She wondered, though, if it would be ethical to allow the horse to take both Terrel, M'ra and her more than a little heavy armour.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Well if by prairie you mean however much field space the stables give us to work with, then yeah I suppose traveling on the prairie would be correct.\"*He'd say, mostly thinking aloud before gesturing for her to follow as he would return to the path he was originally on to head out towards the stables.*\n\n\"On the bright side, I'm sure the Capitol will keep you busy for a while. Never know what may happen out here. Well at least for any newcomer to it. I guess it wouldn't be any different to you traveling around Silnaria after a while, eh?\"*He'd say, glancing back to her while he walked. Terrel wasn't sure how well adapted she was to the Capitol, though who knows? He was sure she traveled around occasionally if not just for some vacation time from the shop. Much like this now, he assumed.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*Her boots tapped along the path as she followed Terrel closely, her hands held behind her back and fiddling with some of the fabric in her dress.* \"Yeah, just goin' about and giving Carl a little breathing space, hm?\" *Her nostrils flared for a moment as she looked to the side, noticing a restaurant and immediately starting to salivate with a distracted look.*\n\n*Gulping down, she turned back to Terrel to respond to him.* \"So long as there's somewhere for me to commune with Kejomuj, I'll be fine. I certainly would like t' know more about this place though. Elves everywhere, it's like the nightmare of yer average cave dweller, haha!\" *M'ra thought back to her childhood in the Caverns. There was barely any mention of elves save for the occasional offhanded comment based on old, ooooold stories that painted them in a bad light, no doubt from times before their people had been blessed with their new home in Praisia. Though she knew that this problem only really existed amongst the common people of her home, it was one of the biggest reasons she'd come here, or out of the Caverns in general. To bring stories of her home so that the world would understand them better, and to bring them back so that they could understand the world better. How would a dwarven child who'd only ever heard his father's occasional jokes about walking into a bar with a human and an elf know what to think about either of those two if he'd never seen them?* \n\n\"I haven't travelled in a few years though, since I set up shop really. This'll be my fourth journey. My first was when I just left home, then I took a break for a year in Ulnoor. After my second journey, I settled down in a village taking care of some kids at an orphanage in Lymia. Third journey took me back to Ulnoor, and now this is my fourth!\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Not a fan of the Elves?\"*He'd question her casually, making a sort of playful jab to her at it. He already knew most people didn't like Elves, whether or not she was one of them would make it all the more ironic for staying in Silnaria all this time. Then again, some do have that mindset of keeping their friends close and their enemies closer.\n\nThere were times when Terrel didn't favor elves either and their uptight and privileged attitude often warranted by them being able to use magic and build empires, neither of which he cared much for. Of course that didn't allow him to be rid of the stereotypes however, but at this point he had grown used to them. The Elf would silently fold his arms behind his back, his cloak covering him completely save for his head and legs. He had come to prefer walking like this, allowing him to conceal any weaponry while also looking more passive as he walked.\n\nHe'd listen to M'ra talk about her travels, only going on about four journeys in her time. She didn't really get out that often did she? He supposed four would sound like a lot to those who typically stuck in one place, but he had been traveling back and forth so often over the years, it seemed like such a minuscule amount.*\"Guessing the shop is being well taken care of while you're gone then?\"*He'd ask her.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"Not a fan? Oh absolutely not, I'm fine with 'em. Just a little... People back home are ignorant t' how other nations are. Each different culture seems t' be really self centred. I wanna change that, let everyone know we're not so different.\" *M'ra defensively put her hands up to either side of her head, waving them dismissively as she chuckled nervously. Her father wasn't one of those people, luckily, thanks to her mother's intervention with her own tales of travels.*\n\n*The question on her shop certainly was a good one though. She thought back to the playful servant at her favourite cafe with a smile.* \"Yeah, I expected I'd leave someday so I made the shop with preparations t' lock everything away and keep it safe. I gave Shalah some coin to make sure everything's still tight and secure and contact the authorities if it ain't, even though she wanted to refuse the coin pretty adamantly...\" *Rather than it being a short time, with M'ralind's lifespan it was likely that it matched up or even exceeded with Terrel's. Each of her journeys was a long period of time, she just classified them based on whether she'd settled down between travels.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Elf would suddenly turn onto another path, the stables appearing distantly from them as he'd continue to make his way towards the fenced off area. It seemed everything was all settled with the shop and all. Maybe he'd go visit again whenever all the traveling was done. It most certainly had plenty of supplies for an adventurer. Much like the store he and Manon had gone to earlier before the terrible events that followed. \n\nA thought would seemingly come to his mind as he would find himself looking over to her in silently studying the dwarf. The crimson eyes and paler skin. It would be bold of him to make any assumptions without any real evident of it besides the vials that she had at the store. It was there he had come to know of there being artificial blood or at least store bought ones at best, but in trying to get one here, it only seemed to sicken his vampiric companion whether intentional or not.*\"Can I ask you something?\"*The Elf would ask her in a rather thoughtful tone.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*M'ralind's boots kept making a constant, dull thud as the pair walked along. She could barely remember her 20th birthday, when she'd gotten them. The amounts of coin she'd thrown away that day as her eyes glittered and the corners of her mouth filled with drool. Oh how wonderful the leathery clacks of these boots were when they hit the floor!\n\n...It had been a while of just hearing those boots. Her ears had just began scanning for other voices to eavesdrop on when Terrel spoke again. Her head turned to him, eyebrows raised and those perfectly crimson eyes staring at his own.* \"Ask away. I don't have any secrets t' hold back. Kejomuj doesn't forbid them, but it's certainly a nice thing to not have secrets.\" *The corners of her lips turned up into a calmer smile, more thoughtful than her normal ecstatic nature.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*With her permission, he'd turn his gaze away to focus more on where he was heading.*\"Back at your shop, I noticed that you sold these blood vials.\"*He'd begin, recalling the memory relatively easily with his quick scan of the shop while M'ra had been sharpening his sword for him. That was another supply he has yet to grab while he was out, especially with his new weaponry.*\"What were they for?\"\n\n*Instead of asking her outright, he'd figure it would have been best to find out their own purpose in being sold. At least then he could confirm if they were meant for vampires to drink. That would at least get rid of the factor of it being used as some kind of poison while also raising the question of why the store vial had made his companion so ill. Were there different kinds? He wasn't so sure, but one thing was for certain, they may need to find some vials elsewhere.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"What were they for..?\" *The question seemed almost stupid to M'ralind. I mean, what else is blood for but satanic ri-* \"It's for vampires. I felt like a supply of it would be good for Ulnoor's population, plus it means free sustenance for me so I don't have to go hunting myself for it.\" *It was just like her to totally forget that she hadn't told Terrel that she was one. Then again, if someone couldn't tell from her outwardly appearance, then they usually were the type that's ignorant enough to also hate her for it.* \n\n\"Don't worry though, they we're synthetic. I've been trying to find out how to make them for myself for the journey, and I can make something *Edible*, but it ain't taste good at all yet, haha.\" *With a nervous chuckle at her own continued failures, which totally didn't end with her looking like a bloody maiden out of some cheesy horror novel, she gave a confident smile to Terrel to enforce the harmlessness of the vials.* \"Haven't put any of them on the store though.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Right, right.\"*He'd say in silent agreement as he walked, mostly thinking to himself. So they were made for vampires and it seems his suspicions were correct about the Dwarf. But if that was the case, why would Manon react so badly to it? Surely the blood was all the same at the end of the day unless it was intentionally tainted. It was too bad she didn't have any on her. It would have made his job easier at least.*\n\n\"Do you know how exactly they're made?\"*He'd ask.*\"Or at least where to get them from? Let's just say, tried buying one for a vampire once and, it did not stay down. Might have been poisoned or something, but I'm not too sure where else to get any.\"*He'd explain briefly to her. She did mention trying to make some of her own despite the taste being bad. He wasn't so concerned about the taste so long as they could keep it down and satisfy whatever need there was drinking blood. Then again, he also doubted she'd be willing to test it out again after what happened earlier. Maybe just letting Okami do his thing was the better option, at least monetarily at this rate.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"Didn't stay down? Don't tell me it was one of those purist weirdos who throw away their pride in their homeland for their *VAmPiRiC* Superiority.\" *The dwarf crossed her arms as she huffed out in disappointment. Those guys were just an absolute pain to deal with. Then again, with how rare vampires were, it really was a very, very tiny minority. It hadn't stopped M'ra and her mother from meeting them in the past though.*\n\n\"How they're made? Well, as I said, I've been experimenting on how to make some. Doubt a supremacist would down that though. It's edible, it gives what it's supposed to, it just won't taste very good.\" *Terrel should probably correct the dwarf's misconception before it went much further.* \"For it to be poisoned though, you'd either have to have a shop owner that hates vampires or you're being hunted by some total arse!\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"No she's just a vampire that's bad at... Being a vampire I suppose.\"*He'd respond with a tired sigh. The fence line for the stable grew closer and coming upon it, the Elf would find himself leaning against against it while he'd stare out towards the field.*\n\n\"She tried it, then vomited back up later.\"*He'd explain.*\"I don't know anything about synthetic blood, but I'm pretty sure that's now how it usually works with Vampires and if she can't keep it down then I guess I'm stuck with my other traveling companion just letting her feast on him. Which he seems fine with, so I guess I can just leave him to it if we're ever stuck with that.\"*He'd stand back upright, seeing as he already used up a lot of time thinking of another method.*\"Would you mind us getting the chance to test out whatever you're able to make? Wouldn't want to waste your own batch or anything, but it's our only other option until we can find a shop less likely to be against vampires around here.\""
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{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"Bad at being... Oh, she must be struggling, the poor thing...\" *The woman pursed one corner of her lips in an understanding wince. She had been born with her condition, but she had met a few vampires who weren't, her mother included. Actually, out of all the vampires she knew, she was the only one born as one.*\n\n\"I'm guessing that it was poisoned. And so long as you rotate with that partner of yours every once in a while, she and he should be fine. You don't wanna make him anaemic, do ya?\" *Crossing her arms and placing them on the second plank of the fence, she looked outwards into the fields.* \"I can try making a larger batch so I can feed yer friend as well. It's not too hard to make something that keeps the hunger away, the problems mostly lie in making it not taste horrid.\" *Sticking out her tongue with a playful look, she moved away from the fence.* \"Now, why dontcha go get Carl so we can have a nice, relaxin' ride an' share stories?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "\"Hey, I'll take what I can get. Not like I'm the one drinking it.\"*He'd say with a light chuckle. The Elf had heard enough of his companion's complaints for him to not care of how much she hated the taste of the blood he got for her nor did he care to play along with Kibaru's crazy plans either.*\"Thanks...\"*He'd say eventually, showing some gratitude in her help before he'd angle his head in the direction of the stalls at her mentioning taking Carl out on a ride.*\n\n\"Have you ever actually ridden a horse before?\"*The Elf would ask her as he'd turn away, heading along the fence in the direction of where the horses were kept. Maybe it was the image of the short dwarf trying to climb up in a horse that he found the most amusing, but there was no telling what she had done in her occasionally times of traveling. Horse riding just seemed like a common thing to him at this point.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*It wouldn't really be her problem either. I mean, later she'd have to suffer over the taste, but at least then she'd get to watch someone else suffer along with her, the lucky soul.* \"Ain't no worry. I ain't on duty, so I won't charge ya either. Though... I wouldn't mind t' being taken along with yer group. At least for a little while.\" *She shifted the focus away from the previous conversation, but remained quiet after that.* \n\n\"A horse? No, I-I haven't exactly done that before... We don't use horses much in the Caverns, but I have ridden on carriages before. Usually hitched a ride with the merchants whenever they had some free space back in the day.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*At the mention of her joining their group, the Elf would decide to tease at her a bit with the idea.*\"Sure, but it's going to cost you.\"*He'd joke, remembering back to when Okami thought it a good idea to grab other capable people to join them in their trip to the island. The Elf wasn't sure how well suited M'ra was to traveling or fight or anything outside the shop really, but he figured he'd give her the benefit of the doubt in going with the idea.\n\nHe'd allow her to catch up to him so that they could walk side by side for a while in the time it would take to head over to the gate that allowed them out into the field. The Elf would listen to her mention the Caverns, something he recalled reading something similar to in the book he bought from her, but instead of mentioning it, he would merely offer a smirk at her stating she's never rode a horse.*\"No better day to give it a try in that case.\"*Of course two people on the horse would be relatively uncomfortable for both them and the horse, leaving the Elf to figure it best just to let her ride on top while he led the horse around the ground like he did with Okami.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"I'm already giving ya free blood, yous gonna make me pay even more on that?!\" *Playing along with the line of jabs, she yelled out to him with a scrutinising frown. How could a man be so shrewd! She followed by his side, lifting a leg over a plank in the fence right next to the gate and rolling herself between the wood, flopping onto the ground and getting up with a huff.*\n\n*She wasn't that much slower than Terrel, although if she equipped the shiny looking armour in her backpack, her movement would probably be a bit more restricted. A dwarf wearing armour and a shield, that was probably the slowest creature on the planet.* \"Agreed. The sun is shinin' down so beautifully. I think Carl has a wonderful tan to enjoy today, doesn't he?\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*There were times when the Elf would forget just how loud the Dwarf could get. This was one these times. He would gaze down at him, a masked face of amusement. M'ra enjoyed writing stories about adventures didn't she? At least that was evident enough from the books she's already wrote.*\"Sure I am.\"*He'd say casually.*\"With all this traveling we're going to be doing, it would be a shame to not have someone writing stories about it as we go.\"*He'd jest.*\"Battles, Adventure, Danger even. A missed opportunity if you ask me.\"*The Elf would casually climb up over the gate, coming to land on the otherw side while M'ra was moving to get back up. \n\nHe'd begin making progress towards the stalls, gesturing for her to follow.*\"He does indeed.\"*The Elf would agree with her, regarding Carl. It was always nice for the horse to get out and go on a run every now and then especially with staying in Salvania for a while.*\"I'm sure he'll be glad to see you again.\""
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"Danger ain't exactly my middle name, but the rest of all that sounds like a perfect task fer me, friend.\" *The dwarf chuckled to herself as she wiped the dust and dirt off of her clothes. Her brisk walk made the cloth of her dress catch the wind, flowing like lotuses.* \"I'll make ya extra dashing in 'em, hehe.\" *She chuckled as the two got closer to the stalls.*\n\n\"Oh he better be glad, I fed him a buncha high quality stuff last time we met! The git should be grateful!\" *With a haughty tone, she threw her fists to her waist and puffed out her chest.* \"I'm glad t' see the speedy bugger as well. I hope he can make the wind fly in my face. I've been wantin' t' feel that fer a while now.\""
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Elf tried to imagine just what her overarching imagination would mean for the stories she'd write about them, not sure if he should be glad she enjoyed the idea or nervous.*\"Consider yourself part of our group then.\"*The Elf said, not minding the extra member for the time being. At least she could help with things the rest of them didn't understand. Whether or not she'd stick with them until the end of their traveling though was still up for debate.*\n\n\"We'll see. Wait here.\"*He'd say to her regarding Carl before heading to the stalls to go retrieve his horse. After some time passing, the Elf would return with his steed, walking him out into the field as the horse would let out a huff of fresh air. Terrel would make his way back over to M'ra, giving Carl a light pat on his back.*\"Look who's here to see you Carl.\""
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "*When the horse came out, M'ra had gentleness plastered all over her joyful face. One hand reached up to pat his face, though it took some tip toeing, to greet him.* \"Hey again bud. Didja miss the nice shop lady that gave ya lotsa food?\" *Her pale lips curved upwards and she chuckled to herself, patting his side since it was easier to do so.* \n\n\"Terrel, is it alright if you...\" *M'ra looked up to Carl's back, her brows furrowing slightly. When she reached her arms up, she couldn't even touch his back, let alone climb on.* \"I swear I don't weigh very much...\" *She withdrew her head into her neck, fiddling her thumbs.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The horse would lower his head to her, blowing a huff of air into her face playfully before he'd eventually begin grazing at the grass that made up the field. He didn't seem to mind the Dwarf as she'd pat at his side, only shifting slightly in moving about the open field.\n\nAs M'ra mentioned not weighting very much, the Elf would casually say:*\"I do not doubt that.\"*At first he didn't realize she was trying to ask him something, only for it to slowly cross his mind as he'd look between her and the horse, almost laughing at the memory somehow slipping his mind.*\"You need a boost don't you?\"*He'd ask her.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"A boost would be appreciated.\" *Huffing through her nose, the Lora pouted her lips at Terrel. A few moments later, though, the pout crumbled into a laugh. She put one of her hands as far up as she could on Carl's back and leaned her weight into one of her legs.* \"I'm ready when you are.\" \n\n*She looked out into the field. The gentle wind already touched her face just like this, and a light walk being held so high by Carl would be enough to feel that airbrush on her cheeks again. It was the most wonderful feeling. Her hair fluttering in the wind, the hearty laughs of her father as his head made a dull thunk when his mother's hand collided with it, the family hugged up into a sandwich on top of the carriage as they set out to go meet her uncle. She could feel the rough skin on the back of her hands, hear the bell like voice two heads behind her, see the beautiful sun glare down at her. As drowsy as it made her feel, that only heightened the ethereal walk.*\n\n*Her eyes regained clarity, and she smiled at Terrel, her foot ready to be lifted off the ground for that boost.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*The Elf would bring his hands together as he'd bend down to create an extra foothold for the Dwarf to hop up into the saddle. Assuming she'd place her foot down on the new rest, he'd give her a boost up into the saddle, soon standing upright to make sure she didn't slip off of it.\n\nOnce he was certain that she was secure, the Elf would reach for the horse's lead and, in doing so, would tug at it to get Carl's attention that it was time to move. After a moment's pause, the horse would gradually start to walk with him, moving at a relatively slow pace for the sake of the Dwarf.*\"How's it feel being so high up?\"*He'd ask her jokingly as he'd gaze up at her from where she sat atop the horse.*"
},
{
"author": "M'ralind Varangr",
"message": "\"Hyuup-!\" *A little grunt and a small hop onto Carl's back and M'ra managed to secure herself on the saddle, her hands going to the front of it and holding on tightly as she wobbled a bit from side to side. She looked a bit uneasy as she spoke,* \"A-Ah, I'll be fine, it's just like riding on the railings over the mining shafts...\" *Her absentminded worries floated about.*\n\n*Having stabilised herself, the two began to walk onwards. She felt it. The gentle wind, the chime of nature. Her chest rose up and down with each soothed breath as she moved her hips to compensate for Carl's steps. Her eyes gazed over again as Terrel spoke to her.* \"It feels just like being home again,\" *She said quietly, gulping down as the anxiety of being on the horse and the tranquility of her memories balanced each other out and she felt her heart well up.* \"Who'd have thought you would have made me so melancholic, huh boy?\" *She tilted her head to Carl, reaching forwards and rubbing his neck.*"
},
{
"author": "Terrel Bales",
"message": "*Part of Terrel wondered how similar a Tavern could possible be to horse riding. Surely riding through mines wasn't the same as riding an animal out in the open. Then again, the Elf knew little of the Caverns outside of the book he got and even then he hadn't gotten too far into it.*\"Oh yeah? What were the mineshafts like?\"\n\n*He'd ask her as they'd near the fence, soon pulling Carl along so that he could circle around the field for the time being.*\"We'll just bring him into a nice circle around here then just allow him to run free for a while.\"*He'd explain to her, the radius at least giving plenty of ride time for the Dwarf.*"
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