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60.588235 | 2020-09-24 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "grandbirdman",
"message": "*Kaddahs eyes open as he hears the humming, gently joining in with his own tune to compliment Doles*"
},
{
"author": "countspookula1",
"message": "*Dole turns back to Kaddah and smiles* \"Good morning friend, how was your rest.\" *Dole says turning back to glance at the sunrise*"
},
{
"author": "grandbirdman",
"message": "*Kaddah frowns behind the faceplate*\n\"You were supposed to give me a watch.\""
},
{
"author": "countspookula1",
"message": "\"There's still some time left, we have to leave a couple hours after sunrise in order for the shift to work, it makes it so everyone can sleep.\"*Dole cracks his knuckles before grabbing his axe and walking over to a nearby tree before tearing a piece of bark off to chew on.*"
},
{
"author": "grandbirdman",
"message": "*Kaddah stands up and walks over to the mouth of cave before sitting down in front of it and taking off the face plate. He pulls from his pack the strange brown brick as he breaks a piece off to eat*"
},
{
"author": "countspookula1",
"message": "*Dole comes back over to sit beside Kaddah* \"Tell me Kaddah do you have any \"Strengths\" In this world.\""
},
{
"author": "grandbirdman",
"message": "\"Depends. What do you consider a strength?\"\n*His four eyes remain closed as he breaks of another small piece*"
},
{
"author": "countspookula1",
"message": "\"In my years of battle, killing, and the clashing of steel, bone, and magic, I have always thought that the true \"Strength\" Of a man was what he made from his own fists, skill, or ingenuity. Since I was very small I have killed, before I could properly read I could kill, I was always alone in this world, as is the fate of many a warrior child in the Confederacy... *Dole pauses for a moment seeming to reflect on something* \"But through my years of traveling, free of the Confederacy, I have learned what true \"Strength\" Is my friend.\"\n\n\"True \"Strength\" Is not born in the muscles a man works and build for, it is not the arcane power that wells from within, nor is it the skill with which one can fire an arrow or cut with a blade. True \"Strength\" Is not so simple a thing. True \"Strength\" Is what motivates one to become strong, it is the fire within a man that burns his soul and chases him forward, it is all the things a man has taken upon himself to do and to protect.\"\n\n\"Like how we climb this mountain, we each, one way or another, are driven up this mountain by the \"Strength\" That guides us from within. What I ask Kaddah, is what \"Strengths\" Do you have which push you forward in this world.\""
},
{
"author": "grandbirdman",
"message": "\"To live up to a legacy of one who cam before me. To honor his memory.\"\n*He answers suprisngly simply as he wraps his brick back up. He returns his faceplate*\n\"To perfect my styles and teaching\""
},
{
"author": "countspookula1",
"message": "*Dole nods in understanding* \"I see, hopefully your \"Strength\" Will carry you far in this world, I see so many men in my travels lose hope in their own \"Strengths\", it is an easy thing to do I think. Failure, loss, defeat, betrayal, these things all wear upon one's soul, they are like leeches sapping from the \"Strength\" Of a warrior. See you never allow yourself to succumb, to the weakness of the heart Kaddah, it has felled many a man stronger than any of us, and it will fell stronger still.\" *Dole after saying this goes back to his spot in the cave. Then begins to go to sleep on the cave floor with his pack under him.*"
},
{
"author": "grandbirdman",
"message": "*Kaddah watches the strange warrior for a momemt as he turns back towards the entrance. Thankful the faceplate hudes the tears welling in his eyes*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*With the sun rising over the horizon, Kirgajan stirred awake from his sleep as a ray of light shot into his eyes as it poked its way through the forest. With a yawn and a stretch, he rose to his feet.* \n\"Up, we got a mountain to climb.\" *He said as he tossed a small rock at Dole's shoulder to wake him.*"
},
{
"author": "grandbirdman",
"message": "*Kaddah looks over his shoulder as he stands uo and stretches his joins popping loudly*"
},
{
"author": "countspookula1",
"message": "*Dole stands yawning as he wakens, immediately stretching and preparing his stuff for the journey ahead.* \"Another day of traveling up the mountain.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*As the group walked out to the opening Kirgajan looked up at the cliffside in front of them.* \"Yes... A much, much harder day of travel.\" *He pointed to the now much more sheer acent that was before them* \"Well, no time to waste. I have a job to complete.\" *He said quickly as he placed one hand after another and began scaling the rock carefully.*"
},
{
"author": "grandbirdman",
"message": "*The qua takes a second as he stretches all of his limbs before grabbing onto the cliffs surface and climbing*"
},
{
"author": "countspookula1",
"message": "*Dole follows to the side of the others staying somewhat in the middle of the group. Watching near the other two in case of a slip-up or occasional footfall.*"
}
] | 34 | 1,030 |
51.333333 | 2020-09-25 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The ascent was not too much of a challenge, but it had to be done slowly just in case of rockslides and other hzards. The climb was not cliffside the entire way, as there were long stretches that only required good balance and the ocassional hand to pull yourself up.*"
},
{
"author": "grandbirdman",
"message": "*The quas way of climbing is clumsy but gets the job done. His four arms working quickly as they find the sturdy handholds, many of which would not hold someone heavier*"
},
{
"author": "countspookula1",
"message": "*Dole watches carefully, planning out a possible means of descent as they climb, looking up at the mountain before them relishing in the burn of his muscles, the sweat of his hands. This is what he craves, the challenge had begun and this was the starting line*"
}
] | 56 | 154 |
91.722222 | 2020-09-30 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "countspookula1",
"message": "\"It May take longer than I first thought to climb this mountain my friends, it's ledges are treacherous and we have only started our journey.\""
},
{
"author": "Kirgajan",
"message": "*He trudged up the large sloping mounting, the wind had picked up quite a bit in the past few minutes.* \"Yes! I think we should put as much haste into this trip as we can! The cliffside is turning very dangerous!\" *He shouted in return against the strong wind that whistled across the rock.*"
},
{
"author": "countspookula1",
"message": "*As they climb up the cliff side and begin growing more and more weary, the storm strikes. Howling winds blowing them from either side, the hand holds and rocks growing slippery and hard to grasp. Lightning striking against the side of the mountain. After some time climbing like this Dole yells to the others.* \"We must find a clearing to stand upon, climbing this way is too treacherous now that the storm has hit.\" *Dole points off to an opening in the side of the mountain a bit higher above them all* \" We can make shelter there, perhaps the caves can take ya higher up the mountain!\""
},
{
"author": "Kirgajan",
"message": "*Kirgajan did not even hesitate, as he gripped each rock and hand hold tightly, some of them crumbling in his hand. He made as fast of a b-line to the opening as he could.* \"Good eye Dole. Now just don't die on the way over.\" *He responded as he slipped and caught himself for most of the way there. Finally he got one large arm over another in order to pull himself up over the ledge and lie on the ground for a moment to catch his breath.*"
},
{
"author": "countspookula1",
"message": "*Dole following shortly behind Kirgajan manages to flip himself onto the cave floor. Both of them dripping wet, the sounds of thunder and the patter of rain can be heard echoing into what the two men now see is in fact a large cave that sprawls into the mountain. Dole turns back to the cave entrance after catching his breath for a moment, before jilting upwards and going to peer off the side of the cliff.*\n\n\"Kaddah, where is Kaddah?\""
},
{
"author": "Kirgajan",
"message": "*Kirgajan does not stand up, but simply rolls over and looks down at the sheer edge of the cliff as Dole calls out for Kaddah. For a moment he thinks he sees him, but soon the figure shatters into a hundred pieces as lightning strikes it... It was just a rock.* \"He must have... Turned back, he was not the most keen on this expedition.\"\n\n*He can't say that he was the biggest fan of the bug, but he was growing on him a little bit. He had hoped that either he was lacking behind, or had turned back. After a short pause he turned and faced into the cave.* \"We don't have time to worry about it, there is more mountain left, and who knows what else that lies within.\""
},
{
"author": "countspookula1",
"message": "*Dole looks to the sky, and sniffs heartily as he closes his eyes* \"This storm is large, I do not know if it will end soon, it is much harsher than I originally thought. It may be better to travel through the caves and see if we can find an exit further up the mountain.\" *Dole turns to the deeper, darker cave tunnel behind them* \"I hope that Kaddah is alright, I pray he did not fall from the rains.\""
},
{
"author": "Kirgajan",
"message": "*He began to walk into the cave, the light slowly fading from his vision.* \"That little guy is made of hardier stuff, even if he did I am sure he is okay.\" *The light in the cave was few and far between, only the small crack or hole made from weathering let in a small dim light from the grey skies above.\n\n\"All of my equipment is soaked, you wouldn't happen to have a torch or lantern of some sort?\""
},
{
"author": "countspookula1",
"message": "\"I have none, but I do have some cloth, firewood, and very cheap liquor. I can try and make some torches from that, give me but a moment and I should have something ready.\""
},
{
"author": "Kirgajan",
"message": "\"Try to make it quick, not seeing what is ahead or around is the worst feeling.\" *He drew his weapon and looked around at the darkness. He stood over Dole as he worked in a protective stance*"
},
{
"author": "countspookula1",
"message": "*Dole takes his pack off and begins constructing the makeshift torches by wrapping cloth around some firewood that he snaps into appropriately sized pieces. He then pulls out a bowl and some of the alcohol he was drinking when they rested the night before. Dole then puts the liquor into the bowl and begins to soak the sticks and rags into the highly alcoholic grog that Dole is want to drink. After a few minutes Dole removes the makeshift torches and starts trying to ignite them by striking some flint for sparks. And after a bit more of this he manages to spark one of the torches to life. Revealing...*"
},
{
"author": "Kirgajan",
"message": "*Kirgajan kept his back to Dole the entire time, trying to watch for even the slightest shift in the oulines in the dark. He could hear the sparks ping from the rocks, and then... Flame. He heard it first, the low crackle of fire in the thin air.* \"These might not last that long up here with such thin air. Be careful with them... Good work friend.\"\n\n*As he stood with the torch and turned the cave lit up, not all of it, but a substantial amount. As the light hit the walls, bugs and small creatures scattered across the walls. A chill krept down Kirgajans spine. The massive cave curved into a large cieling with rocks hanging from the bottom. The ground below them was filled with holes that dropped into an expanse of darkness.*"
},
{
"author": "countspookula1",
"message": "*Dole whistles upon seeing the hole filled with creatures and bugs. Obviously a bit grossed out by the disgusting sight but also having a childlike curiosity to his gate* \"Very strange, the mountain is as alive inside as it is on the outside it would seem, what do you think is down in those caves my friend?\""
},
{
"author": "Kirgajan",
"message": "*He looks down into the large revine below him, holding the torch down a bit to try and look further into it. He was very interested, but not foolish.* \"At least one thing that we want nothing to do with, and lets keep it that way.\" *He laughed a little bit looking over at Dole's illuminated face. He was trying to still stay quiet, as he was sure sound traveled like hell through here; the last thing he wanted was to let something know of their pressence.* \"So... Up?\""
},
{
"author": "countspookula1",
"message": "\"I believe it would be best for us to travel around the edge of the ravine, skirting the cliff, while also looking for any openings to follow on our level. If we don't find any we will probably have to descend into the depths and try to work our way through the cavern.\" *Dole sparks the other torch and hands it to Kirgajan. He then holds his torch out over the edge to see the ravine below to see if he could spot any immediate openings.*"
},
{
"author": "Kirgajan",
"message": "\"I pray that you are right, and climbing is kinda the point of this.\" *He said trying to keep the mood a little lighter. He walked forward and peered down into the cavern. He looked over at Dole reluctantly.* \"Another one? Getting real tired of going down when my goal is to go up.\""
},
{
"author": "countspookula1",
"message": "\"Not yet, let's finish scuttling across the edge here until we reach an end, if there's even a small cave through here we should try it first. Because once down in the ravine itself, it become much harder to navigate the complex caves and systems.\" *Dole says as he continues to skirt the edge of the ravine*"
},
{
"author": "Kirgajan",
"message": "*He nodds his head and carefully shimmys across the edge of the wall. His large hooves barely fit properly in order gor him to balance.* \"Things could get rather... Unfavorable for us. Be ready for anything.\" *He said as he continued to move slowly, his hands grabbing the walls tightly as to hold himself steady."
}
] | 96.5 | 1,651 |
240.75 | 2021-01-01 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Zed never considered Christmas to be special. After all, he was a master assassin. Despite his friendly and charismatic appearance, those who had figured out Zed's true character knew he was cold and calculating. Of course, all of them were dead, with the exception of Hitoshi. He still couldn't get over how the Salamander himself had been turned into a girl. 'Shetoshi' looked pretty nice.*\n\n*However, his eyes were set on a different girl this Christmas. Just a few months ago, he had kidnapped a former slave, Isabelle Shizuko. Soon after, he had found himself fallen for her. It was so long since he had experienced emotion again. For over 10 years, the assassin had been confident, cool and collected.*\n\n*And now he was a nervous wreck. His heartbeat accelerated every time he saw her face, which by now was quite often. He had to tear his eyes off her so she wouldn't catch him staring. Did she know? Did Isabelle know that her former captor, Zed Usan, loved her? He wasn't sure what she would think, so he had kept quite about it over the months they had been together.*\n\n*This Christmas, Zed had someone.*\n\n*The mountains were covered in fresh snow, glazing treetops with white. Wrapped somewhat warmly, Zed hiked up the mountain, attempting to reach the peak. It wasn't too high such that it would be dangerous, but high enough so that the view would be amazing.*\n\n\"Isabelle, are you alright? You seem to be lagging behind a little bit.\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "Ah, Christmas. Time when families stayed together, made great banquets and exchanged things with each other. But what Isabelle loved most at this time of year was the snow; White flakes that she always watched fall since she was just a little fairy. Despite her passion for this party, its owner never let her celebrate it, just watch it from afar, as she always did.\n\nIt had been months since she was captured by her kidnapper; Zed Usan. The man who gradually gained her trust, and strangely, her heart. But what could the man think? It was crazy to love someone who captured her. And it was a new experience for her, love; So sweet, but so scary. The fear of rejection or worse was one of the most difficult things for Isabelle.\n\nClimbing the mountain with Zed, the fairy was wrapped in a coat she had sewn, which covered even her exposed legs by her dress. But because of the large amount of clothes and the cold she felt, Isabelle ended up staying a little behind the Macen. Hearing the man's voice between the breeze and the snow, she looked up, her arms crossed for her to warm up.\n\n\"S-Sorry, Zed. I think that even with that much clothes, I'm still cold...\"\n\nThe fairy would then give a cute little sneeze."
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*The Macen turns around to look at the fae. Her lilac hair flowing, matching her beautiful eyes... Focus.*\n\n\"I'll carry you up, that way I can warm you up too.\"\n\n*Without warning, Zed walks over and scoops her up in a bridesmaid carry almost effortlessly. He would hold her close in order to warm her up, and boy was Zed warm. Not only was he accustomed to more extreme temperatures, but being this close to the girl he loved caused him to heat up. Fortunately, his naturally pale complexion hid any sign of blushing.*\n\n\"Come on, it'll be fun. Maybe we'll find some mistletoe!\"\n\n*And Zed begins to climb higher up the mountain, with Isabelle in his arms.*"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "Without any warning from Zed, Isabelle could feel her feet coming off the ground when she saw the man picking her up. Her big lilac eyes would look up sheepishly, admiring the Macen for a moment. Her cheeks would redden slightly when she felt Zed's warm body protect her from the cold. Isabelle's breathing would get a little hotter and faster as the man walked carrying her.\n\n\"A-A mistletoe?! Isn't that that plant-\"\n\nIsabelle, with her arms around Zed's neck, moved closer to him with the intention of warming up more... And hide the blush on her cheeks. \n\n*'Zed is so warm... And strong too. I wonder what he thinks of us being so close to each other- No, Isabelle, no. He doesn't think that way, Zed is just helping you.'* The fae would snuggle her face into Zed's chest, ashamed of her own thought."
}
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{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Yes, mistletoe is a plant. Anything special about it?\"\n\n*Zed knew what mistletoe was, he simply wanted to tease the Fae. She was so damn cute... Especially when she blushed and snuggled into his chest.*\n\n*Oh fuck.*\n\n*His thermal vision allowed him to see the heat radiating from the Fae. Despite her being cold, she had a far hotter thermal signature than expected. Plus, he swore he could see just a tinge of pink in her cheeks.*\n\n\"Wait, are you blushing?\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "Instead of answering the man, Isabelle continued to hide her head in his chest. Her hands closed around him holding his clothes as they walked. But then... Damn, did he notice? How did he know?\n\n\"N-No, I-I'm not... I'm just cold.\"\n\nShe continued snuggling up to Zed, her legs dangling slightly in the air. Oh my god, how could she have let that happen... Love is so complicated."
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Isabelle was __not__ cold. Not only was she right next to him, but her signature showed a large amount of heat. He wouldn't say anything though. He just needed to find that plant...*\n\n\"Oh, ok. Anyways, we're almost at the top.\"\n\n*A rabbit hops by, its brown fur now a snow white. The macen stops for it, considering shooting it. It would make for a good meal; however, rabbit was a little too lean for his tastes, and shooting the animal right in front of Isabelle might not be the best thing for her.*\n\n\"What do you want to eat when you get up there? It might be hard to start a fire in this weather.\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "\"Okay...\"\n\nIsabelle even looked like a baby sleeping on her father's lap, protected and cuddled in Zed's arms. Because it was still hidden and heating up in the man's chest, she did not see the fluffy rabbit that had passed them. Her lilac eyes glanced toward his face as soon as she heard him speak.\n\n\"Um, well... I don't know, I think whatever is possible I eat. I don't care what it is.\"\n\nShe finally looked up and smiled at him, her nose and cheeks were red."
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*The climb suddenly gets steeper, the snow loosening apart under Zed's feet. He won't be able to simply walk on it.*\n\n\"Isabelle, I'm going to need to put you on my shoulders. I need hands for this.\"\n\n*Lifting her in the air, Zed carefully placed the Fae on his shoulders, pulling her legs down to make sure she wouldn't fall off. He could feel her legs around his neck. Such a pleasant feeling.*\n\n*The air macen scrambled up the snowy slope, which is a long way up.*\n\n\"Hang on!\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "\"Oh? But-\"\n\nIsabelle would be put on Zed's shoulders, putting her hands in his hair to keep from falling, but not holding it hard enough to hurt. She would look down, causing her curls to fall on the man.\n\n\"Heh, h-high right?\"\n\nThe fae was not a fan of... Great heights, if you could call that. Maybe because she was short. Either way, she trusted Zed. He wouldn't let her fall... Right?\n\nShe curled up slightly in her clothes and in her coat, only her legs were exposed due to the cut of her dress. As soon as the cold hit her skin, she hugged the Macen with her legs and hands, part of her coat falling over her exposed skin."
}
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{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*The macen quickly ascended the steep slope, sending little to no snow down the mountain. It was hard to keep Isabelle upright, but it turned out to be doable. What really made it difficult was that the fae's legs were so close to him.*\n\n*And once he reached the top, he saw it. In an oak tree stripped bare of leaves, he saw a bright patch of green, with signature bright red berries.*\n\n*Mistletoe. A plant that latched itself to trees and other vegetation, with incredibly toxic berries. Who knew why it had such an important tradition? The macen pretends to not notice it, and walks directly under it, and stops, looking around.*"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "As soon as the two reached the top, Isabelle would see the tree and the small fruits hanging from it. It could only be the mistletoes! But... Should she warn Zed? If he hadn't seen it, which is a little impossible. With one hand, the fae pointed in the direction of the little plant.\n\n\"Hey, Zed! Isn't that the plant you were talking about?\"\n\nIsabelle spoke a little shyly, her legs dangling slightly in the air."
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Ah, so she noticed it. Zed looks up, not only at the mistletoe, but at the girl sitting on his shoulders. Gently, he picks her up, setting her before him. He would place his hands on her shoulders before taking in a deep breath.*\n\n\"Isabelle, when I first saw you, I had just seen opportunity. But as time went on, I just couldn't give you up to them. There's something inside you that-that I can't just ignore. Something that's been pulling at me for the entire time we've been together.\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "When Zed was put on the floor, the girl looked up at him curious about what was to come. But apparently what came was not exactly what was expected. It couldn't be, he wasn't confessing to her, right? Isabelle's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks turning slightly pink as she tried to find a side to look at. Zed could see that she was breathing a little faster on the spot, her lilac eyes averting from his for a few moments until they finally landed and looked deeply into his eyes.\n\n\"Z-Zed, I-I...\"\n\nThe words escaped the mind of Isabelle, a poor fairy who had never experienced a situation like this. She didn't have the courage to tell him what she felt, even though he just did it himself."
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*The fae was beautiful. All he could focus on was her, seeing Isabelle's lilac eyes staring into his dark blue ones. He could see her cheeks turn pink, her breath accelerating.*\n\n*Now's the time.*\n\n\"I love you, Isabelle.\"\n\n*His hands move to behind her head, and he brings her in for a kiss under the mistletoe. His heart is racing, pure joy surging through him as he finally felt the fae's lips he had wanted to feel for so long.*"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "*I love you.*\n\nThat sentence... Never said before to Isabelle, but so desired by her. Her eyes calmed with his words, as if peace had taken hold of her at that moment, until...\n\n*It feels so good...*\n\nIt was all she could think of, while she closed her eyes instinctively. Her body tensed for a second, giving a small step backwards, relaxing soon afterwards as she got used to it. Her delicate lips touched Zed's, her hands moving up to his cheek and chest. \n\nIt was her first kiss, stolen by the man. The feeling of satisfaction and happiness washed over her. It seems that she had finally discovered true love."
}
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111.75 | 2021-01-04 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*For a second, the macen panics. What if she denied him? What if she was taken aback by his actions?*\n\n*His worries soon faded away as he feels Isabelle's hands on his chest and cheek.*\n\n*Zed attempts to maintain the kiss as long as he can, only breaking away so that the two can breathe.*\n\n\"I want to be with you, Isabelle. For the rest of my life.\"\n\n*This was emotion. Something the cold-hearted killer hadn't felt since he was a child. Since, ever, really. Not just emotion: love. Something that no amount of money nor deed could do.*"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "After their long and satisfying kiss, Isabelle caught her breath quickly as soon as their lips parted. The hand that was on his cheek moving to the woman's mouth, her fingers lightly touching her own lips. She looked a little confused, but happy.\n\n\"Zed... I want to be by your side until my last breath... I-\" She looked into his eyes, blushing. \"I love you.\"\n\nThen a laugh would escape her with a happy expression on her face, snow gently falling on her hair. Until she stopped and looked at him again, now a little worried.\n\n\"H-Hey, Zed. D-Did I do it right? It was my first kiss...\""
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*\"I love you.\"*\n\n*That sentence was it. That was all he needed. Isabelle Shizuko loved him.*\n\n*A single tear of joy forms in the corner of the assassin's eye, quickly being wiped away.*\n\n\"Well, I'm not sure, so let's work on it.\"\n\n*And the macen brings her in again for a kiss, passionately bringing his lips to hers.*"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "Once again having a kiss taken from Zed, Isabelle stood on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around his neck. The fae accompanied him until the kiss ended, pausing to breathe for a moment.\n\n\"I-I think I like that... \"\n\nHer lilac hair flew gracefully with the icy breeze that blew over them, a happy expression on her face.\n\n\"But, wait... You brought me here for this... But where are we going to spend the night in this cold?\""
}
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{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Oh, I have that covered. Don't worry.\"\n\n*Zed jumps up, plucking the mistletoe off the tree. His hand gracefully travels down to Isabelle's gently grasping it and rubbing her hand. After some time walking, the Fae would see what looked like a massive snow cave. Next to it were two robes figures, who salute, then disappear.*\n\n*The cave's large enough to crawl through comfortably. Zed goes first, still holding the mistletoe and gesturing for Isabelle to follow him.*\n\n\"Come on! It's warm inside.\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "Isabelle would watch the man jump and grab the mistletoe, her head slightly tilting to the side. Having her hand rubbed by him, the fae would smile happily at him and follow him along the snowy path. At the sight of the cave, the woman would blink a few times before she continued walking. Amazingly, even a cave was better than the place she slept when she was still a slave.\n\nEntering the cave with Zed, she tried not to slip or be too slow, always staying close to the man and trying to carry her coat.\n\n\"What an interesting place... I have never visited a cave.\""
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*The snow cave turns out to be not what Isabelle expects. Inside, a flat floor of packed snow lays, with a large bedroll enough to comfortably fit two people. It's quite spacious inside, tall enough to sit enough with a good amount of headroom. Various supplies are inside, including the sack of pastries Zed had brought when the two had reunited after his job. It was also incredibly warm compared to the outside; a toasty 78 degrees (F, of course).*\n\n*In the corner, there's a small pine sapling that Zed's placed small trinkets on. The macen gets the mistletoe and attaches it to the ceiling, right above the bedroll.*\n\n\"So, how do you like it? I had some friends prepare it for us while we were climbing.\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "Entering the cave shortly after Zed, Isabelle would finally see the inside and be surprised with the view. It really wasn't what she expected. She slowly sit up and looked around, taking off her coat and setting it aside. \n\n\"Sometimes you impress me with your ability to think about everything.\"\n\nShe would sit next to her coat on the floor, a small smile curving her lips.\n\n\"I loved it. Thanks...\""
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"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Always prepared for the occasion. I planned this just for you.\"\n\n*Zed takes out some pastries from the bag, some sausage bread. The fluffy pastry encases a savory sausage, wrapped with crispy bacon and coated with garlic butter.*\n\n\"Can't start a fire here, otherwise we'll suffocate. But we can enjoy these.\"\n\n*Zed then pulls out a glass bottle filled with amber liquid. In the corner of the cave, Zed gathers some chunks of ice, putting them in a cube.*\n\n\"Have you ever had alcohol, Isabelle?\""
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{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "She smiled, a little shyly, and started folding her coat to use later as a blanket. However, the food that Zed would reveal would distract her a little, and she would end up just putting her coat aside. Either way, it wouldn't stay folded. \n\n\"Ohh, it looks delicious!\"\n\nShe looked excitedly at Zed and the food. The bottle would make her curious, soon explained by the man.\n\n\"Heh? I-I never tried. B-But everything has a first time, right?\""
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Well, this is, I think it's whiskey? Let me see... Ah, ale.\"\n\n*Getting two glass cups, Zed fills them with ice, then pouring the bronze liquid over the cold crystals. He hands a sausage bread to Isabelle, then takes a bite out of his own.*\n\n\"To a new year, and a new someone to be with.\"\n\n*Zed raises his glass, gesturing for Isabelle to do the same.*"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "Isabelle takes a sausage bread and takes a bite, chewing happily. With the other hand, the fae raises her glass in the air, gently touching Zed's.\n\n\"And mainly, to a new life.\"\n\nIsabelle took a brief sip from her glass, tasting the new drink on her lips. Eek. It was... Different, and strong. She looked at Zed, with a slightly funny expression.\n\n\"Heh.\""
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"author": "Zed",
"message": "*What a wonderful way to spend Christmas. Food, alcohol, and romance. And intimacy. He wondered how some other people would spend theirs. Thinking back, he remembered when he first saw Isabelle. And those two. Katherine and Aleksander. He wondered how they were doing, though not for very long. His attention soon came back to the beautiful fae in front of him.*\n\n*The macen takes a slightly longer sip from his own glass, feeling the cold liquor travel down his throat. Having had a decent amount of alcohol in the past, Zed wasn't immediately affected. However, that didn't mean he could go heavy either. It seems like it's strong, as Isabelle's expression changes.*\n\n\"So, do you know why I brought the mistletoe?\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "Isabelle took another sip of her drink, trying to get a little used to the new one she was experiencing. She would be a little distracted, perhaps because of the effect that alcohol would already have on her. Poor thing, she never drank, maybe the fae was too weak for that kind of thing. Soon her distraction would be overtaken by Zed, and her eyes would rest on him.\n\n\"Huh?\"\n\nShe quickly looked at the mistletoe, or rather, looked for it. As soon as she finally found it, she blinked a few times to see exactly where it was. *Above the bedroll?!*\n\n\"Uhm. To kiss more?\""
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*It looks like Isabelle was already drunk. This was perfect. He wasn't taking advantage of her; that wouldn't be right. Alcohol simply revealed one's true desires, and he knew that she desired him.*\n\n\"Right on the dot.\"\n\n*Zed wraps a hand around Isabelle's neck, bringing her in for a kiss. She smelled just a little like alcohol, and tasted a little like it too.*\n\n\"We're going to be doing that quite a bit tonight.\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "With the slight dizziness caused by the alcohol, Isabelle relaxed as she kissed Zed, her arms wrapped around his neck. One of her hands would run through his hair, squeezing gently.\n\n\"Huh? I like it so much when you kiss me...\" She smiled happily, a little dizzy. \"You know what, Zed? I always liked it when we slept next to each other...\""
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"author": "Zed",
"message": "*The macen finishes his alcohol, setting the glass aside. Gently, he would push Isabelle onto the bedroll, now on top of her.*\n\n\"Oh? I guess you'll really like this night then.\"\n\n*Zed moves towards Isabelle's neck, kissing it and leaving marks. She was his. All his.*"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "Falling onto the bedroll, Isabelle blinked a few times, dizzy and confused. But soon the fae's attention would turn to her neck, her hands running through the macen's hair once again, holding them with a firm grip.\n\n\"Zed~\" \n\n*'It tickles.'* She thought, a small hidden smile appearing on her lips. Incredibly, she was not afraid or hesitating about what was going to happen that night. Perhaps alcohol was helping her with this, but even so, she felt at peace and loved.\n\n\"H-Hey, Zed. I, uhm, never had a boyfriend, you know...\"\n\nIsabelle searched for words to be able to say that she didn't know exactly what was going to happen, but unfortunately, she was ashamed to say."
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Well, I don't think you'll need another one. I'll be all you need.\"\n\n*Zed kisses her yet again, feeling her soft lips on his own. His hand reaches behind her, gently grabbing her long, silky hair. Soon, the Fae would feel his fingertips drag along her body, going lower, lower, lower...*\n\n*It's safe to say that the two had an excellent time.*"
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"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "```Fade to black.```"
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"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "In the morning, the sun's rays would slightly invade the interior of the cave through its entrance, showing the arrival of a new day. Isabelle would be lying, embraced by her new love, Zed. Needless to say, the place was messy, as was the fae's wavy hair. With a little yawn and a few murmurs from her, her eyes would finally open, slowly as they got used to the light.\n\n\"Huh?~\"\n\nIsabelle would put her eyes on her belly, seeing the macen's arm around her, she would have a slight smile on her lips curving happily. Carefully she turned so she could face him, and one of her hands gently rubbed his cheek.\n\n\"Zed~ Wake up... It's already morning...\"\n\nShe would pull the cover a little more for her, covering herself better from the cold. And then she would close her eyes, waiting for him to wake up."
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*As the sunlight pierced the darkness of the cave, the Macen would awaken. Instead of getting up, he would simply lie there, feeling Isabelle in his arms.*\n\n*The night was... Amazing, to say the least, which really was an understatement. This was the best day in his life; he finally had someone. Oh, and sleeping together too.*\n\n\"Just a little longer.\"\n\n*Zed turns to see his lover, her lilac eyes shining with the new dawn. He brushes aside a stray strand of hair back behind her ear, letting his fingers barely touch her cheek.*\n\n\"You are so beautiful.\""
},
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"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "Zed could feel the soft skin on Isabelle's cheek go slightly warm and be painted a very faint shade of red. Her hand would gently slide up to his neck, and pull her up to hug him tight.\n\n\"Hey, Zed... Thanks for everything.\" The fae smiled gently, still a little tired, and kissed the macen's lips. After that, she would whisper to him. \"Did I do everything right?~\"\n\nIsabelle then stood up slightly, holding the blanket that hid her skin in one hand. She stood there for a brief moment, watching Zed."
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"author": "Zed",
"message": "*The Macen would watch as his girlfriend dressed herself. He wanted to stop her, but let the Fae put on her clothes.*\n\n\"I guess you really are my girlfriend, huh?\"\n\n*Free. She was free. A former slave, her shackles were now broken. They could do whatever they wanted. But would she find out? About his past life, or maybe even double life? About the Salamanders, the killing, the darkness.*\n\n*No, he couldn't. He wouldn't let such an innocent light be tainted by his darkness.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*The setting takes place in a remote area far beyond the outreaches of society, on a small area of wild, undisturbed land. The three of you - Harley, Ikari, and Lucien - were able to, some way or another, secure a job opportunity here. The job in question seemed rather dangerous, seeing that there was little known information about the actual details. All it prompted of the three of you were to investigate the area, claiming that a select few passerby found disturbing materials around the place.*\n\n*Multiple animal corpses were found around the area, all of which were apparently killed in the same way: their bodies were split straight through the center, seemingly cut open with a knife, while their heads were savagely removed, leaving nothing behind but the stubs of their necks. They were littered throughout the place, drawing the attention of numerous hunters who subsequently reported them to the police.*\n\n*Though the job itself would ask you for a simple investigation/observation of the area, it would be wise to expect some sort of combat. It was obvious that something was lurking within the woods, something with the malicious intent to harm; you just didn't know what it was, where it was, and when it could strike.*\n\n*You all are already grouped up on the outskirts of a forest. It is beginning to fall dark, with the evening sky retreating in favor of the jet-black night. The lighting was still present, however; it was just rather low.*"
},
{
"author": "heller",
"message": "*The journey was rough! The very enchanting witch was making her way to the camp sight. She would have a single finger up lighting her way before making it to the outskirts of the forest to meet up with the others. She was tired and wanted rest more than anything. Normally she would have a staff with her but today she thought it would be best to go on without it. Curious, she would KD thought that she should of used her knight to carry her all the way. Rest assured she would make sure to eat plenty and rest plenty for the next day* \n\n\"H-hello.\" She said with a shy voice that would sound rather enchanting. She had a natural eye sight to the darkness but preferred to always practice her magic regardless. Along the way she would have spotted multiple animal corpses, knowing her limitations it was best for her to stay in the back line of a fight. \"I heard there was an easy-ish going job here. I myself am looking to prove myself more as a mage.\" She would look again, to see only one person would of actually showed up and that more were on the way. Curiously enough she would decide to wait keeping her guard up for now.* \n\n*The witch would be wearing a single crimson robe that was revealing in some parts. It did looked to be reinforced like some magic was hiding the true armor and making it look \"Layered\" She would have a traditional witch hat just to go with her outfit. Her eyes shone red like a crimson crystal and she would have a sly smile on her face.*"
},
{
"author": "reluc",
"message": "The crimson skinned demon stood aside her horse, with their massive blade currently resting against the ground, and their arms wrapped around the hilt, supporting themselves on it casually. The oni's singular eye glanced over towards the newly arrived drow, boring a hole into her with it's slitted pupil and yellowed tint. She'd sigh, formulating her thoughts for a moment before speaking, *'The girl looks the type to snap a heel and cry. At least Lucien's reliable.'*. \n\nShe'd then speak, \"I hope your magic isn't going to be attempting to seduce or dance whatever the hell's in that forest to death. Mage doesn't narrow it down a whole lot. Specifics, what do you do?\" The demon's tone was blunter than most actual bludgeons and carried an air of casual confidence about it. She clearly wasn't one to care much for politeness or even the slightest hint of formality.\n\nThe oni wore a long red jacket, the shoulders bulging slightly from the pauldrons beneath, with gauntlets hiding some of the sleeves of the jacket. Being as she was currently mostly facing away from the newcomer, aside about half of her head and back turned to look over at her, not much was seen of her torso or legs behind the slight glint of steel where her boots were, and the edge of the thick dark gambeson under her jacket from the just barely visible bit of her jacket ending. From what you could currently see, the majority of the oni's head and face were obscured by a shaggy white mess of unkempt long hair.\n\n\"In case you didn't get what I do. I hit things with a really big sword and I'm good at getting hit back. The other guy we're waiting on, he had to stop for something in town— He's the strong, agile type. Also a big sword.\" She'd shortly tack on after questioning the drow."
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"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "Speak of the devil, the mentioned man made his appearance. Sound steps of boots crushing the dirt below grew louder and louder, until the third party member was in their vicinity. An elf, barely shorter than the oni, approached the two. His expression was grim, all hints of his apparel hidden by the lengthy grey cloak wrapped around his body. A ray of moonlight cast its light over his face, revealing flawless skin and gleaming brown eyes. The breeze carried his messy black hair astray in wave-like motions. The witch could sense an aura sprawling from his being, if her person was sensitive to energy flows. A nocturnal coating force engulfed the man, faintly so.\n\nThe elf faced the stranger and gracefully bowed his head. \"Lucien.\" A laconic soft growl clarified. Lucien gave the mage an up and down, inspecting her equipment and apparel. For a moment he gazed her revealing parts, raising a brow perplexedly. He then turned to Ikari and offered a nod. When it came to the red oni's safety, the swordsman found himself unable to harm. Such was the case that he would not be facing her, however - finally he could have the chance to meet an enemy, to not hold back.\n\nEmotions that he couldn't keep at bay incited him. The shine of the crescent moon revealed an odd occurrence. Lucien's eyes burned a tint of black momentarily. The shift was undone soon after - leaving behind only a crooked smile on his face. *\"Whoever caused this is either in this forest, or has left behind tracks which can lead us to their location. We were employed to investigate the issue and find its core. However, take heed, I'm not stopping there. I'm dealing with... **Every last one of them**. If there is anything you'd like to announce, do it now. I hate pausing once I get myself going.\"*\n\nAn intense current bent the edges of his cloak upwards, the tip of a sheathed blade protruding from beneath. Its scabbard was as dark as his intentions, its shape curved like his smirk. The elf observed them, listening carefully."
},
{
"author": "reluc",
"message": "The apparent devil looked over at who she'd seemingly summoned. Her hair moved somewhat with the wind, revealing a hint of the black eye patch and the disgusting mess of burnt and melted flesh beneath it, the motion coming as she twisted her body and swung her head over to catch his nod, something she immediately returned. Her expression was blank for the most part, with the slightest hint of worry as she noticed his overly serious and worked up demeanor. \n\n\"Ease up over there. Also, lesson time- Take your bet on what this most likely is, Cult, creature, or wildcard.\" She'd call over to Lucien, her eye narrowing somewhat, \"You need to be able to predict these things on your own when you start taking jobs without me around. Makes it a lot easier to figure out what you're up against before you even meet it.\" Her voice lowered as she continued on, a hint of an edge to it, as her eye caught the hint of blackness in his eyes. \"And to be able to control *Yourself.*\"\n\n\"Ikari, by the way.\" She'd state, quickly flicking her head back over to her, her tone still uninterested."
},
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"author": "heller",
"message": "*The witch would then bow her head to her, just to be polite. She would open her mouth to speak, her voice always letting out a lovely enchanting sound from it. \"I am an elemental mage, I can do basic spells. Recently I started to take on jobs to improve myself.\" Each word she said had the confidence to back herself up.* \n\nHer own eyes would watch the massive Oni women up and down, she was impressed to say none the least. However, she would stare at the Oni's singular eye for a moment. *With a single eye it looks like she lacks depth perception how in the world does she do it?* She wouldn't dwell on the thought much longer, trying not to upset the women for she did look like the more hulk-ish hot headed type. \"W-well, to add to my magic as well I can summon a knight but that is mostly for me if I need an escort. He's been very reliable in my life. So incase we need another body I can provide that.\" She said while clasping her hands together with a cheerful smile on her face. \n\nFor now she was waiting for the mentioned man, but her ear would flicker to the sound of boots crushing the dirt below. She would look back and look the man up and down. She was impressed! Seeing as she had two adventurers who knew what they were doing it would be best for her to follow their lead. For now her introduction was needed. \"My name is Harley.\" She said with an even more formal bow this time to the both of them. \"I have no complaints or gripes as to the mission we are taking. I just wish to do my best in the endeavor we are about to embark on.\""
},
{
"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "Lucien acknowledged the witch's introduction and comment. *\"I see. In that case, let us begin.\"* He started walking deeper into the forest. A swift halt followed, as his teacher began explaining concepts of preparation. The elf turned, stern gaze drawn on his face. He didn't react to any of her statements, simply taking notice of her tutoring. Once she finished, he replied. *\"I haven't lost control.\"* He said dispassionately. *\"A person taught me something new and I've decided to experiment.\"* A laconic response, yet it was all he offered regarding his more violent approach.\n\nThe darker it got, the the more prominent his aura became. In its darkest state, the night reflected his black coating, a newly formed purple tint complementing it. He spread an odor, its flavor a sweet lavender. It was unique... Even addictive. A few breaths of it enchanted others, relaxing and mesmerizing them. Completely contrasting his charming attribute, the air about him was always frigid and grave. Perhaps it had some connection with his mysterious powers?\n\n*\"I'm already aware what kind of people they are.\"* Lucien declared, his voice rather silent. *\"**Dead.** If they try us, that is. We want to capture them alive, naturally - we might even get better pay if we do so. I'll do my best to hold back if they surrender. If they attack us, however...\"* His eyes remained locked with Ikari's as he remained silent, for the best completion of his sentence was the lack thereof. The swordsman spun, continuing what he had started. *\"That is all that interests me.\"*"
},
{
"author": "reluc",
"message": "Ikari stared over at the elf and did not take his cocky demeanor well to say the least, \"Don't know who you've been talking too, but talking like that's a sound way to get your teeth kicked in. Cut the shit and return to all of us mortals down here you knife eared blood sucker.\" Her tone was very much stern, as her glare burned a hole through. It wasn't this common for her to be nearly this rough on her, but the oni despised arrogance above all else.\n\n\"You sound like the things that butchered *Him.* Get a hold of yourself and don't make me regret taking you along because you decided to have a power trip.\" She'd shortly add on, interrupting whatever he intended to reply with, with little regard. Frustration was evident in her demeanor to say the least, and the edge and venom on that sentence made her stance more than evident.\n\nShe'd turn her back to him as she heaved the monstrously large and hefty blade over her shoulder, the large crescent tipped catching a gleam of moonlight as she did so. She'd roll her shoulders, taking a deep breath as she quickly mentally prepared herself for whatever they might find in the looming oaks before them.\n\n\"You don't know anything about what's in those woods. Don't act like you're some kind of cocky badass on your first real job. Now, is everyone prepared to actually get to work?\" She'd ask, casting her gaze back, quickly glancing between the elven duo."
},
{
"author": "heller",
"message": "*Harley was a bit confused, her eyes glowed a light hue to them. It was very curious to inspect the new man. His aura seemed so hard to understand. She would put her hands on her chin and continue to eye him. It was rather obvious she was looking him up and down. She wanted to inspect him further but felt it would be rude if she did. So she would stop staring. The thought would be etched into the back of her brain. *\n\nAll she would do is follow them, she would have a slight glow to her hands as well to make sure she was ready to quick cast a spell in case anything went wrong. Overing that he wanted the enemys alive she decided to chime in. \"Oh! I have frost traps if that will work. Once we incapacitate them I can put the frost trap down and capture them that way it will be easier to move them back\" \n\nHearing the Oni speak yet again, it would startle Harley. She would Jump and her hat would lift off her head a bit before grabbing it and putting it back on. Like a cartoon she laughed some. \"Whoops! I do apologize if my demeanor was unprofessional to you.\" She said with hesitant wording. She did not know if she was over pushing it, but for now she just decided to go along with it. \"Oh! I am a back line mage, should I go ahead and summon my knight?\""
},
{
"author": "reluc",
"message": "The oni quickly turned her eye over to the drow, \"I'm talking to Lucien. Not you. You're doing fine.\" She'd state, not wanting the contents of her berating to be misconstrued. Surprisingly, there was legitimate sincerity and concern in her voice; she was legitimately apologetic. Perhaps there was more to the forward, and seemingly aggressive, and blunt oni then there seemed. She'd reply to the drow's question,\"Yea. Go ahead and summon. No reason not too, and it'd be slow for you to do mid-fight.\""
},
{
"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "Lucien paused as the Ikari interrupted him. While she berated him , the elf kept peering the road ahead. Once she reached her finale, the dark man turned. Most of his grimace remained obscure, his face but a dark silhouette. His eyes looked into her general direction, their shine contrasting the shade that encircled him. *\"I thought you heard me the first time. That is all that interests me. Don't start worrying about my safety now, knowing well enough that I won't die before settling the score.\"*\n\nThe unknown aura remained as strong, its user moving his gaze towards the witch. He studied her body again, noticing her growing curiosity. A smirk, charming and sinister at the same time, revealed mutual interest. After that short delay, he spun towards the road again. *\"Now, if you wish to continue arguing with me, we might as well just cancel this job and apologize to the employers. We're here for a reason. Despite my new talents, I am far from a clairvoyant. I can't tell what type of enemy I will meet, so I'll simply move forward. Are you coming or staying behind?\"* Lucien looked at her over his shoulder, frown apparent on his face. His eyes, burning black in that moment of annoyance, were set on the brute.\n\nThe elf sighed and paused, absorbing the night's sky mindfully. He awaited the mage's summon before advancing."
},
{
"author": "heller",
"message": "\"Right away!\" She said as she began to mutter to herself. Her eyes were closed and she was forming runes around her with her magic. As she began to chant her eyes became completely red as lighting would exit the sides of her eyes. Not long then, she would clasp her hands together and get into a stance shooting the ground with lighting before she would make another gesture. \n\nFrom the ground a single translucent circle would appear as a single knight would slowly arise from the ground. His armor with have the symbol of a rose stating that he belonged to Harley, and his main gear would consist of a Longsword and mace shield. He would be kneeling on the ground as the rest of him started to transmuteate out of thin air. Not long now, Harley would still be shocking him with her lighting finishing the rest of her summon. She would be taking a deep breath and her legs would feel shaken. \"T-there! Now we have a forth member!\" The knight would raise and then flick his sword out wielding it infront of him before proceeding to be by harleys side."
},
{
"author": "reluc",
"message": "Ikari simply gritted her teeth and continued moving forward, ignoring his comment as she went ahead and strolled into the woods. The elf was met with the demon's shoulder as she passed by him as she shoved past. Her glare met his for a moment as she did so, her eye locking with his. Only he would hear the muttered words that came next, \"If you don't cut it, you'll end up no better than what you're hunting for. I don't want to be the one who has to cut you down when you fall that far. Please don't make me.\" Her tone was stern, and somewhat hard to make out due to how quiet she was, however it was backed by legitimate empathy and concern. Her glare softened as she gazed into him, the hint of a pleading expression on her face. She hated to see him like this, and much preferred the far softer elf boy she'd saved at that graveyard oh so long ago.\n\nHowever, the moment was shortly over, and the demon nearly out of sight as she continued moving along, trudging into the treeline of the forest and her form being somewhat difficult to make out due to the long shadows cast from the trees, and the limited light the moonlit sky provided.\n\n\"Come on. Let's get this over with.\" She'd call back, waiting a moment for the others to catch up, examining her surroundings as she did so."
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{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Upon entering the forest, there'd be nothing too abnormal upon first entry. Unlike the reports that were used to brief you, the forest itself seemed to be rather serene... Yet, on the flipside, it was eerily quiet. As night fell, the fauna of the area would've definitely begun to make their presence known. Yet this monotonous silence of the night continued for minutes as you explored, not changing in the slightest except for the crunching of leaves and the sound of rocks being tread upon.*\n\n*As the three of them kept journeying through the woods, however, they would be able to catch the putrid scent of a rotting corpse on the wind. It was mixed in with the odious smell of feces and piss, along with the natural earthy aroma of dirt and leaves. Even the summon wasn't spared by its grotesque scent.*\n\n*Lucien, due to his enhanced vision, would be able to see something far ahead. Hidden behind the dark oak trees, the elf would be able to make out the shifting black of mass about 240 meters ahead. Because of the various obstructions in the way, however, he wouldn't be able to get a clear picture of... Whatever it was.*"
},
{
"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "Lucien sighed in response to Ikari's comment. He remained unimpressed by the threat she whispered after crashing into him. He opened his mouth in preparation of his comeback, yet paused midway through. His eyes opened wide once he spotted her concerned expression. The elf decided to seal his lips shut and let her be.\n\nThe mysterious black and violet aura scattered once the group entered the forest. Lucien placed his grey coif on, shrouding his chaotic hair and gleaming eyes. His companions could notice the reduced noise of his steps in comparison to theirs. His dark garments allowed for him to slip into the shadows effortlessly. If a measure was necessary, he was about twice as hard to see and hear than they were. The stealthy elf led the rest with his farsighted qualities.\n\nHe stopped. The swordsman raised his chin and began sniffing the air attentively. A repulsive scent, one that he'd expect to encounter in a graveyard rather than a forest, crushed his sense of smell. A while was necessary for him to adapt, the stench fetid and obnoxious. Once he regained his composure, Lucien started investigating their surroundings for anything suspicious. He managed to detect a shape quite far away from them.\n\nLucien's sheathed blade slithered out of the cloak and froze after being lifted horizontally. Its position blocked the others in their step, the curved sword proving to be nearly as long as its user's height. He squinted in his best effort to discern the frame's nature and actions, yet even his hawk-like stare had its limits. He rose two fingers of his free hand, gesturing for them to follow him. The elf began closing the distance between the party and the target while focusing on finding a position taller than their current. From a higher point his eyes could perhaps make out the details, he thought.\n\n*\"Something, about five minutes a walk from here. I'll try getting a better view of it.\"* Lucien whispered loud enough for only those nearby to hear. He would occasionally check their vicinity lest they get ambushed while distracted. *\"The forest is too quiet, it might be a trap. Do any of you have what to throw at it once we get in range? To test traps, sneak out enemies?\"*"
},
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"author": "heller",
"message": "Harleys knight stood at the ready infront of her. She always wished she could make him a lot taller so she could get a free piggyback ride without needing to actually walk or do anything. While noticing the elf would of ventured off in the darkness, her own night vision would be able to see him perfectly fine. She would of tilted her head wondering what exactly did he sense. Interested she would think about motion to him, but instead her eyes flickered to listen to him. \n\nFrom the message he had said, it looked as if he needed something to test out the trap, perhaps a fireball? Maybe even a lighting strike? She wasn't exactly sure of which spell would be nessacary to use to bait out a trap. She did have her own means of placing traps but that would require a simple set up procedure. \"Maybe I can help.\" She said with a more determined look on her face."
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{
"author": "reluc",
"message": "Ikari caught a whiff of the scent, nose scrunching up in response as she held back a gag. Before focusing in, keeping her eyes on the elf ahead of her as he spotted more than likely whatever it was. She'd then look back over towards the elf woman behind her before speaking, \"Preferably fire, and be careful not to hit Lucien up there.\" Her tone was calm and controlled, and lacking in any hostility, although still firm, and quiet as a whisper to hopefully prevent anyone but the two picking up on the conversation.\n\nShe'd then look over back at Lucien, \"Can you point about where it is? She can send fire or something that way and that'll illuminate the area, which should be enough to figure out what we're dealing with and set off any traps.\" Her voice continued to be calm and a whisper. She herself remained ready as well, looking around for anything unusual in the meantime, in case anything else occurred."
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"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "Lucien pointed his weapon towards the target's direction, yet clicked his tongue in response to their suggestion. *\"Shooting from here is out of the question. It's simply too far away.\"* The elf paused for a few moments, his gaze jumping from leaf to stone while he thought of a plan. He took into account what they had said, yet fully formed schemes were yet to form. Irritation came to him when no idea plausible enough came to his mind. He clenched his fist, the leather glove's squeeze loud enough for both to hear. Quickly, he remembered - he didn't come to give up immediately. A deep breath brought back his wandering attention, allowing him to be creative.\n\nA sudden realization. The elf turned towards the witch and spoke hastily. *\"Can you communicate with your summon while you're away from it? Perhaps somehow knowing its location and what it does without seeing or hearing it?\"*"
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"author": "heller",
"message": "Harley would then pounder on the thought of what he said. Not shooting from here? Damn! She was very sad at the idea, she was hoping to be useful with that idea. No matter the fact she decided to play alittle bit more back stepping behind her knight again for confront. She would only then realize lucian was talking to her, her ears flickered in his direction to listen in. Being able to communicate with her summon when she was away from it? Why she could pull that off easy! \n\nOnce she had heard what he had to say, she would nod and motion her hand forward. Her summon would March its way to him and stand under earth his tree waiting for him to order it around. She was smiling and had a single drop of sweat fall down her face as she was in complete concentration. Her eyes were glowing and she was focusing on just her summon at the moment."
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"author": "shpeekrebs",
"message": "*\"Good. Here's the plan. That thing might be a trap, it might not. We'll set up a trick of our own. Ikari and your knight continue forward from here, they do so in a minute from when we leave. Me and you circle around. I'm silent, so I can afford to do that. You, on the other hand, are needed by my side to shoot magic once I say so. If your knight and you can communicate, we'll be in link with them at all times. The idea is for us to be nearby and ready to shoot while they continue forth, acting like bait to pull out the enemy. If all else fails, we need to regroup the first moment possible to protect each other.\"* Lucien explained his strategy.\n\nHe paused for a moment and launched a gaze towards the object in the distance, in case it moved. The swordsman then turned towards Ikari and then the dark elf. *\"Questions or objections?\"*"
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"author": "reluc",
"message": "The demon shook her head, shaggy mane of silver hair waving as she did so before whispering in response to the elf's question, \"No, that's sound. What about you?\" She'd turn her head, looking over at the dark elf as she waited for any potential objections from her.\n\nThe oni straightened slightly, stretching her shoulders with a light sigh as she prepared herself to probably walk face first into either something or someone's attack. She also used the opportunity to continue to keep an eye out for anything potentially approaching, or if there was anything to pick out amongst the eerie dead silence of the forest of note."
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"author": "heller",
"message": "Harley only simple nodded. \"I'm in agreement with this suggestion!\" She sounded optimistic about the suggestion. \"It will take me some time but I can summon another knight later just it will take a lot longer. Just say the word and I will send my knight forward. If we can save him from the trap we will be in a better state then we are now.\""
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"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "Lucien agreed with a nod and smiled back to the dark elf. *\"Indeed.\"* The man then pointed his sheathed weapon towards the direction of the cause. *\"It's that way, Ik.\"* He turned towards the oni after explaining and placed a hand on her shoulder, his gentle gaze attending her facial scars. *\"Don't worry when I talk like that. You know what hides inside me. I'll let it all out, but only when the time is right.\"* He caressed her arm to hopefully encourage her and grinned, as genuinely as he only could with her. *\"I won't be reckless, okay?\"* The hooded one tapped her pauldron twice and spun.\n\nHe looked at the semi-naked elf and slipped past her. His odachi no longer hid under the cloak and was now properly held out by the swordsman. His gaze turned stern, focused. *\"One minute and you go down where I showed you with the knight. Me and the mage go this way. Come on, no time to waste.\"* He instructed the wizard. If she followed, they would start circumventing the main road ahead. The man would be silent in his step, preferring to remain next to trees and blend in their shadows. His eyes had no rest, absorbing as much as they could from their surroundings to prevent an ambush.\n\nThe strategy was simple. Cover two roads, create a diversion. Should the mage be in trouble, he could protect her - or so he believed. For the other two he had no doubt, as they were both sturdy warriors. The lurking duo would try to pause about a 100 meters away of the object's side, in a potentially taller place with good coverage - so that they could remain camouflaged yet have a clean view of the rest of their party. Somewhere along the way Lucien would ask Harley to check her knight. Despite tactically doing so to keep in touch with his allies, on a deeper level he was worried about Ikari."
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"author": "reluc",
"message": "She'd give Lucien an affirmative nod, and her free arm shortly wrapped around his back, giving him a tight and brief squeeze of a hug. Her voice still a whisper she leaned close, \"Good. You're doing better, and that's a promise you better keep.\" She gave him a quick and surprisingly warm flash of a smile as she gave him a quick pat on the back before letting go.\n\nShe then quickly turned away, rolling her shoulders as she awaited the minute to pass as the other two moved through the woods. Her only company was the summon, but that was fine. She began to stroll towards the area that was pointed out to her by Lucien earlier, assumably with the summon. The area being the one with the supposed dark mass. Notably, she'd be keeping an eye and ear out as she did so for any movement. She kept her both her hands on the grip of her monstrous blade, which was currently levied over her shoulder, prepared to swing at anything if necessary."
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"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*The four of them, including Ikari's Knight, would begin to creep their way towards the mass. Lucien would be able to stay silent as he took his own unique path towards the thing, Harley tagging along with little difficulty. As they slowly made their way towards it, the staunch scent from earlier would only get stronger. You could feel your stomachs begin to churn, forcing those with a weak constitution to feel rather nauseous. Zeroing in on the thing's location, the three of you would be able to take notice of a deep crunching sound coming roughly from the area where the black mass was situated. However, it was unlike the crunching heard from the Knight as he stepped upon leaves and branches; this sound had a much deeper quality as if it were a log. The party would also be able to take note of the sound of strained breathing coming from the same place.*\n\n*Lucien and Harley, coming within 20 meters of it, would be able to see the true identity of the mass. Hulking over some poor hunter's corpse, it was an amalgamation of bones, animal carcasses, and dirt. There were patches of missing flesh marked scattered all across its body, flies swarming at the openings. It was akin to a bear, yet at the same time had features that differentiated it from one. A single wing of some large bird sprouting from it's underbelly; a moose head jutting out from it's right side, hanging low, as it was dead; The front right leg being completely removed, replaced with some sort of paw from a dog. The head of the creature itself wasn't even that of a bear - it wasn't anything at all, really. Where a head should have been was naught but a stub at the end of a neck. That wasn't to say, though, that the creature lacked eyes and a mouth. Directly below the stub were 3 large eyes, the size of teacups, arranged above a vertically-running mouth in a rough triangular formation. The size of its maw was, to say the least, gargantuan; it was about 1.8 meters long itself.*\n\n*In every sense of the word, it was an abomination.*\n\n*As Ikari approached with her knight, the knight, whose armor would prove to be a burden stealth-wise, made a noise. The beast continued to gorge upon its prey, yet Lucien and Harley would be able see the moose head on the side snap up. It gazed towards the direction of the noise; although it was blind, its sense of hearing was unmatched. Any further noise could cause it to alert the abomination as a whole, yet Ikari could not take note of this fact for she was simply positioned badly relative to Lucien and Harley.*"
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"author": "heller",
"message": "*Harley with a weak constitution was starting to feel Nauseous.* She held her stomach and was trying to keep some vomit down. Otherwise she would alert the monster. Thankfully, she was able to keep it down lifting her hand up and making her knight stomp in place. She needed to be careful as well knowing the armor was making a noise, nor could she alert Ikari that they needed to stop. She was holding her stomach and motioned for her knight to try and stop Ikari. \n\nHer summon would stop and then turn its attention to ikari to stop her. It's armor would let out a soft clang. Harleys eyes would then shut and make an \"Oooo...\" Face knowing that she had probably alerted the monster. Her eyes would glow a crimson color. She had hoped that it would be enough to alert her!"
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"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "Lucien's eyes widened upon seeing the abomination, having a better view than the rest due to his enhanced sight. He was shocked at the monster's abhorrent constitution. After a moment of awareness, that what he faced was not imaginary, he sighed. Quickly he lost hope of relying on his partner - she barely held herself from painting his cloak in her last meal's colors. He frowned while inspecting the monster meticulously. They knew the origin of all the killed horses. In theory, their job here was finished. The sight of the horse's body being munched on, however, inspired murderous intent in the sharp-eared folk. At first the elf began devising a new plan, a way to tackle the beast. That was, until the knight's unintentional blunder.\n\nThe swordsman realized what that meant - that Ikari was now in trouble. After peering through the bush they were behind, he noticed that they continued moving forth - even with the beast munching on a massive body like it was stew just a few steps away. That meant one thing - they weren't conscious of the threat ahead. The creature raised its moose head in reaction to the sound, which confirmed his theory. *\"Ah, ironic.\"* He muttered quietly. His eyes began burning dark, adopting the purple tint that his aura deployed. From underneath his cloak he tossed the sheathe, weapon not in it. The scabbard landed on the dark elf's chest, Lucien doing so to bring her attention back to the situation at hand. *\"Come on, show me you're not only good for looking at.\"*\n\nThe elf darted. He ran towards his allies, doing so in a rather circumventing way to avoid direct clashes with the beast. His long curved blade protruded through the cloak, shining in the crescent moon's reflection. The gleam promptly shrieked, as a black and violet aura engulfed the weapon. A infernal tornado spun around the steel. Lucien swung it out, swiftly so, and grunted quietly. The weapon trailed the mysterious force that enveloped it, leaving behind a stream of energy in the shape of the cleave. A moment later the floating curve clapped, launching itself towards the beast's moose neck, the one that was extended. The energy roared, dark purple flames craving to pierce deep into the monster's body.\n\nLucien continued sprinting towards Ikari and the knight, hoping that his attack would have announced the encounter of an enemy. He could have stayed behind, hidden behind a tree - yet he feared that the creature would charge them and put Harley in danger. Therefore, he took the risk of injury upon himself - blindly rushing at his allies in hopes of being fast enough.\n\n``` Infernal Afterimage (Air Blade) used: -15 mana. Regenerated: +5 mana. Total remaining: 60/70 mana ```"
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"author": "reluc",
"message": "Ikari took note of the smell, simply gritting her teeth in response, continuing to walk forward. The smell of rot and death were not things she was unfamiliar with, although far from comforting to her. A small part of the back of her mind threatened to remind her of *Just where* She remembered that smell from, but she suppressed it for the time being. \n\nThe demon first turned to the Harley's knight aside from her, which suddenly stomped, cracking a wide variety of twigs, leaves and generally being loud due to the boot clashing against the ground below. She stared at it incredulously for a moment, jaw agape at the horrifically stupid blunder. Her annoyance grew as in the next instance she twisted her head back to catch Lucien's movement, spotting him charging towards what she now saw as she moved forward- The abomination.\n\nThe oni knew she had little time to act and so quickly pivoted, twisting her body to properly face the beast as she harnessed that annoyance from earlier, and the underlying suppressed pain the smell conjured into her mind. Red lightning danced across the edge of her monstrous crescent tipped blade as she quickly propelled the weapon into a diagonally downwards arc, a monstrous roar emanated from her throat as she did so- *\"Better for that thing to charge into me and the summon then them.\"*- was all that crossed her mind.\n\nAs she propelled the blade in it's arc, a blade of crimson energy, chaotic red lightning danced around it's edges as formed in the air and rapidly propelled itself towards the abomination, aimed for the same rough spot, the neck of the thing's moose head, that Lucien was attempting to strike although coming at quite a different angle and a shorter distance due to her closer proximity to the beast.\n\n```Wrath's Edge (Air Blade) -15 mana. +5 Mana regen. 90/100 Mana remaining```"
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"author": "heller",
"message": "*With lucians scabbard landing directly onto her chest, she would blink seeing him take off in a hurry. It would seem that her plan worked, both of them were aware that the monster was directly infront of them. It would of been best that she needed to stay alert and focused now. Trying her best to ignore the smell her eyes would glow that crimson color once again, her hands would light up in a lovely spectacle as she was preparing to cast supporting offensive spells for the two. \n\nHer knight, would then take off into a sprint as fast as it could. The armor would slow it down but it's longsword was at the ready. Hiding behind its shield it would only go for a simple thrust motion on the creature, keeping its shield closed too it. Since the stealth part of this mission was becoming over it would have to go loud and proud to take on the beast. \n\nHarley herself now was first setting up a frost trap infront of her to protect herself incase of a charge. Her eyes would temporarily glow blue as she raised her left hand and slammed it on the ground to make the trap. Her hand would literally freeze and spread frost on the ground that would form a ice rune where she was. With the ice rune formed, she would then back up and her eyes would change crimson. She was beginning to cast another spell. She would make a fireball in her hand and then throw it with accurate precision towards the beast, making sure to avoid hitting any of her team mates.*\n\n``` Fireball -5 Mana. Frost Trap -15 Mana. +1 Mana Regen. 91/110.```"
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"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "The abomination, preoccupied with guzzling down on the corpse, would be wide open for an opportunistic attack by Ikari and Lucien. Both of the air blades would be able to impact the moose's head, each digging into it's protruded neck from opposite sides. If there were only one blade fired, this attack would likely not have killed it. However, both of the airblades would be able to slice deep into the moose head, killing it instantly as it fell from the abomination's abdomen. \n\nThis, however, would not go unnoticed by the beast. In fact, it would to quite the opposite. Enraged, it would rear upright from the hunter's corpse, turning it's head towards the first thing it saw: The knight charging up to it. Unfazed by the knight's raised sword, it brought itself down onto the summon, the giant mouth of it swallowing it entirely in one shot. The sickening crunch of bone and metal would be audible to all as the knight protector was crushed to pieces, a snack for the abomination. \n\nOn the other hand, this would leave the creature wide open to Harley's fireball. The fireball would be able to impact the abomination's side, causing it to create a noise in pain. The fire began to spread across towards the abomination's rear left leg, engulfing it entirely. As an undead amalgamation, fire was fairly effective against such constructs; after a moment, however, the fire went out. Not, however, without taking the entire leg with it. As with the moose head, it disappeared as it got burnt to a crisp. \n\nThis attack would cause the abomination to turn towards Harley, it's three eyes all focused in on her. It began to charge towards the girl, the distance between the two beginning to close rapidly. It pushed trees out of the way as it charged. Needless to say, a simple frost trap wasn't going to stop its tracks."
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"author": "heller",
"message": "Her connection with her summon would of ended with a swift motion. It was a temporary pain that she felt that made her hold her stomach. It felt like she was completely ripped in half but her summon was swallowed. She couldn't describe it but she didn't have time to summon another knight to protect her. Her eyes would widen with a brief fear, the creature was coming right for her! This abomination wanted her as it's next meal. She had to stay calm; she couldn't panic she needed to think. \n\n*It... It's ripping through trees like it's nothing! The fire attacks seemed to actually work!* She took in a breath and knew what she had to do, it was risky but she didn't have much time left. She needed to act now! \n\nTaking a few steps back she began to hastily cast a spell, knowing the beast was quickly approaching she broke into a sprint. She would look back to see it's angry three eye expression approaching her. Her eyes stayed crimson on her fire magic as she would ignite her hands on fire, making a circle with them she would then turn around using a tree as cover and fire a flame thrower blast at the creature! Watching the wave spread outwards toward the creature hoping to cause it to completely turn away from her.\n\n``` Fireblast -15 Mana. +1 Mana regen 77/110. ```"
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"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "Lucien smirked as his master quickly caught up to the attack and joined forces with him. The successful strike managed to cleave the creature's head off - well, one of them at least. The elf became excited by the fact, eyes burning darker than before. Beneath the repugnant smell he could sense a scent all too familiar - that of its blood. True, it was far from his best choice when it came to quality, yet no matter it inspired the feral feelings inside him to boil.\n\n**Crunch!**\n\nThe elf's grin was quickly wiped, replaced by shock. The monster had gulped the knight as if they were a sip of water. That provoked Lucien to rush towards Ikari's side hastier, fearing that she would be next. That was - until a fireball's gust blew right against his back. He saw the fiery sphere combust into the creature's limb and incinerate it before dispersing. That changed the abomination's target. It turned towards Harley, who would be endangered in the face of a direct blow.\n\nTheir strategy had taken a drastic hit. No matter the loss of a limb and a head, the opponent had removed one player from the field with ease. If the situation continued the same way, at least one of them would join the summon in the pool of nasty acid steaming inside the deformed belly ahead of them. Rage consumed the elf, realizing the drastic disadvantage they were in. He would not remain useless in this fight.\n\n**Not like last time.**\n\nHis body channeled black sparks, hissing against his skin with violet marks. He continued running towards his ally, seemingly uninterested in the beast. As it charged towards Harley, the lightning erupted into flames, charring his body until his skin became grey and hardened. His forehead grew two faints curves, akin the beginning of horns, as his transformation was complete. As soon as the monster was close enough, the cursed inferno consumed Lucien's blade. The aura roared violently, like the screams of a thousand souls, as he stomped his foot in the ground. The boot scraped off some grass until it forced his body to a stop.\n\nThe swordsman twisted his person with a promptly spin, maneuvered by the leg he used as base. He gripped his blade horizontally, slightly lower than usual. A lavender radiance glided towards the tip of his odachi, exploding in a spark that formed a ball. The shape physically manifested into a black mace head, one that ended with bloodied purple spikes. Meanwhile, the curve of the blade flared up, propelled by the aura that trailed after it. Lucien weaved his upper chest sideways, giving the rotation even more force.\n\n***\"HUAAAAAAAAGH!\"***\n\nHe roared violently. His voice had become unpleasantly ghoulish, reminding of a demon. The swordsman completed a half circle and didn't stop his motion. The intensity of his movements spawned a blast of wind, the current of which bent the grass below him and shot the cape soaring - held in place only by the buttons round his collar. At that point the tip of his weapon, ending with a the spike head, would be flying towards the running monster's leg, hopefully in surprise. If Lucien managed to land his attack, he would swing with all the power he could muster. His eyes would glow an even intenser black, emitting dark smoke through his irises. The demonic warrior's attempt was to, in the best case scenario, mash off the creature's leg and in the worst - cripple it enough to catch its attention.\n\n``` Warlock's Conjuration (Flanged Strike): -5 mana. Bloodcurdling Fury (Empowered Strike): -2.5 mana. Gargoyle's Hardening (Stone Skin): -20 mana. Regenerated: +5 mana. Total: 37.5/70\nMelee Strike: 5 Base STR + 5 Weapon Specialist STR + 1 Steppe Elf Racial STR + 2.5 Empowered Strike STR = 13.5 STR, blunt force due to Mace Head.```"
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"author": "reluc",
"message": "Ikari charged forwards towards the abomination, rapidly gaining speed as the muscles on her lower body bulged outwards, straining to a supernatural extent, red electricity dancing around her legs as she did so. While she was charging towards the abomination, crimson flame spun itself from her grip, coating her blade. The flames had an unnatural look to them, twisted and warped, whispers followed their crackling, and far too red to be natural.\n\nThe oni's gaze was intently focused on the abomination, face marked with a determined glare and gritted fangs, *\"Not losing someone here. Too much blood on my hands already.\"* Was the only thought that crossed her mind, irregardless of her opinion of the dark elf, she did not intend to let her die here.\n\nAs she came closer to the beast, the muscles on her arm hidden by the gambeson and long flowing crimson jacket she wore bulged outwards similar to her legs as she heaved the blade upwards, near above her head, red lightning covering her arms and rapidly spreading to cover the already flame covered blade. She'd aim her strike to slam downwards onto the creature's back, hoping that in combination with Lucien's likely at least crippling strike she could send it to the ground. Assuming she hit, wherever the point of contact with her blade may have been punctuated the air with an unearthly scream of the damned, an explosion of the warped flames following the impact point.\n\n```Devil's Stride (Burst dash) -5 mana, Hellfire Imbuement (Blazing Strike) -10 mana, Demonic Release (Empowered Strike) -2.5 mana, +5 mana regen, 77.5/100 mana remaining Base 8 STR + 2.5 STR = 10.5 STR hit.```"
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"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Harley wouldn't have any time to fully cast her fireblast as the abomination charged towards her. As it pushed the trees out of it's way - including the one Harley herself used as temporary cover - it completely barreled through, causing Harley to be sent sailing through the air. Thankfully, the tree mitigated some of the force, yet that didn't completely negate all the damage. The girl would have struck another tree, the angle of which she was launched causing her left leg's lower bones to shatter. Her femur, thank god, remained intact; if she broke her femur, she probably would've passed out due to the pure pain it entailed.*\n\n*Her fireblast wouldn't be for nothing, however. A small spurt of the spell would be able to be let loose on the Abomination's stump of a head, spreading down its neck. Yet it shunted out all the pain it felt from the fire; if anything, it looked even more intimidating as it wreathed in flame. It stopped right above the top eye, shortening its sad stump for a head even more.*\n\n*Lucien's roar would, as he predicted, have alerted the beast. His strike connected, the force of the impact causing the monster's leg to fold slightly. It wasn't completely crippled, however; one more good hit would definitely have done the trick. As with the fire, however, the abomination didn't feel any pain; instead, it's 'head' jerked towards the direction of Lucien as two 3m long tentacles ruptured out of its side. During the opening Lucien left after his attack, the beast used these tentacles to slam in an X towards the man.*\n\n*This would leave it wide open to Ikari's strike on its back, which would also connect. However, as the sword sliced through the abomination's hide, it stopped suddenly as it got caught within a piece of an animal's bone plating. Her blade was now stuck about an inch inside its body, lodged in between bone. The fire from the attack, however, began to spread within the beast's body. The beast's flesh served as kindling for the fire as it covered a massive part of its back. Still, the abomination wouldn't go down.*"
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"author": "heller",
"message": "The next thing Harley would know was she was in mid air seeing branches and a tree in the air. She would then hit the tree with a loud Audible crack could be heard. She would be biting her lips but she felt an intense pain that would make her lose her breath and be in a state of shock. As some of the debree fell it would leave her in a state of being in cover, but she couldn't recover anyway. Her leg was bruised and looked swollen and she even was having a difficult trying to get up. A few other parts of her were scratched up and her bruised. \n\nAs she would get up she would look at the commotion, she had tears in her eyes from the pain that she had to wipe and suck up. Seeing lucian in some demonic form, she would have dreamed to achieve something like that with magic. Maybe at another date but currently she needed to focus, she was struggling with she was dealing with at this moment. She felt like a burden but at the same time the fire magic was being effective against the beast. She would look around, she needed a vantage point to shoot her magic without getting in the way. In her current condition she couldn't do anything. She would do a slight wave in Lucians direction, hoping to get his attention without alerting the beast. She had a plan but it was dangerous for her to even do it, but she would rather kill this beast and move on then just sit there and get fucked up and eaten by it."
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"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "Lucien pressed onward, yet met an immovable wall. He opened his eyes wide in shock, seeing that the leg hadn't even been swept off the ground. The mace head dispersed, Mal returning to his sword. He spotted the tentacles and raised his blade in a diagonal, trying to brace as much of the incoming attack safely. Even with his impressive speed, the opening the creature had was simply too advantageous. The wiggly arms slapped into his two sides, clapping loudly. ***\"Thrgh!\"*** His demonic skin protected him from more serious harm, fortunately. The swordsman was blasted back by the intensity of the collision, launched off his feet a few meters back. The strikes left cracks in his gargoyle-like body.\n\nSeveral grunts followed, as the man bumped off of the ground repeatedly in a rolling fashion. He extended out his sword and slammed it in the ground. The glowing blade promptly dove into the dirt, cutting a line in the direction the man fell towards. Eventually it anchored him in place. Lucien was riled up, eyes of en enigma set on the monster. His boot shoved firmly, launching him back on his feet. The demonic warrior charged the beast again. Unfortunately for the witch, his frenzy steered him only towards one target - the abomination. That is why her wave was naught but useless.\n\n**It must die.** That is all he thought.\n\nOnce he got near the monster, his enhanced sight allowed him to inspect its leg again. After all, he hadn't finished the job he started. After studying the damaged spot in the limb, his blade lit up again - the way it did the first time. Squeals of misery inflamed the sword before he cleaved it ahead. Like earlier, the swing trailed a floating projection of hellfire. Lucien reached his free hand and crashed it into the back of the creation. It rattled vehemently and shot out - zooming towards the weakened leg.\n\nThe elf proceeded forth, his blade still engulfed in a crazed force. He wished to assist his master, yet in the time he had that was all he could do.\n\n```Stone Skin - 1/4 turns, Infernal Afterimage (Air Blade) used: -15 mana, Mana regenerated: +5 mana, Total Remaining: 27.5 / 70 mana.```"
},
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"author": "reluc",
"message": "Ikari took note of the drow's attempt to catch Lucien's attention, however as soon as she saw his fiendish expression and tunnel visioning on the leg, she knew that he wasn't going to be responding any time soon. She shot the dark elf a look, there was little else she could do, to attempt to let her know that at least *Someone* Saw the message.\n\nThe dark crimson flames spread over her limbs as they reverted to normal from the end of her previous strike and charge. *'Of course it's damned stuck...' The demon panted lightly grunting in annoyance. She moved her grip up to the blade, one hand bracing itself on the guard and the other moving up onto the blade itself. \n\nThe oni took a deep breath as her arms turned muscular once more, as well as the majority of her upper body. Red lightning danced in the air around her limbs once more as her grip on the weapon greatly increased in its strength. She'd rip the weapon downwards, aiming to break through the bone plate and rip the monstrous weapon free through the creature's side. Assuming it worked, as more of the head of the weapon entered it would perform quite a lot of tearing at whatever already burning flesh and internals there were, due to the presence of the top edge and bottom 'hook' edge of the head, combined with the more of the blade pulling through as she ripped into it.\n\n```Demonic Release (Empowered Strike) -2.5 mana. +5 Mana regen. 80/100 Mana Regen. Empowered 2.5 STR + 8 Base STR = 10.5 STR```"
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"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*The air blade Lucien sent out would cleave through it's already damaged limb, severing it's body from its dismembered leg. Having lost both of its legs, it fell to the ground, marking it completelt vulnerable to Ikari's attack.*\n\n*The burning fire had already tenderized the beast's otherwise soft flesh. Due to the strength behind the downwards strike, it was able to break through the bone plate and cut right down the abomination's middle. This left a huge portion of its guts hanging out; the sudden smell of the corpses and rotting was enough to leave you winded.*\n\n*This time, however, the abomination would've gone down. With a final roar of defiance, it's body became limp before completely dissipitating into the air. Particles of it's corpse became detached in clumps until they dispersed, leaving nothing behind but the skull of a deer. Yet, this skull was rather different. The bone was not white; it was completely dark purple, with bright yellow signs and sigils running along it. It was a nice decorative piece, though; get rid of the smell and you could hang it off your wall. Or you could sell it.*\n\n*Yet, the conflict did not seem over. From the edge of the forest clearing, the three of you would be able to make out an overpowering presence of necrotic energy. As you turn to meet it's figure, you would be able to catch the sight of something wreathed in black, silver lined robes. It's face was hidden under it's hood, leaving no part of its face visible. It strode towards the three of you, letting its immensely powerful aura spill from its person. The visible energies of dark and unholy magic flowed like a river out of every single pore in their body, some splitting to form characters from different languages. Somehow, though, you knew they all meant the same thing: death.*\n\n*It stopped 10 meters away from Ikari, pointing a long, withered hand towards the skull.*\n\n\"I'm going to want that back.\"\n\n``` The abomination is dead. ```"
},
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"author": "heller",
"message": "*Harley let out a sigh of relief the abomination was dead. She would do her best to get up, using the tree that she hit as leverage to stand up. She felt tired, and also felt like she could of done more to help. It made her sad inside she didn't feel like she stepped up more then she should of. One hit and she was basically taken out, her summon was also defeated with a single blow. However, that sadness would soon turn to determination she couldn't let this keep her down. For now at least, she was trying her best not to put any weight on her leg. At least the other two were fine. \n\nShe was amazed at the twos attacks, being able to completely cut down the monster with their strength. She gave the pair a thumbs up and spoke in a soft voice. \n\n\"Good job!\" She said with some enthusiasm with her, but noticing the corpse and how it was basically fallen apart she was wondering what exactly made up this abomination? From the look up it, it seemed like something of a necromancers work, yet it only brought even more curosity and the desire to learn. \n\nAll her thoughts would stop though, sensing a cold and necrotic energy. It would make her shiver as she looked over that way to see a mysterious man who wanted the skull back. She was in no condition to fight but in her mind there was no reason to play the hero, she felt like the job was done and there was another time and place to figure out this mystery.*"
},
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"author": "reluc",
"message": "The demon slowly walked forward, her demeanor surprisingly calm as she simply picked up the skull. \"You do, do you? I don't suppose you're just a mere collector, are you?\" She replied with mock innocence, and despite knowing she didn't have much of a chance against this thing, she figured she may as well attempt to make sure this doesn't become a problem again with more bodies and another bounty in a week or two.\n\nHere eye quickly flicked over to Lucien as she simply slowly stepped away from the thing, it was a quick signal and one with a very easy to understand meaning, *\"Take over.\"* She knew the vampiric elf would be far better and more rational about reasoning with this thing then she could be and so essentially passed the torch to him, praying that he still wasn't in a bloodlusted frenzy and about to get them all killed."
},
{
"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "Lucien charged at the beast, prepared to follow up with another attack. Mal coursed through his sword, until it came to a stop. The beast collapsed in front of his eyes. The swordsman had to bounce back to avoid being squashed by its massive body. It disintegrated afterwards, leaving behind an unbearable stench. The elf was all but pleased with the smell and sight, revulsion replacing his fury. He headed towards the witch with the goal of taking his sheath back. Immediately, he froze.\n\nHis whole body tightened, possessed by a new presence. As if out of a flash, the energy this being released did not give him even a moment to react. Feelings of terror, despair and anxiety overwhelmed him. The fear awakened him, bringing the beast inside him back in its cage. His eyes reverted in color and his mysterious plating crumbled off, revealing his actual skin. The man scurried over calmly, as to not provoke any rash actions by either side. He smiled and nodded back to Ikari, accepting her request.\n\nDespite being inwardly frightened to death, his expression remained composed. Lucien steered his blade into the dirt and let go of it, despite keeping it nearby. *\"Ah, so you must be the owner of this fascinating specimen. It is a pleasure to meet.\"* He pressed the tip of his fingers against his chest and tilted his head faintly. A courteous bow followed, one performed with utmost elegance. After returning to his upright posture, he continued. *\"I would like to make it clear that me and my friends are not your enemies. We simply attacked the beast for our own safety.\"* The man covered by his black cloak explained. *\"We will be more than happy to return the item to your collection, after which you can return to your previous endeavors. Before that, however, I doubt you would mind a brief hiatus? One in which we could discuss terms?\"*\n\nThe swordsman was well aware of the clear disadvantage they had. He was very confident that the being could make quick work of them. He took a risk - a calculated one. The entity must have been aware how much stronger it was. Lucien doubted it valued the lives of three random weaklings at all. What it did care about, evidently, was the mask. He assumed it would be willing to parley if that could secure its precious item.\n\nAnd so he sprung his hands out, palms open wide. He shook his fingers to and fro. A satisfying smirk came to his face, eyes closed. *\"To reveal my honest intentions, I shall inform you of our job. We were asked to come to this forest and see who had been causing such a ruckus. It would be in our best interest if you ceased whatever experiments you practice in this area. Of course, asking such a thing without knowing what your reasoning and ambitions are would be ignorant, akin to scum - not gentlemen.\"* His body moved to express his points throughout the whole time. The elf spoke effortlessly, all coming to his mind at the moment. While he had some skill wielding a sword, his true power were his words.\n\n*\"So. Could we know what your interests are? Why do you harm creatures in this forest? Could all this perhaps be changed in a way where none of us suffer?\"* He gestured the skull held in Ikari's hand with his head during the last question."
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"author": "heller",
"message": "*Harley would shiver, his aura felt so intense and dreadful. It made her get anxious being near him. She knew that she could not take this person on at all. She looked over at lucian who still had the skull. Trying to get his attention she decided to try and women up instead!* \n\n\"H-hey... Why don't you just give him the skull and we be on our merry way!\" Her eyes had a very serious. \"Just give him the skull! Mentality\" \n\nHarley herself was leaning up against the tree that was already uprooted. Even if she wanted too she wasn't going to be able to move fast to dodge anything and she was taking the time to recover her mana. She did pounder on the fact that this man created that abomination. Was he a necromancer? It felt as if these questions would not get answered anytime soon. He looked unbothered by any of the questions that were being asked."
},
{
"author": "reluc",
"message": "The demon sighed as she looked over at Lucien once more, before tossing the skull over to him. She'd call out to him as she did so, her voice flat and void of really anything of note, \"Your choice. You make the call.\" She'd simply stretch in the mean time, resting her massive blade over her shoulders as she pushed her heels upward. She mentally prepared herself for the potentially worst to come, expression and gaze hardening somewhat as she stared over at the aberrant undead creature parading itself as a humanoid. She'd slowly finish stretching, blade moving to rest over a single shoulder, grip tightening on her weapon."
},
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"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "Lucien took the skull from Ikari. He noted both his companions and their advice. He looked at the skull with peaked curiosity and tossed it up faintly before catching it, repeating the movement a few times.\nMaking the choice was hard. There were many things he could do. He could attempt to threaten the skull's safety, get the being to listen to him properly. He could also try to trick it, toss it out in the forest while calling someone's name - make it think another accomplice would catch it. For the sake of protecting his friend, a thought to pass the skull to the witch and leave, let her handle the rest, came to his mind.\nHe remained stern, contemplating his next move for a while. Lucien then sighed and shook his head. With a firm grasp on the skull, he reeled his hand back and hurled it forth. The valuable item was flung out towards the wither's hand.\n\n*\"And here I thought we could have a conversation. It is tragic to see a shell of someone, perhaps worthwhile in the past.\"* He remarked genuinely, with no hostile intent audible in his tone. The swordsman spun and headed towards the witch. *\"Come on, Ik.\"*\n\nAfter getting close enough, Lucien got his scabbard back and sheathed his weapon. He would then promptly lower himself closer to the mage. His hawk-like eyes inspected her from up close, the sweet lavender aroma ever so prevalent. The aura from before emanated from him, feeling akin to a beast willing to consume her. The demonic presence contrasted his odor and charming looks. Lucien slid his freezing hand against her waist, getting a stable foundation for his next action. With a silent grunt he slouched her over his shoulder and with a louder one, he stood. His hand held onto the back of her thigh to keep her stable.\n\n*\"Let's heal her first.\"* He suggested to his partner."
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"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "\"The figure caught the skull with a single hand, turning it over with both as it analyzed its surface. When it finished, it put the skull within its robes, the purple disappearing among the infinite folds of silver and black. At once, the aura it let out began to slowly subside into nothingness. The sense of danger you felt from earlier had disappeared entirely; a result of the figure concealing its own aura from the three of you. It turned its head towards Lucien, still hidden from sight. Under its hood, it grinned sinisterly as it began to back off from the glade.*\n\n\"You're smart. That's something that'll carry your arrogance, isn't it?\"\n\n*And with that final remark, it disappeared. As if the woods itself reached out to pull him in, it only took a few moments before it vanished from your visage.*\n``` Quest Complete\n- 7 UP to all members\n- 15 Gold to all members ```"
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"author": "Lucien D'arcy",
"message": "Lucien gazed back to the wither as it commented, remaining silent for a moment over its comment. *\"Tsk. I suppose that's right.\"* He admitted in a mutter.\nAs he rose Harley onto his shoulder, he silently chuckled to her teases. The corner of his lips twisted into a teasing smirk. As the two exchanged snarky comments at each other, the elf refrained from commenting.\nFinally, his cold hand rose in the air. It plunged down right after as the man planted it into the witch's backside with a loud clap. *\"You talk too much.\"*\n\nHe barely held back a laugh at his teacher's threat and then continued forth. *\"Well, I **Am** A vampire. Diseases don't get to me.\"* He countered her argument, clearly to poke fun at her. *\"Besides, she isn't half bad at all.\"*\nFinally, he turned back to the one slouched over his shoulder. The hand he had slapped onto her a moment ago hadn't moved from where he placed it. *\"It's not a problem. Indeed, it's quite the opposite. You seem much more confident in this field than in the battle one, hm? Perhaps I'd be curious to find out the basis for that certainty.\"* He gave her a wink.\n*\"But before I take you anywhere, let's get you treated. It's not every day that I decide to be this helpful to someone, so consider it a special treat.\"*\n\nAs they proceeded forth through the forest, they'd eventually reach their horses. Lucien hopped onto his black courser stallion and moved Harley on the saddle, where she sat right behind him. The two were pressing against each other, considering the package the witch sported.\n*\"Apologies for the tight space. A single saddle is all I have and it isn't exactly fit for 'petite' women like yourself.\"* He teased her.\n\nThe rider tapped his boot in the side of the mount, which neighed and continued forth."
},
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"author": "reluc",
"message": "\"No, you mentally challenged harlot, if sticking your rack in a man's face is your definition of flirting then you're more of a fucking brute than I am.\" She'd immediately retort back, her eye narrowing as she'd cast her head back afterwards towards the drow currently resting atop her student's shoulders, before immediately continuing on with her verbal onslaught, \"Is your fucking knife eared kind more uncivilized than literal demons? Is the concept of subtlety a god damned foreign concept to your oh-so enlightened stuffy people?\" She'd reply, the smugness and venom growing rapidly in it's content with each and every word. \"And it's *Loins*, use this massive ears for something for once. Your nethers. Not the loans you beg your rich father for to survive off of.\" She'd reply, correcting the drow.\n\nShe'd shortly turn her gaze to her student, her stare slightly withering, \"Just because you *Can* Doesn't mean you should. Does laying with a farm animal produce offspring, and will your vampirism protect you from disease? Yes. Does that mean you *Should*? No. You shouldn't sleep with the cow you're currently carrying.\" She'd quip immediately back to him, not missing a beat as he gave his excuse of vampiric immunity.\n\nShe'd roll her eyes at the two as they came upon their horses she mounted her Southern Selnarian. The horse was a dark, reddish brown with a white mane, and gave her a curious gaze up towards her, almost expecting. She pat the horse's head for a moment, lightly sighing as it turned it's gaze towards the ground in front of them. She'd then cast her sneering one eyed visage back over at the dark elf and her student, speaking once more, \"Perhaps you could fit in that saddle with Lucy-boy over there if you weren't fatter than most cattle.\" Her tone was dry and flat, and the horses side met a kick and a rapid increase in speed came before the witch had the slightest chance to retort."
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"author": "heller",
"message": "Harley would only laugh. \"It seems I have angered the big red giant.\" She would press her chest against lucian holding onto him. \"I hope it isn't a bumpy ride.\" She would only smile looking in the direction of Ikari as she left off. Her leg did sting but there was only so much she could say as the Oni was riding off into the distance. \"I believe someone is a bit jealous they don't have the feminine charm to even attract most men.\" She would only giggle before leaning off of lucian some more. \"It is alright handsome, I believe your vampiric essence is it? Is more then enough to handle some diseases. If you ever want I could also invite you over to see if I can study the properties of it.\" She said with a gleeful smile before taking her finger and watching it glow blue again, it would ooze with magic and she would write more runes in the air watching Ikari carefully as she left. She would then adjust her robing and wink at Lucian before paying attention to her writing again. \n\n*Interesting theory I could write for my next transcribe. Oni Biology, I wonder how much I can make her frustrated. Do all Oni get this mad?* With her finger, she was transcribing a few runes into some personal text that most basic magicians would be able to read.\n*Oni women tend to get mad when you flirt with a close one, best tend to stay away from the muscular ones.* She would look in Ikari's direction as she rode off. *They tend to be short fused, when proceeding to lewdly flirt with someone they care about* She looked up one more time. *Will attempt aggravation some more to see more results* \n\nShe would then turn her attention back to lucian. \"So your vampirism. How did you come across it?\" She would then change the color of her finger. It would be a light red and would start to write in the air.\"Is there any weakness to it? Something that makes you just scrunch up and want to shiver up? Do you require a certain amount of blood in take? I need to transcribe all this later on."
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"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*There was a particular mountain, amongst a chain of mountains, that a young fox found herself traversing. Through the lightly falling snow, a rough outline of a carved path could be seen etched into the rock, spiraling around the mountain, past the clouds and towards the stars. Though the full force of the wintry season had yet to start - and by the gods, another Charam Ta - the slopes all around the rock face were covered in vast sheets of snow and ice, with only the occasional patch of deep blue and gray visible in some parts of it. The clouds in the sky were wisps upon a dark canvas, though overlapped to create the illusion of depth within them. Pausing her journey for a moment, the fox glanced towards them wistfully; it was better to look at where youre headed rather than where youve been, after all. She'd been lucky enough to purchase a set of warm clothes at a traveling merchant's ware shop; otherwise, she wouldn't have attempted such an arduous trek. There were something about these particular that attracted Artoria to them, almost as if they were silently calling her. From afar, they were always had an ethereal, mystical feel to them; the perfect setting for the task she planned to undertake.*\n\n*Artoria's magic was haywire. In the most recent mission she'd undertaken, every spell seemed to have completely been replaced with brand new ones - ones that she couldnt remember ever learning in her life. They were powerful, yes, but almost uncontrollable; ironically, they mirrored her at present: chaotic, random, and destructive. Pressing her hand to her temple, she began to remember a few among the ones she'd misfired previously: there was a fireball, which created a massive explosion of flame which she'd never witnessed before; a discordant, violent arc of lightning that quickly chained between targets; and a massive discharge of thunderous energy that took the shape of a ball. She let out a scowl of disapproval, recognizing the perils the magic entailed: magic she had yet to understand was dangerous, even more so when said magic came from her own person. There could come a time where her own spellcast could become her undoing; a scenario in which a fireball consumed her seemed not unrealistic to the fox at present.*\n\n*There was nowhere to experiment on her powers in Salvainia without worsening her own bounty. Nowhere besides the deep wilderness, which was ridden with trees, and the mountains. If she had decided to test in the former, there was a chance that the levels of destruction beget by her nowfound magic could cause complete annihlation of her surroundings. To her enemies, it was essentially a calling card: \"Guess who's here? Guess who just burnt down another forest?\" Was the message they would interpret. The last thing she needed during this period of vulnerability was another New Sunlight goon hoping to take her down, or worse; the government trying to reach her.*\n\n*As such, she heeded the call of the mountains. As she continued up the endless spiral, each tread crunching the fallen snow behind her, Artoria would eventually make her way to the top. To call it \"Scenic\" Would be a gargantuan injustice; the peak ascended beyond the cirrus clouds, allowing her to see the clear night sky with ease. The stars shone brightly at her, though seemed to glare; as if the heavens above knew of her undoing, and was scorning her for daring to be in their presence. Nevertheless, they were beautiful. Constellations streaking across black, sharing enough light for her to see far beyond the horizon. Nothing was really too visible apart from the occasional conifer pine far below, though; the sheer amount of clouds were enough to block out everything below where she stood. Artoria soon shifted her gaze away from the view, and now towards the peak itself. It was rather odd, since the top of the mountain wasn't a point. But maybe it was at some point: at present, it looked as if a giant sphere had shot itself right through one half of the peak, hollowing out a chunk of it as the other continued to stretch to the top, forming the true peak. This area was rather spacious, actually. Apart from the stalacites hanging from overhead, there was an abundance of room in all directions within this destroyed section of the peak. What remained of the original mountantop served as an overhang for the carved out portion; a dark awning of rock and ice.*\n\n\"Perfect.\"\n\n*Artoria made her way towards the leftmost wall with what would have been an energetic gait, if not for the exhaustion that settled once her climb ended. She set down her backpack, feeling the tiredness creep into her bones. Reaching inside the pack, she fumbled around until she brought out what she was looking for: a small canteen filled with water, along with a glass vial of crushed tea leaves. It brought back a hint of nostalgia; she remembered, in her household, of a cultural tradition in which family and friends would gather to drink until wasted. She was young at the time, so her father gave her tea; of what kind she knew not, but the flavor was one she always remembered.*\n\n*With what remained of her energy, she conjured a small flame upon her palm, holding the canteen above it. Her fire seemed to have gotten weaker as well; it was no longer the signature blue she'd been used to her entire life. When she felt the canteen grow warm enough, she set it down. She took out the stopper from the vial of tea leaves and procured an empty pouch from her backpack- pouch no larger than her ring finger - and filled it halfway with the crushed leaves. Tying the pouch shut, she forced it through the small opening of her canteen, continuing to warm it. She chuckled to herself: This would be the worst drink she'd ever had. But maybe it would work to restore some inner warmth; with that, perhaps, would come some energy.*"
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"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "*She wasn't strong enough.*\n\n*On her most recent quest, a raid of a gang's party, she had been struck down. Fighting 5 people at once was tough, yes, but she should have been able to take down all of them. She felt it. Not all her fire burned as hot as it should have. Not every strike landed, not every blow powerful. The worst part was that final blow. She still heard the metal ring loudly in her ears, knocking her down and letting Kai get away. Terry was captured, but that was because of Mevis's prowess, not hers.*\n\n*To strengthen herself, she decided that she needed more exposure to the outside. Maybe relax at the same time. The mountain was a worthy challenge; not many could climb to its peak. Katherine aimed to increase her fortitude, hiking up to the peak and staying for the night, training. Bundled in warm, padded clothing, Katherine had abandoned her armor and greatsword, aiming for more maneuverability, along with a backpack containing gear. She wasn't going to fight anything on the cold, desolate mountain.*\n\n*Hiking since the dawn, Katherine finally arrived long after the sun had set, staring up at the night sky. Embedded with stars, each like a diamond. Was that where people went when they died? Was Aleksander up there? Would she join him one day?*\n\n*However, as her hike continued, she soon saw a familiar figure.*\n\n*Her. The fox. The Arsonist. Artoria Dax herself.*\n\n*Katherine froze, her mouth wide in shock. She was completely unarmored with no weapons other than a dagger. Artoria didn't seem to notice her; it was unlikely she was expecting anything. Maybe she could take her, if she went in for a grapple. However, Katherine couldn't take the chance. The last time they had fought, the fox had annihilated her, leaving her helpless. Who knows what would have happened if she was stuck on the mountain, with no one to reach her?*\n\n\"What the hell are you doing here??!!!\""
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"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Before she was barged in on, Artoria was lifting the canteen to her lips to get a taste of her homebrew. The liquid dribbled down into her mouth, tasting like a cross between mint, stalewater, and grass; she recoiled a little bit, upon tasting the concoction, before taking a full sip. It left a refreshing feeling when it went down, but it tasted bitter when it hit the tongue. She felt a bit better with each drink, until the canteen emptied.*\n\n*Artoria got up, stretching a bit.* \n\n\"Good as new,\" She muttered, not nearly good as new. \"Now, to get to the matter at han-\"\n\n**\"What the hell are you doing here??!!\"**\n\n*She froze. She knew that voice. It was the voice of one who defied her, one who she spared; it was the voice of one who sought vengeance upon her person, the fury of which couldn't be denied by even Artoria herself. She whipped her head towards the direction the voice came from, recognizing its owner.\n\nKatherine Vayne. \n\nWas she looking for a fight? A chance to fulfill her vendetta? Artoria didn't know, but that high pitched scream put her into a frenzied set of alarm; the remnants of her exhaustion were the only thing that kept her from drawing her weapon to enact a defense. And it wasn't like she could rely on her magic, either; one wrong influx of power could send the entire mountain peak toppling down on the both of them. No magic, no weapons; Deducing that no other choice remained but communication, Artoria spoke with a frigid hostility - yet also with the ever-so-slightest tinge of fear, and apprehension:*\n\n\"That's not important. Why did you follow me?\" *She said.* \"If it's my death you're seeking, I'm not interested.\""
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"author": "Katherine Vayne",
"message": "*Katherine's eyes dart around, scouting the surroundings. Some stones. A canteen. Armor. A sword, made of something that wasn't just normal metal, or even starsteel. That was adamantium, and it would cut through her like nothing. Maybe she could try for a grapple, but taking that chance wasn't worth dying. She had already lost the element of surprise.*\n\n*There wasn't any going back. The mountain would be freezing, with the peak ironically being the only place with shelter. No level ground, no caves within walking distance; she would be a frozen corpse before she could reach the nearest one.*\n\n*Artoria can see the macen's legs tense up for a split second, then relax once more as Katherine puts her hands up.*\n\n\"I didn't follow you. I asked why you were here. And I'm not here to fight. No armor. No weapons. Besides a dagger.\"\n\n*The macen takes in a deep breath. Artoria could simply blast her off the side of the mountain at any moment, and it was unlikely she could do anything about it.*\n\n\"I can't go back down either. I'll freeze to death.\""
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"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Artoria studied Katherine for a moment, noticing the macen seem to tense up before raising her hands in surrender. Artoria felt she had a decent grasp on someone's character - and whether or not they were telling lies - over the years she'd been traveling alone. Katherine, at the moment, seemed to speak the truth.*\n\n\"That sounds like your problem, not mine.\" *She began, though not without a hint of pitiful contempt in her voice. A breath filled with apprehension ensued, though was quickly followed up by more:*\n\n\"You look absolutely pitiful there. Get in.\" \n\n*She hoped that the macen would recognize her final line as a truce; both of them couldn't fight after all, from what it looked like. All Katherine had on her was a dagger, and she was freezing. Though objectively it was a kind invitation, the truce was borne out of a lack of other options; Hopefully it didn't come across as such, though. If there was anything genuine about it, it was the pity she felt towards Katherine; a joke about warming her right up lingered fiendishly for a moment, though she decided against telling it. After all, it'd be in poor taste.*\n\n*She did it anyway, though, without the joke. Pointing a finger towards the macen, Artoria cast Inner Fire on her, just as she'd done for herself on the beginning of her own climb. This simple utility was something she could afford, after all; perhaps it was the one spell that was constant from then and now.* \n``` Inner Fire cast. ```"
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"author": "neolathotep",
"message": "\"Wait who are you\" *Trupec shifts up slightly in questioning why he decided to go to a mountain in his head*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Okami.\" *Kibaru said with a heavy sigh* \"Now you're turn old man\""
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"author": "neolathotep",
"message": "\"I am Trupec and this is Mule nice to meet you\"*Trupec says while trying to balance himself against the powerful winds*"
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"It's quite windy down here at the base, huh?\" *Kibaru said as some winds hit him as well* \"And really could for this short mountain\" *He walked closer to trupec, Frowning a little at this man. Was he even that old, or was this just the style he was going for*"
},
{
"author": "neolathotep",
"message": "*Trupec squints at the strange comment made by this stranger*\"Hello traveler what brings you to the mountains i am trupec and i am willing to act as a guide to this environment it is quite cruel to inexperienced adventurers\""
},
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"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru would look at the man and back at himself* \"Some kind of hermit to these mountains?\" *He asked before looking at his mule*"
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"author": "neolathotep",
"message": "\"A hermit, maybe but i see myself more of a adventurer or explorer then just a hermit\" *Trupec says while smiling*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well I am a hunter. And today's pray is a pesky mountain lion, that's been causing trouble. Heard any roars as of late?\" *He asked as he sniffed his surroundings a bit as his ears twitched*"
},
{
"author": "neolathotep",
"message": "\"I believe i have Okami but only higher up the mountain\" *Trupec says while looking up at the mountain*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I guess that's to be expected. Well Hermit of the Salvainian mountains. If you'd be so kind to lead the way\" *He said as he looked towards the peek of the mountains*"
}
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{
"author": "neolathotep",
"message": "\"You know its rare that people go up mountains to hunt, are you after a special prey?\"*Trupec says while slowly walking up the slope*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Yes. My prey today is that mountain lion. It's been causing some problems for the nearby travellers. Stealing and killing nearby livestock and scaring the horses\" *Kibaru said looking around* \"Do be careful, don't want you getting hurt as well... I doubt you can pay to have your wounds healed\" *Kibaru said in a joking tone*"
},
{
"author": "neolathotep",
"message": "\"Ha you are a joker but i do have to say i was unaware you could pay to have wounds fixed i just sleep them off maybe thats why everyone has so few scars\"*Trupec chuckles*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru would move his mask and point to the one on his cheek* \"I'm to proud of this one to remove it\" *He'd say clearly seeming proud of it* \"But you can't exactly sleep of a busted arm or lost eye. That's why you need to heal them up. Minor would I can deal with... But there is no way I'm going to be struggling with wounded legs, don't you agree?\""
},
{
"author": "neolathotep",
"message": "\"It is possible to sleep with a buster arm or leg but it sure will be hard to climb a mountain\"*Trupec says laughing*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Pretty sure it's going to be painful sleeping with a busted limb. Not something you just fall a sleep with. I would know. Been there. But I'm glad to see you're legs are working at least... Also. Be sure to keep an eye on mule. The cougar might scare him off\""
}
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{
"author": "neolathotep",
"message": "\"Well it mostly depends how you you sleep, like when i broke my arm, i started sleeping on my other side now thats just how i sleep lefty is more comfortable anyway\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well I just sleep. The pose doesn't matter, nor does the side I sleep on. I just sleep and I roll allot, So I'd prefer to not just wake up from the pain. But I do commend you for being so tolerant. I'd much rather just pay the coin to get it healed up\" *Kibaru said flinching in the thought of it*"
},
{
"author": "neolathotep",
"message": "\"Coin is hard to come by in this trying time no one has any to spare\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I've got plenty. I already own 2 houses... I have no Idea what you're talking about\" *Kibaru said shaking his head almost in confusion*"
},
{
"author": "neolathotep",
"message": "\"The rich really live in a world on their own I suppose\"*Trupec whispers to himself while nodding Asif to respond to the statement*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"We almost there?\" *Kibaru asked looking at the top of the mountain* \"Might need to get lower. And downwind... Though I need to know where it is to be downwind of it I guess\""
},
{
"author": "neolathotep",
"message": "\"Well as it happens a few more feet and we will be at mountain lion cave\" *Trupec points at a distant hole*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well it doesn't seem to be home... And I doubt it would be really happy to see quest... Though I doubt it's going to be happy being dead either\" *Kibaru said with a slight smirk at his grim joke*"
},
{
"author": "neolathotep",
"message": "\"We wont know until we go inside or alternatively we can start a search for the rock cat\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"I'm pretty sure it would have welcomed us if it was home\" *Kibaru said as he sniffed the cave a bit*"
},
{
"author": "neolathotep",
"message": "'well this is the last place i have seen one unfortunately so if we dont have some atleast in the area i wont really know where else it could be\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Maybe it's still hunting... Or parting with the other animals\" *Kibaru said with a shrug* \"In any chase, I do smell there has been one in here recently... Maybe we just wait?\""
},
{
"author": "neolathotep",
"message": "\"Then we wait sir Okami\""
}
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{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"You don't why not?\" *Kibaru asked as if the question was obvious*"
},
{
"author": "neolathotep",
"message": "\"I just dont like the feel of mountain air i am more of a city sleeper\" *Trupec says while thinking to himself*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well I do like the colder weather. Not that I mind summer mu-\" *Kibaru said before suddenly falling silent and crouching a bit. He would pull back on the string behind his arrow, ready to fire*"
}
] | 27 | 91 |
141.958333 | 2019-05-28 | GuildTextChat | [
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The road to the capital are well patrolled. Commerce were important to the Empire. But that hasn't stopped opportunistic reaver from trying their luck, robbing the rich travelers that traversed these roads.\n\nIn front of Kondor was a long stretch of well-paved road, stretching for miles along the flat floodplains of a river. The road hugged the coast closely, and passed by multiple coastal towns.\n\nThis particular stretch of road is at the mid point of two towns, and were relatively uncleared. A group of five men stood some fifty meters in front of Kondor. Three of them were dressed in simple almain rivet armour, while the rest weren't armoured. All of them had an open-faced sallet, common around this part of the Empire.\n\nAll of them were armed with sword, shields, and one even had a mace. The leader seems to be next to a chestnut horse, and is holding its reins. A lance rested on a lance bucket on the horse.\n\nThe leader turned toward the incoming traveller.\n\n\"OI! YOU THAR! STAWP!\""
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "*Looking rather bored and to say the truth, really quite sleepy right now, was Kondor. His voyages around had never once actually left him hungry or as such, but he did get tired. During this moment he had been wondering wether he should set up camp, maybe find something to cook? But then his small minded thoughts were interrupted by the shouts of the leader.*\n\n*He tilts his head, face mostly covered up by his helmet of sorts, but he still looks towards the geared up man. What could he want? Kondor hadn't actually seen any people in a while now, and so was intrigued by this situation. He then decided to speak up, not even remembering to shape shift into a more... Amicable form.*\n\n\"What is it? You need things?\" *Yes yes, he wasn't articulate but at least he was capable of speech. That's what was necessary to him. His own body was outfitted with a suit of plate armour, covering his disproportioned body almost completely, save his arms. However, that did not matter much, as on each was a gauntlet with 2 large blades attached to them, which almost seemed natural, the way they were attached.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*To the experienced leader of the group, this lonely man looked quite vulnerable. Although they were well armoured, their arms were exposed. He was alone, and the group had the numerical advantage.\n\nBut the rest of the men following him seems to have some doubts. A few seconds after Kondor responded, the men started chatting amongst themselves, ignoring his call for response.*\n\n\"You sure? That guy look tough.\"\n\n\"He is alone, get on with it. We could sell his shit for fifty gold! And maybe him for more!\" \n\n*The leader's proclamation of almost a hundred gold or more of profit enticed the rest to follow.*\n\n*The leader got on his horse, and grabbed his lance. Then he put his mace back on his belt, and trotted 15 meters in front of him. The rest of his group followed. They unstrapped their kite shields and beat their weapon on it briefly.*\n\n\"Yes! Your money and your life!\""
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "*Now, Kondor might be stupid, but when it came to fighting? That was all he knew. Speaking about selling his stuff might have been what ticked him off about it, but now he wasn't so sure these were just random travellers. Maybe he should just put them down before they cause any more trouble.*\n\n*As the group approached, he mostly just stood there, even picking his nose with his gargantuan digits as he waited, almost as if he were mocking them. Maybe he didn't hear? His head is covered by his helm and a small hood so maybe that was all. He did, however, prepare to fight, his breathing becoming more ragged as he pumped himself up for this.*\n\n\"Money no have, yes? Life not for sale. Come pick it up.\""
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The leader cleared his throat. He wasn't eager to fight and wanted to get this over with without getting hurt.*\n\n\"I am saying it one last time! Hand over your money, drop your armour and put your front to the tree! Or we will kill you!\" \n\n*The four person behind him let out some sort of roar. They took two steps closer to Kondor, and then started moving toward his side, ending up 45 degrees to his left and right and ten meters away.*"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "*Hearing such a comment come from a fragile frame like this was at its least, amusing for Kondor. But at the most, it was enough to make him burst out laughing. What he did in fact do, was chuckle audibly, a throaty and deep voice that he had heard by all members of this group.*\n\n\"I like to see attempt. Go ahead!\"\n\n*Though his arms were uncovered, that was for a very good reason. To stop any sort of restriction on them, which had muscles that fit few, if any armours. They were large enough to compare to the torso of a regular human, really not normal in size.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The leader looked visibly infuriated by this, and grabbed his lance, holding it with two hands. It was of standard length - roughly 2 meters long and just slightly taller than the rider itself. It has a normal, broad spearhead able to cut and thrust.*\n\n\"Get em!\" \n\n*The leader ordered, and the group around Kondor started moving to surround him. Two ran to his side, while another two is running to attack him from behind. The leader gripped his lance tightly, pointing it at Kondor without advancing. The rest of the group maintained their distance of ten meters from Kondor, unwilling to risk their life unless the other were charging in too.*"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "*Grinning at this hilarious opportunity, Kondor contemplated what move to use. Blind charge? Maybe thrash around? Nah, there's a better option still. And so, as he bumps his fists together twice, his entire body begins to turn slightly more red, as his veins visibly glow a deep crimson.*\n\n*The two attacking from his side? They would be fun little toys for him, maybe they'd become his weapon, yes? He swings his arm to the left, using the momentum to throw himself at the attacker and distance himself from the other two, charging forwards to run his opponent down and onto the floor.*\n\n*After making this manoeuvre, his instinct was of course, to kill the man, but maybe it would be a better idea to... He picks him up, throwing him at the two who had previously been behind him. That was, if he had actually hit him to begin with.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"FUCK!\" *The man Kondor was charging at exclaimed. He backed off and placed his shield in front of him, and then ran to the side, barely dodging the charge. Then he turned toward Kondor, pointing his sword at him.\n\nKondor's move disrupted their plan to surround him, and now all of his enemies were behind. The leader grabbed his lance and trotted slightly closer. Meanwhile, the rest of them formed a semi circle and started closing in. \n\nExcept for the one he just charged at, who is still backing off in fear.*"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "*He proceeds to continue with his previous plan, swinging his other arm in a brutish manner towards the little thing, hands ready to pick him up, with his hands that could hold him like a football. As he performs this action, Kondor bellows, spit flying from his mouth as the previously red glow turns to blue, and he speeds up further.*\n\n\"I crush you like twig!\" *He shouts, backhanding the sword using the blades of his gauntlet, which really was a useful item for idiots like him. The already massive weight of such large blades was only amplified by two of the enchantments on it, and if it were to hit the sword, it would be sent flying without any difficulty, before his other arm would come to lift the small man off the ground.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The man immediately thrusted his sword forward and upward, to parry Kondor's arm. Unfortunately for him, the sword were simply deflected by his gigantic, speedy axe. The poor man didn't even react in time. In what looked like a single flash, the blade of the gauntlet fell on and his sworrd were knocked away.\n\nHowever, the man quickly swung his shield into the way of his hand, and the shield took the hit without problem, but not without sending the man recoiling backward.\n\nA chorus of shout from behind Kondor may alert him to impending danger.*\n\n\"CHARGE!\" *The leader ordered as he see one of his man endangered. Spurred on by his command, the other three man rushed Kondor from behind with their swords in hand. The leader rested his lance - which he thought useless anyway, and drew his mace, preparing to charge Kondor on his horse.*"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "*Hearing the sounds of impending danger, Kondor can only really do one thing to help himself. Wrench the shield from the man, taking the entire person with it if he did not let go and stabbing him in the abdomen with the other other arm, as he prepared to charge towards the others himself.*\n\n*Finishing up with the small man, small shield in hand, he ran towards the other members of the group, throwing the shield in the direction of the leader on the horse at full speed. The only other thing he did was reposition his arms once more to cover up his face as he charged forward, the blades pointing outwards so that whoever was hit would get at least cut by the blades of the weapon.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*Presumably, Kondor grabbed the shield with one of his arm. The man tried to yank it back, but was absolutely no match for his great strength and speed. He wisely tried to give it up...\n\nBut kite shield is a strapped shield. He was pulled forward, losing his balance as his shield tilted forth, and he was practically gutted from the side with the gigantic axe. The only problem is, this dying man is still strapped to his shield, and Kondor won't have enough time to remove the man before the other four reached him.\n\nWhat would he do instead?*"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "*He would simply use the body along with the shield. To him, it only mattered that it was a larger shield to him, and so he continued his charge, taking the body along with the shield and continuing on after.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The dying man would be dragged along with the shield. Although Kondor was strong, it would still be awkward to lift a 60 kilo man along with his shield. The group immediately stopped as the giant turned around toward them.\n\nThey raised their shield, and the other unarmoured man - standing on the outermost edge of their formation, looked very unsteady after seeing his comrade ripped apart.*\n\n\"Comon, why ain't you charging!\" *The leader scolded, but there was no reaction, and the men on foot started backing off.*"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "*It was indeed rather strange to take the man and keep using him, so why not split it into more sizeable chunks? Kondor thought next to pull the man into two parts, hopefully aided by the wound he had caused earlier, and if successful, would throw on half at the leader, and the other at the group.* \n\n*Though he did not like to start violence, situations like these could not put the blame not him, could they? And so he felt as though it were completely justified. Nothing wrong with self defence.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The man would be yanked into half and killed instantly. Presuambly, Kondor might've also used the gauntlet to help. The group were now clearly in utter terror, and the leader is now backing off quicker, to 8 meters away. \n\nOne half of the mutilated man woul be thrown at the leader with surprising strength.*\n\n\"Wha-\" *The leader tried to put his mace, or shield on the way, but the upper half of the torso flew toward him too quickly for him to react. And he find himself covered in gore and blood, falling onto the ground dazed from the impact. The horse turned around and ran, startled.*\n\n*By the time he could grab the second part of a man and prepare to throw it, the other three have wisely turned their back on their leader and started running away.*"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "*Seeing the fruits of his success, Kondor began to pant slightly, as small amounts of steam float off from his arms. This was another reason why he left them uncovered, to allow the escape of the built up energy of his buffs.*\n\n*His large, stubby legs making their way towards the fallen leader, Kondor picked his teeth with the tip of his gauntlet blades, removing some kind of dirt that had been there. The wind brushing past calmly, reflecting his current state of mind, he pulls down the hood, revealing the two red horns on his head. One was broken of, just shy of half the length of the other, a thick, not very long, but medium sized one that reflected the glow of the sun.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The leader recovered from the stun, but was still short of breath from such a violent fall. His armour and clothes were stained a gory red. He pushed off the torso and head of the dead man, crawling away in pure terror.\n\nKondor pulling off his hood was none of his concern - he just wanted to live. And now that he is off his literal high horse, his chance of winning is quite slim.\n\nHe prepared to stand up and run.*"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "*But of course, there was no chance of that happening, as Kondor placed his enormous hands at the nape of the man, lifting him up before grabbing hold of each of his arms to hold him up like a kitten.*\n\n\"Money or life? I like both. Maybe I'll add to my sum. Cough up your money.\" *He says, clearly enjoying the irony of the situation. It didn't much concern him wether the others escaped, without a leader they would be uncoordinated and incapable of doing much more harm. And so, he thought this would be a much funnier thing to do, before of course bringing the man to the closest town.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The leader was unable to resist, with the giant gripping his arms tightly. He flailed his legs helplessly, before he stopped resisting. However, it was clear his arms won't be able to hold for much longer if he kept holding him like this.\n\nSome fifty meters away was the startled horse, with some partially filled saddlebags. The leader himself had a pouch to carry his belonging, and it looks like the man Kondor just killed also had one.*\n\n\"I! Uh, my money is in my bag, you can take it, please spare my life mister!\""
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "\"Life? I would never!\" *He places the man over his shoulder, assuming he holds no weapons, and begins to trod on over to the pouch on the torso and then taking the one on the man. Assuming the horse wasn't running away, he would pat the thing without much weight so as not to hurt it, and rummages around insides for any notable items inside and any items that look like they might have personal value to someone.* \"I return what I can. Kondor good person, see? Cycle of life.\""
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The man actually had a dagger sheathed on his belt, but presumably Kondor dealt with it sensibly before hoisting him on. Conveniently there was some spices, yards of silk and even silver coins. The items were worth some two hundred silver, and the loose currency also two hundred silver.\n\nThere was also rope, gags and even some chains on the saddle bag. They might prove useful.*"
},
{
"author": "lunarverna",
"message": "*Seeing the ropes and gags, it was obvious what he would use it for. After finishing tying up the man, Kondor places him on the horse and begins to make his way on to , where he intends to hand in the criminal and sell on the items he had found. As well as this, he looks the pouch of the dead man. They didn't look like they were personal possessions, and so they probably wouldn't be worth returning. Maybe donate some to an orphanage nearby? Such were the innocent thoughts of the* **Mostly** *Peaceful giant who was now heading over to the city.*"
}
] | 136.5 | 3,407 |
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{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would continue to walk here*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru would follow her with a wonderous look on his face*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would look around and admire the nature and smile while listening to the birds*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru would be deep in though and would not hear her or sense any danger as he walked*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would pick up some flowers and smell them and she would continue walking*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Well I could... No... What if\" *He would say unknowingly speaking out loud*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would turn to look at him* \"What's on your mind?\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*He would not seem to have noticed her talking to him* \"No, that's not enought... Damit\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would pinch him* \"Hey!\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*He would the turn to look at her* \"Need someting\" *He had no idea that he was talking out loud*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"You were talking out loud and I tried calling your name. What's wrong you're not yourself\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Ow no, It's nothing, I'm fine, nothing to worry about\" *He would say a bit suprised while blushing*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Okay...?\" *She would continue walking while smelling the flowers*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru would kind of be nervous* \"That was close\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"So how much further?\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru would sniff* \"Not far\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Okay but am I going the right way?\""
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"Eh\" *He would walk to her and shift her body a little bit to the right*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Okay thanks\" *She would continue walking*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru would seem to continue wondering until* \"That would do\" *He would say softly\""
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She wouldn't hear him but she would begin to run as she felt that they were closer to their home now*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru would notice her running and he would deside to show her something new. So he would then jump into a tre and start jumping from tree to tree at and unhumanly speed as he used his tails to help balance him*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would stop and watch him with a smile on her face and she would be clapping*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru's jumping seemed kind of animal like, like a wolf that would jump trees*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would giggle and run to try and catch up with him*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "*Kibaru would stop on a branch as he started sniffing the air, though he was still way ahead of her by now and so he waited for her to get closer*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "*She would stop running and sit on the side of the road to catch her breath*"
},
{
"author": "b.r.i.t.z",
"message": "\"You go ahead without me\" *He would say as he started jumping into another direction*"
},
{
"author": "beans16",
"message": "\"Okay bye\" *She would get up and walk to *"
}
] | 18 | 541 |
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{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold's cart would be slowly rolling down the dirt road, one he barely paid attention to as he rubbed his eyes, still tired from last night. Up ahead, there was a bend around some woods, about 20 feet to the side of the road. On the road, along the bend, would be a rut that a cart wheel could easily get stuck in. Perhaps there was a stranger nearby that could warn him..?*"
},
{
"author": "milo7520",
"message": "*So a huge elf, thin and frail. He was on a tree, he was dissimulating thanks to his racial trait. Then he allowed himself to jump in front of Leopold, warning him of the hole. The elf was not aggressive, almost drugged. He smiled slowly at her and slightly turned the cart aside.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold was startled by the elf's sudden appearance, but heeded his warning. As he turned the cart to the side to avoid the hole, Leopold slowed down.* \"Thank you for the warning! I would have spent my whole morning fixing the wheel if you didn't say something.\" *Leopold glanced to the spot of wilderness beside them.* \"You know, it's not very safe out here, especially in this area.\"\n*Things did seem to stir in the woods, specifically two figures, covered in shadow, standing further back and away from the two elves talking in the road.*"
},
{
"author": "milo7520",
"message": "The elf turned to the two shadows reported by Leopold. He replaced two locks and did nothing like this. He leaned forward slightly and took a wide, slow breath. He did not seem to worry anymore. It had the same smell as the forest and smoking herbs.\n\n \"Do you think they intend to attack you?\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold nodded, pulling his axe from his cart.* \"Maybe. I ran into some bandits along this road yesterday, this might be their friends looking for revenge.\" *As Leopold talked, the two figures separated and approached, one coming from the left, and the other from the right. They were about ten feet from the edge of the woods, and thirty feet from the two elves and the cart.* \"Can you fight?\" *Leopold asked.*"
},
{
"author": "milo7520",
"message": "\"You managed to defeat bandits, congratulations ..\" \n\n*Still with his passive air, the elf made his colleague better understand that he was an elf race, he had pulled out his claws and thanks to the magic gloves, but they were longer than normal.Leopold knew now, he was a wood elf. He smiled and waited to see the rest of the events.*\n\n \"I take a left, you right?\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold nodded and ran to the right with his axe. Milo would only have to worry about the one attacker, who was coming from the woods now. It was a single Macen, wearing a helmet and chestplate. He carried an ashwood spear in both hands, with a sword and dagger on his side. He didn't seem very brave once he stepped out onto the road, looking from Milo to the other two now fighting.* \"Y-you!\" *He called out,* \"Give me your, uh, your stuff!\""
},
{
"author": "milo7520",
"message": "* Then Milo darted, it was an arrow so fast he was. During his race, he had shouted like a savage as if to frighten the lance man. Then, just a few meters away, he used the spell \"Dissaparance\" And he became more harder to see it, creating a clone. *"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"AHH!\" *The attacker jumped back in surprise. He did not expect the elf to move so fast, and now it seemed like there were two of them. The bandit used his spear to stab at the image of Milo, the fake one that seemed like it was coming right for him.*"
},
{
"author": "milo7520",
"message": "*The image had jumped on the bandit, but that was not enough to wear, so she stopped and Milo rolled slightly to the side. He tried to touch the bandit's throat with his claws. He was doing this quickly and nimbly, his weak point being his lack of armor.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*The bandit was confused when his spear when straight through the illusion, his lunge throwing him off balance. With Milo's speed and stealth ability, the attacker did not have enough time to properly react to the sudden threat. Milo's claws slashed the front and side of the bandit's neck, who dropped his weapons and fell to the side and held his bleeding injury, loudly choking.*"
},
{
"author": "milo7520",
"message": "*Out of respect for his adversary, Milo took the spear from his hands and the assassination to not make him suffer. Then he raised his white eyes to the other elf to see if he should help him. But before thinking, he began to run by animal instinct.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*As the man would not be in any condition to defend himself, the spear would cleanly go into the bandit's neck, killing him quickly and mercifully. Milo would see Leopold panting as he wiped blood from his axe, his attacker dispatched on the floor. The Steppe Elf would extend a handshake to the Wood Elf, smiling.* \"I appreciate your help, friend. Don't think I'd want to have to deal with two by myself.\" *Among the now dead bandits were their weapons, armor, and very small pouches of silver. Leopold looked around, thinking.* \"Say, there's about 600 silver worth of stuff selling here. I'll give you 300 now and go sell all this myself, and you'll be free to head on your way. Does that sound good?\""
},
{
"author": "milo7520",
"message": "\"Do you want me to help you in your escort, is that it?\"\n\n*Milo asks, looking again at the two dead bandits. He began to help the elf steppe with armor and weapons. Then he closed his eyes and began the invocation of his faithful lama. Then he allowed himself to put the bandit's equipment in the lama's bags, smiling slowly.*\n\n\"It will help us carry those things, I think.\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold had a surprised expression on his face once again, looking at the llama that magically appeared.* \"Wow. That seems like a handy spell.\" *Leopold loaded the other half of the gear on his cart, wanting to share the burden.* \"Well, the nearest smithy is just down the road and through the town, so we can get going there now, if you'd like.\" *Their journey would be a short and quick one, with no further delay or obstacles.*"
},
{
"author": "milo7520",
"message": "\"Oh yes, this forge, well, that's a good idea.\" \n\n*He said, climbing slowly on the animal he had magically spelled. He seemed rather proud of his animal. So he opened the march to prevent holes.* \n\n\"Are you hurt?\""
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "\"Oh, no. I'm quite alright. In single combat, I can handle myself.\" *Leopold let Milo lead, leisurely following along. They'd be at their destination soon enough, and likely part ways after that.* \"We should be at the smithy shortly.\""
},
{
"author": "milo7520",
"message": "\"Very good... And what are you doing in life? Aside from being assaulted by bandits?\" \n\n*The young blond tried to look more friendly by making a little joke. He turned his back on his lama to look in Leopold's face, he seemed to trust his lama.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold laughed at the joke.* \"More than that, most days. I'm just looking for some components for an altar I'm building. I'm on a religious journey, actually. One that I imagine will take quite a while.\" *The two arrived at the smithy, and Leopold hopped off of his cart, looking towards the door of the shop.* \"I'll talk to the owner and we can get all of this sold.\""
},
{
"author": "milo7520",
"message": "*He had remained silent, finding Leopold's personal quest quite rare. He unpacked the llama bags for Leopold to sell. He lay down on the mellow animal while waiting.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Two Oni came out to collect the gear from the elves, while Leopold approached Milo.* \"As promised, 300 silver, with an extra 50 for escorting me to the smithy.\" *The Steppe Elf gave a smile, grateful for the help.* \"Well, I realized early that I went the wrong way, so I'll be heading up the road now, but it was nice to meet you... Wait, I don't think I ever asked your name.\""
},
{
"author": "milo7520",
"message": "The elf gets rid of the equipment thanks to the two onis. Then he recovered the 350 pieces of silver by turning to Leopold. My name is Milo, what about you? He said starting to make a braid with his hair. Finished, he breathed and his eyes narrowed.\n\n*If ever, you would still need an escort, I would be available.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Leopold nodded and climbed back onto his cart.* \"Thank you, Milo. My name is Leopold, and I hope to see you again someday. Stay safe out there.\" *With they, Leopold drove his cart back down the road he came from.*\n**QUEST COMPLETED**"
}
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{
"author": "striker_yuh",
"message": "*Along the same road, albeit slightly to its side in the darker areas walked the form of Nero. In the steady darkness that the night sky provided him, he walked quietly, and for the most part, completely unseen. Though he could see just fine, and move in such a way that it would be hard to find him, he, like all people, felt the need to rest. Especially since he'd been walking all day.\n\nHe was just thinking about setting up a small camp for himself when the fire caught his eye, causing him to pause for a second before he approached. As he approached, he purposefully let his footsteps become more audible, he didn't want whoever had made the fire to think they were under attack after all. Eventually he got close enough so that he was within the light cast by the fire, and he had also made sure to approach from a direction she could have seen. Though when he saw what she wore on her eyes, he realized that had probably been pointless.*\n\n\"Greetings.\" *He said to break the silence previously held by the night, with the exception of crackling embers.* \"Do you mind if I sit with you?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*One would notice the woman's head raise as they drew closer, even before speaking. She acknowledged their presence as if she could see them.*\n\"Not at all,\" *The woman said.* \"All are welcome here.\"\n*While speaking to the newcomer, her hands would continue to work on the stone. To sculpt a shape out of it, turn it into something useful.*\n\"Would you like some food or tea while you rest?\" *She'd ask afterwards.*"
},
{
"author": "striker_yuh",
"message": "*Seeing that he'd gotten permission, he gave a small nod, before making his way over to the fire, and sitting down beside it so that he was opposite from her. He'd noticed that she seemed known he was there before he actually spoke, which would seemingly indicate good hearing. But given the fact that she was carving stone, he had a sneaking suspicion it was a bit more complicated than that.*\n\n*As he sat, he removed his bow, two quivers, and pack from his back, setting them all down around him neatly. Without them, he looked decidedly average, wearing simple peasant clothing, though he wondered if she would even notice that. The only thing that wasn't so normal was the lute that sat around his lower back. As far as her question went, he shook his head, a second later realizing that it was probably a bit pointless, so instead he spoke.*\n\n\"No thank you. I have some food and drink with me, I don't want to infringe on your hospitality.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The woman nodded in acknowledgement. One would notice that her eyes are not visible; concealed under black fabric blindfolds. Yet her head seemed to follow him as he moved and sat down. At the same time, she still flawlessly worked on the stone block.*\n\"Are you heading to the settlement of Salvainia?\" *She asked, to make conversation.*"
},
{
"author": "striker_yuh",
"message": "*All things considered, Nero found the way the woman was watching him strangely eerie. At this point he was more than sure that there was some magical shenanigans going on, of course he had no idea what, he was hardly a mage. But it still felt a bit uneasy. Nevertheless, she didn't appear to make an immediate threat, and she also seemed quite preoccupied with her carving\n\nIn response to her question, he once again nodded, now having the funny feeling that she could actually tell he was doing it. As he did, he pulled out a linen package from his pack, unwrapping it to reveal some cheese, some of which he began to pick apart so he could eat it.* \"Yeah, that's where I'm headed. Unless I find somewhere else better along the road.\" *He said with a shrug, before starting to eat some of his cheese quietly.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The kettle started to whistle shortly after Nero explained where he was going. The woman set down her block and tools, then collected a cup from her side and the kettle from the fire.\nThe cup and kettle, on closer inspection, seemed to be made out of polished stone of some kind. Perhaps partially ceramic, and they had no flaws in their material whatsoever. It makes sense for either of these to be stone though, so long as they were prepared and created properly.\nA sweet-smelling aroma could be sensed as the liquid was poured out of the kettle, some being placed into the cup now. The kettle would then be set down beside the fire rather than atop it; boiling it further could damage the item, and end up likely evaporating all of the tea within.\nThe woman held up her cup, but spoke before taking a sip.* \"Are you looking for anything in particular? Work, family obligations? Or are you just travelling?\"\n*Then she'd take a sip of her tea.*"
},
{
"author": "striker_yuh",
"message": "*Though his eyes hardly moved, Nero watched as the woman poured the tea. While he knew nothing about craftsmanship or masonry, he knew that the type she was using weren't too common, or at least he thought so, he wasn't exactly a knowledgeable source. What even he, with his admittedly basic knowledge could tell however was that the tea smelled quite good. It almost tempted him to have some, but he refrained from asking.\n\nAs she went about setting the teapot to the side, he finished nibbling on the cheese, before grabbing some bread from the same linen packet, ripping it up into small pieces as he listened to her speak, and eventually answered once she'd finished.* \"Work, hopefully. Until I get some of that though, I guess its technically just travel.\" *He said with a shrug, neglecting to offer any more details than he already had, for now at least.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Ah, very well,\" *She said.* \"I myself am going out in the opposite direction, hoping to come across some towns where I can sell my stoneware and furs,\" *She would explain, taking another sip out of her tea.* \"I suppose I am travelling for the sake of work, though I do enjoy discovering new places.\"\n*She'd set her cup down beside her, then pick up the stone slab and toolset to continue working on it. The item was coming together now; a decorated and engraved round shape so far, but there was still a ways to go before its completion.*"
},
{
"author": "striker_yuh",
"message": "*Nero nodded silently as she spoke, leaving the camp in silence for a minute or so as he ate the bread he'd torn off. Eventually though he broke the silence as he began to talk again, taking a few pieces of dried fruit from the cloth before wrapping it up and putting it into his pack as he did.*\n\n\"So your some kind of trader then?\" *He inquired, nibbling on a piece of dried apple for a second before asking another question.* \"You always just make what you sell like this? On the road I mean.\""
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Zara was silent for a moment, before responding.* \"Yes. I am a stonemason and fur trader,\" *She explained. It wasn't a total lie; Zara was also a bounty hunter and monster hunter.* \"While I travel, I create things out of stone, like these cups and the kettle, and other objects.\"\n*Decorations, cookware, and other things. That was just some of the stuff Zara can create from stone. Even weapons, or ammunition for them, like spears or arrows.*\n\"Would you like anything crafted of stone, perhaps?\" *Zara questioned.* \"I could make most anything; survival equipment, stoneware, cookware... Some weapons as well, if you need them.\""
},
{
"author": "striker_yuh",
"message": "*Nero watched each movement she made as she worked on the stone. Not because he was trying to memorize and copy them, he had no use personally for that. Instead he watched incase she tried anything, doing that double time as she mentioned weapons.\n\nSeeing as she didn't try anything though, he simply shook his head in response. He was inrigued, understandably, but he had little use for what she offered. He needed what money he had, but also he figured that he didn't want to carry too much more weight.*\n\n\"No thanks. I've got everything I need. It isn't much, but I get by. Plus, I don't really have any need for weapons.\" *He said with a shrug. That was a lie of course. He had two daggers hidden on his person, and one in his pack. Not to mention the bow. But that he could pass off as a hunting weapon.* \"It's interesting that you make such things from stone, though.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Very well,\" *She said as he explained that he didn't want anything she could create.\nBy now, the stone item Zara had been crafting was coming together; it was a decorated and engraved sphere, likely for display on a fountain or suitable stand. A few more decorations or engravings, depending on its true purpose, and it would be ready to sell at a reasonable price.\nFor now she would set it down, taking a break for a moment, and places some more wood on the fire.\nShe didn't have any comment about his last sentence ~~but that's because I can't come up with what I want her to say so I gave up after an hour~~, but did acknowledge his comment.*"
},
{
"author": "striker_yuh",
"message": "*Nero nodded silently, shuffling around a bit where he sat as the rudamentary camp site fell into silence. He was fairly sure now that she didn't have any hostile intentions. Not because she seemed peaceful, more that she seemed a bit... Mundane, that was the only word that came to mind. She was simply a trader, so hopefully he wouldn't have anything to worry about.\n\nAnd with that in mind, he figured he'd probably ask if he could stick around till morning. A fire was a fire after all. Even if he wasn't a fan of its proximity to the road.*\n\n\"You mind if I stick around till morning?\" *He asked after about a minute of silence.* \"I figure there's no point starting another fire somewhere else.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Not at all,\" *Zara said, agreeing to let him stay.* \"You may use my sleeping gear if you do not have any of your own.\"\n*Zara was accommodating to other travellers, to the point of offering her gear for them to use if she needed it. Hers consisted of a small tent with a fur floor bed and thick blanket, which was likely hand crafted or custom-made. It looked comfortable.\nZara would stay beside the fire all night if there was no other option. She didn't mind either way.*"
},
{
"author": "striker_yuh",
"message": "*Nero nodded in thanks as she let him stay, but quickly changed to shake his head as she made the offer. While the prospect of at least some kind of comfort when sleeping was tempting, he didn't want to further infringe upon her hospitality. There was also the fact that he would prefer not to sleep in what was effectively someone elses bed. It always made him feel uneasy, and unsafe. The hard ground however would insure that he slept lightly.*\n\n\"Thank you, but I don't want to abuse your hospitality more than I already have. The ground is good enough for me.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Zara would nod in acknowledgement.* \"I understand. Thank you for staying, though... It is nice to have others with me when out travelling or resting at camp.\"\n*Out in the wilds... Generally Zara is on her own. Nobody to know where or how she went missing, nobody to help if she is attacked, no way out. Of course it is a given considering her primary occupation as a mercenary. Zara normally flies solo, but isn't so much of a lone wolf to refuse help from others if offered.\nIt is always good to have other people.*"
},
{
"author": "striker_yuh",
"message": "\"I understand.\" *Nero said with a nod. And really, he did. In his personal experience though, he hadn't exactly met many trustworthy people on the roads. Then again, half the time he was one of those untrustworthy people, quite ironic.*\n\n\"Since there is two of us, do you think we should take watches? We're pretty close to the road, and we have a fire, so I don't think animals will bother us. But I'm not so sure for people. Just a thought.\" *He said with a shrug, it was logical to his thinking. Then again, the idea of him sleeping while she was awake was a bit unnerving, even in suggestion.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The idea of keeping watch sounded like a fine one, in case anything comes up that may endanger the two. Yet, Zara was opting to meditate tonight, as such remaining partially aware and capable of acting on what potential threats come up within range of her Sixth Sense.\nHowever, Zara would choose to do what he suggested, as she believed his asking to do so was out of concern.*\n\"Certainly,\" *She would say.* \"I will take the first shift.\""
},
{
"author": "striker_yuh",
"message": "*Nero nodded gratefully, packing up what little he had left out before moving his pack to the side. He would have used it as a pillow, but considering some of the things that were inside it, he thought it best not to.* \"Wake me up in five hours and I'll take the next one.\" *He said with a slight yawn, moving around a few logs to prop himself up slightly as he readied to sleep.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Indeed. Sleep well, my friend,\" *Zara said.\nNow, she would spend her time meditating. In a half-sleeping state, Zara would be partially resting, while at the same time being aware of her surroundings, as opposed to how she would be if she were fully asleep. Sixth Sense doesn't work in full sleep, though sometimes she could swear it gets stronger when she meditates, which both works in her favour and against her at the same time.\nNevertheless, Zara would remain as close to awake as possible while meditating. The woman has decent control of her sleep cycle, but sometimes she ends up falling asleep while meditating anyway. The tea helps with that, normally. The specific drink she had was a slightly energising brew which would make it easier... For now.*\n\nLet's time skip. I'm boutta go to bed)$"
},
{
"author": "striker_yuh",
"message": "*After having drifted off to sleep, and remaining that way for five or so hours, Nero eventually awoke, yawning slightly as he quickly sat up and looked around. It didn't look like anything had gone wrong, so he stood up and came over to Zara, stretching a bit as he did, before giving a nod to her.* \"You should get some sleep. I'll take watch.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Zara had been in a meditative state for said 5 hours, and 'woke up', for lack of a better word, when Nero started waking up.*\n\"Very well,\" *She answered. She'd then make her way over to her tent and bed, and climb in.\nBefore actually sleeping though, she'd tell Nero about the tea;* \"If you are still tired, you may have some of the tea. It is an energising brew.\""
},
{
"author": "striker_yuh",
"message": "*Nero nodded in understanding, but as he sat down he didn't take any. He'd stay on the cautious side for now. The annoying thing for him was that the fire actually made his vision worse, as he found it hard to see anything in the darkness when his eyes were used to the light. But he didn't want to leave to sit outside of it either, that would be suspicious. So instead he just kept watch where he was, strumming his lute every now and again as he waited, and watched patiently.*"
}
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{
"author": "striker_yuh",
"message": "*Eventually, dawn came on Nero's watch. And though the rays of the sun had not yet graced the camp, it was time to get up. So he stood up from where he'd been sitting, stretching a bit to get his muscles working properly before walking over to Zara's tent, and tapping on the pole slightly to wake her.* \"Dawn's here.\" *He simply said, that was all he needed to say after all.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Zara woke up promptly after Nero tapped on her tent, and after a moment would crawl out and stand up with a stretch.*\n\"Thank you for staying,\" *She said.* \"I am going to pack up and continue on. You can take my stoneware if you wish; I can make more for myself later.\"\n*Bonus; being able to create survival equipment helps Zara to lighten the load when she's travelling, so long as she has stone at her disposal. Her preferred camping spots are stone deposits and such where she knows she can retrieve the stone she needs to make the items.\nNow, Zara would start collapsing her tent and rolling the gear back up. Collecting what she needs, before departing eventually.*"
},
{
"author": "striker_yuh",
"message": "*Nero nodded, though he didn't take the offered stoneware. He preferred to travel light, plus, hopefully he'd be in the city when he next needed to stop, and there he could get pretty much anything he needed. With or without coin.*\n\n\"No thanks, I don't have any more room in my pack at the moment. Anyway, thanks for the hospitality, and good luck in your travels.\" *He said with a nod towards her, as he began to collect his own belongings from where he'd left them.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Zara finally picked up her gear and attached it to her travel bag, which she'd then sling over her back. It didn't take long for her to do it; packing and rolling and tying up a tent and sleeping bag, and collecting the stonemasonry equipment, was all she needed to do.*\n\"Farewell, friend,\" *Zara said, then taking her leave.*"
},
{
"author": "striker_yuh",
"message": "\"Farewell.\" *Nero said back, before turning and going his own way, all of his equipment now back on his back again. Once he was confident that he wouldn't be heard, he quietly began to play his lute as he walked, whistling a small tune as he went as well.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "**Zara departs from the Scene**"
},
{
"author": "striker_yuh",
"message": "**Nero does the same**"
},
{
"author": "mikokumi",
"message": "The sound of horse hooves clacking against the road could be heard as Miriel's wagon slowly pulled into view. The wagon seemed to be going at a moderate pace as they traveled since Miriel wasn't in any sort of rush.\n\nThe young girl sat down at the front of the wagon, currently dressed in wine red long sleeved blouse and white skirt. It wasn't too impractical for an adventure in her humble opinion. She looked a bit fancy in compared to her wagon however.\n\nShe eventually noticed someone walking alongside the road, and she would slow her wagon down to a stop beside him.\n\n\"Are you alright? This rode is awfully long. You just seem tired.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Now the man walking along this road appeared relatively normal from afar. You see, he appeared human. Pale skin, short, dark brown hair and seemingly wore a long, dark blue robe that covered down to his ankles, and on his feet he wore seemingly normal black shoes. When the wagon had pulled up to his side, he turned his head to look in the being's direction, his bright, golden yellow eyes met with her red ones.\n\nThe man had near perfect complexion on his skin, except he was somewhat red on his cheeks from having wandered beneath the sun for who knows how long. His eyes met hers and he raised one of his eyebrows, his eyes soon investigating the woman's attire. It seemed... Odd to say the least.\n\nPerhaps she was noble. \n\nHis eyes soon looked back to meet her gaze and he spoke, his voice a deep rumble.\n\n**\"Kind of you to stop by my side out of concern. I am tired.\"**\n\nHis eyes held some sort of... Supernatural aura to them. With a set of eyes so golden, one would think they didn't belong on a human being. Because they don't.\n\nBecause he's not a human being, but this disguise was good enough to make her believe he was.*"
},
{
"author": "mikokumi",
"message": "\"Well of course its my concern- kinda my job to be concerned about people. Are you heading to the capital? You could hop in the back and join me.\"\n\nThere was definitely something... Ominous about him. She could tell that he wasn't exactly normal. But, he didn't seem to have malicious intentions so she didn't see why she couldn't help.\n\n\"I have some food back there if you're hungry. \"\n\nShe would vaguely gesture towards the back of her wagon\n\n\"I'm Miriel by the way.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Food you say? He liked the sound of that, and the sound of it being in the back rather than in the front with her. But what's the point in stealing if she is offering it to him? Hm, he'll act humble and that he isn't too hungry, meanwhile he'll swipe a few bits and pieces here and there. But let's see.\n\nPerhaps he'll have a change of heart. Highly unlikely.\n\nHe nodded his head to her.\n\n**\"I will take you up on that offer, miss Miriel.\"**\n\nAh yes, act the gentleman.\n\n1 and a half.\n\nHe turned his body and he stepped his way into the back of the wagon, his horn and his lute gently knocking at his sides as he stepped into the wagon. He wasn't large, he was actually quite small, approximately 5ft6 in height, so he wouldn't exactly deter the wagon in any way as he stepped in.\n\nAlas, he soon got into the back of the wagon, his eyes taking in every detail around him.\n\nWhat do we have here...?*"
},
{
"author": "mikokumi",
"message": "Once he hopped into the back she would tug on the reigns, her horses moving forwards and carrying the wagon behind them. She would keep her eye on the road, but she listened quietly as he looked through her things.\n\nThere was some ale tucked away, protected by some fabric so the bottle wouldn't break. Her bread was stored in a bag and appeared to be of high quality. She also had a cheese wheel that she recently purchased. She also had some eggs and dried fruit. She didn't really care what he ate as long as he didn't eat too much."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*His eyes traced over every detail in this wagon, humming a small bit in thought. He brought his head close to investigate a little closer before he brought his head back before looking at the other things in the wagon.\n\nIt seemed so little to him. While a large majority of his inner being didn't exactly care much for whether or not he was going to eat all her food, part of him genuinely didn't want to leave her foodless. Something told him to not do that.\n\n... But Kaimarir is a bad boy. He listens to no one. Not even his own sense of right.\n\nHis arms reached out and he took a small bit of bread, while his other hand sneakily stuffed the rest of the loaf under his robes. The dried fruit would be good, so while he ate a small bit for now, his hand swiped a large portion of the dried fruit and placed it within the pockets of his robes.\n\n1 left.\n\n1 what? 1 hour.\n\nAfter his swiping of some goods, he sat himself down and he ate the rest of the dried fruit he had taken, his eyes continuing to look in the back of this wagon with attentive eyes.*"
},
{
"author": "mikokumi",
"message": "She sighed in annoyance as she listened to him rummaging in her food. She would look back to see him pocketing some of the food. Miriel would look back at the road and frown a little.\n\n\"If you needed that much food you could have just asked. I already gave you permission to eat- it makes no sense to steal when I'm offering.\"\n\nHer voice was very stern when she spoke, lecturing him on his weird and frankly pretty rude behavior. \n\n\"Are you like, okay?\"\n\nShe was still concerned however"
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*...\n\nAgain, it didn't exactly click that, hey, it was okay, no need to steal. He just had to, it was a compulsion. An impulse, to say the least. So for her to call it out kinda made him snap out of that 'I gots ta steal' attitude.\n\n**\"... Perfectly fine.\"** He said as he filled his mouth with the dried fruit in some attempt to conceal that things were not actually fine.\n\nHe was stressing, mostly because time was slowly ticking for him and was running out. He can only keep this disguise for too long.\n\nEventually, he swallowed his food and looked back to her.\n\n**\"An impulse. Sorry.\"** He said finally and rather quickly.*"
},
{
"author": "mikokumi",
"message": "\"Ah- a thief then? If it makes you feel better I've stolen money too. I stole money from my family before I fled. You aren't completely alone when it comes to being a thief.\"\n\nShe tried her best to like... Reassure him. He seemed a bit odd, but people who are stranded in the middle of nowhere usually are. \n\n\"You can keep as much as you need, but don't take my food if you're just going to waste it. \n\nAh- also, can you pass me some bread? I forgot to eat this morning.\""
}
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Kaimarir looked up towards her and immediately lost the look he had on his face, the human looking creature seemingly changing his mood like a woman. He wasn't though, he was merely hiding his thoughts and feelings. It wasn't her business to know what he thought.\n\n**\"No reason. I don't usually get to meet such... Welcoming guests.\"** He spoke with a slight hint of spite, but he shook his head. **\"Nevertheless, perhaps I'm used to the more angered audience.\"**\n\nAnd he was.\n\nHe always got nasty looks from people, especially when he was in his true appearance. Hence he never exactly felt comfortable about his appearance, and had to change it. Though, today, he was coming to the end of his transformation.\n\nHe didn't have long left, and he genuinely was straining.*"
},
{
"author": "mikokumi",
"message": "\"Oh- that makes sense I suppose. Personally I'm just one of those weirdo hippies who go around helping people. Its something that makes me happy.\"\n\nMiriel simply shrugged as she took another swing at her bottle, her gaze lingering over him. He seemed... Strained and uncomfortable, so she leaned forwards and handed the bottle to him.\n\n\"You seem uncomfortable, so have a drink. It tends to help me relax.\"\n\nNormally she would be a bit more greedy with her alcohol, but she was feeling generous."
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Oh dear. Alcohol? Being given to him? This wasn't going to be a such a good idea. Everything told him to not take it.\n\n... But he did anyway, nodding his head to her in thanks. He took a small sip and then gave the bottle back to her.\n\n**\"Agh, thanks, miss.\"** He spoke as he leaned back.\n\nThe need to lose this form and revert to his normal self was strong. He had about 30 minutes left of this form, should he risk it and change sooner?\n\n.\n.\n.\n\nYeah.\n\nHe shook his head like a dog fresh out of water and his body smoked out, plumes of pale smoke that was the same color as his skin faded in the air and what was left behind was... More of demonic human being. A demonic creature.\n\nA Red Oni.\n\nRed Onis are supposed to look brute and muscular, but from first glance at this man, he wasn't big, nor was he a brute by any means, but he might appear like a being that could grow muscles at any second. He couldn't, but if he can change his form, perhaps...?\n\nNo.\n\nRegardless, the horned creature opened his bright yellow eyes and he looked at Miriel, now a look of uncertainty on his face.\n\n**\"... Sorry.\"**\n\nHis voice stayed deep though, so that was good.*"
},
{
"author": "mikokumi",
"message": "Her eyes widened in surprise as his body became shrouded with smoke. When he finally revealed his true form she would stare at him curiously. When her eyes finally met his she would sigh and smile reassuringly.\n\n\"That explains your eyes- I was wondering why they were golden. Normal humans don't typically have golden eyes.\"\n\nNot that she was one to judge. She looked relatively odd for a human.\n\n\"You don't need to apologize, really. I don't care about what you are, you needed help so I helped. I still feel the same way.\""
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{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*Kaimarir raised an eyebrow at this lady before he looked to the floor of the wagon.\n\nThe fact this woman seemed to nonchalant about Kaimarir, his appearance and his occupation, seemed to baffle him. He wasn't prepared for such a welcoming human being, and in his mind he wanted to give her every reason to hate him. He was used to pushing people away, so for her to just sit and take this with the power of a champion, he was confused. Mortally confused.\n\nHis eyes moved up to look at her again.\n\n**\"I suppose same could be said for your eyes.\"**\n\nA being with red eyes isn't typical. Alas, he thought he could use her own words against her in some strange way to make her dislike him.\n\nAgain, he's used to dislike. He isn't used to the nature she gave off.\n\nHis tail flicked slightly irritably before he leaned his head back and ate some of the cheese he had yoinked earlier.\nWhy would anyone on the planet want to help __him__ of all people?*"
},
{
"author": "mikokumi",
"message": "\"Ah- yes that is true. You see, I suffer from albinism. It means that I lack any and all melanin in my body. It is what made my hair like... This.\"\n\nShe picked at some of her white hair absentmindedly. \n\n\"It also made me really pale and sensitive to the sun, and my vision is rather poor. Since we are close by I can see you alright, but if you were far away you would look like a red blob.\"\n\nMiriel would then shrug and look down at herself. He was correct about her looking unusual, especially for a human. She use to be insecure about it even though her parents constantly called her special.\n\n\"I was constantly told that I looked beautiful and unique because of my appearance. I feel the same way about you.\"\n\n*Too bad the same people who told me that sold me to a stupid abusive sack of shit-*\n\nAaaaa- she looked a tad annoyed now thinking back on her family, but she quickly focused her attention back to him.\n\n\"Either way I dont care what you look like or what you are. Sure there are shitty people out there, but I believe almost everyone is at least mildly decent in some way. You may be a thief, but I doubt you eat babies.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*At first he found himself rather flattered. She felt relatively positive about his appearance? This horned bugger was actually feeling touched for once in his life. He felt that, perhaps, the labels that people made of him were made by people that had no other way of reacting to his different looks. He thought everyone looked at him the same way his adoptive village looked at him.\n\nDisgusting, demonic and weird.\n\nAlas, it was a breath of fresh air to find someone not like that.\n\nSomeone... Different in her own strange way. Sure, the albinism was, indeed, appealing to his eyes, even with its unfortunate circumstances being sensitive to sunlight and poor vision. He quite liked her appearance. Not in some creepy way, but in the way that one would look at a canvas filled with art.\n\nHe then heard the last statement and he actually found that quite funny. He scoffed before he gave a faint chuckle, lowering his head a bit before raising it back up.\n\n**\"That's a new one, and very specific. Sounds like you've met someone who does eat babies.\"** He laughed softly, even though the possibility was entirely there, he didn't believe she had met that type of person.*"
},
{
"author": "mikokumi",
"message": "\"If I have they certainly haven't told me. Baby eating is where I draw the line man. Murderers? Sure. Thieves? Why not. Baby eaters? Gross. Go away.\"\n\nShe giggled in an amused manner, feeling rather pleased that she managed to make him laugh. It was nice to see him happy.\n\n\"I'm glad I was able to help you laugh. You looked so upset before- the laugh suits you.\"\n\nA small blush came across her cheeks as she realized how flirtatious it sounded, and she would cover her face in embarrassment.\n\n\"Aaaaaaaa- sorry!\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*... Oh.\n\nO h.\n\nHis face was red, duh that was his skin color, however one does not remember seeing a faint shade of pink along his cheeks. Was he blushing himself?\n\nAbsolutely, 100%. He only really realized how pink his cheeks were when he felt the heat that went with it. He raised his hand up and placed it against his cheek, feeling the heat before he lowered his hand beside him. He wasn't expecting such a comment, at all. Though he can't just sit in silence and accept such a comment, can he? \n\nHe's not socially prepared for such, but...\n\n**\"Uh, hey, it's... It's fine.\"** He said this with a faint smile, not at all showing the mild nervousness he had behind the smile.*"
},
{
"author": "mikokumi",
"message": "\"Okay-\"\n\nShe hesitantly peaked through her fingers, looking at him nervously before pulling her hands away. She would finally meet her gaze and huff before awkwardly standing up.\n\n\"Well- I should get back to running the carriage. You wanted to get into the city correct? Or are you kinda just drifting along like I am.\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He gave a faint shrug of the shoulders, leaning back and pulling his lute and horn out, setting those to his side for now before he took the lute and brought it to his lap.\n\n**\"Finding some place I can feel cozy in. Somewhere where the people aren't going to kick me to the curb. Or have good eyes to see me take things.\"** He looked to the lute, tuning it before looking back to her. **\"In other words, yeah, just roaming around. Just kick me out when you're bored of me.\"**\n\nHe didn't. Why should he? The girl seems relatively welcoming to him, why should he waste time and effort in deceiving her?\n\n**\"Oh uh... Name's Kaimarir Valmenos, by the way. 'Kai' for short if you're struggling.\"**\n\nHe was even comfortable enough to not hide his entire name around her. Usually he'd just ask people to call himself 'Kai'. But it seemed more appropriate to mention his full name.*"
},
{
"author": "mikokumi",
"message": "\"Its a pleasure to meet you Kai, my name is Miriel Edelfelt... I don't remember if I said that before.\"\n\nDid she??? She couldn't remember. Miriel's memory kinda sucked. Anyways- she went back to focusing on what she wanted to ask originally.\n\n\"Well I guess I won't be kicking you out. You can join me as I travel around and offer my medicinal services. Now- I'm going to lead the carriage, do you wanna sit back here or join me up front?\""
},
{
"author": ".sneezyanus.",
"message": "*He hummed a bit in thought at the last question, looking to the strings of his lute before back at her.\n\n**\"I'll stay here. I'd rather be playing my music without the eyes of an audience. Not that I don't enjoy your company.\"**\n\nIn other words, tough guy Kaimarir struggles with stage fright. Cute.\nHe sat a bit more comfier up against the wall of the wagon, bending his one leg so he could lean on it while his other leg stayed down straight against the floor. He strummed on one of the strings to ensure the tune was correct.\n\nDriing.\n\nYeah, it sounded fine. Onto the next string tuning.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann quite enjoys the scenery around this area. Better than the constant rolling hills back at home in the Khanate. Inns, farms, storage houses, and barracks intruige him to no end. The rouncey Almann purchased a few days ago trots along the wider cobblestone walkways in one of the more trafficked avenues heading out of the city when it's startled by the lumbering Breyer carrying heavy goods to a storage building. The horse rears and hits some of the goods the Breyer is carrying, but goes back to resting position once more after Almann calms her down._\n\n***\"Sorry there, gets a bit startled when seeing creatures your size. Your name?\"*** _Almann's accent is strange, it's not quite the accent of a normal human, but not quite another accent one might be familiar with..._\n\n_Almann unmounts the horse and attempts to help the Breyer pick up the goods fallen... To no avail. He attempts again, his face turning a deep red as he struggles to pick up the cargo. In the end, they're just too heavy, and he has to give up the endeavor._"
},
{
"author": "mikokumi",
"message": "\"Alright, have fun.\"\n\nShe eventually climbed up to the front and grabbed onto the reigns. She would flick her wrist and gently whip them, and her horses would surge forwards as they headed towards the"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The large brayer was indeed just minding his business delivering his deliveries via well made cart to a specific storage Building near the road. He finally stopped when he reached his destination lowering his Iron bound cart making it immovable, the brayer would start to unload the heavy goods from the cart. After a couple of crates were unloaded the Brayer would get a shock when he noticed some of the goods got knocked off due to a certain horse panicking but would calm down shortly after. The large white brayer would take a couple of steps towards the man who seemed to be quite kind for trying to help him out, He would give the man a hand by lifting the crate of goods with some to little effort, after that the brayer would face the man to reply to his question.* \n\n\"Oh, it's fine no biggy. I've experienced that before but with goats, they tend to get aggressive and competitive. Oh, and my name's Cretan. Thank you for being generous, people don't tend to do that every day.\" *Cretan said at first with a little shyness noticeable as he scratched his head as he spoke with a deep baritone voice with a fluent southern accent before raising and extending his hand for a handshake. The white brayer didn't mind the stranger's accent at all, he's actually quite intrigued.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann's hands were larger among the elven peoples he lived with his entire life, but he'd never seen the paws of any sort of intelligent creature like this. The only thing he can think of were werebeasts that would harass the livestock of the horde he traveled with. Nonetheless, he attempts to shake Cretan's hand._\n\n***\"Almann. Almann Jek. Say, what's business like in the city? Looking for a place to set up shop.\"***\n\n_Cretan would notice that the horse has some tools and materials and other things loaded onto it._"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Cretan would end the handshake shortly after receiving Almann's hand, he would then lower his arm and would continue on with the encounter. He noticed that the horse had loads of tools, equipment and materials loaded on it. This man must be some sort of blacksmith, which would make sense since his hands are quite large compared to your average Macen or Elf. When the white Bull heard his name he would get curios where this man comes from since his name seemed quite foreign and he came here for work, this might be a good chance for Cretan to get more clients to work with.* \n\"Almann Jek, it's my First time hearing a name of such, you seem quite foreign to this place and you're looking for somewhere to set up shop? First of all the businesses here are quite busy everyday due to local people being active most of the time and even foreign people as well, but I've never heard a name like yours. Anyways, I suggest that you set up shop somewhere in the city near the streets where people are always active, and I would love to work with you as well if needed of course, due to me mostly delivering heavy duty things which you might need to deliver or to be delivered to.\" *The Brayer said with a lively Expression encountering someone near the roads and paths who soon might be a costumer, but that depends on Almann, since he makes his own decisions.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "_Almann notices the excitement from Cretan. The Brayer must be itching to get more business..._\n\n***\"Aye, thanks. I'm from the Silnarian Khanate, by the way, raised by the elvish hordes of Northern Silnaria. My mentor is skilled in small crafts, trinkets, and accessories. It was odd being an Earth Macen among all the Silnarian Elves. Say, you work as a lone business goer or do you work for a guild? Perhaps you know a place I could get a good deal on a stall or lease a shop?\"***"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Cretan was excited because he was happy to meet someone that might be a future friend who he can work with, not more businesses.*\n\n\"Oh.. I've heard of that place before, but I don't know where and what it is sadly, but I am intrigued to hear that you were a Macen among Elves who was raised a by mentor skilled in such things which you probably adapted as well. I actually work as a line business goer but I do know some people who own some places that are for lease."
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "\"I'd be willing to pay or offer some services for such information. Need to start somewhere right?\"\n\n_He re-saddles his horse_"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Go straight and follow the road until you see a sign that indicates where the City of Slavainia is and take the path towards it, after that you'll just need to find a large sign with bread and bakery; go inside and ask if the owner is there, if he is ask him if you could take the empty shop a few feet away from his and Say that I'm the one who sent you, he'll give you a free week to setup your shop and Say that I'm a friend Cretan's, and no, there's no need for payment, just take it as a token of appreciation for stopping by.\" \n\n*Cretan would then continue to unload his deliveries gently from his cart, he seemed quite happy that he helped out a fellow being.*"
},
{
"author": ".rybus",
"message": "***Thanks much. I wont forget it.***\n\n_He rides towards the nearest gate entrance to the city._"
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*On her way to who knows where... Well, she knew where she was going, but her destination was really nowhere in particular.\nZara travelled the roads of Salvainia. She'd opt to pass through towns and the like to sell her stoneware and services. Quite a bit of value can be made from stone cookware and the like.\nHow long has she been walking...? After Nero left, Zara put out the fire and continued on. Seems like one can easily lose track of time, walking for so long.\nHopefully the next town wasn't too far along.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*One town after another. Stoneware were popular, and much could be made from selling them, but an efficient merchant like Zara will have to keep venturing to new market. Perhaps she could go to the capital, where she definitely won't have to move - the capital is an endless pool of customers, after all..\n\nIn front of her 50 feet, a four-armed mothman wearing a **Steel cuirass and kettle helmet** - without their signature unusable wing, was sitting on a piece of rock, with a sword by his side, and a shield on his back. Strapped to their cuirass were numerous throwing darts*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*At 50 feet, Zara's constant radial Sixth Sense wouldn't detect anything as it has a range of 30 feet. However, Zara had her sense to be focused forward, giving it four times the range at a quarter of the radius, which allowed her to spot the armoured man.\nAt first, Zara was uncertain as to whether or not he was a danger or not. He could be a patrolling law enforcer... But then again, he may not be.\nShe'd stop in place and watch him for now, to see what he might do... How he may act. Zara doesn't want to fight if she doesn't need to.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The mothman stood up, turning toward Zara and eyeing her up and down, trying to see what kind of armour or protection she wore.\n\nHe waved at Zara from far away.*\n\n\"Haaaaaaaail, traveler!\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He seemed friendly, but Zara doesn't often trust anybody unless they prove goodwill.*\n\"Good day, sir,\" *She called back, acknowledging his presence. Now a bit more comfortable, Zara continued coming a bit closer.\nAs of current, Zara wore no more than standard garb fit for a traveller. Adaptable for the heat or cold, with belts and straps to carry cargo and equipment. No notable armour to speak of, but Zara had a spell for extra defence as needed.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The mothman made an exagarrated, 180 degrees bow toward Zara.*\n\n\"Greetings traveller, is there anything I can help you with?\" *He reached with one hand behind his back, unstrapping his shield, while the other drew sword, and his upper arms grabbed a paior of war dart.*\n\n\"Put down your belongings or die!\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*As expected, he wasn't to be trusted. As soon as Zara noticed he was reaching for his weapons, she'd remove and release her cargo, placing it on the ground carefully as to not damage any belongings, then step forward, leaving the bags on the side of the road.\nAs Zara moves forward, she would take her right hand and bring it upon the hilt of the Serene Katana on her hip, and hold the scabbard with the other, and release it from her side to hold the weapon and scabbard together by hand.\nThen she'd activate one of its enchantments, to transform the weapon into the Morphic Kanabo, a large, heavy blunt weapon of metal and wood, with studded spikes along its surface. Zara would then move the kanabo up, and rest it over her shoulder, in a stance that doesn't impede her while she moves, as the fighters are too far apart to engage in melee combat at the moment.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The Qua looked at the large Kanabo in her hand, and then backed off a bit from her.*\n\"You want fight!? I'll sell your crippled body to the slaver!\" *The Qua scoffed, and then his kite shield to cover his front.*\n\n*Moment later, he threw one of the lead dart in his hand at Zara, aiming squarely at her torso. The dart was about four ounces in weight, fletched, with a steel broad tip. His other upper arm still held a second lead dart in the ready. Assuming he don't interrupt, his now empty upper left hand would grab another dart from his belt.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Zara made sure to keep an eye on his upper arm that carries the throwing darts. Making sure to keep track of it would help her to make a decision as to when to rush him down, such as when he does not currently have a dart in his hand, as well as to be aware of when to dodge.\nThat in mind, Zara would move aside to evade the dart, then begin to rush toward her foe and get in closer.\nIf Zara manages to get in close enough to strike, she would make a spin and swing out with the kanabo. The spin she performs would give it extra force, which likely increases the chance of staggering if the weapon was blocked. Otherwise, she would have nothing to do for the remainder of the turn.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The Qua took a backstep as she moved aside to evade the dart. His other hand was still grabbing the dart, as Zara charged in toward him - making it hard to change course for a second dodge, he threw another dart, this time aimed at Zara's torso also. \n\nRight afterward, he raised his shield to block the hit from the Kanobo, turning it aside in an attempt to deflect the hit. It impacted him, making him take two hurried, barely balanced step backward at the force of the impact. As soon as he recovered, he swung his sword diagonally at her forearm, which is probably exposed after such a heavy swing*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Zara moves aside to avoid the dart that he throws before her kanabo swing, though it's up to GM discretion as to whether or not she gets hit. Keep in mind that Zara was keeping an eye on that arm, so she might have been able to expect it.\n-\nAfter striking with her kanabo and knocking him off balance, Zara performed a backstep to get away and avoid his blade. Then continuing to attack, she'd move forward again and swing the kanabo up and overhead to slam down upon him. Much more force at her disposal, but a whiff would leave her wide open most likely.\nIn hindsight, Zara realises that she should have activated Stoneskin some time ago. She'll remind herself to do that later though, when she gets the chance.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*Unfortunately for Zara, she would be too committed to moving forward for her to suddenly stop moving forward and step aside to dodge the dart. It would cut into her body, penetrating shallowly into a spot below her ribcage, stopped by one of her bone. Good thing it didn't puncture her lung.*\n\n*The bug man watched her as she dodged her blade, and then moved forward while exposing her entire body with an overhead swing. Instead of waiting for her to swing down the mighty club, the Qua charged forward, slamming his shield into her body, with the upper edge slammed against her chin- right where the dart from earlier would be stuck, and made a thrust toward the side of her torso with his sword*"
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hit by the shield bash, Zara lost her stance and staggered away, due to the stun from the strike hitting her chin, and that of the shield digging the dart in deeper.\nThough she knew she should stick to the kanabo, Zara recognised that she was wasting her time attempting to use it on this enemy; he was too alert and swift, intercepting her attempts to attack. So instead of keeping the kanabo out, Zara would have it morph back to the normal Katana. Less weight, more ability to move and dodge. She had an idea in doing this as well, but first she'll have to deal with her foe's attacks.\nWhile her weapon was transforming back, as it takes some time to do so, Zara stepped aside to avoid his thrust attack, then moved back to get a bit of distance. With some space between herself and her foe, Zara took the dart out of her chest and left it on the ground, then shifted her clothes to makeshift bandage the wound - pressing bunched-up fabric in her hand against the wound to slow the bleeding until she can get patched up.\nNow Zara would return to stance, holding the katana ahead of herself with both hands in a mid-height stance. She was ready to continue on.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The thrust after the shield bash missed her with her nimble dodge. The Qua prepared to charge forward, following up on the previous attack as she morphed her kanabo into a sword. At this point, he realized he was in fact, attempting to rob a magical user. He don't know what tricks she has up her sleeves...\n\nInstead of pressing on and attacking her while she ripped a sharp object out of her own body, he turned around and ran as far as he could, while still holding his weapons in his arm. One arm grabbed a second dart as he ran, just in case.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Zara considered whether the Qua was routed and running away from the fight, or whether he was running to get some distance and keep throwing darts.\nWhichever the case, Zara decided to take the safer option and give chase to her foe. Best to not let him get too much distance from her so he's safe throwing darts.\nBefore actually proceeding to run however, Zara would cast her unique Stoneskin spell - a sidegrade of Steelskin. Stoneskin grants slightly less defence than Steelskin, but does not impede movement. This spell would last the same duration for four turns, and for Zara, it costs 15 Mana being her cost-reduced Earth spell.\nNow with increased defence for the next four Turns, Zara would give chase to her foe, running toward him quickly to chase him down.*\n\n`Zara's Mana: 100 85`"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The Qua continued running as quickly as he can - although Zara had superior aerobic capacity - he hoped the fact that she just yanked a sharp object out of her and was injured would slow her down. The Qua himself was quite fast - just as fast as Zara without armour, and so far endurance has not come into play. She is making a few feet of progress.*"
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Zara inevitably decided to stop giving chase. Slowed from injury, and even despite that still being slightly faster than the routed enemy, she decided it wasn't worth it chasing down a fleeing bandit.\n...Assuming he is truly fleeing. If during the next turn the foe truly has abandoned combat and attempted to escape, Zara would move her katana and scabbard - both still connected to each other as she hasn't redrawn it after the morphs - back to her hip and reattach it. If it were also possible, Zara would deactivate her Stoneskin spell early, but again, only if her foe has truly left combat.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The mothman seemed to have no intention to continue combat, and instead ran off into the distance. Oh hey, it looks like he dropped a brown pouch on the ground in his hurry to escape.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Zara focused on the pouch to identify that it was a dropped item. Before actually going over to pick it up, Zara returned to her cargo and gear to pick them back up, then would make her way to the bag.\nBefore actually picking up the bag however, Zara would take precautions so as to ensure it wasn't a trap. Instead of deactivating Stoneskin - can be explained by Zara noticing and planning on this in advance as the pouch was dropped - she'd leave it active. Taking up her Serene Katana, Zara would transform it into the Morphic Yari, keep her distance, and reach out toward the sack to poke it softly with the blade. She wasn't going to cut it open... Yet.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The sack, being an inanimate pouch of canvas, did not react at all to her poking. It seems it jiggled a bit when she poked it with the katana.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Something inside seems to be moving. An animal?\nZara transformed her Yari back into the Serene Katana and returned it to her hip, then moved closer to pick up the sack, and look inside...*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*There was a small, bouncy transparent ball, roughly the size of her palm. It seems to have completely unknown property and its only purpose seems to be bouncing... It seems to be made by magical mean\n\nThere's also a single gold coin on the bottom of the pouch, along with seven copper of changes*\n\n*Now that she has retrieved the pouch and her enemy had fled, maybe it is a good time to treat the wounds properly and seek healing before the wound get any worse.*\n\n*Zara might've felt she learned something from the fight.*\n\n***QUEST COMPLETE***\n\n***Loot:***\n+ 1 Progression Point\n+ 1 gold\n+ 7 copper\n+ 1 Random, palm-sized, transparent magical bouncing ball of no practical use whatsoever"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Zara looked at the ball. Seems to be a toy of some kind, but she could feel magic... Fortunately there was something more useful within; some coin.\nShe'd take the coin out and put it in her own coin purse, and keep the ball in the bag which she'd place in her personal inventory/cargo. With that, Zara then decided to continue on her way to her destination; the next town, wherever it may be.*"
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{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "The party would arrive at the path after walking through the main road - a massive, roman-style road with dirt road on the sides for wagon to use. The side road was just an unpaved, somewhat unmaintained dirt path. Thanksfully, it was still navigable in this weather...\n\nSome three hundred feet ahead, they could spot a group of three wooden golems and one man, one of the golem is waving a sword around, and the other two seems to be pilfering the belongings of the poor man - who had a horse-drawn wagon behind him."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He had continued to follow them until seeing the situation and walking ahead. He drew his sword and continuously got faster until he got close, slowing as he held his gladius at his side. He was used to fighting one opponent at a time, face to face. Three at once would be much more strenuous for him. Maybe it was a good idea to bring the other two with him.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*His fellow companion tailed behind him, using him as a shield against the danger ahead. They raised their kite shields to protect their torso, exposing only their head to the enemies. \n\nThey approached within 100 feet before one of the Kuilei noticed them. One of them immediately kicked the robbed man to the ground, and then kneed him in the stomach. It let out a raspy, unnatural, high-pitched screech, and then glanced at the group of adventurers. They ran away behind the wagon, around a bend in the road 80 feet ahead. The vegetations obscured their presence.*\n\n*At a glance, all of the Kuileis were carrying leather-faced kite shields, and an arming sword around 0.9m long. Two of them carried a mace.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Pretty much ignoring the people he was travelling with he walked up to the wagon and began to inspect it, considering that the kuilei had retreated slightly. Looking for a disposable weapon was a good idea, although he had no idea what the contents of the wagon were.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The man who probably owned the wagon was groaning in pain, clutching at his stomach. He turned toward the armoured man, putting one hand on the ground to support himself as he spoke with laboured breath,*\"...Oh, are you... Hah... Adventurers?\" \n\n*He grabbed the edge of the cart, supporting himself up. The wagon contained a large amount of arms and armour being shipped to the capital. Multiple sword blanks, and a few dozens throwing javelins, around a pound in weight*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Yeah... Is there a good sword in here somewhere? Run me through every high quality weapon you have.\"\n*He reluctantly helped the man onto the cart.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*He accepted his help, climbing on with another groan. After a few seconds spent panting, he ruffled through the belongings.*\n\n\"Well, you saved me here. This should be useful.\" *He grabbed two of the javelins - all of them were fletched, designed to be used by unskilled hand. Then he searched through his own wagon, trying to find something more useful for... Someone in full plate.*\n\n\"I've got a pollaxe here.\" *He pointed at a 1.7 meters long pollaxe, with a reverse hammer head, an axe head and a long spike.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"That'll work for this. If it survives ill return it to you post-quest.\"\n*He accepted the poleaxe, taking it in his left hand. He was just barely strong enough to wield it correctly in one hand.*\n\n*Luckily for him he had enough experience with spears to be able to use the poleaxe.*\n\n\"You better arm the other two with something too. It would be... Bad? If they were to die. I guess.\""
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"They looks just fine with their sword and shields.\" *The man said.*\n\n*The two confident-looking man walked up to the wagon, with one of them patting Zekkuu hard on the shoulders,*\"Comon! Let's go, it's just a bunch of wooden golem, if they escape we can't get our bounty!\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Whatever.\"\n*He took a jump like step away from the wagon and began walking towards where the golems had retreated to. Now armed with a shortsword and poleaxe, along with his good armour he looked basically un-killable.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The two adventurers trailed behind him again. After a moment, the golems would be in sight again. There were a grand total of five of the wooden golem arranged in a shieldwall formation, now three of them carried mace. They were 40 feet in front of them.\n\nThe two golems in the centre parted way, revealing a taller, 1.8m tall golem. It is made out of stone, and seems to be wearing mass-produced almain rivet armour, covering its head, chest, thighs and upper arms. It held a long polehammer in its hands, and a longsword on its belt.*\n\n*The two adventurers behind Zekkuu audibly gulped.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He smirked under his helmet. This was what he was accustomed to. One strong opponent, as opposed to a cluster of weaker ones.*\n\"Think you can keep the wooden ones off of me?\"\n*He started walking towards the golems, almost casually.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The two adventurers doesn't look too confident, but Joe decided to step up.*\n\n\"O-of course!\" *He said, drawing his sword and following the Zekkuu. The stone golem strolled forth to meet his challenge, polehammer in hand - it was about the same length as Zekkuu's newly acquired poleaxe*\n\n*The golem let out a command in Silnarian.*\n\n\"Two on the weaklings. One of you help me.\" *Two wooden golems took off to fight each of his companion, keeping them at bay. Another followed behind the stone golem, intent on tilting the fight against Zekkuu.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"So this group is intelligent enough to try and counter me... Interesting.\"\n*He waited for one of them to make the attack on him, although he did walk somewhat closer to them.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The companions were now too busy engaging the golems to matter much, letting Zekkuu concentrate on his one versus two duel.\n\nThe golem walked forward, with the head of the polehammer resting on his shoulder. The wooden golem rounded to the right of Zekkuu, with his sword held up high. Both of them maintained a distance of 10 feet.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Making me come to you... I see.\"\n*He charged the wooden golem with the poleaxe, aiming centre mass since he wasn't used to them.\nHe made a point to leave his right arm, his gladius free, for when he needed it.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The wooden golem charged back at Zekkuu, raising the shield with one hand, and using the sword-wielding hand to push onto it, trying to ram the shield into the pollaxe and \"Eat\" His strike, so he could temporarily control the weapon.\n\nThe stone golem did not waste any time, and tailed Zekkuu's charged, trying to swing his polehammer at his leg from the side or behind.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He falsified his strike, the poleaxe slammed into the shield before gliding off of it. Just as the Stone golem was about to strike him he used the shield to change his trajectory, running up up it and kicking off of it, landing him face to face with the stone golem.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The wooden golem's shield took a hefty hit, but did not crack, thanks to the wooden shielding. It took a staggered step back, and readied to take his next action.\n\nThe stone golem, surprised by the nimbleness of the man in full plate, took a step back as he changed course, pulling back the polehammer to avoid having it controlled by the shaft. He readied the polehammer on his shoulder again, preparing for a second round* \n\n*Now the stone golem is in front of Zekkuu, and the wooden golem is some 5 feet away to his right*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He sighed as he breathed heavier, he was used to fighting in armour but it still took he same toll on him as anyone else.*\n\"Too close...\"\n*He lifted his poleaxe as though he was going to strike with it. But instead took a powerful thrust with his gladius towards the Stone being's head, now ready to use the poleaxe as a counter measure.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The stone golem made a backstep, increasing the distance between the two, and countered by thrusting the spiked - and more nimble bottom end of the poleaxe toward Zekku's throat, hoping to parry his shorter weapon's strike and interrupt it*\n\n*The wooden golem charged again with the shield, intent on ramming Zekkuu down - or at least leave him at a severe disadvantage.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He was forced to pull a very weird and risky position. He threw his head to one side, mostly avoiding the poleaxe, although it did get a solid hit on his upper shoulder, maybe even causing damage under his armour. Simultaneously taking a step forward, putting more force into the gladius. At the same time he was forced to thrust the poleaxe past his own body and towards the wooden golem.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The polehammer's spike hit the shoulder. With Zekkuu practically walking into the strike, the hit were rather hard. It did not penetrate, but dented the pauldron and made the limb less flexible. The golem ate the gladius to his face, the sword penetrating a few centimeters into his stony head before stopping. It destroyed the grill-like mouth of the golem, but failed to go deep enough to kill it.* \n\n*The wooden golem charged toward Zekkuu, once again using both hands to support the shield. With the poleaxe being used by only one hand, the wooden golem managed to block and charge pass the hit, slamming into Zekkuu with great force.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He was thrown back, the increased pressure from the shield helping him free his gladius. He barely managed to stay on his feet at first but he did. He now knew that he had to just focus one of them, but he needed to make a decision on which. The shield was becoming a pain to him, so he decided on taking out the weakling beforehand. That way he could enjoy fighting the stone one.*\n\"You.\"\n*He said as he glanced at the wooden golem.*\n*Zekkuu then charged. And he charged hard. He threw his gladius hard into the air when he made it past the shield and the arming sword's tip, grabbing the poleaxe with both hands and taking a swing with the axe blade from point blank range, his hands both near to it. There would be no time for it to move it's head, but it would leave him in a bad position. His gladius would only stay in the air for a turn or two longer.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The wooden golem was not content to let Zekkuu charge - or even recover from the hit. As he stood up, recovered, and presumably tried to charge him, the wooden golem pressed forward, trying to throw himself onto Zekkuu, binding the poleaxe close to his body by pushing against it. The stone golem joined in, trying to kick him in the knee and force Zekkuu down into a brutal two versus one wrestling fight.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He grimaced as the stone golem's leg impacted the armour on his leg.*\n\"Fine! I should've just used it to begin with.\"\n\"Smite!\"\n*White lightning shot straight out of the poleaxe, it would probably affect him too but the wooden golem was likely dead in his eyes.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The lightning shot out, coursing through the wooden body of the golem, paralyzing - no, destroying one of the lower leg of the golem, snapping its right knee in half, forcing it to the ground. It fell onto the ground, and tried to pull on one of Zekkuu's leg, hugging him with all its might*\n\nThe stone golem grabbed Zekkuu by the shoulder with one hand, and tried to lay down on top of him, an attempt to keep him pinned down with its weight. It formed one of its hand into a fist, and tried to slam it down onto the top of his helmet.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Still going...?\"\n*It was now that his gladius dropped down, heading towards the head of the stone golem. The action had been so fast and precise he doubted that the golem was aware of it in the air above them.*\n\"Oh what? You want some more?!\"\n\"Light!\"\nAn orb of magical energy appeared, and suddenly burst into an extreme among of light. Probably blinding all three of them in the process.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*All three of them would be blinded by the light. Even the magical vision of golems wasn't immune to overstimulation. \n\nDuring the few seconds of blind and overly white vision, he could feel the wooden golem frantically grabbing at him, and make a punch toward his groin. The stone golem made another attempt to punch his head, before it stopped. \n\nThe gladius penetrated the back of its head, making a slight dent - unfortunately, without the force of a powerful and nimble knight behind it, it was not enough to actually kill the golem. It dropped onto the ground, near where Zekkuu's hand is.\n\nIts short length will now be very useful..*\n\n*The other two adventurers are managing quite well, but they are now almost twenty feet away from the fight. To avoid being ganged up on, both of them fought while retreating backward, forcing the golems to constantly get in eachother's way. One of them screamed out,*\"FIREBALL!\" *And launched a fireball through their sword at one of the wooden golem, depriving them of cover. They are now covering eachother, buying time for the fireball equipped adventurer to burn all of their shields.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*While blinded he dropped the poleaxe and cast another Smite at random.*\n\"Smite.\"\n*Again, the white lightning shot, this time out of his palm, straight at the wooden golem.*\n\n*By chance he found and grabbed his gladius, still unable to see.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*This time, the lightning shot out at the wooden golem, shattering its right elbow joint, stopping it from grabbing and flailing at Zekkuu like crazy...\n\nOr not, as it proceeds to butt its head, wailing and frantically beating Zekkuu on the armour with its remaining arm. \n\nThe stone golem recovered his vision, and stood up, trying to stomp on Zekkuu's left knee*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He regained his sight and managed to tolerate the stone golem, it was making his armour look more beat up but barely actually damaging him.*\n*He grabbed the gladius with both hands and brought it down in reverse grip, right on the wooden golem's forehead,*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The gladius penetrated the wooden golem's hand, finally taking care of this wailing baby of a golem.\n\nThe stone golem grabbed his poleaxe from his standing position, and then swung it hard down at his left knee with the hammer end, trying to disable the man for good.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He moved and grabbed the poleaxe by the long hilt. Basically trying to overpower the stone golem with one hand, attempting to buy enough time to get a good gladius hit. However he was now pinned on his back, struggling to keep the stone golem's attack from landing. If it did now it would be his head.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The poleaxe managed to deflect the polehammer a bit, but was not enough to contend with the force of the two handed swing. The polehammer missed its mark, hitting Zekkuu in his thigh plate rather than the knee joint. It hurts, but isn't life threatening. The gladius was a bit too short to reach the golem, who is attacking with a much longer weapon. In the meantime, it seems the two other adventurers have burned away the shields of the wooden golems, and is taking the offensive to them, cutting them down one by one.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*An adrenaline rush hit zekkuu like he was suddenly some kind of god. He went even more quiet than usual. But now he had a bit more force behind his movements. He started to push upwards, any pain he has been feeling now disappeared, although temporarily. The poleaxe and polehammer that were struggling began to move in Zekkuu's favour. Although he was on the verge of collapse purely due to exhaustion.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The two adventurers finished off the other two golem, aggressively using their shield to cover themselves, following up with a swing to the other golem's torso. They would grab a mace from the dead golems, and then follow to join Zekkuu in the fight the next turn.*\n\n*The stone golem looked surprised by the ferocity of the knight. He pulled back his polehammer and looked at the approaching adventurers. He turned around and ran in the other direction away from the road.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Screw you.\"\n*He ran after it, ignoring the damaged armour on his leg and shoulder, as well as the now obvious shoulder injury.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The stone golem continued running with the polehammer in his hands. It realized that in spite of the injuries, Zekkuu was in fact, faster than him. But he kept running anyway, hoping to make him give up. Zekkuu will catch up in 2 turns of time.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He kept running, managing to keep his pace. He was ready to cast another spell, he just need to get closer. He refrained from speaking to save his breath.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*Zekkuu eventually caught up to the golem within 10 feet, but was still a bit far away from getting into melee range.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*His spells didn't have that much range. He probably could land a smite, but he didn't want to risk wasting mana.*\n*He continued going towards it.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*At this point, the golem knew he was going to caught up. He turned around and made a wide sweep from the right to left with the polehammer, hoping to hit Zekkuu in the leg if he doesn't stop in time.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He too, advantage of the fact that the swing was aimed at his legs and jumped it instead of stopping. Clambering onto the stone golem with his gladius in hand. He stabbed at its shoulder and cast smite from it.*\n\"Smite.\"\n*He smirked and maniacally giggled slightly as it cast.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The golem raised the polehammer instead, hitting him in the groin from below with the shaft of his polehammer. The gladius landed on the golem's shoulder, reflecting slightly off his metallic almain rivet armour, and then the smite bolt came out.\n\nIt shocked its right arm, paralyzing it for two turns due to the joint's exceptional vulnerability to sudden shock. It would drop its warhammer, and tried to ram Zekkuu down.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He took his gladius in both hands once more, it seemed to be his finishing attack. He held it far above his head with both hands in reverse grip, and brought it towards the golems head.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The stone golem noticed this, and lowered his head, making the gladius deflect off the curves of the sword. Its head butted into Zekkuu, ramming him again. \n\nThe two adventurers are now catching up. One of them cast a fireball, which flew over and landed on the stone golem's breastplate... To absolutely no effect.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He head butted it back, they both had good helmets on so it wasn't really doing anything.*\n\"You are* ***Not*** Going to make it out of here alive.\"\n*He slammed his eyes shut and threw his head to one side.*\n\"Light.\"\n*Once again, ought blared out from a ball of energy.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The golem was once again, blinded. This time he took a step back, and then tried to blindly run backward. Except he got the direction wrong, and slammed down one of the adventurer trying to come to Zek's rescue.* \n\n*The other one drew his sword, and swung it the golem's feet from behind.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Zekkuu took the chance, still mostly being able to see. He got up and thrust his sword into the back of its neck, aiming for the gap between the chainmail and helmet.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The hit connected, and finally finished it off, as the golem stopped moving and dropped onto the ground...\n\nOnto the poor adventurer he just rammed down a turn ago.*\n\n\"OUGH!\" *Mark screamed out as the golem climbed into him. The impact seems to have broken a bone or two, and Joe immediately ran forward to lift the dead body off.*\n\n*Depending on whether Zekkuu has any knowledge of golem, he might remember that besides the armour and weapons they just dropped - golems contain valuable gemstones in their chest, head and \"Eyes\". Heavier golem contain flotation stones on their feet - also worth a pretty penny.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Either of you know anything about these things?\"\n*He literally yawned as he inspected the body.*\n\"Anything valuable on them? I don't know about these things at all.\""
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*Joe turned toward the golem,*\"Well, cut open their chest and head and grab those crystals - they're worth a lot. And this dude's got a nice set of armour too..\"\n\n*He said as he walked back to the previous wooden golems, and cut them open one by one.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Okay.\"\n*He struggled to remove the armour from the stone golem and started hacking into its chest with the poleaxe, after retrieving it from where he left it that is.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The armour just plain refuses to be broken. It probably need to be severred or just taken off conventionally. Perhaps chopping its limbs off will help.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He sighed and propped the thing up, taking off its armour as though he was undressing some kind of brain dead child. Before going back to slamming the axe's edge into its chest.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "\"Oi! Don't hit too hard, you are gonna shatter that stuff.\" *Joe reminded, and demonstrated on the wooden golem he took out earlier, carefully hacking apart the chest to reveal a shiny gemstone within.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Fine.\"\n*He began doing it more gradually, although there was still a reasonable amount of force required.*"
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*Finally, he would retrieve the crystal from the golem's chest. The head would contain another of these valuabel crystal, along with its two eye crystal and flotation stone. Each of them were worth 50 silver..\n\nFor a grand total of 1000 silver worth of crystals. Joe and Mark would give him his share - the one from the wooden golem he killed, worth 130 silver total.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Thanks.\"\n*He took each stone that was his and put them in he small leather bag on his side.*\n\n*He then walked over to the man with the cart and held the poleaxe out to him quietly.*\n\"Here. Needs some maintenance but it will survive.\""
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*The man shook his head,*\"You can keep it, consider it gratitude for saving my life and cargo.\" *He grabbed a pouch containing two gold coins, and threw it over to Zekkuu.*\n\n\"This is your just reward.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Uhh. Thanks.\"\n*He took the coins and put them in the same pouch as the gems. Placing the poleaxe on his back in a makeshift sheath he had.*\n\n*He sheathed his gladius and turned back to the other two.*\n\"You going back to that place?\""
},
{
"author": "ansari",
"message": "*Joe is now supporting Mark with his hands,*\"Yes, we are going back to New Sunlight. What about you? You should get your armour fixed and yourself healed at the guild - and claim your share of the bounty.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"The armour needs fixing... True.\"\n*He started walking back in the direction of the guild, assuming that the other two would either follow or do their own thing.*"
}
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{
"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "As it turns out, Kateri wasn't alone here at the river. A cart sat a little further ahead, its horse grazing lazily on the grass that grew along the riverbed. It might just be a fellow fisherman, but there seems to be no sign of the owner nearby. It's a little concerning. Especially since anyone could make off with that cart easily. Even just the horse could, since it doesn't appear to be bound anywhere.\n\nThe cart's owner, Torren, would be lying submerged in the depths of the river. He seemed to have dozed off after his regular dip in the water, what with it reminding him of home. Sure the water felt a little off, but it's nothing he can't handle. It's still better than sleeping on land in his eyes.\n\nTorren's adventure inland has begun. And yet, he found it a bit hard to let go of his origins. The river connected to the ocean, his elders taught him as much. He's determined to go on this adventure to discover land delicacies, no questions about that. He just can't help feeling a little anxious about being so far out. You might even say he's feeling like a fish out of water.\n\nFor a moment after opening his eyes, Torren believed himself back in the ocean. Back with his tribe where he slept next to his littermates. He turned, expecting to find familiar blue scales, only to be met with nothing but mud. He frowned. Then he gasped in panic. He left his horse and things unattended again!\n\nHe swam quickly to shore, only to flop against the shore. He'd forgotten to transform into his Macen form. The tail split apart in the middle, then transforms into a pair of scaled legs covered in soaking wet breeches. He was glad to see his cart and horse still waiting for him at least."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "It became pretty darn clear that the girl wasn't alone at the river when she saw a fish just flop out of the river and *Become man*. The response here was crystal clear. Mother be damned—gods forgive her for the thought—but Kateri drew the line at fish that could walk. Swimming itself was already out of the question for her, but now the barrier between fish and man disappeared. What was a girl supposed to do? Wait for the fish to get their revenge? Gods no.\n\nSwinging her legs back over to solid ground, she scrambled to her feet and lugged the bucket back to the mare. \"Don't give me that look. I'm already going to get worse from Mother.\" Kateri placed a hand on her hip and leaned into her side. \"Look, you didn't see it. A. Fish. Jumped. Out. Of. The. Water. And. Grew. Legs. I know I sound crazy, okay! But that's what I saw and *I'm out*!\"\n\nNormally, Kateri would have emptied the bucket of its water *Before* Trying to reattached it the saddle, but she wasn't thinking straight. She struggled to complete the task, and ultimately failed as she continued to gaze down the road at the cart that still had a man lying on the ground. She blinked in that direction a few times wondering if her eyes were playing tricks on her. \n\n*It was a fish, right?* \n\nThe face from her horse could neither confirm or deny her insanity, but the way she was speaking *With* The mare would have condemned her guilty to insanity by judge and jury. Gods did she hate the water and its mystery. Fire was the light and there was no mystery there. Flames dispelled the darkness, whereas the depths of water only offered more questions."
},
{
"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "Torren scowls. He doesn't do that often, but there's just something about being on land that frustrates him. It just feels... Wrong. His body felt too heavy, and wet clothes make it even heavier. He feels sluggish. The air may be easier to move through, yet somehow he can't float through it like he can in water.\n\nHe staggers to his feet and stumbles forward. His breeches cling to his legs like seaweed. Instincts tell him to kick it off, but the landfolk seem to frown upon people who don't wear them. Having spent his entire life practically naked save for some bits of armor, he doesn't particularly understand this sentiment. At least the clothes can help him feel like he's still in the embrace of the sea. That is, when it's not wet and weighing him down even more.\n\nHe left the rest of his clothes in his cart, so he'd only started taking baby steps towards it when he heard the ruckus. Looking over, he spotted a rather shaken Kateri. Poor boy has no idea she was spooked by him flopping out of the river like he did, so he just smiles and waves.\n\n\"Hello! Friend!\" Torren's Archidanese was... Basic. He only knows enough to barely make conversation. But that won't stop him from greeting a new friend!"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "~~Oh snap! Is that the name of the language the Macen's speak?~~\n\n*Alright, girlie, just tie the rope like you know how to. That's right. Over. Under—*\n\nKateri glanced in the direction of the voice—*It's talking to me,* She thought as a shiver ran up her spine. However, what she witnessed wasn't a fish, but a man. A wet man without his shirt, which caused the young woman to feel red reach her cheeks. Unsure what to do, her fingers fumbled, and she dropped the bucket, spilling its contents—fish and all—over the ground. Her meager bounties flapped like... Well, fish out of water... And her heart immediately felt for them. \"Shoot.\" In the forest, her skill with the bow usually showed mercy with quicker death; here, the fish choked on the air while their bodies slammed against the floor. It looked brutal, cruel even.\n\nGrabbing her hair, she quickly thought over her options before deciding to wrangle the fish back into the bucket, which she dragged back towards the river. With a heave, Kateri emptied the contents of her wooden container into the river where she heard a satisfying splash. Unfortunately, that sentiment didn't last long because now what she going to tell her mother about the fishing trip? She already knew that Kateri detested fishing, and she might think that her daughter blew off her responsibilities—something Kateri wouldn't do... No matter how enticing.\n\n*This is why I need to move away. Make my own rules.*\n\nAs she turned, the Macen had briefly forgotten about the whole 'big fish jumping out of the river thing' and risked a peek back in that direction. The man was still there with his cart, although, he didn't appear to make any motion to dress himself. Thankfully, he still had his pants. She waved to him sheepishly."
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"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "Torren just watches as she fumbles with her bucket and fish, stepping forward to try and offer help, but Kateri had it handled quickly. Her proceeding to dump her hard caught quarry puzzles him even more. Really has no idea what got Kateri so distraught. The Treton really has no idea what got Kateri so distraught.\n\n*But, I changed into the human form already!*\n\nHe looked down at himself to confirm, then realizes he's still missing another piece: his shirt! If he wears the shirt, she'll want to talk to him, right? So he reaches into the cart, pulling out his black turtleneck and quickly throwing it on. Of all the shirts the Macens showed him, he liked this one's warmth best.\n\nNow he's at least decently dressed. At least in landfolk standards. He still finds it odd that landfolk insist on covering every inch of their body. Maybe because they dont have scales like Tretons do? He can only guess, he's not that familiar with land culture. But, he does know he feels \"Too light\" When standing without a strap of clothing on him.\n\n\"Hello hello! You okay?\" Torren started walking her way, looking over to the river where she just dumped her bucketful of fish. When he turns his head to the side, Kateri would be able to see a somewhat translucent blue fin where his ear should be. At least Torren doesn't look aggressive, just concerned and curious. \"Why... Not eat?\" Is the best he could string together at the moment."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "She didn't know what was creepier: the fact that the sea monster was a man, that he spoke Archidanese, albeit broken, or that he felt the necessity to come towards her. It was true that Kateri had a tendency to meet others in strange locations—*Like that cute boy, Gabriel.* However, this was altogether too weird. That being said, her kindness outweighed most any apprehension she felt, including this. *Come on, girlie, get a grip! You aren't some blathering idiot.*\n-\nEncouraging her voice to sound stronger than she felt, she latched her hands together to keep from fidgeting. \"I make friends from all sorts, really.\" This wasn't a lie, technically. The Trenton had simply caught her at her worst. \"It's more the water itself. We don't get along.\" That was the understatement of the year. The water terrified her. Not only could she not swim, but the fire in her rebelled against it. Every fiber of her being raged against being wet; it was as if her life force would sputter out and die. A sad death and one that she would avoid tempting whenever possible.\n-\nShe nodded to his appraisal of the situation. \"Yes, I was hunting fish, although, we call it fishing. The word hunting is for land animals.\" It was a minor correction, but she considered herself part of the rising intelligentsia that has sprung to life in the empire's capital and instinctively propped up the proper academics whenever possible—language among them.\n-\n\nRaising her eyebrows, she was now getting to the truth of his identity. Glancing at the Sepdu, she exclaimed, \"You come from the sea? You live there?\" *How awful,* She thought briefly. For the 'man', it was his home, and he probably appreciated it. Loved it even. \"I am Macen. My name is Kateri.\" She had responded in kind to help him understand her words, hoping the matching syntax would aid him. Pointing at his cart, she tried to be hospitable herself. \"Is there something wrong with your cart?\" Perhaps her mother would accept her helping someone else as a justification for not having any fish. Mother had always encouraged compassion as the primary virtue."
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"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "If Torren understood social cues better, he might notice Kateri's apprehension of him. But instead, he remains blissfully unaware. The young Treton very much loved the company. It makes him feel a lot less lonely being away from him home and family. Having only his tribe to talk to for his entire life had given him his overly trusting and friendly mindset. They didn't interact with other tribes often, usually only passing each other during migrations, so he treats everyone as if they are from his own tribe.\n-\nHe listens to Kateri's explanation. He slowly repeats some parts to himself, trying to understand her. \"Friend no like water, and hunt fish is... Fishing?\" He ponders and nods excitedly. \"Mmhmm! Okay, thank you!\" He bounces on his heels, smiling. He's still learning and he appreciates any help he can get to understand the land and its people better. And who better to learn from than from a person opposite himself? She hates the water, while he thrives in and relishes the water. There's always the possibility that they would clash and burn each other out, as all opposites do, but Torren is an optimist.\n-\nHe nods in affirmation to her questions, \"Yes, yes! Come from sea! M'lysta home is sea!\" Of course, the sea he so dearly loves. The same sea he's leaving behind, temporarily of course, to explore what land had to offer. Some day he will return to the sea. Back to his tribe and family. Hopefully with some spoils of the land to share with them, too! \"Kateri? Nice meet you, Kateri!\"\n-\n\nUpon closer inspection, there would seem to be a slight problem with the Treton's cart. Perhaps one of the reasons he decided to stop and go for a soak in this very spot. The cart was sitting in a ditch. One of its wheels appear to be very badly splintered with a piece broken apart. The other wheels are not as bad, but would still require some sort of repairs or a change altogether. It seems some merchant preyed on Torren's naivety and sold him subpar condition wheels. Torren looked to the cart, then back to Kateri. He looks embarrassed. \"Umm... Cart wheel broken. Cart... Fell and broke. I no looking at ground.\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Exactly,\" She agreed, glad that he could at least understand her. It was difficult to not like the fish-man from the way his mannerisms worked. There was a simplicity about him that she found pure, despite her earlier fear. Either Kateri was similarly kind or perhaps verging on naivety, it was hard to say. Though, truth be told, she was too trusting at times—she might be a city girl, but her heart was that of a farming girl.\n-\nTorren couldn't be wholly human if he lived in the sea. *That confirms some things.* The realization gave her minor pause. \"How are you on land, then?\" She turned her head to the side, the action mirroring some of her confusion. \"More importantly, how can you breathe in there?\" *M'lysta?* The name didn't sound familiar to her, but as proven, Kateri *Did* Stay away from water as much as possible. Something her Air Macen mother didn't fully understand. If Father had known what she was up to today, then he would have had a fit.\n-\n\"Oh no,\" She lamented. A surge of empathy rose from her heart as she almost reached out to touch his arm but thought better of it at the last moment. \"Is it the wheel? Or maybe you have a hole in the carriage?\" She didn't know if the man understood what she was saying, but Kateri had already started moving towards the problem. If he had been here to rob her of her own belongings located on her horse, then he would be sorely out of luck. She hadn't brought anything of value outside of her pedestrian quality saddle—unless he thought buckets to be some sort of strange valuable.\n-\n\nReaching the man's cart, she bent down to one knee and examined the back left wheel, or rather, what was left of it. It was missing spokes and the integrity of it had cracked. Frankly, she was befuddled as to how he hadn't noticed it before now, but if memory served, he had been in the water just a moment ago. Plus, she had no idea the full capabilities of Torren or what he even was. \"Yup, broken. There's no fixing this, here, unless you've got some mending magic about you.\" She eyed him if he decided to venture towards her. Unfortunately, the only ability that had sprung from her yet had been a bit of basic fire magic. Sure she was blessed to have magic at all, but her power was still very much in its infancy. *Maybe I should look into some of the books and scrolls that Father wishes to show me.* It was an idle thought and one that wouldn't be much help in the here and now—not for Torren and his cart. \"We are going to have to get you a new one in town.\" Being something of a shopper—well, a *Window* Shopper—Kateri knew all the best places to go, but she wasn't rich in her own right. \"You do have money, don't you?\" It seemed like the normal thing to ask, but immediately she felt rude for asking it. *Oh gods! Lend me wisdom in this matter. Guide my actions to do right.*"
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"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "It is quite bold of Kateri to assume Torren understood how his M'lysta body works. All he knew is that he could do things, it doesn't hurt, and it's apparently some sort of magic that everyone of his kind has. \"I has... Macen body and M'lysta body! M'lysta, sea folk, like fish! Swim really fast and breathe water.\" He tried to explain the best he could. He would transform to illustrate, but being in his fish form on dry land is much worse. His body becomes so very heavy and even more ground-bound. Not an experience he enjoys. \n-\nInstead of submitting himself to the agony of flopping around in the mud, he tries to spin around. Him still being somewhat clumsy on land causes him to tumble a little, but he manages to catch himself. \"This is Macen, land folk body! But, still have some scales!\" He lifts his shirt a little to show her his waist in an innocent, childlike manner. He wanted to show her some of the tiny blue tuna-like scales that covers it. \"My tribe scales like tuna fish! Different tribe has different scale. Some are like eel too!\"\n-\nAs she moves to his cart, he plods along behind her. He looks sadly at the very broken wheels. The Treton has no idea how these things worked or how much they would usually cost, they didn't have wheels and carriages back in the ocean. His tribe travels carrying only their bodies, their children, and their arms. 'Anything else, the ocean will provide' the elders would often say. Travelling light with only the essentials is a lesson Torren takes to heart. A side effect of this ideal is that he barely has a clue about an item's worth. His cart is devoid of valuables and luxury items, carrying only some armor and tools for hunting. There were crossbow bolts, a mace, and a cleaver inside, but no crossbow in sight.\n-\n\nThough Torren just left *A* Town a while ago, he wasn't entirely against the idea of returning to one to get what he needs. He hadn't seen her before while he was staying in that last town, so maybe she'll bring him somewhere new! He nods, \"Okay town. Money, I has!\" He pulled out his coin pouch to show her. And boy, he's not lacking in funds at least. At a glance, the pouch itself might contain about a dozen gold. It's a little hard to count, but it would definitely be enough for at least two other carts *And* Their horses. Granted, it's not a whole lot considering this entire pouch is essentially Torren's life savings. It was mostly a parting gift from his tribe. They had given him every scrap, every bit they could spare for him to trade with the land folk. The rest came from him taking up some menial work while he learns the language of the people."
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"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "Torren might as well be a child. He was still ignorant of many things. He only knew bits and pieces from watching others. Kateri shooting out a fireball from her hands, for example. His kind living in the water gave them a natural affinity for it, but fire was foreign to them. Only recently had he learned that fire was used for cooking. A preparation method that transforms the food into something new entirely. Watching her hand lighting up with fire awed him. His new friend controlled the magic that makes food tasty! \"Wow, Kateri make fire like cook fire! I make water, other Macen make other things?\" He nods, indicating he understood her message. \"And water makes fire go away. I no make water to you.\" He smiles softly. It was meant to be an expression of understanding. He'll try not to perform his water magic with her nearby, seeing as she has an aversion to it. \n-\nTorren was ignorant to the history of the land people. Although, he wasn't any less ignorant about the history of his own people. His tribe focused less on history lessons and more on survival. They taught him how to find prey, how to track them down and deliver a fatal shot. Most of his tribe weren't picky, they eat what they can get, but Torren always found it interesting that there are different tastes and textures. That was the driving force that left him floundering about here on land.\n-\nAnd like in history, he's similarly unversed in the concept of rudeness. At least for this case. He simply thought that her laughing meant she was happy and was agreeing with him. His friend didn't like doors either! That's another commonality he could add to the list. The Treton found himself giggling with her at her affirmation.\n-\n\nWith further explanation from Kateri, he understood his mistake. He had mistakenly assumed he was to ride his own horse who would be tethered to hers. He released the binds that connected the cart with the horse and brought the horse over to Kateri's. He tries to find somewhere he can loop his horse's reigns to. \"Okay horse, be nice to horse,\" He says as he tethers them together. He was about to mount Kateri's horse, but realized maybe she should mount it first. He looks back to her and waits for her to mount before climbing up himself."
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "She wouldn't have exactly called it 'cook fire', but she supposed there had been a time or ten where an impromptu fire hadn't gone amiss, whether that be while hunting on longer bouts into the wild or the hearth at home. Both would be for cooking purposes more or less. She nodded to him. \"Yes, a few of us do. Mostly elemental workings, but other things too.\" She wasn't specific.\n\n\"Here.\" Kateri was quick to help him as Torren sought a place to tie up his draft horse. She grabbed her horse's halter and held it out to him. \"Do you know the knots? How to tie?\" They could also use the horse's tail to pony them together, but she didn't know the other horse's temperment. If it bucked or went crazy, then it could hurt her mare—possibly damaging its spine. It was safer to use the halters themselves. She appreciated that the fish-man had the humility and patience to wait for her to mount her steed before him. *What a gentlemen,* She thought while feeling a twinge of guilt because of her initial fear of him. \n\nIf the horses were tied together, she would stick her boot into the stirrup and raise herself into the saddle. Once situated, she would extend her hand out to him to help him sit behind her. However, if the horses were not tied, then she would delicately take his line and make the knot herself. Once secured, she would mount offering the same help."
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"author": "cartilynvega",
"message": "Torren was satisfied with her answer regarding Macen capabilities. For now, his focus was on tethering the horses together. He took the rouncey's halter and started on a knot. \"I know knot!\" He exclaimed happily. He may not know that many variations of knots, but he was able to secure the horses together. A simple knot, but it does the job. The draft horse seemed to be going through everything patiently, or perhaps without a care.\n\nHe waited for Kateri to settle herself on the saddle before attempting to climb up himself. He would be a little confused on where to put his feet seeing as the stirrup is occupied. But with Kateri's help, he would eventually find his way on the horse. He hadn't ridden a horse before, or any other creature for that matter. It was strange being on land, riding a cart was also unique, but riding? He was practically standing with another's legs.\n\nIn the midst of him coming to terms with the sensation, it struck him that he didn't exactly know where they were going. Yes, she said a town, but what is this town?\n\n\"Kateri, where we go?\""
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"author": "devilsenpai",
"message": "*Jack is with Tanner on a ride towards the city.* \"You know you can speak whenever you please, I wont laugh my situation is worse then your petite voice.\" *He would exclaim in a embarrassed attitude.* \"Also do you have any weapons to defend yourselves for our travels?\""
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"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "His 'I know knot' was presumably not to be confused with 'I know not' from his expression, but more than that, the M'lysta had begun the work of tying up the horses to her own satisfaction. That was a curse—or blessing depending on the perspective—her mother had gifted her. The gift of making sure a job is done right. It was a bossy attribute, but Kateri's version was softer than her mother's logical, no non-sense edition. She demanded perfection in the sharpest sense. Where the older woman's authority was like a sculpture with a chisel, Kateri's was more like a goose-feathered pillow that she tapped against the accused until the situation melded to her wishes. Unlike her mother, Kateri's eyes wouldn't stab like the edge of broken glass when disappointed. However, there was no disappointment where the knot was concerned, and she smiled politely at Torren. \"Well, done. Now hop up here.\"\n\nThe scene that followed wasn't akin to graceful dancers. Perhaps it was more like a whale trying to scale a snow-capped mountain, struggling to get to the top and sliding downwards in the process. Nevertheless, Torren made it safely upon her mount. \"Good. Now wrap your hands around my waist.\" As soon as she said the words, she felt her face warm up. Thinking back, Kateri didn't know if she had ever had a man this close to her before—it felt... Strange. \"Tightly,\" She added, hoping the rougher contact would reduce the sensuality of the act. \"We are off to my home, New Salvainia. There, you won't find a better carpenter for a set of wheels.\" She leaned over and rubbed the horses neck. \"Let's go, girl. I'll make sure you have a little extra food when we get back.\"\n\nGlancing back at Torren, she chided him. \"I said, tighter.\" Although it wasn't a real scolding. Kateri didn't have a mean bone in her body. She was already laughing as she kicked her heels and started towards the city."
},
{
"author": "botanyelf",
"message": "*Tanner fumbles with his tunic with a soft shy sigh, still feeling insecure but he quietly nods and leans a bit close to the man so he could be heard from his soft squeaked voice.* \"Oh-Ohkahy... Ahf yuuhr shure... Ahnd nuh nuht ruuhlly. Ah hahve ayh sihmple dahgger, ahnd knuhw suhm dehfehnsihve spehlls.\" *He explains, pulling away once he responded and looked around at the scenery of the Salvainia roads.*"
},
{
"author": "devilsenpai",
"message": "*Jack grunts and sighs.* \"Well we can only hope this blacksmith has some better weapons for you. I also need to get some weapons for myself because mine broke in the last bandit camp I raided.\" *Jack is coming across the city gates.* \"Itll take about 10 more minutes for us to get there so just relax until we get there I suppose.\""
},
{
"author": "botanyelf",
"message": "*Tanner frowns a bit, he didn't like the idea of having to fight... He was rather passive and stayed out of trouble if he could help it. He slumps down where he sat and pouted,* \"Duwh ah hahve tuhw luurhn tuh fihght?... Ah'm moahr skihlled ahn mahgihc, nuht cluhse uhp bahttle...\" *He mumbles, sounding like a whiny child being forced to do something they disliked.*"
},
{
"author": "devilsenpai",
"message": "*Jack chuckles.* \"Oh so youre a support you should learn restoration magic or magic that can enhance peoples pyhsical capabilities. But thats far out of my knowledge. Maybe the blscksmith can help us out but it would be good to equip yourself just incase.\" *They are now heading into the cit, Jack stations his wagon and horses to a post.* \"Come on lets head inside the city but you can still talk, only because I'll threaten anyone who messes with you.\" *He starts heading towards the cities gate.*"
},
{
"author": "botanyelf",
"message": "*Tanner nods, giving a cheerful smile to Jack.* \"Yuhp! Ah'm ahy dehcehnt— ahem... Heahlehr! Ah cahn ahlsuh cuhnceahl muhsehlf, mahke aht suh ahf ah ahym ahttahcked, ah cahn sneahk awahy!\" *He says, making silly hand gestures when talking about his stealthy abilities, softly giggling to himself at his own actions before his cheerful expression became a flustered one.* \"R-Ruuhlly?... Yuhw'd duh taht fuhr muhy?!\" *He squeaks shocked, did this mean he made a friend out of Jack? The thought clearly brightened him to know he had a friend, hopefully this one doesn't use him or hurt him like the several past 'friends' the Fae has made.*"
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{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*It would be a long, cold trip for Mevis and Hitoshi, though the end of it would be decently warmer. Where they likely weathered the grievous snowstorm for the first day of travel, their second and third day would see much less trouble with the storm. The path they reached would just be on the border of Lymia and the Salvainian Empire, where a lone figure stood atop a watch tower. The roof was raised with waist high walls and no windows on the top level, though the very top offered shade that made a silhouette of the figure. It loomed statically, likely watching the two come up the road if they didn't spot it first. The wooden door below was shut, and the walls of the tower were stone and had multiple loops to fire from. The position was great defensively, though the path was beset by forestry on either side. It rose at least 10ft higher than the trees, a total of 40ft high. By the time it would come into view, the pair would still have another bend in the road to walk before reaching it, 120ft away as the crow flies. There was no longer any harsh winds or snowfall, but the ground and trees were wall white with the storm.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would look at Hitoshi with a bit of concern"
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"So uh, this is the place right? Do you think he knows we're coming? Should we start hiding?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi nods his head.\n\nThat's what the two were good at, right? Hitoshi thought it was best to get the drop on the man. Might get some good attacks in. Finish him off quickly. And no doubt, the paladin knew of his own bounty. Even if he didn't, it was always best to act for the worst case scenario.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"Yes. We should hide.\""
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Alright... Be careful"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "With that Mevis would activate his blurry and silent perks. He didn't know if it would do much as it seems the figure had already seen them, but it was worth a try. Mevis attempt to trail up the path to get closer to figure using the trees as cover if possible."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi's stealth was incredible. With a click of his fingers, he becomes borderline invisible and silent, the shadows he draws his power from aiding him greatly. He sneaks closer to the figure, naginata in his hands, and kunai strapped to his side. Of course, the knives were borderline useless. Or at least, they would be if not for Hitoshi's set of magic.*\n\n``Hitoshi uses Level 5 Silent and Blurry.``"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*The figure wouldn't move as the pair moved closer to the trees for cover. Their white armor assisted their efforts to blend in. Coming around the bend and now on the straightaway to the tower, they were about 80ft away. The figure had not shifted from its spot.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi continues to grip his Naginata, holding it incredibly tightly. Without much longer range attacks, Hitoshi had little choice but to head on into the watchtower. He constantly looks at the figure, making sure that it isn't aware of him or Mevis.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would notice that Hitoshi had gotten much better at stealth. At this distance, Mevis would be able to launch a Sonic Blast, but doubted it would do much except make their presence known. In that case, he would attempt to coordinate his Sonic Blast at the figure at the same he sees Hitoshi attack, so for now he will creep a bit closer while prioritizing his stealth."
},
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"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*The two would come another 30ft closer, 50ft from the base of the tower. They were still unnoticed, and the figure was easier to see. It was a Macen wearing plate armor and holding a winged spear, blankly staring off into the distance. A voice would come from the tower, more clear for Hitoshi than for Mevis.* \"Hey, lamebrain, quit staring at the same spot and actually look around.\" *The figure would then noticeably look from side to side, then start slowly walking around the perimeter of the top level, looking below and into the trees.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Macen would curse under his breath. Looks like the paladin wasn't alone. Would Hitoshi be able to deal with the second target? Or should they solely focus on the paladin as he is the objective of the quest? Mevis decided to focus on the latter option. There was no guarantee that the voice was even capable of fighting, and might just be a waste of effort if they were to focus on it. Instead they should focus on what they do know and handle the situation as it changes if need be. Mevis would stay still but has his fist poised ready to launch a sonic blast once he sees Hitoshi take action. He knew the macen at least was sensitive to movement, so he hoped by him staying still with his stealth perks active he would go notice."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi's brow furrows when he hears the paladin speak. He decides to warn his friend of what's about to happen.\n\nHitoshi would kill the other voice too, if he had to. Not that he necessarily wanted to. He approaches the watch tower, and pauses for a minute. He nods to Mevis, and allows his silhouette to be more visible as he approaches.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"I can bait them down. Want to do that?\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis shakes his head"
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Our target is only the paladin. That being said if you could gather some more information on them that would be helpful. Then we could be prepared for them to join the battle or not\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi nods and continues to sit right next to the watchtower door, listening to the conversation.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*With the figure actively looking for people and Hitoshi making himself more visible, the armored Macen called out.* \"I see someone!\" \n\n\"What? How close?\" *The voice seemed alarmed, and the sound of metal shifting over wood could be heard.*\n\n\"Someone in white armor is at the base of the tower.\"\n\n\"Gods above, man, I told you to warn me off anyone within a hundred feet, not five feet. Deal with it.\" *With that, the armored figure moved away from the edge and began. Presumably by the noise, walking down the stairs. A large dark elf in chainmail and steel armor came up to the edge of the short wall now, looking around and below. He couldn't currently see Hitoshi, who was directly below him, or Mevis, who remained in cover 30ft away.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi readies himself for a fight, getting his back right up to the watchtower wall and utilising his superior stealth to be incredibly hard to see. If the man from up above sees him... Shit, but he was going to try to eke out all the gains from this ambush that he could. He now moves his position away from the door, in such a way that he is now at the side of the watchtower.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would curse under his breath. Seems like the paladin caught sight of Hitoshi. He couldn't see exactly where Hitoshi was right now, but Mevis decided instead of waiting to let Hitoshi be attacked, he would strike now and be the distraction. He would launch a Sonic Blast at the guard's head, knowing it will likely not do much but hopefully distract him from Hitoshi. Mevis would then start running toward the paladin preparing himself for the attacks to come.\n\n``Sonic Blast used 112.5/120 mana remain``"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*The Dark Elf above would look in Mevis' direction and barely raise his arms over his face when the spell struck him, making him stagger out of view as the steel gauntlets ate the hit.*\n\n*Hitoshi could hear another set of steel boots coming down the stairs as the door to the tower unlatched. The door was pulled inwards, revealing the armored Macen in Almain Rivet armor and steel bascinet, and holding a heater shield and a winged spear. He held the spear with a short grip as he stepped out of the doorway, looking right and left as he blocks the entrance. Seeing Mevis running towards him, the Macen lowers his stance and raises his shield with one stand while lengthening his grip on the spear with the other.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Damn, looks like there is another one. Things were getting messy quickly, but as a hero he would need to overcome it. A few stab woulds here and there is but a small price to pay to relieve Juniper's anxiety. Mevis would then activate Air Renforcement, coating his hands and feet with reinforced air. He would then pull out caltrops from his bag, place them on the palm of his hand and attempt to slap it onto the macen's face in hopes of getting the caltrops into the slits on the eyes while raising his reinforced leg to deflect the incoming spear thrust.\n``Air Reinforcement cast 102.5/110 mana remain``"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi chuckles, a bitter, acrid sound. This was gonna be fun. He immediately utilises Shadow Step and then thrusts with his naginata at the back of the man's neck. If this works, great. If it doesn't, he looks further at the man, trying to assess for a weak spot, as he backs off, trusting in Mevis to take them on alone for now. He wasn't lying when he said he thought Mevis was a capable kid. Hell, he's more capable at martial arts than Hitoshi is **Now**, let alone when he was 18.*\n\n``Shadow Step used. 100/130 Mana left. Two turns of SS remaining.``"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Mevis' leg would meet the spear, with the blade of the weapon scratching against the aura. However, the Macen would raise his heater shield and bash Mevis' incoming hand, blocking the caltrop-palm strike. Before the armored defender could do more, though, Hitoshi's Naginata would cut clean into the weak point of the armor, with no gorget to block the strike. The Macen would stumble to his knees, fall on his face, and... Fade away.*\n\n*From within the doorway would be the Dark Elf, still wearing his chainmail, steel cuirass, gauntlets, boots, and now a sallet. A white aura shone from the elf, and in his left hand, where a heater was strapped on, a bright red light began to glow. With only Mevis visible from his position, the elf raised his hand at him. Two more red lights appeared on either side of his hand as a fireball flew from his palm, with the pair of lights forming into fireballs as well. All three were headed towards Mevis, the first in the middle and two on either side, lagging one second behind.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would be once more grateful for Hitoshi's assistance. Once more he had saved Mevis from serious harm. He knew that bringing him on this mission was the best choice. Mevis would then notice 3 firebolts flying toward him. Damn, how many people were here? Were they all working with the paladin? Mevis would turn his body sideways to reduce his surface area in hopes of getting only the middle one to hit him and raise his reinforced hand and attempt to shoot a sonic blast to intercept it. He hoped that even if it got through his attack his reinforced hand could take the weakened blast\n\n``5 mana regained Sonic Blast cast 97.5 mana/110 remain``"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi notices the attack performed towards Mevis.\n\nThat bastard was obviously hiding from within the tower. Pussy. Hitoshi will take the fight to him, then...\n\nHe takes a wide berth as he sprints to slightly behind Mevis, still utilising his incredible stealth. Of course, by this point it wouldn't work so well. But that was fine. He's adaptable, as a ninja should be. He doesn't attack yet, opting to examine his target first.\n\n**105/130 Mana, as 5 regenerated. 1 turn of SS remaining.**"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Mevis would be able to intercept the middle on by using his spell to strike it midair, but the other two would leave minor burns on his backs and chest as they went by, only grazing him.*\n\n*Hitoshi could see clearly into the doorway, spotting the armored attacker. He wouldn't be able to tell his race as his helmet was now on. The white aura on the fighter resurged as he made his way out of the entrance, heater shield in one hand and a pollaxe in the other. He would immediately break left, keeping both Hitoshi and Mevis in his line of sight.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis was more concerned about the the elven caster as he cringed from the burns on his chest and back. He could only hope the caster was shitty at melee combat. He would try to take advantage of his speed and sprint toward the caster with his signature flying kick to the head, however this time he was prepared to grab the caster's head if he missed."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Alright... This didn't seem good, but then again, it was two on one. And they were both competent.\n\nHitoshi grabs two kunai and is about to throw them, until he notices Mevis launching himself at the Elf. Change of plan. Hitoshi puts them back, utilises his tendril, and sprints forward, throwing the tendril at the elf's leg. If it connects, he pulls forward, hoping to trip him up. After that, him and Mevis would have it fairly easy. Hopefully.*\n\n**Get Over Here used. 95/130 remaining. This is the last turn of Shadow Step.**"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*The Elf would raise his heater shield to connect with Mevis' flying kick, pushing back enough to hopefully destabilize his maneuver. Cautious of his second attacker, the Elf would shorten the grip on his poleaxe and smash the tendril with the hammer end before it could pull his leg. The poleaxe then crackles with electricity as the Dark Elf lengthens and loosens his grip for more agility with the weapon.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Well then, looks like the elf can hold his own in combat as well, at least to a certain extent. Mevis hoping that he is more agile than the elf would put all his movement to sweep the elf's feet so that Hitoshi could hopefully finish the job."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi glares at the man as he effortlessly prevents the attack from connecting. Shit.\n\nWilling to forgo Shadow Step for now, he simply takes an almighty thrust at the man's neck, knowing it's unlikely to hit but trying anyway, and then jumps, trying to land behind or at least out of the Elf's vision and utilise his stealth skills.*\n\n``5 mana regen. 100/130 Mana, Level 5 Stealth utilised.``"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*With Mevis landing to his left after the blocked attack and Hitoshi striking at his neck, the Elf ducked beneath the stab and dove forward and over Mevis' sweep, landing in a roll. At completion of the movement, he turned and steadied himself in a low, defensive stance, keeping both of his opponents in his view. The elf growled now, breathing heavily, enough that his deep breaths were reflected in his movements. They were wearing him out.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis took note of the elves exhaustion, pleased to know that his physical training allowed him to have physical superiority this time around. This whole time he had been launching sonic blast with his fist, so Mevis would feint a punch before following up with a Sonic Blast from his legs to the body, hoping it would catch the elf off guard and knock the wind out of him, especially at this close range."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Alright... Good. Although his armour is good, if not great, Hitoshi and Mevis still have a chance.\n\nHitoshi charges up a kunai with Nerve Killer surreptitiously by waving only slightly at the weapon and muttering quietly, hoping his mask hides the fact that he's casting a spell, before first thrusting with the Naginata at his enemy's face and then quickly throwing the charged kunai at the man's right leg. Sure, disabling the man's right side only wasn't ideal, but it was probably Hitoshi's best bet in disabling him.*\n\n``Nerve Killer casted. 77.5/130 Mana left.``"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Mevis' feint would pay off, with the Elf raising his shield to block the punch, but not moving fast enough to intercept the real hit. The cuirass served its purpose well, though, taking the brunt of the hit without damaging the wearer much. The Elf's weapon crackled once more as he caught the naginata thrust with the shaft of the poleaxe before twisting the weapon, attempting to catch Hitoshi's hand in its extended grip with the bladed end of the weapon's head. If he could, it might mean losing a finger and paralyzing the arm temporarily. The Elf would have no defense to the kunai, though, and would drop his weapon and slump to one knee upon being hit.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi lets go of the naginata as the man catches it, trying to avoid losing any more fingers than his right hand's middle finger. He draws his longsword, and casts Shadow Step on himself again, allowing that to greatly enhance his own attack prowess and help him finish the rogue off. The longsword was a poor weapon against plate, to be sure, and Hitoshi knew how to use katanas more, but it was either that or use a borderline useless blade.\n\nHe grabs his longsword blade and thrusts into the paladin's eye slit in his sallet.*\n\n``Shadow Step casted, but since 5 mana regenerates only 25 mana is expended. 52.5/130 Mana``"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Seeing Hitoshi aiming for the paladin's eye slit, Mevis decided to make good use of the fact that is he is martial artist, with one of the advantages being that he can grapple. Mevis would quickly attempt to hold the paladin's head in place while using his elbows to keep the elf's arms from blocking Hitoshi's attack. Mevis knew he himself lacked any definite attack power to land a killing blow, but he can at least help support Hitoshi in anyway possible. \n``5 mana recovered 102.5/120 mana remaining``"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*The white aura around the Elf would return as he was grabbed from behind. Hitoshi's blade would strike against the aura, stopping. The aura would remain as the rogue tried to jerk his head backward and headbutt Mevis. He wasn't as strong as Mevis, but he wasn't going down easy. He was also regaining mobility in his limbs, slowing getting his feet beneath him.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Damn, looked like the elf had a defensive spell like him. Mevis would wince in pain as his forehead is bruised from the elf's headbutt. He would try again, but this time he would try to wrap his inner arm underneath the elf's neck. Some spells required vocal components, so Mevis hoped that by choking the elf out he could prevent some of the spells and possibly strangle him unconscious. Else, he could at least try keep the elf in a headlock."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi sheathes the blade, draws two kunai, and casts Nerve Killer on his right handed one. First, he thrusts the nerve killing blade at the elf's chest, hoping to disable his arms. After that, he begins taking precise stabs at the eye slit and face area, trying to wear out the defense spell that the enemy was utilising and hopefully thrust into a vital area.*\n\n``Nerve Killer casted. 30/130 Mana left. One turn of Shadow Step left.``"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*The kunai would be the last strike needed to break the spell, canceling the aura. The armor was enough that Mevis wasn't able to strangle the Elf, and as he grabbed onto Mevis, he whispered,* \"Crack the Sky.\" *A flash of red electricity danced across his body with a thunderclap sounding in the sky. As Hitoshi's blade went through the Elf's helmet, a red orb slipped from the dead rogue's hand and into the air, another sticking to Mevis.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis' eyes would grow wide as he heard the terrifying spell's name be muttered from the elf's lips and saw the familiar cackling of red electricity that he saw at the guild just a few days prior. Mevis knew he had to think fast and hard. He didn't mind dying to protect others, he infact didn't even fear death, he infact desired it. But what he feared was what came after that. Will he see those he failed, those whom he killed? If Mevis was to die, he wanted to die as a hero so that when he met them, he could say he tried to better his life, that their lives weren't wasted in vain. And right now Mevis was not a hero. Thus, Mevis resorted to what he knew best, a skill he knew better than martial arts, a skill he had before he even wanted to become a hero. The ability to run. \n\nRunning like the coward he was, he would attempt to sprint and dive behind the corner of the tower, hoping he would make it in time and that the wall would block most of the lightning, and just keep on running. Running as fast as his pathetic feet could carry him, running till the skin ripped off. All that was on Mevis' mind right now was to run, run, and run."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Oh, Gods. Hitoshi quickly grabs a kunai from his belt and throws it with all of the strength he can muster, trying to move the floating orb as far away from Mevis as humanly possible, or behind a wall, whichever is easier.\n\nHe didn't want his new friend to die so soon, to some lowlife rogue. And he was going to do everything in his power to stop it. He remembered this spell from the Guild. Remembered how the projectile was going to come from that small orb. And thus, he was going to ensure that it was away from Mevis. If Mevis was already running, and Hitoshi pushed it just beside a wall, Mevis might live.*"
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "*Hitoshi kunai would attract the the higher orb, launching it into the sky at much greater speed. However, it didn't stop the inevitable. The red orb quickly shone bright, launching a red lightning bolt down to the second orb at, well, lightning fast speed. The force of the strike would obliterate the top of the watchtower, striking through the wood and scorching the stone floor of the top level. Mevis has managed to find cover in the small window of time. An immensely loud echo of the thunderclap followed as well, but then all was silent, aside from the soft trickle of blood from the Elf's helmet and the small flame building atop the watch tower.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would stare in horror and shock at the destruction of the spell. If that hit him... Looking at the scorching roof Mevis would take a deep gulp. His heart was beating rapidly and he was breathing heavily. Mevis had ran long distances before without any sort of fatigue, but just now sprinting this short distance had completely drained him. He saw Hitoshi moving the orb away from him, and was certain without his help he wouldn't have gotten away even with his speed. He would look over to Hitoshi still trembling a bit from what just occurred."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"W-w-w-w-we did i-t-t-t... Th-th-th-thank you for sav-sav-sav-saving me...\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi is still clearly unnerved, to the point that, in a fit of absolute rage, he begins beating at the already dead paladin's body, cursing at it in his native tongue, describing all the horrible things that he wants to happen to that man in Hell.\n\nLet's put it this way, maybe it's a good thing Mevis doesn't know much Runran, or his virgin ears would be forever tainted. After he calms down, he approaches Mevis.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"Oh, thank God... Are you okay?\""
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Y-y-yeah... Physical at l-l-least...\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would be a bit alarmed by Hitoshi's brutal beating of the paladin's body. He understood the frustration, but that was bit a much in his opinion, and he was the one that was almost killed by that paladin... Well, everyone has their faults so Mevis decided to accept the fact that Hitoshi might have extreme means of destressing himself. Perhaps Mevis could teach him other ways in the future when he got the chance..."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"Th-The body is still salvageable right? Didn't get hit by the Cr-cr-cr- the spell?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi examines the body, removing the helmet. He spits on the body one last time. Normally, he wouldn't be this abnormally angry. But he was livid that the paladin had just tried to kill Mevis, an 18 year old boy, despite dying himself, out of pure spite. That **Enraged** The ninja.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"I would like to see that, though...\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would weakly smile and shake his head, his body now slightly more calmed as it realized it was no longer in danger"
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"N-no, the guild wants the body to confirm the target. So we g-g-got to bring him back.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi takes a deep breath as he looks at the dead paladin.\n\nIt wasn't the fight that made him so abnormally angry. Hitoshi is just fiercely protective of his friends. Hell, had it just been finished without that awful spell, Hitoshi would not have cared less. But the fucker nearly killed his friend.\n\nHe picks up the body by the head, looking at it with disdain.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"Cut off the head, take the armour?\"\n\n\"Weapon, too? Want that?\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis shakes his head once more. Even though the elf had tried killing him, he didn't feel the need to mutilate the body anymore and he certainly didn't have any need for his armor or weapons as a martial artists. This man was a fanatic, causing terror in innocent people's lives, but there were surely people out there that also cared about him and will now be saddened to learn about his death. He had received his due punishment. Any more would just be cruel needless violence."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"No, the bounty said it needed the body. Not sure if they meant any part of the whole thing, but may as well be safe than sorry, that is if that's alright with you?....\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi nods his head. That was fine with him. He picks up the rogue paladin, straining a little.\n\nHe thought it was more practical to just take the head. Less storage space. But it's true. You know how some people are. He imagines the two coming back for absolutely nothing.\n\nThat would be awful.*"
},
{
"author": "Hitoshi Hisikawa",
"message": "\"Do you want to take him, or will I take him?\""
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Seeing Hitoshi sturrggle a bit to lift the elf, Mevis would actually chuckle a little. It would seem that Hitoshi could use some help."
},
{
"author": "Mevis",
"message": "\"I'll take it. I am a bit more physically built than you. Don't want you to be exhausted\""
}
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Hitoshi shrugs and passes the body over to Mevis. That was fair. Mevis is quite strong compared to him.*"
},
{
"author": "frankenstein",
"message": "Mevis would take his body and together with Hitoshi he would drag the body back to the New Sunlight Guild."
},
{
"author": "red.ultra",
"message": "**QUEST COMPLETE**\n*1.5PP Awarded to both participants*"
}
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{
"author": "cocociri",
"message": "_Marietzk was steadily making her way down the barren roads by foot, her hands obscured by the excessively long sleeves of her dress. Despite the slight chill in the air, she seemed barely fazed by the temperature. It was an overwise comfortable temperature \n and an equally as peaceful day. The few clouds that did roll across the sky were fluffy and unimposing, and the song of birds in nearby trees and the beat of their wings filled the emptiness. She seemed to be absently chewing on something and her head constantly flicked to the side, her fractured eyes scanning the surroundings as though she was constantly on edge for predators. Satisfied by her safety, she continued down the path. A series of small pouches jangled at her waist. They're filled with odds and ends to help gather flora and to transport any wildlife she deemed appealing or valuable._\n\n\"Very good... No big nasty predators to eat me. Perhaps I should make sure that I dress brightly coloured.\" _She looked over her shoulder, and rested her eyes on the Oni shadowing her._ \"In the wilds, poisonous animals are brightly coloured to ward off predators. It is a good technique to keep prey safe. Although... If I were to be brightly coloured, it may give my position away and leave me vulnerable.\" _Her voice, as expected of a girl of her stature, was mellow and calm. Though as she spoke, a strange chittering sound encroached on a few of her words._ \"If you are getting tired, let me know. I know that you larger creatures are not always built for stamina.\""
},
{
"author": "princessrestiaiii",
"message": "*Sol'gir silently tailed the miniature spider maid, content to just watch her back and protect her from the occasional wild beast or two they encountered. They hadn't done much talking yet, which the red oni considered to be highly unfortunate. Marietzk had stopped from time to time to explain her reasoning for doing certain tasks or to ask for Sol'gir's opinion on something. Just how she was doing now.* \"I knew that. There are many interesting books to read in my tribe, most of them come from abandoned human settlements we scavenged. There was one in particular depicting the meaning of colors in the wild. That was a fun read.\" \n\n*Having brought up the topic of books all by her lonesome, Sol'gir immediately went into an educative spree, sharing a very tiny bit of her favorite pastime with the spider girl. Only stoping after realizing that wasn't what was being discussed.* \"Ah... You want to dress with more colors? Sure, I think red would fit you quite well. It *Is* A very nice color if I do say so myself. Not too bright nor too dark, the perfect combination to scare away predators and weak critters alike.\" *While saying so, the tall Oni gestured to her whole body in real form, well-toned and slim without a single spot missing a shade of red.*"
},
{
"author": "cocociri",
"message": "_Marietzk only half-listened to the speech. She could read perfectly fine. However, having been born the daughter of humble silk weavers and spending most of her youth and early adulthood in the service of another, the luxury of enjoying literature had passed her by. She tutted, keeping her eyes glued to the road ahead._ \"You can learn much more about nature and how best to survive in it by being exposed to it. Take _that_ for instance,\" _She pointed towards a bird resting in a tree, then to the subtle movements at the base._ \"Something is waiting to eat that bird and its eggs. Very interesting, would you not agree?\"\n\n_She quickly moved on, leaving the bird to its fate. As Sol'gir mentioned her own colouration, a half-smile was brought to Marie's lips. She was already dressed in a deep burgundy._ \"I suppose. However, red may make things too obvious. It is important to be hidden as well as threatening.\" _She cocked her head to the side and looked over her shoulder. Although she didn't seem to blink, there was definitely a sense of amusement in them._ \"Besides... You are very loud. Very good at alerting people. You have to be red and intimidating to keep predators away after they spot you.\""
},
{
"author": "princessrestiaiii",
"message": "\"You can't learn everything about it by yourself..\" *Sol'gir glanced at the nest and trunk of the tree almost at the same instance Marietzk mentioned them.* \"I do think it's interesting... Shouldn't we help the bird and her children out though? They are too cute to be left to die like this, aren't they?\" *The big oni had a hesitant look on her face as she asked for her companion's opinion, not sure if she would get mad at her for trying to interfere with nature's course.* \"The poor little thing is just oblivious...\" \n\n*The woman decided to ignore Marie's unneeded comments on her loudness, not wanting to argue with a maid that could barely speak as it was.* \"Besides that, however, you could add some more purple to your attire. I think it is supposedly one of the more dangerous colors to see in the wild? Or was that the rainbow one?\" *She let out a long, thoughtful hum while nearing the large tree housing the endangered birds.* \"I can't remember... But I still think it was purple or violet. One of those two.\""
},
{
"author": "cocociri",
"message": "\"Helping it means others will not learn. They will become dependent on larger creatures to protect them.\" _She shooks her head, her expression lacking any sense of remorse for the potential danger, despite being acutely aware of what was most likely going to transpire._ \"No, no... That just will not do. Involving ourselves like this is pointless.\"\n\n_Marie levelled a finger at the entrance to the forest. It didn't seem particularly interesting or special, but the wiry lips of the scavenger twisted into a gleeful smile, an expression that often came to her when only she knew what the joke or object of excitement was._ \"Ah... You see that, yes? You can see all of the smaller creatures skittering over the bark and through the grass?\" _She raised a hand to the goggles perched atop her head and adjusted them by a small tug down so that they sat closer to her forehead the top of her head. Despite her preparations to enter the forest, they were still a considerable distance away. For whatever reason, she had managed to severely misjudge the distance - or perhaps it was intentional._\n\n_She looked towards the tree, head to the side and lips twisted, once again, into an amused glimmer._ \"Perhaps if the bird is eaten, we will be able to take its eggs. Fresh eggs are very nice for cooking. Very nice indeed. I could make something delicious with them. Or we could sell the fresh eggs in town. Fresh bird eggs are always in demand.\" _It wasn't that didn't hear or ignore the comment about wearing purple. Quite the opposite in fact; she'd heard the Oni, but didn't have a response. As such, she chose not to reply._"
},
{
"author": "princessrestiaiii",
"message": "\"You want to steal the eggs from her?\" *Sol'gir had a pretty sad expression on her face, she was used to the cruelty shown in the outside and animal world but that didn't mean she was happy to see it happen in front of her.* \"I guess it won't really matter whether she dies right now or later under the same circumstances...\" *The tall woman sighed and walked away from the tree, now back onto the main track by Marietzk's side. She watched as the innocent bird's predator climbed up the tree trunk bit by bit, getting closer to its goal.*\n\n\"H-How much are fresh bird eggs worth right now, anyway? I don't believe they are very expensive at all in big towns or cities...\" *She turned her gaze back to Marie, not really wanting to watch what was about to happen to the much smaller creature.* \"Last time I checked, they were kinda cheap and not really sought for.\" *While trying to find some way to distract herself from what was happening, Sol'gir was largely unsuccessful, still paying some degree of attention to the tree subconsciously.*"
}
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{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Eín The Bard could be found steadily making her way down the countryside roads, though, almost everywhere is countryside. She was dressed in what seems to be a green a woolen tunic and breeches. Nothing special to be said there. She was quite cold though, pulling her sleeves down to her hands to protect them. She wasn't... Smart enough to buy gloves.\nIt was relatively peaceful there, though she still carried her classic Broadsword of the Basket Hilt kind and buckler of the dinner plate-y kind, just for protection. \n\nShe had rich purple eyes, which would sometimes glance around the area for anything dangerous. Her hair was tied and let to hang in what seems to be a pony tail. Nothing special there. She was also equipped with a large bag... Pack rat!*\n\n\"Aye... Next village... Where shall that be. Down this road yes?\"\n*She asked no one. Literally, she asked no one. She was simply thinking outloud while walking down a road that could easily be full of bandits right now*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Off to start a war now, are you?\" *Morwë cheekily called over to the passing bard.*\n\n*Morwë sat against an old oak tree along the roadside with his horse quietly grazing in the distance. The High Elf was writing in his journal about flora and fauna, when he suddenly caught his eye of the passerby. Though his age regarded him to an elderly demeanor, his youthful appearance and witty mind suggested other wise.*\n\n\"If you're wanting to start a fight, then Labisha is in the other direction.\" *He looked to her, maintaining a sly grin on his face.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Nay m'lord. Just travelling down tis road for great adventures of music.\"\n\n*She stopped, turning to the man to answer, though, she made sure she was still in the position to sprint if something were to start up. \nShe wasn't exactly the most perceptive of the lot, not really seeing the sly part of the grin. She simply returned a nice and happy grin of someone who can be trusted with your beer! Note: She can't be trusted with your beer.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Morwë gave a slight chuckle from the Bard's naive response. He has encountered a mere fledgling in his midst. A newcomer to the adventurers life.*\n\n\"You're new to this are you now, Miss... Miss...\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Aye, got into this business 12 fortnights ago.\" (24 weeks ago) \n\n*She said, leaning herself to a tree, her sword clanking against the wood. Good, the wood is hard!*\n\n\"Hard business! Harsh cold weather, terrible beasts who call themselves men, and of course... The worst... Horrible ALCOHOL!\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Quite...\" *He responded trying to sound interested.*\n\n*Morwë then began to look down and continue to write in his journal. This wasn't the first time he heard this story being told to him.*\n\n\"Now so is it the gold or the glory that led you here? Err— or was it both?\" *He asked her rather cynically.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well... Maybe. Actually... Aye. Gold is good for food and survival, and Glory tends to get me free alcohol.\"\n\n*She said, nodding to herself. Of course, her true intentions is to travel the world, get stonks, and meet new people. That and find shiny things* \n\n\"How 'bout you? What's your reason for travelling such barren roads?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Oh you know, my parents were murdered by an evil marauder and now I am hellbent traveling across distant lands seeking revenge. Perhaps restore my seat as the Emperor of Silnaria,\" *Morwë answered sarcastically.*\n\n*He leaned in closer to look at the flower in front of him. Studying the plant with complete focus.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Nod nod nod.*\n\n\"Aye. Interesting adventure indeed. Have fun with that\"\n\n*She said, actually knowing it was sarcastic this time. She produced a small book, writing something down... Probably making some sort of note. \nNothing too interesting there. Flowers are much more interesting than good old Ein and her Book*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Going to his knees, kneeling closer to flower, delicately plucking one of its petals.*\n\n\"Say Bard, are you well attuned to the story of Polygazhar and the 13 Liars?\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I'm not the most educated of them all, so no, I don't.\"\n\n*Again, flower things are much more fun than tree standing things! But, something interesting about her, was she produced a cloak... And a large claymore, slipping that on. Oh well, she was now mucho protected from cold... And maybe people*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Placing the petal carefully onto his journal and then putting it away. The High Elf slowly stood up, looking to the girl with this jaded interest.*\n\n\"Well Polygazhar is the supposed kin of Auctobal during the Century of Gold. He had 13 followers called the liars as you were already made aware of. Now during one of his teachings, Polygazhar challenged them to defeat him through unconventional means. 12 of them chose violently thus resulting in their bitter demise... Now all but one of his followers lived. Now this 13th follower chose not to consort in a bloody detail, rather he guised himself as a fool. When Polygazhar came to him one day, his follower murdered him in cold blood.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Interesting story indeed. 12 tried the direct, but the latter decided to act as a fool.\".\n\n\n*She said, nodding to herself. She kind of liked that story... Maybe if someone challenged her to kill them, she'll act as if she was a fool as well!*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*'What a foolish girl,' he thought to himself.*\n\n*Morwë turned around to fetch his sword resting against the large oak tree. As he did, he wrapped the sword belt around his waist, calmly tightening it.*\n\n\"Interesting story it is... Much so that I made that story up...\" *He said over to her.* \"Polygazhar was never kin to Auctobal nor did he have 13 Liars that murdered him.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Made up or not, it's still an interesting story. Maybe write a book one day, I'd read it\"\n\n*She said, backing off from the tree, tightening her back back strap, which held her claymore. It was a pretty claymore.*\n\n\"I wouldn't know if it was false anyways, I'm not the most educated of people\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He whistled his horse to come to him. As he did, he pulled the horse along back to the road.*\n\n\"Quite the Warrior's fool you are,\" *He remarked, trying to sound nice as possible.*\n\n*The High Elf looked back and forth at the road way, pondering to some mundane predilection.*\n\n\"Since you're in search of a village, I might as well accompany you.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Not a warrior, but simply an armed musician. But if that isn't much if trouble for you and thou horse.\"\n\n*She said, looking the horse up and down. She hasn't seen many horses, except on carriages and rich people. She's only had Ox's for the farm*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Musicians don't carry claymores...\" *Morwë commented.* \"What's your name, bard?\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well... I'm a special musician. I'm Eínillainis Tsúdahaéide. Interesting name, I know. Yours?\"\n\n*She said, slipping her hood up. Pretty cloak. Very green! Now she looks MYSTERIOUS! Mwahahahahaha*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Put you're hood down, you'll look like a bloody vagrant,\" *The Elf snidely remarked.*\n\n*The two pressed on the road, passing through a quiet birch forest.*\n\n\"I'm Ancano of Ruipaior,\" *He casually lied.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Looking threatening and dangerous generally protects me from having to interact with less than nice people. And nice to meet you... Ancano of Ruipaior\"\n\n*She took not of her surroundings. Of course, this wouldn't be a place to use a large sword... Maybe her broadsword would be best*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He looked to her gear in a rather doubtful manner. She is far too prepared to be on her own. Neither his days as a novice traveler had him prepare to such extent. The world is a dangerous and terrible place, but even the Elf knew it took no exceptions to those facing it.*\n\n\"How did you obtain all of your accoutrement?\" *He curiously asked.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Work as a musician pays well, especially when the drunk patrons throw money at you for some strange favours. They never get them if it involved something physical... Free money since they don't remember it the next day. \n\nPlus, I used to own a large farm down in the Tupla Region. Left it to my brother. Farming wasn't for me. Actually some of my equipment was made by me at home. As a woman, I was taught how to use a loom and sew! Wasn't good at it so mother had to help me make this cloak... And the woolen clothes I am wearing\"\n\n*She didn't start like this of course, but after a long while, she built it all up. But that was only really a half truth. She also borrowed some money from... A few... Would be bandits and thieves after... Deleting their body. She has a few blood stains on her collar and trousers*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He looked to Eínillainis with his brow raised. The stain on the collar of her shirt told more than what she had likely said. She was curious girl indeed, but her naïvety raised rather different hair raising ideas into Morwë's mind.*\n\n\"You lived comfortable, I suppose,\" *He said to her.* \"Not every farmer would find such success as how you described it.\""
},
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"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Aye, helps being a large farm. Don't be getting any funny ideas though. I'm living as a nomad. No home you can ransack for the riches\" \n\n*She nods, pulling her cloak up to... Cover her collar... She was thinking to herself... Did he see? Anyways, she won't probably know. Would be good to have a friend in adventures... Much safer than walking roads and having to slice people in half*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"I don't count on it,\" *He responded.* \"Such things are for the hands of Macen and not mine. You know actually, back in Silnaria, farms there are built ten folds then here in this country. It's been said in a good year that the farmers back home receive three harvest seasons.\"\n\n*He stared at the road, feeling this bitter sense of nostalgia crawling on to him. It was quickly brushed aside when he caught his senses to tug his horse slightly closer.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Quite so\"\n\n*Too many words for her to understand. She knows what harvesting season is! But she knows nothing else\"\n\n\"How about you? You seem... Very well off as a traveller. Horse, educated, well spoken.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He pondered for awhile, thinking the possible ways of telling his story. Morwë didn't want to share too much, but there was this earnestness coming from the girl that confide him to such predicament.*\n\n\"Umm well... Let's see...\" *He began.* \"I was once an apprentice for this noble family back in Silnaria. A student I guess is the proper term. I was really close to this family, but they were also strict in a sense. Everything was fine until one day, one of their sons betrayed them. Everyone in the family were in grief because of what happened. So much so that I was told that I cannot be their student anymore.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"So you are an educated man! Very interesting. I won't ask more. It's not my job as a peasant to meddle with the affairs of a foreign nobility. Silnaria... Is uhh... Where is that? I'm not good.. With places\"\n\n*She said, producing a large piece of paper, which possessed an unfinished map... She only completed a small part... Tupla and a straight line to where they are now*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Silnaria is that big empty space on the top left,\" *He said, pointing at the map.* \"Do you draw your own maps?\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I try... I'm not experienced... It's probably very wrong, but the thought is what matters and... Lantt Marchts\"\n\n*Hmm strange language she spoke right there. Anyways, yes it was extremely inaccurate, but the Land marks were in the right general area.*\n\n\"I'll be sure to fill out the rest of this world once I'm out of Salvainia... And try their alcohol\"\n\n*She said, giving him a great and hearty grin. She had a dream! Albeit not being the best dream, but still a dream!*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Looking around the road,* \"Well it's going to take you awhile... We're making our way to the heart of the country not outwards.\"\n\n*Morwë waves his hands slightly above the map, casting a drawing charm onto it. There Eínillainis' map begins to fill out by itself with citys and geography properly labeled.*\n\n\"This will help...\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She stared at it with... Confusion. Is this the magic she has heard so much about. Woah...*\n\n\"Woah. How did- is this... The sorcery I hear my brothers speak of at the farm? Thank you very much good sir, now this shall help in my navigation to the taverns and Inns of the land!\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Yeah, no. My magic only goes as far as cities and towns that I memorized,\" *He commented.* \"Where did you actually say you started from?\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"The Tupla region. Dhushaf I think. Great village I say. Try the barley beer. It's strong and great\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He scratched his chin and then looked to her in a curious dismay. She doesn't quite realize it yet.*\n\n\"You haven't actually... Gone far here...\" *He said to her inquisitively.* \"If you've been at Dhushaf 12 fortnights ago, then you should realize that you might have been walking in circles.*\n\n*He points again at the map,* \"We're headed to Dhugech. One town over from your village.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Oh... Oh well. If I just... Turn a different way I should be getting somewhere else? Right?\"\n\n*She is absolutely dumbfounded. How could she have done such a thing! She isn't smart at all... But at least... She got money from bandits*\n\n\"Dhugech it is... I've never been there before. Interesting sounding place\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Rolling his eyes,* \"Not really... It's just a port town with a glorified ferry. Just because it takes people to the capital doesn't make the boat ride expensive.\"\n\n*A thought came to him.*\n\n\"Speaking of which,\" *He muttered to himself.*\n\n*He dug through the pouch on the saddle of his horse, there he felt his coins, counting them through mere touch.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She heard ferry... Oh nooo bad memories are coming up. Oh nooooooo. Anyways, she sheepishly took out her money pouch... Okay... She has enough money. Back into her mysterious hiding spot it is!*\n\n\"The ferry... Is the thing that goes on water right?\"\n\n*She asked, nervously... She isn't... Exactly the best when it comes to water*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"You know I'm beginning to really doubt this naïve sheltered girl routine that you're doing now,\" *He bluntly remarked.* \"It was cute at first, but now it's just making me question if you've been struck in the head very hard.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Nay, I'm generally like this. But the ferry is the thing that goes on water yes? If yes, I'm horribly sea sick. If no, I should be fine\"\n\n*She said, smiling. She is really just a mysterious person. Why was someone who was armed to the teeth be acting so... Strange? Is she really a nice person or just a deceitful person... Time will tell. I reckon, she is a nice person*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The two walked on, slowly getting near Dhugech town border. Morwë slowed his stride down, feeling awfully suspicious of his traveling companion.*\n\n\"Why do I get the feeling you have this edgy dark side that I am unaware of,\" *He cynically points out.* \"Obviously you don't realize that weapon-smiths here don't create expensive claymores to simple traveling bards, right?\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Aye I do realize such a thing. Had to supply the man with the materials he needed to build such a thing. Of course, he had the steel... The leather was hard to source.\"\n\n*She looked at him, confused, wondering what got him to thing of such negative things*\n\n\"Everyone has an edgy dark side. I myself have one, but I know how to control myself. It's important when your job is to care for entertain\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The High Elf looks to Eínillainis, who is half his height, trying to believe any random old blacksmith will be willing to give a giant sword to her.*\n\n\"I... I haven't mentioned this...\" *He divulged, sounding more and more doubtful.* \"But I happen to be in league with the Blacksmith guild... And with some 200-ish years of experience, I might say... You're simple village blacksmith here seems to have quite the skill of a fortuned castle smith.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Hmmm?\"\n\n*She asked, drawing her claymore. It seemed pretty ordinary. The blade was well made and the lower end was wrapped. It's a simple blade*\n\n\"This claymore wasn't exactly given to me. I commissioned and payed for it with hard earned gold. Though, it is higher quality, it still only took around 2 gold. \"\n\n*She said, with a grin, sliding it back into the scabbard. It seems.. The scabbard had a slit in it to make it easier to sheath when placed on the back. I wonder if he is going to ask about the basket hilt sword and buckler* \n\n\"If you want to know about the sword and buckler, let's just say, the original bandit man didn't need it anymore\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He stared at her in sure disbelief. Dumbfounded by her sheer aloofness.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Believe it or not, this 'Naïve' woman is a skilled bard AND... Somewhat of a skilled fighter. Not a warrior though. O-ho ho no. I won't even compare to the knights of the Monarchs.\"\n\n*She said, with a grin. She indeed is a really strange person. A bard with weaponry and... Blood on the collar?*\n\n\"Plus, my kit won't even protect most of my body from getting a slash from a long sword... Gambesons, cuirasses, and helmets aren't the best against fully armoured walls of steel with big swords\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Okay...\" *He answered in slight defeat.* \"But I still find it strange that you learned all of this from a farm with no worldly insight from masters of those specific trades.\"\n\n*He continued on walking, feeling some peevish irritability.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Hehe, that's the mysteries of this woman. Though, you are fun. I like you. Maybe we should accompany each others on our travels! Great protection comes from two people... And great beers.\"\n\n*She smiled to herself and mumbled to herself silently*\n\n\"At least it'll give me solace for my father... Great man\" \n\n*She returned back to her ordinary self yet again*\n\n\"So this ferry, where is it? You still haven't answered my question about it!\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"It's in Dhugech,\" *He sighed.* \"Northside of the city there is a port with a ferry master to delegate passage to the capital.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I see I see. Oh well, I won't pester you with more questions then\"\n\n*She said, pulling her hood a bit further to protect herself from some winds... Or anything. She also readjusted her sword sash! Basically think sword belt, but the belt is actually a sash!*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Morwë mounts his horse and looks over to Eínillainis,* \"I will go ride ahead. I have dealings in city that I must attend to. Perhaps we shall meet again at the town's tavern. The ferry ride must wait.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Aye aye, may we meet again in the future.\"\n\n*She said, waving to the man*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The High Elf then rides off into town, disappearing off into the distance.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "`I was just thinking about how what to type, I'm here ' 3 '`\n\nTheron had spent a day or two traveling to Ferry, due to the surprising lack of work he could find around the homestead he was calling home for the moment. He had enough coin to last for a long enough time, when considering rent, but the feeling of having nothing to do ached him.\n\nFor today, he wanted to find a few odd jobs or even a quest to spend his time on... Which was why he was waiting in the street, sat down comfortably and dragging his finger along the floor.\n\nThe man's head and most of his face was covered in a hood, which strangely enough had stitched on fabric to resemble some sort of canine. The cowl that the hood was attached to covered most of his upper body, so there was no telling what he could have up his sleeve... But the short-sword around his waist was a hint to what his usual line of work consisted of."
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Travelling the roads of the city was the very mysterious EinEin. She herself found herself interested about the wolf man as she scouted out the Ferry. It indeed was a boat. She's not going to have a good day with that when she relocates Mr Elf Man.\n\nAfter her moment of staring at the boat, she proceeded to stare at the Wolf Man. Maybe this man could be something good... Or maybe must a friend. She stopped for a moment... Thinking to herself, shaking her head and proceeds to move to talk to the man. Her equipment could be heard clinking as she walked*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "Theron stretched his arms to feel a bit better, guessing to himself that he was in this position for about an hour now. Investigating the clinking he had been hearing for a minute or so now, he looked over at Ein and checked her over. She didn't seem to have any sort of ill intent against him so he stood up to speak to the curious lady.\n\n\"Hello. Do you have anything you need help with? I've been waiting around this area for some time, but haven't had much to work off of or do.\"\n\nHis green eyes met hers as he waited for an answer, while folding his arms underneath his cowl. He had spoken out in a soft tone, not wanting to scare off one of the only people so far to have approached him for anything within the hour or so he had been sitting there."
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Her... Shadowy Purple eyes met his Green eyes! Checkmate Green Eyes! She stopped for a moment and grinned go herself, resting her hand onto her sword for... That hand resting action that so many people want*\n\n\"Your get up... Are you a wolf man? Interesting wear. There are many jobs in this world... Like... Being a bard or a bandit\" \n\n*In contrast, her voice was... A bit playful I suppose? She didn't sound aggressive but she was still pretty let's say... Up front?*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron's left brow would rise up... Why did she just start grinning to herself for no reason? She seemed to be rather satisfied with what she was looking at as well, but he couldn't quite tell why. Once she had finished speaking, he was a bit puzzled by why she specifically mentioned bards and bandits as well...*\n\n\"... I am no wolfman. Being a bandit would be against the law, and I do not have talent in instruments as of now... But what about yourself? Since you complimented me, you look a lot like a soldier. Do you belong in a company?\"\n\n*Having recovered from the initial confusion in her quite sudden burst in... What he assumed to be confidence... He responded in a way he thought was best. She might have brought up bandits for a reason, so he wanted to know who she was... And if there were bandits around here in similar clothing to him. Quite the conniption...*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well no. Simply an Adventurer you see? A real Connoisseur of alcohol.\"\n\n*She looked at him for a moment with a squint, wondering what he was. Why was he wearing a wolf cloak... What was he?* \n\n\n\n*She pulled down her hood, starting too feel a bit stuffy under it. She was a pretty person. Black hair, purple eyes. She was wearing something metal under her cloak... Something. Wonder what that was?*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I see... I suppose we're similar then. I am an adventurer as well, but I haven't been able to find much luck on jobs.\"\n\n*Theron had calmed himself, it seemed that he wasn't being chased by someone after all... Most likely.*\n\n\"Have you been traveling long? If you are tired I would recommend the inn that's down the road, left, then right. I was planning on going back to the inn to see if something was needed of me.\"\n\n*He had looked her face over for a few seconds, then focused back on her eyes. Not many people were interacting with him as of now, so it could be worth it to see if a fellow adventurer had any leads on where he could find work.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"12 Fortnights to be exact good sirrah. Sadly this adventurer as well couldn't find a job. An inn is too expensive yes? Adventurer's work is hard yet great for people like me. One day I shall taste the beers of the world!\" \n\n*12 fortnights mean 24 weeks by the way. She herself couldn't see his face. But to her, she decided that maybe... Talking to the suspicious people could bring up some nice things.. Like travellers companions and... Friends? Or maybe some weird alcohol for her to drink on her down time* \n\n\"I hear that the countryside tends to have an infestation of vagrants and bandits. Great way to practice and a great way to convince them to part with their worldly possessions\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron would sigh and mutter to himself for a bit, looking down at the ground... He did forget that when he was first doing work he would assist villages and towns with such problems. It would likely be best that he should continue that line of work if he really needed it.*\n\n*Once tapping his chin a few times, he'd focus back on the lady in front of him. It was rude of him to just start mumbling to himself, but hopefully she didn't take it to badly.*\n\n\"Twelve fortnights? You've spent quite a lot of time on the road then... The inn here doesn't demand that much compensation for spending the night. Just keep quiet and be out by dawn with ten silver as payment, that was what I was informed by the owner.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"10 silver is a lot. That's at least... A whole week's meal. Or a new sharpening stone. I prefer to keep moving. But maybe I'll try for one night anyways.\" \n\n*She didn't exactly really hear the muttering part of him since Cities tend to... Be loud you know? But she did seem interested in him. That's mostly because of his Wolfman Get up. But also maybe how she can't see any weapon on him... How does he expect to protect himself without weapons?*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron felt a bit disappointed with himself for not guessing that a lot of adventurers had a rough start, just like he did. That one quest he had done a week ago gave him a few gold pieces, so he had a lot of silver to rest on...*\n\n\"Forgive me for being rude if you don't have enough supplies... If you require anything I'll purchase it for you within reason. As for something I've forgotten to do for quite some time now, my name is Therron Farrid.\"\n\n*He stretched out his hand from his cowl, implying a hand shake. Since she'd been out on the road and dealing with many problems for this long, the least he could do was give her similar rations and equipment to his. That should allow her to continue a long expedition, that since she mentioned so casually, was possibly her usual.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She shook his hand with a very strong grip. Strong grip means power. That and it also means she is fed enough to have strength* \n\n\"Tis is fine. I'm not raised to ask a person I met a few moments ago for favours. Plus, It'd be much more worthwhile for Adventurers such as ourselves to join together yes? But sadly, my luck is not of that. \n\nThe name is Eínillainis Tsúdahaéide-Eíramain. Long name I know. I'm also not elven. Many people think I am\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I see... As for your luck, is it some kind of ability that deters people from you? I would not mind working together, since it would be beneficial to understand your strengths... As well, we could tackle larger and usually well paying jobs.\"\n\n*Theron took note of her strength, and solidified his idea that she had similar gear to a knight or soldier under her cloak. Maybe aketon? She seemed to be giving information that she couldn't afford much, so anything plate was out of the question.*"
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{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well it's more of me just walking in a slightly different circle every time. Turns out, my navigational skills aren't the best. Haven't met many Adventurers.\"\n\n*Being near the coast of somewhere, the wind picked up... Her cloak followed the laws of physics and her gear could now be easily seen. Of course, he should have been able to easily see her claymore... I don't know if I mentioned that yet... I'm tired. \n\nShe was wearing what seems to be a cuirass... A sword sash... And... Carrying a few cool things. Like a basket hilt and a buckler. Nothing special.* \n\n\"I suppise you could say the lack of luck is an ability for the few unlucky ones\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\" 'Luck can always be circumvented by good intuition,' a mage I once worked with told me this... But I've been seemingly having similar problems as yourself.\"\n\n*Theron quickly looked over most details under the cloak during the time he was given to analyze it all. He nodded to himself, understanding that she did at least have gained proper equipment through her time travelling... Then focused his attention back to her eyes.*\n\n\"Focusing on other matters however, would you mind if I accompanied you for a time? As you said before, adventurers should stick together... And if the next opportunity is too large for yourself, then more time would be wasted.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Aye I wouldn't mind. A friend is always important. But of course, as long as your friend doesn't stab you in the back that is.\"\n\n*She said, grinning slightly. She now doesn't actually know what to talk about... So she just awkwardly stands there.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron would give her a smile, then walked a few feet down the road.*\n\n\"Well, we should get going then. I feel that I might be low on some things I require for journeys out into the country... It would also be beneficial to see if you have everything you need as well.\"\n\n*Theron gazed back over to her while waiting on her response. He still wanted to make sure that she was well off on food or other such things after such a long time spent on getting to Ferry... And this was a good enough excuse for him.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Aye, I'll be following after. I too need supplies...\"\n\n*She said, following after. Clink clink clink goes her equipment. She did have a big bag. Probably a large amount of hard tack in there. Hard tack is great if you make it right*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Although Theron was walking a foot or two to her right, she could notice that he would make very little noise. The iron boots strapped to his feet would create little to no sound, as would any other equipment on him.*\n\n\"Would you mind explaining some of your skills to me? I will do the same if you want, after you're done sharing what you can do.\"\n\n*Theron looked over to Ein while continuing his walk. The man would be about 5'3, now that he was walking side-by-side with her and was easier to measure in comparison to her own height.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*The woman was 5'5... And her claymore... Well that was 4'5. It's a big sword. She's probably very strong and muscular underneath that. She's also carrying a massive bag... And a lot of gear. How is she not tired yet? She doesn't even look that much phased about this*\n\n\"Well, I'm a musician... And decent with a sword. Other than that... Nothing much. I'm not a special person. Just a human on the road to greatness I suppose\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Hmmm... Musician? Is that why you mentioned bards back then? What kind of music do you play?\"\n\n*Theron continued walking, looking up at her with some intrigue. Musicians were a rarity to him, since most people he had met delved into martial skills or magic.*\n\n\"For myself, I can do most simple things better than others... Sight, hearing, smelling, etcetera...\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well. I'm a lutist. Made my own lute. Good sound. I play in bars with my own family's style of playing. It's fun. Involves a lot of hand movements instead of fingers\" \n\n*She said, taking note of his skills... Hearing is good. That's an important thing to have*\n\n\"Hearing is good. It's important to have when you're hunting... Same with smell.\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"A lute? I can't really think of what that kind of instrument is... I'll have to see it some time.\"\n\n*Theron stopped, now that they reached what he assumed to be a store for general goods... At least, that was what the sign said a few dozen meters down the road they were walking on.*\n\n\"In more pressing matters, we'll prepare here and then possibly spend the night in the inn. If you have other ideas, go ahead and voice them.\"\n\n*He turned to face her, arms behind his back. He smiled for whatever reason and waited for anything that she might have wanted to say or do.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well... I might buy a pair of gloves. Bleak winters aren't fair on hands... Neither is half swording. Metal is cold\"\n\n*She said, taking look... At said sign. The sign was nice. She could read it! That's good too.. At least she could read. But she wondered... Inns. They have alcohol right? She likes alcohol. It tends to sooth her when she feels stressed... That or makes her really sleepy*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron nodded, then opened the door and walked into the shop. He himself wanted to buy some extra dried fruit for himself... Maybe a pound or two of hardtack. He had a party member so this would mean they could tackle some higher rewards, if they were willing to split what was earned.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*There in the shop, Morwë peered out from the back door, quietly conversing with a cloaked figure beside him. His face was grim, and from afar their discussion didn't seem pleasant. There he was left to stand in a disheartened state as the cloaked figure returns back inside to the back room.*\n\n*All might have seemed to dwelt in a gloomy misfortune, but when he looked over at the front to find a familiar face, his mood felt very well surprised. He looked over at the door once more, but then faced the girl with the large claymore and her companion alongside her.*\n\n\"Well isn't this a surprise,\" *He said over to them.* \"Strange girl has met another stranger...\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Meanwhile, she walked inside and picked up a pair of... Leather gloves. This ought to do the trick. She shall save her money for a skinning dagger... And maybe a farm like the good old days. But alas, the Adventurer's life is much more eventful.\n\nClink clink clink. And now she has payed for her gloves... It was nice and warm in them... Maybe she can now stand the cold much better! All she has to do is wear her gambeson more*\n\n\"Today seems to be my lucky day eh? Met two adventurer. Two new friends? Good day indeed.\" \n\n*She did indeed meet him yet again, but this time, her walking sound is not the flop flop of her boots but now clink clink of her steel*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron tilted his head, a bit curious as to how they knew each other... But decided to not dig too much into it and let things play out normally.*\n\n\"Good day to you. So you were one of the few others she mentioned she runs into?\"\n\n*Theron scanned some of the items placed about the store as well as the new figure that had greeted them. He had usually kept his listening active but seemed to have unconsciously dialed it off during his time with Ein. The conversation seemed to have just completed once he had walked in, too... Bad timing.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Folding his arms, staring down at the two.* \"Doubtful as I am of Eínillainis, I am sadly one of perhaps many helpless others to cross her way.\"\n\n*The High Elf looked at the two rather cynically, as their statures in comparison to his warranted a rather silly image. Both of them, as it may seem, were the generic warrior types. There wasn't much interest to be had from them, but it was all well pleasant for Morwë's sake.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She made a \"Hmmmm\" Face then... Said*\n\n\"W h a t\" \n\n*She didn't understand what 'I am of Eínillainis' meant... She isn't exactly the smartest of them all, being home schooled by farmers*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I see. I wonder what connotations that is supposed to have behind it, but you have your reasons.\"\n\n*Theron picked up a piece of hardtack and looked it over, satisfied with what would eventually go through his stomach. Taking a second one, he would walk over and place a few silver down for the man behind the counter to take and nod quietly.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Well, long as I have lived, reading into people's character has become a second hand ability for me,\" *He commented as he stepped aside allowing for the stranger to walk towards the counter.*\n\n*He looked at the two again, slowly leaning back against a wall.*\n\n\"You're going to New Salvainia aswell?\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She remained silent. Probably addressing the other mans. She silently... Took off her bag and... Produced a book. A small book. It was a leather bound book. Very good for note keeping... \n\nThat was promptly slipped into her sword sash after she wrote something in it. Probably expenses?*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"For now I'm just following the footsteps of our mutual friend. The lady I live with has had luck with quite a few quests so I've decided to head out and do the same.\"\n\n*Theron turned over to the man, maintaining some eye-contact now that his business was over for the time being. He was curious about why Ein was so quiet, but she seemed to be content with that so he wouldn't question it right now.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"I'm more of an acquaintance rather than a friend,\" *He said.* \"But yes, it seems the heart and center of such things are quests, and the only place to find them are at the capital.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Oh well, beating up bandits gets boring. Maybe I might find work as a court musician... Or maybe... A knight! Wait... I think that's a man only job\"\n\n*She can have dreams! One day, she shall become the best knight of the land and... Get all the dudes! Wait that's not how star wars went.*\n\n\"Aw. I see I'm not a friend of yours? One day I will become a friend! Count my words\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron muttered something about \"Nineteen\", then went back to focus on the man*\n\n\"Ah, I forgot. Apologies for being rude, but my name is Theron Farrid. So I take it that you might be heading to New Salvainia as well?\"\n\n*Theron reached his hand into his hood, scratching the back of his own head.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Reaching out his hand towards Theron,* \"Valmir Northwatch. Pleasure to meet you.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Confusion. Big confusion. Wait a moment*\n\n\"That's not the name you gave me! How many names do you have? I thought you were Ancano... Of Ruipaior!\"\n\n*She now doubts his existence as a truthful person. Who really was this. Now she feels uncomfortable. He couldn't even tell her a name that he'd tell others.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*With sly grin on his face,* \"What silly girl you are, Eínillainis. You have already forgotten my name already. I said out right from encounter that my name wasn't Ancano. I believe this is your farm girl instinct getting the best of you, perhaps you're well proportioned skills overlapped in your judgement of something so simple as my name.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She sighed, scratching her head in mild frustration.*\n\n\"Oh well, cant help it I suppose. Not all farmers are educated in higher levels. I'm even lucky to know how to read. Though... How my parents knew to read... I will never know. But now, I shall refer to you as Valmir... Northwatch. Or maybe Val. Val is much easier\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron supposed that the man just used fake names as a cover of sorts... He possibly did things that bordered along criminal acts, which would explain the cloaked figure that Theron initially saw speaking to him.*\n\n\"... You two aren't close, after all. Valmir mentioned how you were both acquaintances. I suppose not remembering someone's name after traveling for a time is understandable.\"\n\n*Theron gave him a nod, shaking his hand once then quickly retracting it.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He looks over to Theron with his brow raised, readjusting his folded arms to comfortable position. His rather cynical way of thinking things brought along this curious dismay.*\n\n\"Do you often repeat stuff that's happening?\" *He bluntly asks him.* \"Because this is the second time you addressed something that's obvious."
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She sighed to herself, leaning onto a wall, letting her cloak hang, revealing her many weapons... And armour reserved for someone who fights a lot. Seriously! What kind of farmer has a gambeson and a cuirass sitting around? \n\nAnyways, her day is now extremely confusing because she has 2 new names to learn... And one new person she feels a slight suspicion of. Why would he use fake names* \n\n\"Ne- fake names are used when you have something to hide. Do you have something to hide? I think it's the same for fake stories and lies. Like that story about the man and the 12 liers. Though it's fake...\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I suppose you can take it as, I like to make sure I understand what's happening.\"\n\n*Theron would give the man a shallow smile, then glance over to Ein. At least she understood that much... But delving into what kind of activities the nameless person in front of them takes part in was something he did not feel like doing as of now.*\n\n\"I've gotten what I needed, so I'll be heading out... Possibly get two rooms set up at the inn, for the evening. What about you Ein?\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"An inn sounds nice... Being warm and cosy for a single night cant hurt much. Plus, it's been a bit since I've drank any alcohol.\"\n\n*She said with that classic grin of a person who has some... Strange intelligence levels.*\n\n\"Plus, forests near a city aren't safe. Too many would be thieves there\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The High Elf stood there quietly as the two converse one another.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Alright. I'll go ahead and set it up then... I'll pay for the night, so do as you wish around the city till dusk. I will be at the blacksmith for some time going over my equipment if you need me.\"\n\n*Theron then focused back on the man as he held the door open, about to walk out.*\n\n\"May we see each other again in good health, Valmir.\"\n\n*Theron then left the store, deciding it wasn't worth hearing a reply.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I shall be off to gather some supplies for myself... And maybe visit the blacksmith for some touching up on my equipment. May we meet another time, Valmir\"\n\n*And like that, she went off... To go do something... Maybe get a water flask... Those tend to be good... Or better yet, get some new boots! But... Alas, she needs to spend her momey wisely... She only has so much in her budget...*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He mutters to himself,* \"Wait 'til they figure out I'm the hired blacksmith for Dhugech Smithy...\"\n\n*The Elf shrugs and walks out of the store, before he did he gave an auspicious nod towards the shopkeeper and then closing the door behind him.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Yet again, a specific EinEin could be found roaming the streets... Her gear clinking against each other due to... Them being metal of course. She was on her way to meet the blacksmith! She needed... Some sharpening... And maybe a new handle... It's gotten very loose. Hopefully that's in her budget... If not... She'll probably do it herself...*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*In the smithy, Morwé begins to toil beside the fire, straightening a newly forged sword against an anvil. The smell of ash and metal resonate in the air. The Clinking and Clanking got louder and louder. The many years in the forge brought a clean handiwork in the weapons, refining a far superior weapon being made.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She peeped her head in, upon hearing the black smith in the house, not actually noticing it is Mr Val yet... \n\nShe put on her classic grin and called over, at least after entering the door of the shop*\n\n\"Hellloooo!\"\n\n*Very friendly... Doubt he could hear her though. A shop tends to be very loud... Very very loud*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Face hiding in the smoke,* \"Aye, welcome to the smithy...\"\n\n*He tends to smoldering fire in the furnace, melting steel as he goes. The High Elf becomes covered in ash and sweat.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Do you... People do... Blade sharpening... Deburring... And maybe realignment and tightening grips? My claymore... Is a bit wobbly as of now. \n\nOh oh and are you able to fix dents in armour? Turns out, bows aren't really that nice to armour.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Yes, we can repair your sword.\"\n\n*Morwé stops his work and makes his way to the front. As he did, he stepped back a little surprised, but his shocked expression quickly turned to a cunning grin. A familiar face has come to him once more.*\n\n\"I presume it's your commissioned claymore you ever so told me about?\" *He asked her in a sarcastic demeanor.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Oh it's Mr Valmir... Of Somewhere. Yes it is. The handle wasn't... The best fit. Hope you can fix it. And... The rest of my gear... Pleaaase~?\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He stood there staring at her with an unamused look on his face. Grubby and all from the work he has been doing. There little exchange had a disparity that distanced the two far from each other, the Elf felt very well irritated.*\n\n\"I would look into repairing them, yes...\" *He said to her unthusiastically.* \"But you're not giving me what you want to repair.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She sighed to herself, taking out her leather book yet again, then began to list*\n\n\"Pommel and grip is loose on the claymore, giving it an annoying wobble. The Basket hilt broadsword just simply needs to be deburred and sharpened. The buckler and cuirass needs to be undented and my helmet needs... The visor... Well... Less dented.\"\n\n*List complete. Inhale and exhale!*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He continued to look at her with an unmoved expression. With his arms folded and his stance stiffened, he stood there simply waiting. She listed the things needed to be done, but she forgets the very thing she needed to do.*\n\n\"Well?\" *He asked impatiently.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She produced the objects she needed... Done. If he says another well... She won't actually know what's wrong. But among the objects are... A claymore... Buckler... Basket hilt broadsword... Her cuirass and helmet... And that's all! She still kept her rondel. Those tend to be useful at times*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He stared at the items placed on the counter, picking some and examining them in great detail.*\n\n\"I can fix all of these, except for the claymore\" *He addressed her.* \"It's beyond repair...\"\n\n*Morwë picks up the claymore and turns to the back and examines through the stockpile. From row to row, he searches through, trying to find the proper materials to fixing it.*\n\n\"Your cuirass, helmet, and buckler I can repair no problem however...\" *Morwë explained as he continued to look.* \"It's a simple work in the anvil and nothing more. Your hilt I can just replace... But for your claymore, the best I can do is reforge you a new one.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She sighed to herself. Thinking about good old friend Claymore... Is she going to have yo say good bye to it?*\n\n\"If the claymore can't be saved, I won't argue with a professional. I suppose I can get a new one reforged. What is the approximate amount of money do I have to give you?\" \n\n*So many fun days with the claymore... Cutting enemies down... And cutting some branches down... Fun times. She just hopes this new claymore will be as good as the old one!*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"It'll cost about 25 silver for repairs, but to buy a newly made sword will be 60 silver more.\"\n\n*He places down the claymore and walks over the counter and grabs the broadsword. He then takes it to a crafting bench, carefully disassembling the hilt from the blade. After he took the disassembled blade to a stone grinder and began resharpening the blade.*\n\n\"The only thing I can say about your claymore is that it's imbalanced. The tip is too heavy and the core is too weak, I can practically cut it in half with my hammer... I suggest reforging it to a smaller and more balanced sword.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Hmmm... Well... I suppose I can do without a great sword for now. My broadsword should suffice. I'll buy another sword from you another day, Valmir\"\n\n*She said with a grin, producing her money pouch and... Taking out the 25 silver he said... Plus 5 more silver just in case something occured, putting her hand out for him to take it*\n\n\"Here's 25 silver... There's 5 more just in case something happens. You can keep the 5 if nothing happens...\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He steps off the grinder, looking over to her with meager interest. The Elf then proceeds back to workbench and slowly assembling back the blade.*\n\n\"So I take it that you want to keep your claymore for now?\"\n\n*Morwë turns around and heads to the counter, exchanging the broadsword for the buckler and helmet. There he heads over to the forge and place the two against the fire, patiently waiting for the both to glow red. As he waited he grabbed a bellows to his side and slowly tempered the smoldering fire.*\n\n\"What happened to Theron?\" *He asks casually, trying to make conversation.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I'll probably keep the claymore. It's extremely difficult to use now since... Well the handle moves. I'm unsure as to where Theron is... He somewhat disappeared\"\n\n*She said, leaning against that wall... Having taken out her lute, playing a simple tune. Well as simple as her style of music gets...*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*As he pulls out the cuirass and buckler out of the fire and onto the anvil, Morwë carefully began tapping his hammer away against the steel, smoothing out the dent with much attentive care. His focus began to stir as E\u001d\u001d\u001d\u001dínillainis' music stirred a peaceful air.*\n\n\"He'll show up at some point...\" *He mutters.* \"Perhaps he's at the inn, or maybe shopping for items...\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Or flat out drunk on the floor of an inn... That tends to happen to people...\"\n\n*She said, still playing the tune... It was very much like her. It has two sides... Something that sounds mysterious and... Oddly sad and something bright and happy, with a tinge of power and satisfaction. Maybe she is really just two sides of a coin... But anyways, it's soon become obvious that she wasn't exactly the most normal person... You see, her hand moves faster than many people... And she has such good control over it... Probably practiced this a lot*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He held up the buckler up in the air and closely examined it. Morwë took one easy blow and then carefully place back down. He turned his attention onto the cuirass and looked to in a steely eyed examination.*\n\n\"I doubt he is...\" *He commented.* \"He didn't look the type to fill the day in hedonistic debauchery.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Oh well, not many people enjoy the feeling you get in the mornin' after a good night's drink.\"\n\n*Lute noises*\n\n\"And I'm assuming Hedonistic Debauchery means something along the lines of getting flat out drunk\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Wiping the cuirass with a rag,* \"Sort of... It's more or less enjoying the finer things in life. As for debauchery... It's basically whoring, drinking, and... Uhhh... And also whoring and drinking at the same time.\"\n\n*Morwë returns to the counter with a freshly repaired buckler and cuirass. He turns to look at the helmet and examine it.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Whoring doesn't sound like a good thing... Sounds like boring. Boring tends to make me feel nervous.\"\n\n*She perfectly knew what that meant. And it was obvious she was trying to be sarcastic... But she completely misses the point of sarcasm.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Continuing to examine Eínillainis' helmet, looking to it in a befuddled expression. He wasn't familiar with the style and handiwork of the helmet. It didn't seem to look the type to fashion a visor. Regardless, he continued to closely examine it, trying to grasp a sorted idea of where the visor should be.*\n\n\"As a 300 year old Elf whose travels took him far and wide, I believe whoring to be the quintessential aspect to enjoying life. Bugger all who says it other wise.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*It's a closed Sallet... Pretty cool looking. Has a unique shape... Interesting. It looks too well made... To well... Be bought by someone like her. Did she steal it off of someone? Maybe she got it from some bandit man. Actually, she just bought it. It wasn't that expensive.* \n\n\"300... Years old? You're old, old man. And... I'm unsure if you are in the position... To... You know, work in that business. Unless you mean the other way around, and I'm sure people like you would enjoy that kind of things...\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Turning around again, grabbing an unattached visor at the very top shelf.*\n\n\"By Silnari standards, 300 is technically the basic equivalent to being 20 in Macen years,\" *He replied casually.* \"The advantage that I take from it is more so the vast amount of experience I gain over the years. Even if those experiences involved many... Venereal encounters.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Oh well... I wouldn't enjoy living for that long. Life is simply too long. There's a reason why Macens shant live forever. We just get bored easily.\"\n\n*She continued to play her song... At this point, she has been improvising in that Min-Maj-Min pattern for a while... It might as well become a rhapsody*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Morwë turns to the workbench and began attaching the visor onto the helmet. There he carefully placed bolts onto the temples of the helmet.*\n\n\"You're saying that on your own behalf, Eínillainis,\" *He commented to her naïve remark.* \"There are many of those in your race that desire immortality. As an Elf, we took our time mastering many would be skills. If you seen Silnari smithed tools, they're vastly superior to the dwarfish and macen tools. The only thing I'd say more so is that Dwarven materials are perhaps commendable in quality in comparison to the primitive creations that the Macens make.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well, isn't that what makes us special? We don't live long, we surely don't have the best thing, but we still are around... And powerful I suppose? But I guess I'm speaking on my own behalf. Living for a long time gets boring\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*As he finished the helmet, he tested the durability of the helmet lifting it up and down to see if its still attached.*\n\n\"That doesn't really make any difference.\" *He snidely replied, returning back to the counter with the helmet.* \"To be fairly honest, The Men of Drase in comparison to the many wondrous things in the world, their short and unassuming lives bare too little to serve a purpose. Powerful? In numbers I assume? Population? Your species breed like rabbits... It puts that existential question I always find in every so-called Macen adventurer I've encountered... They desire so much for glory and power simply because their lives serve too little, and the constant fear of being forgotten will always linger by their shoulders like an inescapable plague.\"\n\n*He continues on, staring at the girl with broiling intensity in his eyes.*\n\n\"If we stand a hundred years from now, I will stand and continue on with my 'long and boring life' while you die away. Forgotten by the people, by the tomes, by the scrolls... You will simply be a whisper in the wind that I will hurriedly brush off. You say that makes you powerful... Well I guess you are mistaken to see that your short lives is dreaded in the inevitable. You will never be remembered. You will be forgotten.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She flinched at that, then loosened up. She gave him a lazy shrug* \n\n\"Well, if I'm dead, I probably died doing something I love... Or dying doing something I don't like... Or just dying a pathetic death. Doesn't really matter. I just do the adventuring because I like it... That and the alcohol. That's also pretty fun\"\n\n*She said, ending her song in a cliffhanger-y way. It ended in the mysterious section too! But she doesn't seem to care about living long. Mostly because she has a dream.. And that's to consume all the alcohols in the land!*\n\n\"Plus, I'm sure I'm already forgotten at my home village. My brother probably thinks I'm dead. I'm not exactly special enough to be remembered in some book...\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Placing the helmet down, heaving a heavy sigh.*\n\n\"Funny that you're eating your own words,\" *He mutters to himself.*\n\n*He grabs the coins left in the counter and placing them onto a leather pouch that was hidden underneath. As he placed them in the bag, he counted as so.*\n\n\"Is there anything else? If there aren't, then I must get back to the work I'm actually being paid for by the guild.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I see I see. That is all, thank you, and may we meet again. Hopefully not in a hundred years. Doubt I'll be functioning to a decent level when my bones feel like twigs.\"\n\n*She puts her hands out for her things... Fun times ahead!*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*His brows furrowed to the girls strange response. She has no apparent back bone. After the tirade he unleashed onto her, she had no decency to muster some testament to argue back. 'Pathetic' was all he thought of her... But in some ways he felt guilty. In some part, his speech projected a little piece of insecurity from him...*\n\n*The High Elf said nothing but nodded out of acknowledgement. He turned away and headed back to the forge, continuing his craft.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Take her things she goes... On they go... Assuming they were cold enough to wear... And off she goes... Maybe to go drink what he said away. He's scary.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron had taken his time listening to pieces of their conversation... Somewhere beginning on how people die and get forgotten? Non-sense that wasn't worth worrying over. Deciding to just waltz in now that Ein was finished with whatever she had come for.*\n\n\"So I'm guessing this is where the blacksmith was... Well, it's better than nothing. I'll be using the grinding wheel if you would be fine with that, Valmir.\"\n\n*After listening to them go at it for a minute or so, he assumed it was the man of questionable morals. Similar personality and voice was basically the same... Listening in on people's conversations could be seen as rude, but there wasn't much to make of what had happened.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Far in the back,* \"It's not my wheel to be had... The Blacksmith guild is the company that will charge you for that.\"\n\n*Sound of clanking metal, and the hissing sounds of heated metal kissing the cool water toiled in the air. Loud as it can be.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"What'd be the charge for sharpening? I'd like to ensure most of my things are well kept.. It's been some time since I've used these spares, as I left the used equipment back at home!\"\n\n*Theron made sure to raise his voice, not wanting to get drowned out by the elf's work. At least the man made money from true work, he wasn't as bad as he had originally guessed... Possibly just the way he interacted with others was what mattered.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The sounds of the forge stopped as Morwë peered from the back with his arms folded.*\n\n\"It depends on the steel...\" *He answered.* \"Blades vary... But they often cost several silver pieces. Axes cost half that, and Hammers and blunt weaponry are a coppers worth.\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Aye, I get it. I have quite a few things I would like to run through and make sure they're in peak condition. Didn't want to waste your time, but could you go through and sharpen the sword and dagger I have with me?\"\n\n*Theron would immediately unsheathe both a silver short-sword and iron dagger he had on his person. They hadn't much ware, but small evidence of use were to be seen along the few scratches on the blades and knicks in the handle.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*He walks over the young man, gesturing him to hand over his blade. A keen curiosity came on to the High Elf the very instant the blade was unsheathed.*\n\n\"I recognize this handiwork...\" *He commented.* \"This... This is forged by the smiths of Kal...\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Kal? I don't have much expertise in the crafting of weapons, so excuse me in not understanding much about the interest you show in it. I pray that means it's worth keeping in peak condition, however.\"\n\n*Theron didn't really show much liking to the man, but seeing as how he worked in this environment and knew what he was doing... It did give him a good feeling as to how feverously he ensured his equipment's quality.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Examining the blade, with extreme caution,* \"Are you not familiar with the city of Kal? The Former capital of the Salvainian Empire?\"\n\n*He shook his head in disbelief right as he continued studying the blade. Out of curiosity, he gripped the hilt and measured its weight. Light as expected. A Silver Kalian blade was quality steel for sure, steel that needed to be sharpened quite lightly with careful hands.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I'm familiar with Kal, yes. I was born there quite a long time ago... Although, the smiths didn't much praise their own works. I thought you had been referring to some farland place.\"\n\n*Theron stretched, not really sure of what to say. He didn't expect praise to be dropped by an elf onto his homeland, but there were numerous surprises waiting in life.*\n\n\"As for yourself, you seem to be quite knowledgeable. Being able to guess a make of another from a glance alone... I take it smithing is your century long profession?\""
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Walking over to the workbench to carefully disassemble the blade.*\n\n\"Yes...\" *He said with his back turned from Theron.* \"It's a craft that I inherited through... Family— As for you, boy. Kal may no longer hold its former glory, but it once had the steel that can contend with any Silnarian blade.\"\n\n*As he separated the blade from the hilt, Morwë took notice of a small inscription engraved 'Farid' along with an ancient rune, the mark of a smith.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I suppose you could say that about any place... What matters is that it maintains such things. Thank you for giving me some wisdom on where to purchase finer weapons, however. Returning to my birthplace wouldn't be quite so bad, if it warrants such praise in it's armory.\"\n\n*Theron gave the man a meek nod, if he even noticed, as it was good to know where he could gather finer tools if he ran dry... If he was desperate, possibly even returning to the supposed valmir. This encounter wasn't unpleasant, so even returning to a century long blacksmith wouldn't be a bad choice.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Instead of walking over to the grinding wheel as he should, the High Elf instead grabs for a grinding stone. The blade seemed too delicate to be sharpened by a large stone. It was there he fell to a silenced focus, paying his mind. For a short time, he took it upon him to reflect into deeper thought. He slowly sharpened the blade with the small stone, sharpening it with one careful swipe at a time.*\n\n\"You know...\" *He began.* \"As much as I sense an assuring quality to you. I get the feeling you're too cautious of me. On the surface, I see you try to display an aloof personality... Might I say that you don't play the believability very well.\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron shrugged to himself. It takes experience to understand people, and this elf had lived at least over a century... So it was safe to assume he could guess when people did not feel well towards him.*\n\n\"I won't hide it from you if it's a bother... But I suppose you could see why I have done so. Fake names aren't the friend of the honest... And I've personally had negative encounters with such people.\"\n\n*Theron leaned against the counter, continuing to look over at the elf as he carefully worked on the silver sword. A few uses of hawkeye let him see quite clearly how precisely the man did his work... Although he didn't want to put too much thought into it, as he had no finer experience in such acts.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Assembling the blade once more,* \"Who said that I did?\"\n\n*As he puts the silver short sword together once more, he turned over and places it onto the counter. Morwë grabbed a rag and cleaned it the best he can.*\n\n\"Even if I did, there are far greater reasons to carry such a thing beyond criminality... All that is said is said, but it is truth that will be far from revealed.\"\n\n*Morwë finished talking, keeping his gaze at the sword.*\n\n\"Don't tell Eínillainis this, but she paid more than she initially bargained for. Consider this repair paid for on the behalf of your friend.\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Aye... I suppose I'll do that one thing for you, since you've done me several favors throughout this time.\"\n\n*Theron sighed deeply within his head, finding out that sighing in your thoughts was somehow possible. Ein had been swindled... Maybe that was why she would always talk about not having enough silver for most things?*\n\n\"Forgive me for my suspicions, as you have your merits and I put my trust in those skills you've shown. What you do with those names of yours, is a decision I assume you made a long time ago... But take care in others that are quick to assume such as myself.\"\n\n*Theron felt a bit more at ease, after seeing the man do something with... Passion? Possibly just great wisdom. It wouldn't hurt to attach more positives to a man who seemingly wanted to stay forgotten, he guessed.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*As he wipes his hands with the rag, he gave Theron a small nod out of solidarity,* \"I suggest you should tend to that strange girl of yours... If I remember it clearly, she has an affinity for booze. You might find her over at"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I'll be off then. Good day to you, Valmir.\"\n\n*Theron picked up his newly sharpened short-sword, looking it over... After a few seconds of giving it a good look, he sheathed it and left the store. ~~materializing at the inn~~*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Aye...\"\n\n*The Elf returns to the Forge once more, having to continue his work.*"
}
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{
"author": "nemo232",
"message": "*Mika'ya had just arrived on an empty road, and as no one seemed to be around she sat down on the grass, untying her flask before taking a few gulps.. And then she put it down, looking around again before taking another, smaller sip... Thinking about what to do and where to go from here on out. So she took out the hastily scribbled note her master gave her, though she didn't know exactly what it meant, her understanding of that language was rusty at best.. But that didn't stop her from taking yet another sip, the air around her already reeking of alcohol but she was pretty much unaffected by it. She was so much in thought that she didn't notice the stranger approaching.*"
},
{
"author": "whotookgeh",
"message": "An Oni. A demon with a mask to hide his face from the world. Though it had been a month since he was burned, he had managed to gather what he could to make up for what he lost. \n\n\"My apologies young lady. You seemed a bit nervous, I couldn't help wondering over here. Though I do hate the directions those signs give, you can't help being lost ...\" *And the people at times..* \"Where are you going?\" He sounded honest but a month ago he would of been less friendly. He had changed and he happened to be on his way to face what made him change."
},
{
"author": "nemo232",
"message": "*She cocked her head at the stranger as if not quite understanding what he was talking about.. Signs? Directions? Nervous? Lost? Well, to be fair she really didn't know where she was, but that wasn't part of her concerns, at least for now.*\n\n\"For what it's worth, I have no idea what the signs say. I just follow the paths before me, as I have for the last 100 years.\"\n\n*She answered truthfully, though a bit suspicious of the Oni in front of her.*"
},
{
"author": "whotookgeh",
"message": "\"One hundred years is a mighty long time to be alive. And noticing your attire it would seem I've addressed you wrongly.\" Oki bowed a little. \"It's rare to another one of my kind and well, it's rare the formality is needed from me. Though you're not quite an elder yet so I doubt I need to do the whole thing.\" He cleared his voice. \n\n\"Well if you are not lost I won't need to bother you. Though you never did answer my question. But it doesn't matter. This road is straight so you're either heading one way or the other. I wouldn't mind the company if you were to join me. I have a feeling you're going the same way I'm going.\""
},
{
"author": "nemo232",
"message": "\"I go where the path leads, fellow kin. I am indeed not an elder, though I frown apon making war. I'm more skilled in the arts of smithing rather than the arts of fighting. But don't mistake me as easy prey either.\"\n\n*She warned him now rather than later, just to make sure he wouldn't go out of his way and attack her.*\n\n\"Company sounds good though. How old are you? I should be 118 by now.\""
},
{
"author": "whotookgeh",
"message": "\"Very young compared to you. 25 years isn't much so I'm still a youngling I'd imagine. And there's no need to show me any warning. I only plan to use my blade on animals not people nowadays.\" He began walking, seeing if she would follow.\n\n\"It has been a while since I've seen a smith, we usually go head first into battle. Though I'm sure those muscles on you don't lie... We mustn't keep waiting around, once the sun sets so will the temperature and I'm sick with the cold as it is.\""
},
{
"author": "nemo232",
"message": "*Getting up and taking another sip again she followed him silently, not wanting to disturb the peaceful silence around them.. Though she was indeed curious about him, at least a little bit.*\n-\n*After a while she did open her mouth to ask.*\n\"What's a cold? I thought Oni are practically resistant to certain climates. And it's not very cold here either.\""
},
{
"author": "whotookgeh",
"message": "\"You're right about the Oni thing but sometimes there's another coldness that gets you at night...\" His voice grew serious as he spoke the end of that sentence. The temperature dropped at night but Oki found himself more cold this past month and there was only one reason why. \n\n\"If you don't mind...\" He began to say.\" We'll be taking a little detour when we approach the village. I have some business I must attend to, some friends I must visit. The last time I left, I didn't have much time to talk to them...\""
},
{
"author": "nemo232",
"message": "*Mika just nodded and followed him still. He was a curious phenomenon to her, a strange unknown as all Oni she knew were pretty much impervious to sickness.*\n\n\"I don't mind. I have time to spend after all.\""
},
{
"author": "whotookgeh",
"message": "As they walked the village was approaching them. At this hour people where going in and out without no problem. The village itself was still in development but it was better than what it was when Oki last saw it. The wooden walls, the towers with the usual guards and the bones of corpses still stick out on the side. \n\n\"I do hope that the bandits haven't bothered you, they attacked this village endlessly but it seemed to have stopped so they lessened the guards last time I visited. This way please...\" Oki made a sharp turn into the forest and through the woods."
},
{
"author": "nemo232",
"message": "\"Bandits? I don't think I've seen any around. Where are we headed?\"\n\n*She still followed after him, wanting to help rebuild the town as first instinct.. But she was basically hired by Oki.*\n\n\"I wish I could help with the village..\""
},
{
"author": "whotookgeh",
"message": "There was an unsettling crunch underfoot and it wasn't just the branches that made the noise. \"You can see around you that both the bandits and villagers have their militia thinned. But they'll be fine. They are strong people they can do without us for a moment.\"\n\nThe trees started to clear and open up into a clearing. The grass seemed to not grow and the light seemed to shine in the middle. And in the middle was a halberd embedded into the ground with a ribbon lifting and dancing in the breeze. Oki slowed his pace as a means of respect. He hesitated a bit before going forwards. \n\n\"It is good to see you again...\""
},
{
"author": "nemo232",
"message": "*Mika didn't step over the clear border between forest and clearing. Instead she kneeled down out of respect and prayed for the souls of the fallen, animal and humanoid alike.. There was an eery silence, almost creepy as there were no signs of life anymore.. And Mika too didn't let a word past her lips.*"
},
{
"author": "whotookgeh",
"message": "\"I've tried to make it the most comfortable for them. With no friends that were alive to bury them, all they had was me to do it. You can come closer you know. They were people who showed alot of kindness to me.\" Oki didn't want to tell her what happened but it had been a weight to his chest for so long now...\n\n\"Before anything, before I have you walk beside me to the village. I want to tell you something...\""
},
{
"author": "nemo232",
"message": "*Hearing his words she stood up, willing to listen and leaning against a nearby tree.*\n\n\"I'm listening.\"\n\n*She said in a rather soft tone, not wanting to be disrespectful of the dead. Though she had an idea what could be on his tongue.*"
},
{
"author": "whotookgeh",
"message": "\"You must know that I'm trying to atone what I've done. I was desperate and seeked something. Whether it was the gold or the itch to use my blade, I don't know. They were very kind to me but I struck them down.\" He looked up a little. \"I have blood on my hands and at the time I thought it was nothing that would bother me. But now we are here. I dug their graves because I had killed everyone else that would do it. Do you still want to come with me? Do you still want to go through to the village I rendered leaderless?\""
},
{
"author": "nemo232",
"message": "*She sighed and walked towards him.. And put her hand on his shoulder.*\n\n\"It's not my duty to judge you by your past. What matters is who you are now, not who you have been at some point. You didn't offend me in any way.\"\n\n*She said that with a hard honesty in her voice.*"
},
{
"author": "whotookgeh",
"message": "Oki couldn't express much through that mask of his but he found himself a little lighter. \"I forgot some people are this old. I've read that wisdom comes with age. It'll take a long time for this wound to heal. But that's enough about me for one day.\" He touched the weapon fondly and bowed his head. \n\n\"Let's go.\"\n\nThey headed to the village. The guards didn't even spare another glance at them. \"So where now?\""
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{
"author": "nemo232",
"message": "*On the way to the village she was awfully silent again as if thinking about something.. Though it was just that she didn't know what to say most of the time.. Getting into the village the guards paid her great mind, after all she was an infamous Red Oni.. Her size and visible weaponry, a large club and a fairly massive hammer, seemingly weighing nothing for her, was indeed very intimidating to the humans here.. But the guards just gave her a quick nod as she gave them a more than gentle smile.*\n\n\"How about some food? I need to refill my flask as well..\"\n\n*She answered lightly as if to not startle anyone.. After all they didn't speak in the local tongue which earned them curious looks from here and there.*"
},
{
"author": "whotookgeh",
"message": "\"Well there was a tavern nearby if I recall. Merrill's bounty he said. Though I myself don't need much. Flask or not, I've always found my food the free way. Now where is it?\" He glanced around and saw a place that was more noisy than most. It's height and width too big for a building and it's path trodden on as the masses went by. \"After you my lady. I recommend you turn into something less... Intimidating. The last thing I want is to handle some drunkards. Though I'm sure you could hold out your own.\" Oki turned into a similar race in the village so he looked less like an Oni, but no one who had this ability could hide their horns. \n\nHe waited for her to do the same, or march in there ignoring his advise."
},
{
"author": "nemo232",
"message": "*She looked at him somewhat dumbfounded as she didn't learn how to pull that off yet..*\n\n\"I.. Well.. I can't. I can't change forms. As much as I would like to, I never needed to learn it..\"\n\n*She said, now standing there like an idiot..*\n\n\"Buuut if anyone tries to pull something off out of anger or something.. I won't retaliate. They will be unable to cut through my skin.\""
},
{
"author": "whotookgeh",
"message": "\"A red Oni with no disguise is going to down well isn't it?\" There was a simple sarcasm behind his voice. Oki went in without a hitch. Leaving her behind. His quick movements through the crowd and him being Oni meant that he got to the tavern in no time. Hopefully her large structure and intimidating looks got her there.\n\n*Now where on earth could a person find a place where you could fill a flask. Perhaps she wants some alcohol? She is of legal age.* Oki found a place to sit near a window as he overlooked the bar."
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{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "``` one week later ```\n\n*With his cloak on,* \"It's best we keep our cloaks on. Kal is far from the capital, but I'm sure danger can come around the corner when we least expect.\"\n\n*The Elf peered out from the forest and casually stepped his way forward into outer part of the city. He then gestures for his companions to follow suit.*\n\n\"Theron,\" *He called to him.* \"You take the lead now.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*On her cloak goes. She had put on her armour and... Weapons of course. But most is concealed, except for her Halberd. It was quite convenient to have such a long cloak.\n\nAgain. She used her family brooch to hold her cloak together, letting the excess kilt fabric just... Hang. Nothing interesting there. After the week passed, she started to... Well feel more comfortable with Theron. Of course, she didn't... Feel like advancing their romantic level yet. Unless he wanted to progress. \n\nIf he did, she wouldn't protest, thinking it was the natural flow of romance. But she'd find it as quite rushed. It's only been two weeks and they only have been courting for just over a week*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron was oki doki with the week. Hunting every now and then and listening to some lute music was good. He had almost fully learned that one about the castle, too!... He just couldn't recall the name right now...*\n\n*His Hood&Cowl basically worked like a cloak, so he didn't bother with putting the other one on. There were plenty of adventurers that looked similarly to him, aside from the patchwork ears he had built into his hood... He didn't want to get rid of those. Aside from this however, he could now visit his family. It had been at least a year or two since he last saw them, so this was needed... It was just the information he had to share with them that kept him from fully enjoying this prospect.*\n\n.\n\"Where should we go now? The city has changed much, in my memory, so I could take the group practically anywhere.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Leaning over to Theron, and whispers,* \"Let's not get distracted here. We're here to find your home and nothing more.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Honestly... I feel quite tired and feel... Like just going somewhere warm and nice. Maybe... We should just go to your home? We can always visit places when it's less full of people. It's usually safer then!\"\n\n*She said, squeezing up to Theron. She even looked more comfortable around him. She didn't hear what Morwe said... Most likely because of the fact she doesn't have enhanced hearing!*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron sighed. True, they should just focus on spending time at his family home. If they needed anything necessary, they could quickly go get it before they set off for the mountainside.*\n\n\"Alright then... We'll go straight for the old home, then. We'll resupply if we need to before we take off, or if my parents agree to get the necessary things themselves.\"\n\n*With that quick statement, Theron begun walking down the road... Heading to his parents! Almost dragging along Ein was something, but it didn't bug him in the slightest. It was good to know that they were getting closer, since now she was going ahead and doing the very thing he had gotten used to.*\n\n`transitions are weird when the other people don't speak`\n\n*Theron had somewhat quickly brought them over to the home... It was about ten minutes, as it was rather close to the central area where you would have found the capital. It was no longer considered as such, but a powerful noble family now resided in the finely built structure.*\n\n\"My parents live below in the fields, as my father works as a drill sergeant in the noble's company. He was well respected when fighting alongside their son, so they took him away from the battlefield and use his experience for the new footmen that are introduced.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Ein allowed herself to be dragged. She felt comfortable to be dragged. It felt nice to be lead, instead of leading. Wonder why that is? Anyways, she'd keep her pace up so... He doesn't end up dragging her across the street.\n\nThere was still something she felt skeptical about. That was meeting his parents. No matter how much time she has, she will always feel cautious around his parents. She must do what she was taught by her parents when talking to people of higher class! Why would they know that? They weren't exactly... The most noble people. How interesting* \n\n\n\"I see I see. A drill sergeant? A big role indeed. Hope I can impress him enough for acceptance!\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"From what I know of military men,\" *Morwë quietly commented.* \"You're the type to annoy them...\"\n\n*He kept to himself most of the time being, listening in when he can. All he did was simply look around and watch the goings on in the city. There wasn't much to say but to comment to Theron's little story.*\n\n\"... I'm just saying out of observation that is.\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron sighed. There shouldn't have really been a need to try and spark Ein into worrying more, but Valmir decided against it. Whatever, he guessed... Ein had impressed Theron, so she should have a easy time impressing his father.*\n\n\"You're putting too much worry on impressions. It's just a civil talk, and whether they like how you've introduced yourself... In what my mother had told me when I was young, anyway.\"\n\n*Theron continued walking along, then another minute passed and he pointed out to a wooden building along a small gathering of others along the road.*\n\n\"That is where the officers were asked to live. The nobleman who owns the castle wanted officers to live close to the home, so the ones who hadn't already a permanent residence they were unwilling to move from now live there. My parent's home is the one with the iron cross laying against it.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"These... Look much better than the place we lived in. I lived where the animals slept. We didn't have enough space in the house and... It was warmer near animals. Turns out sheep were very comfy pillows!\"\n\n*She said, looking at the buildings they passed by. Honestly, she wouldn't mind living there. It was such an upgrade to where she lived before. Her steps still had that classic clink clink, which Ein should trademark!*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"I've seen far better,\" *Morwë quietly muttered to himself.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"In any case.. I haven't kept track of the time of day, but my mother should be home. We can speak to her about our situation and if they would allow us to stay for some time.\"\n\n*Theron continued on to the house, and now that they were closer, it was rather finely built. Nothing extravagant as the wood was the average oak. The stone foundations kept all the craftsmanship grounded, as well as created a chimney that puffed out smoke from a running fire.*\n\n*Theron picked up a little hammer and... Dink! Struck the cross as it rumbled for a solid five seconds. He always enjoyed the sound of the cross vibrating, as it was just soothing for him, even if he couldn't explain it. Ten seconds after, a middle-aged woman opened the door. Her hair was extremely smooth and was as black as coal, which was contrasted in the rich emerald of her eyes. Soon enough, she smiled and spoke to the three.*\n \nLe Mother - \"My my... Hello there~. My young man coming home after so long, I was hoping you'd at least write. Especially if you were bringing home such interesting people! A young girl on your arm and... Forgive me if I've mistook you, but a high elf from Silnaria, I believe?\"\n\n*She had spoken rather calmly, like she knew they were coming... There was a window on the second floor of the home, so that was possibly the right answer.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Dí dadhúi (Hello!), Theron's Mother\"\n\n*She said, releasing herself from Theron, giving her mum a European style bow. Of course! Her culture and language is based on those found in Europe! Of course, she'd also raise herself without being told... She looked at Theron, smiling, deciding that she wanted him to intro who she was to her. \n\nSeems like she didn't... Realize that Theron's mum would actually know their relationship by the fact she was clinging onto Theron?*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The Elf stood up straight, showing his tall stature. There he looked at the woman and politely bowed. He kept quiet, feeling the notion to not offend their possible host.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Yes... I often do forget to write do to the nature of quests... But I would like to know if you could allow us three to stay at the home for a few days. I want to discuss something with both you and dad. I apologize for demanding something after such a long time...\"\n\n*Theron was quite guilty, almost immediately, upon seeing his mother... Especially because they were only here to tell them about the danger they could face. It didn't really occur to him to introduce the two practical strangers next to him, to his mother.*"
},
{
"author": "Ania Farrid",
"message": "*Sighing, she would lay against the door frame and give the group ample space to get in the house one at a time*\n\n\"You're too formal, dear. I wish I could beat everything your father taught out of your head... You're always welcome here. Now let's not get all dreary and introduce ourselves once you're all comfortable, hmm?\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She didn't have much to say to the mother. She didn't know what she should say. She was too nervous. This obvious of course. It could be her awkward posture... Or her flushed face. Or that is by the way she was holding Theron's sleeve.\n\nInteresting! Anyways... She nodded towards the woman*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Noticing the sudden awkward silence lingering among them. Morwë took it upon himself and politely speak up.*\n\n\"Perhaps when you invite us inside, then we shall properly introduce ourselves, my lady,\" *He pointed out.*"
},
{
"author": "Ania Farrid",
"message": "\"Ah... Your friends are all so polite, Theron. Needing a cordial invitation to get into my little home. Practically begging for it... You'd think them to be vampires~.\"\n\n*She smiled, giggling to herself as she walked back into the house.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Hopefully none of us are,\" *Morwë sarcastically joked, glancing at Ein.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I am no vampire, Valmir. I'm very human\" \n\n*She said, giving Morwe a stare with her purple eyes. It still had the playful look that Ein would usually have. She was quite happy to have gotten this far! But of course, it was somewhat difficult to make out some of her features as her hood did a good job at concealing her face... Of course they could see her eyes. It;s mostly because light is simply shining onto them*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron sighed as the two joked with each other, catching the door before it shut and holding it open for them... While slowly directing them to go ahead.*\n\n\"We can all have a seat in the main room. There's enough seats for you two... And I'll inform her about our intentions later. Just focus on being good.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*As Morwë got inside, a homely feeling came to him. There was this warm smoky feeling that he often smell in homes like these. He politely nodded to Theron's mother along the way once more and settled himself down at a corner.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She walked in, taking off her hood to show her features. She gave the woman a small bow before settling herself in the Main room... Wonder where she ended up settling herself? A chair? A couch? Or the floor. Unsure. But either way, she had taken off her Cloak, armour, and weapons, covering it with her cloak!\n\nShe didn't want to look like a soldier. She isn't one of those. She was just wearing her hemp shirt, which had turned into a more... Bleached brown as she had been washing it a lot!* \n\n\"Feels so... Homey\"\n\n*She mumbled to herself, enjoying the new place! Great feel*"
},
{
"author": "Ania Farrid",
"message": "\"So, who do I owe the pleasure of spending the afternoon with? I'd love to hear about how you two met with my little boy.\"\n\n*She looked to the two, after sitting down on a chair in the living room. Taking a few seconds to lock eyes with Ein, then with Morwe... Implying they should start introducing themselves.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Meanwhile, Theron was busy going into a side room and taking off all his armor... He had built up quite the sweat.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She took a deep breath, deciding to just start with*\n\n\"I met him in the Tupla Region Docks. He is quite a fine man, if I must say\"\n\n*She said, her way of speaking having changed to something less crude to... Something much more formal. Seems like she has a surprisingly large vocabulary if she must say so*\n\n\"We decided to stick together for our travels around New Salvainia\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "`to each their own`"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Morwë pulled back his hood, revealing his long elvish ears. He kept a long and intense gaze at the woman, hypnotizing her with his deep ebony eyes.*\n\n\"Likewise...\" *He added.* \"I was accompanying them at that region as well.\""
}
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{
"author": "Ania Farrid",
"message": "\"Oh, I already knew that he is a fine man, raised him myself!... But to think he'd stick with a group for longer than a few days. He used to say he didn't want to work alongside others, because such things could slow him down~...\"\n\n*She smiled to herself, while laying back in the chair to be comfortable. As she did so, a simple wave to some chairs would invite them to sit down... Followed by Theron shouting from the doorway, \"Some things are best left unspoken!\"*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "`had to deal with one thing, on with the sh0w!`"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I try not to slow down your son with his dreams~. I attempt to help him the best I can, have that be prepare a meal, hunt, or play a song. That is a job of... Well a partner is it not?\"\n\n*She fiddled on the chair for a moment, deciding that it was better to just say it herself. Her hair was tied up and she... Looked as if she was trying to look her best for the parents. Her kilt was wrinkle free and her shirt was cleaned*\n\n\"Correction. That is the job of his lover\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Morwë, hearing Ein's sudden announcment, covered his face to hide his embarrassed yet giggling expression. He slumped down slightly, trying to maintain his composure.*"
},
{
"author": "Ania Farrid",
"message": "```yaml\nInsert intense ara ara~\n``` \"My my~! I thought I'd never see the day! I had my hopes up since you were such a beautiful young lady, and to think you'd take interest in him... So speak up! How've you two been!\"\n\n*The chair practically tore into the floor as she scooted over to Ein, looking deep into her eyes. She'd like what she'd see... Young and pretty, almost reminding her of herself when she was small and looked into the water during baths.*\n\n\"I'd love to hear about all the details! One time, when he was just a lad, he spoke to me about marrying me... Of course I had to sit him down and speak about marrying another lady one day, but I couldn't help but laugh to myself after! Kids say such str- say... You do look just as beautiful as I did back in my earlier years. Maybe that day was fate!\"\n\n*She slide a foot backwards in her chair, covering her mouth slightly as she laughed. Theron had just returned to the room, now in a cloth shirt and pants. He sighed and sat down by Morwe, having heard most of it... But not wanting to fight with his mother.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Morwë, listening, quietly passes Theron a candied plum as he sat beside him.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She was startled by the sudden movement, almost falling off her chair backwards. It seemed to her she was about to get headbutted by a seemingly harmless woman.\n\nShe was about to answer her first question, before the woman started to tell the story. Ein covered her mouth, giggling girlishly as she gave Theron the look of \"Really?\" It wasn't an insulting one, but more of a playful look.*\n\n\"I'm\" *Soft giggle break* \"Pleasured to be called beautiful ma'am. Our courtship is rather young. We have only been courting for over a week. We have gotten close, knowing more about each other as one should.\n\nThough... I haven't heard that story yet. I'll be sure to remember that and pass it on to my children if I have them.\"\n\n*She sat into her own chair more, keeping her back straight and... Making the best attempt at not... Absolutely laughing her lungs out on the floor* \n\n\"In short, I'd say we are very close and well off\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Can you believe these two had fallen in love in a month?\" *Morwë sarcastically chiming in.* \"Can you believe that? Normally I've seen people grow years and years to learn to love one another, but this... This seems well out burning desire! More so, you may think that they didn't really plan anything at all.\"\n\n*He felt a shove, from Theron up against his side. The Elf quickly realized himself and went out of his way to back track.*\n\n\"You are a beautif— er, I mean you have a beautiful home, my lady,\" *The Elf spoke out nervously.*"
},
{
"author": "Ania Farrid",
"message": "*After laughing with Ein and calming down a bit, she'd look to Morwe as he spoke about love. She slowly nodded her head, straightening back to a normal sitting position as she spoke.*\n\n\"I believe that is why we should celebrate such a gathering, to be fair. Love is a fickle thing, and although people can get together easily... It takes work to build it over time. I suppose it's hard for an elf to understand, however, since they usually decide that they have centuries to find the one they love. \n\nThey end up never finding that person because they're never willing to fail, when perceiving the world as something they have all the time in the world to play with...\"\n\n*She then swiftly spun the chair over to ein, with such precision that they were now side by side.*\n\n\"... Which is why you aren't allowed to let this young cutey, go and leave you! Your mother won't forgive you if she goes away!... But of course I've lost myself in all the excitement. What was your name again, dear? I'm such a irresponsible woman, not getting your name after all this time.\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Feeling a little offended,* \"What are you saying you old crone! I'm older than you!\"\n\n*He paused for a minute, realizing his sudden outburst. His face turned red with all the eyes drawn onto him. He bowed and excused himself out.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She flinched at the sudden movement of Theron's Mum. Quite an Aggressive woman isn't she? She answered in an awfully Elven sounding language. Interesting*\n\n\"Oh dhú (fu), I'm Eínillainis Eín Tsúdahaéidé-Eíramain. I'm also known as Elizabeth Meiri Sudor-Saxon among the standard speakers in my close friend circle. \n\nI don't believe I-\"\n\n*She was almost cut off by Morwé, staring directly at him... She scowled, as if she was about to slap him really hard*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron got quite upset at Morwe... What the hell was that? He was about to get up when his mother sighed deeply*"
},
{
"author": "Ania Farrid",
"message": "\"Leave him be... I spoke out of terms, of course. I shouldn't have spoken about elves. I already know about the troubles most can go through... Silly of me to forget this.\"\n\n*She had broken into a frown, but after a awkward silence, she tried to keep a lively discussion going and tried her best to keep a smile up...*\n\n\"So, uhm, Einill... Anis? Do you want to hear how little Theron once tried to ride our pet fox, Auryon? He was so obsessed with the poor thing, I felt so bad for her!\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She tried to pull herself from staring knives directly into Morwe, trying her best as well to not... Ruin this situation. It was the one time that she met a friend's parent without having... To return their remains after a situation happened in her line of work.\n\nShe was very obviously trying to force herself to not... Punch Morwe right now and Theron could probably see her twitching at random times*\n\n\"You don't have to call me by Eínillainis, I much prefer to be called Elizabeth, even Elise. My lover's mother is... Of course, like a mother to me if I may say that. Though I'm unsure of what a statement could bring so... Apologies for anything insulting.\n\nAnd, I'd be pleasured to hear about... Theron's pet fox. I've never heard of people having pet foxes. I've always been curious of them, even wanting one as a pet myself when I was probably 10 or 13\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron was rather upset during the conversation, still thinking about how Morwe disrespected his mother right in her own home. He'd have to find his own place to spend the night, because he wasn't going to be here... But his thoughts were cut off by his mother bringing something up in the conversation.*"
},
{
"author": "Ania Farrid",
"message": "\"Ah, you never knew? Well I wouldn't really call her a pet, per-say. She shows up sometimes in the day to receive some food he would leave out for her. The little gal was practically raised by him, when he found it!\n\nIt's why he sewed the ears into his hood, right Theron? To remember Auryon and keep a memento? Something along those lines... Doesn't she show up around this time of day? We should let her in today! I'll get the little pieces of rabbit you feed her every time... It's so adorable when you do it.\"\n\n*Ania then got up and walked out, presumably to the kitchen to look for the rabbit's meat she had mentioned.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron sighed, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair... Staring off at the window. At least he could cheer up while seeing her. It'd been a long time, and he could find a tiny shred of forgiveness to give to morwe. He can take pleasure in playing with the young pet he'd raised since he was ten.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Meanwhile outside, Morwë kept to himself and quietly stared at the fox, with this unwavering stillness. The two kept their gazes at each other, hypnotized by each others presence. Somehow, there was this quiet sentimental peace that went about between them.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"So... Theron. Nice mum you have... She's really pretty and kind... I didn't know you were into what you were when you were a child. To think you had a pet fox!\"\n\n*She said, standing up, walking up to behind Theron... Leaning into him from behind.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Don't get any ideas... It's the words of a more naive and younger me... But Auryon should be outside, yes. Around the back, where Morwe went... Which hinders me, but I won't let that stop the reunion.\"\n\n*He sighed, slightly blushing as she brought up the whole marriage story... He hoped she forgot about that.*\n\n```diff\n- As for morwe, he would find the fox staring into his soul... Sitting down and becoming unmoving. It would get what it came for, whether he liked it or not.\n```"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Don't worry. We were all small and Naive when we were young. D'you know, I wanted to date my brother when I was taught about dating. I was promptly whipped by my mother into sense. You have a good family Theron.\"\n\n*She said, putting her hands on his shoulders to... Cool her tension down*\n\n\"I hope Mr Val doesn't ruin this situation... Otherwise I'll physically whack him with the flat of my blade\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I suppose, but might as well try and go out. I don't want to see Morwe, but hopefully he's dropped his shitty condescending attitude. An apology coming out of his mouth would be beneficial for everyone here.\"\n\n*Theron got up, after having some relieved tension from Ein somewhat embracing him. Hopefully they could have more happier things happen while they were here... Show her around the city he was born in, before taking off for the mountainous region. Putting those thoughts to the side however, he'd walk out to the back to confront Morwe and Auryon.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She followed shortly behind. Maybe here she'd find less than moody and edgy blacksmiths she could buy a few weapons from... And hopefully a weaver for her own devices.\n\nShe kept close to Theron of course.*\n\n\"Fox... Cute\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Feeling the presence of the three coming to him and the fox, Morwë fell out of the trance.*\n\n\"This fox is not your pet,\" *The Elf casually tells them.* \"She says the one they supposedly call 'Auryon' ran away and that this one is his daughter.\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*The fox, looking over at the two new people who had shown up, waddled over to Theron and rubbed her body against his leg... While Theron sighed to himself.*\n\n\"... You must ruin everything, just by being present, don't you.\"\n\n*Theron just seemed more disappointed than anything. Likely remembering when a older fox left the home and a younger fox returned the next day... But he still wanted to have it be Auryon and save his child mind from sadness.*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Turning to the company,* \"I didn't say he's dead now didn't I? At least be gladdened by the fact your pet has a child... Or children for that matter.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She put her arm behind Theron to give him back rubs. She felt the disappointment in him. Almost to a physical level. She is starting to... Well really dislike Morwe... An elf, no matter how old should have at least enough common sense to not ruin such an occasion. They should have common sense if they are over a hundred years old*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Getting up, patting himself up.*\n\n\"Forgive me, for my incredulous behavior for not accepting this rather surreal world I have gotten myself into,\" *He began, trying to sound sincere.* \"I apologize if I have offended anyone, its only in my nature and *My age* To exhibit irrationality. Theron's mother, forgive me as well. I took a low punch to a pride, I never have encountered a beautiful woman with such... *Demeanor*. Anyways... Me and this fox have to excuse ourselves, we're visiting the rest of her 'pack' apparently.\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Little fox yips*\n```diff\n- Oh he in wulf stomek. I runs from big scary that eets him. But I like human so... No say this tim!!!!\n```\n\n`little fox is best character now`\n\n`you have given me the way to speak through fox, through you. Live through your mistakes, morwe`\n\n*Little fox yips*\n```diff\n- Me hung so me stey. Goobi.\n```\n\n*Theron sighed. At least he apologized... So Theron guessed that he could be forgiven to an extent. He will still be upset with him, but at least Valmir had some sense of guilt in him for treating people so `insert word for bad >:c`.*\n\n\"... Alright. You can come back, if you feel like it. There's a guest room for you, with enough space if you feel you'd like to sleep under this roof. My mother's already forgiven you.\"\n\n.\n\"I will be feeding the little Aur... Chibi. She came here for something, so might as well give the little thing a reason to keep coming back.\"\n\n*He begun to walk inside with the little fox walking with him...*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Watching the fox walk away,* \"Her names Thelises...\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She leaned onto the wall, still having... Not exactly forgiven Morwe as much as her counterpart. She still hard that look of disdain. Seems like she isn't the kind to to easily forgive people.\n\nAnyways, she'd just re-pin her kilt excess. Seems like the kilt was almost a cultural symbol for Ein.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Little fox yips*\n```diff\n- Thelises the Three... D!!!! Tel them Threed!!!!\n```"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "~~(shes named after theron~~\n\n*Turning to his companions,* \"Eínillainis will you not wear yourself with that scrunched up look, you'll age faster if you'll know... Anyways, if my apologies have not entreated us any further, I shall take my leave. There is an old friend that I must visit.\"\n\n*Morwë walked passed the two, feeling some sense of chaos he had incited in their minds. There he took off, peacefully making his way to Kal's cemetary.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She nodded to the man, giving him a slight wave. Once he was gone, she knelt down, reaching her hand out to the fox. Most likely a symbol of greetings.*\n\n\"Hello... So your name is Thelisis?\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "***A n g e r y f o x y i p s***\n```diff\n- U D E D N E N T S A I T H R E E D!!!!\n```"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Yikes. Quite a fierce one are you. Sadly I can't understand what you said. I'm not like the man that walked away\" \n\n*She said, standing up, straightening up her kilt.. And the such.*\n\n\"Wonder what Mr Theron is up to...\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*After the fox practically sprinted inside and around the house like it memorized the place, Theron would have gotten the little chunks of meat from his mother. He'd be slowly feeding the fox while scratch behind it's ears. Thelisis was enjoying the meal.*\n\n\"Ein, what're you still doing out there!\"\n\n*He shouted from inside, having expected her to come back by now.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Ayyye I'm coming back in. Sorry!\"\n\n*She said, hastily making her way inside. She straightened out her kilt and... Her top to look presentable yet again. She didn't know she was expected inside. Honestly, she is half expecting to meet his father. But of course, he is a military person.* \n\n\"Sorry Sorry... The Fox was quite... Pretty. I used to really like foxes when I was a child you see? Anyways... What is there to do? Unless, Mum has more stories about small Theron~?\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Ah, for now she's upstairs working on an order from the neighbors. She's a seamstress, she makes things like... Banners, clothes, blankets, furnishings... She asked we keep it down if we're to do anything.\"\n\n*Theron continued to feed the little fox a piece of meat every now and then. It'd like his fingers when finishing a piece and asking for more, tail wagging rather quickly. He couldn't help but smile to himself, remembering when he used to do this when he was younger. Such good times.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I see I see. So... Theron. Any plans? I have nothing to do. You said you wanted to show us around...!\"\n\n*She said, sitting down near the fox. She likes the fox a lot... She might get a pet fox... They seem like her. She acts foxy at times, being somewhat of a sly person. Especially when she starts teasing people* \n\n\"But of course, The fox is also really cute too. Sadly she doesn't have a liking to me\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Little fox yips, while looking at Ein. Then the fox goes back to Theron as he gives her one more piece of rabbit*\n\n\"I wouldn't say that. She just got a bit defensive, animals take some time to get used to people... But yeah, I could take you around the city if you want. It'd just be sight seeing however, since my father has some tools for adjusting weapons here in the house.\"\n\n*He'd sit down fully, as the fox finished eating and rolled up in his lap, to begin staring \nInto Ein's eyes. Theron followed suit and did the same... The pair watching her.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She took a step back, now being watched by both pairs of eyes*\n\n\"It's honestly your choice. I'm fine with anything really. We have tomorrow anyways. It's what you want honestly. I'm fine with anything you plan or want to do\"\n\n*She pulled a chair, taking a seat down on, putting her left leg over the other. She also pat down her kilt to... Make sure she was not exposing anything at all*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron sighed, rubbed the fox's back for a few seconds, then got to his feet as it waddled away. He'd then go over to sit next to Ein... Doing his best to lay his head on her shoulder.*\n\n\"You don't have to sound so nervous... Or at least, indecisive. We've got two days, then we won't be able to come here for a long while. Best to enjoy the time we have here.\"\n\n*He'd slowly grasp her hand while cuddling, going back to the unusually playful part of himself that was out while they traversed the forest*\n\n\"Go ahead and say anything~. Of course, I won't accept **Everything**, but just throw some ideas out there. Get to thinking...\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Hmmm... Are there any... Nice places to experience a sunset with a meal~? Maybe we could have... A meal in the sunset and under the star light! That ought to be fun.\n\nOrrrrrr we could always just prepare for our travels and maybe the future~?\"\n\n*She asked, walking up behind him to give him a back hug, practically whispering into his ear for some strange reason. This has honestly become a habit of her when Theron and Ein were making decisions*\n\n\"Our future... Or maybe simply the future of our travels. Or we could always just... Stay here. But then again, I'm naturally indecisive for things like this. So... Loose (an older term for archers, which was used instead of fire) some ideas. I'm open to most.\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Well... Ignoring how you've turned the tables, I'd say staying out for a day to spend a night in the woods nearby would be lovely. If we were alone, of course~. Talk about some things we couldn't, while Valmir was travelling with us.\"\n\n*Theron slowly held her hands in his, as she held him from behind. He'd then lean his head back so he could give her cheek a little kiss*\n\n\"Is that something loosened, that you'd be open to?\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I'll be open for that. Let's go~? I doubt we'll need weapons... It's just a night out in the forest! We just have to be safe\"\n\n*She said, returning that kiss, placing her chin on his shoulders. Wonder what Theron wants to talk about when they are all alone... In the forest*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Alright, then~... You can get a few essentials. I'll lead us over to one of the old places that I used to go to when I was younger. I'd like to think it's still there... But after twelve years, we can just find out together.\"\n\n*After smiling to himself, from receiving some more affection, he'd break from her hug and go into another room to grab some things he thought they'd need. Ein was left with the little fox glancing up at her... Staring into her eyes.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Apologies for... Insulting you earlier. Hope you may forgive me. But now, I must be off to prepare for our outing.\"\n\n*And like that, she was off to... Find the things she needs for the outing. That included... Her knife, cloak, and lute! Simple kit. She also brought her winter clothing too! At least... The top though! She didn't really need the bottoms since her kilt provided more than enough warmth to please her...*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron had packed what he thought they would need. Bow with spindel, a small patch of kindling, some pieces of dried meat to last the night... Maybe an unused blanket in one of the guest rooms? Might as well.*\n\n*They would have to walk across another neighborhood to get there, so he could make a request at the blacksmith and pick it up when they returned. Was the best course of action, as they were doing it just for them... So might as well add some good reason to the journey behind it.*\n\n*Now that he'd gathered everything for the time being, Theron made his way out a spare room. Items all packed up in a leather sack, he looked around for Ein.*\n\n\"I've gotten some of the essentials we will need, are you prepared on your end? We'll just spend a single night outside... So don't pack too much.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Yeah I'm completely packed up. I don't have much I need. Just brought my dagger, lute, and coat. Oh and the Halberd... I plan on... Making some exchanges with the nearby Smith. Seems like the halberd wasn't working out for me in combat\"\n\n*She said, picking up everything she needed... With quite some ease. Of course, she was wearing her jacket and kilt... But the rest she carried. Nothing too special. She was planning on getting a group of new weapons* \n\n\"I suppose we shall go? And what do we intend on consuming tonight? Are we hunting?\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Rabbits and deer live in the forests around the city, true, but I've found some pieces of dried meat. We won't have to unless you insist on roasted meat over them... But it could be more time consuming.\"\n\n*Theron shrugged, hoisting the sack over his shoulder as he begun opening the front door for Ein and himself. He'd take a step out, but then look back.*\n\n\"As well, that's just perfect. I was thinking about putting a request in at the blacksmith, so we can make a stop there before we reach the spot. It's on the way, too, so it shouldn't get too dark by the time we get there.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Let's hope. I'll trust you to lead me to where we are going! You are of course a local. Now if we ever go to my home, It's my job to bring you places\"\n\n*She said, following after him to... Go on the adventure! Where are they going? Wonder what will happen when they are both alone with no Morwe in sight?* \n\n\"Let's go!\"\n\n*She exclaimed playfully. It's like she was an excited child when they were going to Disney Land... Or the equivalent of that here... An honoured guest in the king's private home?*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron walked along with Ein as they went through the city. Every now and then he'd wave or nod towards some people who still remembered him and gave him greetings. It felt nice to see some of the people he grew up with were still here... Although older, and some with partners or children.*\n\n\"While we go along, how **Was** Your home? I remember so many more people back when I was child, walking these streets. The streets still have numerous people, I know, but it just wasn't the same before. Usually you'd have to take alleyways or even quickly step through a store to get to some places.\"\n\n*He'd walk along Ein while traversing the roads. He was right, with the constant redirecting he'd have to do to make sure they didn't get stuck in-between groups of people... But the crowds were as big as they weren't in New Salvainia.*"
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"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well it's as uneventful as a farming village can be. My brother lives there with his wife and children. They kinda run the farm now as I explore the world. It was also a pretty small and nice community where everyone knew each other. But that's pretty much it. Nothing too unique about us. My mum was a farmer and my dad was... Someone who enjoyed finding old artefacts\" \n\n*She said, keeping up with Theron. Like she said, it seems like it's pretty normal for a medieval village. But then again, she is known for not having the best memories. She honestly felt safe around Theron. Much safer than she'd feel around Morwe*"
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"You've mentioned that before, your father being a man to find old artefacts. Digging in a frenzy, or along those lines... Is there a distance between him? If you have things to keep, I am fine with that, as I get a suspicion that you don't like to mention him.\"\n\n*Theron said, while then quickly patting her on the shoulder and point out the blacksmith shop in the distance. It didn't seem like there were a lot of people, but you couldn't quite make out if there was anyone inside it.*\n\n\"We'll be there in a bit, so we can head out once you've settled everything with your kit. I just need to speak with the smith for a short time.\""
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"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well, I was never close with him. He was... Addicted to his search of The House of Sudor. It's as if he didn't love us (Ein's family) anymore. It really started after we found my Eldmother's book with all the songs she knew\"\n\n*She felt the tap of course, simply following Theron off to the shop to make her kit changes and the such. Oh well, wonder what Theron was intending on doing?*"
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Hm... A shame, really. My father was distant with me as well, but I learned many things from him. I can't say he was the most loving but I say that he truly did care about raising me into a good man. I hope that he just accepts this entire arrangement.\"\n\n*Theron smiled while sheepishly laughing... Whatever that meant. The pair were now at the blacksmith however, Theron ushering Ein in as he too entered.*\n\n\"Alright. Go ahead and do what you need to do. I'll just be picking out a more well suited piece of armor for myself.\""
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"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Yes yes. I'll do exactly that\"\n\n*She said, going off to... Talk to the people that do the work. She wanted... Something special? Hmmm wonder what that special thing was. Theron could hear something about... Oaths and.. Damascus. Interesting.\n\nShe handed the people the weapons she brought and... A few papers*"
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "*While she did what she did... Not sure why you'd bring papers to a blacksmith. Possibly details on how specifically she wanted her equipment to be? Theron shrugged to himself and went to speak with one of the Apprentices. They were good friends back when he still lived here, so he trusted his word on some of the things he needed.*\n\n*They had an Almain Rivet for sale, but Theron asked for some details to be more specified to himself... Having to pay about 25 extra silver, but that was perfectly fine. He was told to come back after the night was over, which he was happy that it was that convenient for him.*"
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"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She was done with what she needed, approaching Theron like she always does when she wanted to start a conversation*\n\n\"So, I'm done with what I need. They said... They'll be done after the night ends. So, what is it now that you want to do? We have completed our business here... Unless you have other business?\"\n\n*She asked, quite curious as to what he planned. She was really curious.. About what he could talk about when they were alone... She hopes it isn't anything too negative. She'd try to help... But she can only help so much. \n\nYes, those papers had accurate drawings of what she wanted... The most detailed of those being the Oath Daggers and... The two pendants. You need to specify how you want things to be if you want it a specific way\""
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I've finished speaking with my friend here. It should all be finished by the night, he's promised his word... And I trust it.\"\n\n*Theron nodded as the man, just about his age, waved to Ein. After giving her a small greeting he'd walk off and go into the back room... Whatever that was.*\n\n\"Let's get going then. We've finished up here, then. It should be turning to dusk by the time we reach the place I'd like to spend the night.\"\n\n*Theron stepped over to the door, opening it and waiting for Ein to follow him yet again.*"
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"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*And followed she did. I'm unsure as to what else she was supposed to do. Now she only held her lute. She seemed to pretty open to anything Theron had to say. She didn't have much to say anyways\n\nShe looked much better when she wasn't... Wearing so many weapons on her anymore. She looked better when she wasn't constantly having to fight to just live. Maybe this could be the life she was better for? She was raised in bloodshed but... She can change!*"
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron would lead Ein through the woods, which after five minutes of careful treading, he'd point to a smal clearing next to a river... The water in it being so clear you could see a fish or two swimming down the stream.*\n\n\"Here it is. I used to play with some of the other children in this part of the woods. We'd do things like hide and seek, or protect and serve. Of course, one of the parents would have to supervise us just in case anything bad would happen... Though nothing did, when I think about it. Not a lot of predators live in this forest, for whatever reason.\"\n\n*Theron sat down on a rock right next to the river, sighing as he watched the water flow. Probably getting lost in thought.*"
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"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Seems very peaceful. I like it. It reminds me of something similar. We had an old oak tree where all the kids would play. I used to always climb to the top.. And I sometimes even fell off. That never stopped me from playing though. Sadly it's gone now that new farms and buildings were built\"\n\n*Sentimental talk. She joined him, sitting down on a rock nearby, watching the river as well. Very interesting river. It's as if it had water in it and was flowing. She still didn't know what she should say. It really isn't her place to interrupt his memories any more than she already has.\n\nShe unclipped her kilt, covering herself in a kind of blanket with the excess. Very warm under that*"
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "`I've gotta go eat out, so I'll be back in an hour or so, that oki?`\n\n`k that took too long but I'm alive again`\n\n\"Adventurous, weren't you? I hadn't climbed a tree till I was about fourteen. Was too scary of an experience, but I needed to get something down from the branches. I still get anxious at times when I have to be at great heights, from all the prospects of falling down and breaking something.\"\n\n*Theron sighed, while leaning back and using his hands as supports. He'd look to the sky, thinking about anything to say for now. Now that they're here, might as well start setting up for the night.*\n\n\"Want to start setting up camp for the night? Once everything's done we can start the little bonding process you suggested in the house... Under the starlight sky, or something similar to it.\"\n\n*He had returned focus to Ein, smiling somewhat. At least they could have a good time to themselves, in a spot where he had spent a lot of his childhood. It was practically a second home... Just without all the furnishings.*"
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"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well we could start with a shelter. A few branches should do. Maybe we can pack some leaves on top should be fine. Or we could always sleep under my plaid~\"\n\n*She said, grabbing some sticks and branches... And some other dry things for a fire. She also released her blanket, letting it hang loose behind her. It didn't touch the ground of course and just... Looked more like a loose blanket.*\n\n\"We could also do a fire so... We can stay warm\""
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I had grabbed a spare blanket from the guest room, quite old actually. My mom must have hung onto after all this time... But since you've come up with such a good idea, we can use it as a tarp~.\"\n\n*Theron had opened the sack he set down by the rock, pulling out a moderately sized sheet. It wasn't too thick, but could be layered over itself at least once. Slap a layer of leaves on it and that would be a decent cover.*\n\n\"I'll start digging the firepit. You can set up a nice spot for the little shelter, so do make it compact... Thank you.\"\n\n*He would be using a edged stone to begin digging the firepit, just like he said. Taking a few moments to prepare the bow and spindle he brought in his sack for later, once the pit was set up correctly.*"
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"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She picked up... Two rocks. One of them looked a bit different from the other. No biggie though. She struck one of them on the other, almost instantly chipping off a massive chunk from the rock. This was good enough to chop some pieces of tree off a tree... \n\nAnd off she went! She targeted younger trees, chopping it down with... The sharp rock. Chop Chop Chop shhhhhhhpppp. Down the tree went. She knelt down at the stump to recite a soft prayer to the gods of nature. Pagan? Hmm interesting.\n\nAnd back she came with... The tree. What kind of shelter was she going to make? Well, she started to dig a decent sized hole, which was large enough that you could only see half of you if you lay down outside.\n\nShe packed the bottom with some leaves and other dry materials to cushion them. On top, she started cutting up the tree to make something similar to a roof! On some leaves go and she was done!*"
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "`stuff pop up with me a lot so it oki doki`\n\n*Theron put some time into watching her, once he had finished the little pit he made. About halfway through her unique structure he'd be using the bow&spindle to start some embers on a piece of dry wood that he had found in Ein's pile... Which after several tries, he had gotten to work!*\n\n\"So, where'd you learn to make that sort of shelter? My father hadn't taught me to make them like that. Another specialty from your own village, perhaps?\"\n\n*Theron spoke out in-between breaths, while gently blowing on the embers to get it going. Soon paying off, as he was now graced with the gentle roar of the firepit being filled with... Well... Fire.*"
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"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"No I just used my intuition. Pits tend to be good for keeping you cool cause you're lower to the ground. The excess space under will gather any moisture or water because things like going down. A roof is good to keep you nice and safe\"\n\n*She said, obviously having her good smart moments. With the extra leaves and branches, she made a kind of... Slanted shape on top of the roof, digging some sort of trench near*\n\n\"And this... Small trench thing is for keeping rain outside. My little moisture trap can only do so much~\""
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Well then, that's quite the surprise. Where'd the naive Ein that didn't have a clue about courting in the forest? I don't mind you being a sly vixen from time to time of course... It could be rather stale if I'm the only one having fun~.\"\n\n*Theron fed two more pieces of dry wood into the fire before laying down onto his back, looking up towards Ein with a playful smirk. The time it took for them to reach this place, as well as set up the site had taken most of the afternoon... The sun had begun to set.*"
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"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Hmm now what can we do? We have... The sun set. We have shelter, and we have a fire. Is there much we can do other... Than learn more than each other? I'm unsure. I'll let you lead the way. Anything you might want to do... Or try, I'll try to be as open as possible.\"\n\n*She said, sitting down on... A large rock, patting the side next to her as if inviting Theron to sit down. She has chosen a nice spot. The trees parted slightly to allow them to see the sun set in the horizon. It was also near the fire, which allowed them to stay warm, though Ein only really starts to feel cold in extreme temperatures.\n\nIt simply wasn't like her to... Forcefully act like a sly fox. She only acts sly in some times*\n\n\"Unless, you want to do something more interesting? Not that I'd know what you'd find interesting\""
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron breathed in and out deeply, getting up and off the floor. Once he did, he dusted himself off before walking over and sitting down next to ein. He'd then lay his head on her shoulder and gently trace his finger along her arm.*\n\n\"There was a reason, why I wanted to come here specifically. R-remember when you asked, a week ago in the forest, about why I loved you? Chose you specifically, after the short amount of time we'd been together?... Well... I was thinking about it.\"\n\n*He suppressed an exhale, drawing himself closer to her as he stared into the fire and gave himself time to think clearly enough.*\n\n\"... When we first met, you seemed to be brimming with confidence. You were idiotic, sure, but you did your best to make your moments count. You were considerate, with how you didn't want to burden others... Even though you were blind to how that could make others feel.\"\n\n*He slowly tightened his grip around her arm, still not looking at her, as he reminisced over the few weeks they had spent as partners and as a couple.*\n\n\"... And then later I was reminded that this was only the surface. You got hurt, nearly killed, and you were still worrying about me before yourself. I learned about how defenseless you could be, and how much you needed someone to be there. So I got selfish... And I wanted to be that someone. I... Feel that I took advantage of that.\"\n\n*His breathing slowly became uneven, as he was probably fighting off some feeling that wanted him to stop.*\n\n\"So... In the end, I'm not really sure about everything. I want to protect you, and be with you, and care for you... But also I feel like I've abused you in a way that was purely for myself... And I wanted to m-make sure y-you knew... S-so I...\"\n\n*His grip wavered as he pressed his head onto her shoulder, shivering a bit. He had stressed about this answer as well as the incoming danger that would befall his family. So in case this could be a detriment to both their safety... He wanted her to know.*"
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"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She thought this would start as something normal like... What they've done over a week ago. She continued listening, silently, not looking at him. She was scarily still and... Unmoving. Her breathing was also uneven. But why?\n\nThere were drops of water dripping from her face. They glistened in the light. Of course, as he talked, her tears started to appear faster. By the end, she was full on crying. She couldn't pull herself to look at Theron. She felt as if it was her fault that he felt like he was abusing her. Was it her indecisiveness? Or maybe her inability to make choices. But whatever it was, she felt extremely guilty.\n\nShe wanted to make it a smooth relationship between them. She didn't want anything bad to happen. But of course, that never really happens. Even I, the writer knows this.*\n\n*A few moments passed of complete silence, Ein turning herself to Theron. Doing the same thing she did when she did her confession. She placed her forehead on his, her eyes still somewhat puffy from her soft crying*\n\n\"You idiot... You big Idiot. Don't you t-think you abused me. I love you how you are. There's no reason for you to feel guilty. I don't want you to feel like you hurt me or abused me. You didn't. You made me happier than I could ever have been if I was alone. No pet, nor person could have made me feel like I had everything like you did\"\n\n*She slipped her head down onto his shoulder, wetting his sleeve with her tears. See! She was the emotional one here. She cries in the weirdest times. This was the time she cried. She heard what he had to say... About her confidence, how she was a person who cared for others. Anyone would cry if they have been complemented by the person they loved so dearly. Especially when they desire even the slightest of complements.\n\nFor this, she just kept silently sobbing on his shoulders. She looked up at him to say something*\n\n\"I felt a burning desire for you when I saw you by my bed that day, feeling as if I was in heaven. I felt like I had died. Maybe that moment was heaven. I saw you and felt as if it was an angel themselves talking to me, just to realize that angel I thought was there, was you. I couldn't help myself feel pulled to you. \n\n\nYou pulled me out of my eventual death and... Brought me to life. I was indebted to you for the rest of my life. Not by some blood nor ties, but simply by just burning passion. I couldn't help myself be pulled towards you, even with the most mundane of tasks.\"\n\n*She took a few moments for a sobbing break. She definitely wasn't done with what she was saying*\n\n\"When I confessed in that forest... I felt nervous that the angel in my life would feel repelled by my feelings. So I was just ready to disappear after you said what you said. But when you returned the feelings... I felt that I could challenge heaven and hell by myself.\n\nSo... Please don't feel like you abused me. It makes me feel like you wanted to leave me\""
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron slowly smiled throughout her confession, yet again, taking him by surprise. A lot of himself felt relief. He didn't want to stop seeing her, but had just been afraid that things were going so fast because he was taking advantage of it... But she felt as passionately about him as he did for her.*\n\n*Of course he couldn't help but tear up and let some flow, this situation wasn't the kindest. They were completely exposed to each other, and he wanted her to be completely honest... Even though it brought upon her such a deep sadness. From this sadness however, gave him a sense that he was wrong before.*\n\n*They were being honest with each other in this situation. The beautiful things she was saying to him were from the heart, and he couldn't help but feel his heart race from it. He felt embarrassed but completely honored to be referred to as an angel, in her eyes. He almost didn't deserve such an honor, when trying to think on it.*\n\n*Locking eyes with her again, the two beautiful violet eyes he had gotten so used to, kept his heart aflutter. He was feeling a bit too lost in all the emotion as of right now... It was hard to calm down after hearing her admit that he was such an important person to her.*\n\n\"W-well... You can rest easy. I wanted to hear about this for a long time... It was just, r-rather embarrassing with Valm-ir around, you know. I l-let it eat at my thoughts for too long, forgive m-me.\"\n\n*His heart hadn't calmed down yet... Looking into the deep violet of her eyes didn't help. It was such a lovely color on her. The little love of his life... Still being so close to her, he'd pull her in for a hug.*"
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"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She stared into his eyes, giving him a tight hug. It's honestly his choice to kiss her at this moment. It would be quite romantic. A sunset backdrop, a fire, the forest... And a couple. How did such a repulsive Ein get such a great man to call her Love. It's truly just the work of faith and probably gaia in her eyes.\n\nHe could most likely feel her heart beating, like she could feel his when their chest met. This was an awkward situation as... They could easily have just started kissing, their lips only being an inch apart from each other. Ein wanted to cherish this moment, staring deep into his eyes as if trying to dig in deeper to savour his passion for her. But of course, she couldn't do that. She was satisfied from what she heard him say. It was... Refreshing. Something she needed in such a tense time as this* \n\n\"I wanted to hear your story too... It makes me feel happy. It makes my heart feel like it wants to escape when you speak to me with such passion. It's as if... We were supposed to be together. As if it may be Gaia's doing or... Our ancestors. I don't care. This moment is worth savouring. I wish it could last forever...\"\n\n*She said, staring into his green eyes, whilst moving in closer to make it even more personal than it already was. Again, they were so close, that he could practically smell the faint smell of berries that she uses to clean her clothes. She wanted to pull herself into a kiss but she had one last thing to say*\n\n\"Please don't ever leave me... I don't know what I'd ever be able to do without you. I'd feel so empty if I didn't have you by my side. If I have to live a life without having you, your emerald eyes and... Your aura by my side. I don't think that would be a life to live\"\n\n*She said, speaking between soft sobs of her happy crying. I didn't want to type the stutters as it is much more natural just using your imagination. She continued on with her speech, turning slightly red. She was about to make a proclamation. A big one in fact. Something that she will have to do when the time comes of course*\n\n\"After this mess... I want to own a home in the forest and... Settle there with you. We could have a farm and... Maybe we could have a family. I just want to have you by my side till the horrible day comes when I must leave this world.\""
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron smiled brightly, although his eyes were still wet with tears. She was prepared to spend the rest of her life with him, and he was prepared to reciprocate those feelings. It was all he could ever want as of now, to know that they were both in perfect harmony.*\n\n\"I'll accept that as a proposal... That we may live side by side till this world forces us to part. I love you, Eliza... And I know you love me back.\"\n\n*He'd then take his time to wrap his arms around her neck, to kiss her passionately. This was a time to burn into his memory for the rest of his life. They will be together as one from here, and forward into the future... Whatever it may bring.*"
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"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*This was true peace to her. She didn't need to move. No one to follow. Just her and her love. She closed her eyes returning the passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his back. \n\nAfter that week... Of probably doing the same thing, she has obviously gotten better at kissing. Most likely more open to doing different kinds of kissing. I'll let you guide how their moment goes. Just keep it PG for now... It's only been a week. Doubt Ein's heart'll be ready for much more than this.\n\nShe hopes that Séid will be merciful and keep them together, have it be heaven or hell. She will fight to remain together, even after death. She wanted to burn this memory into her mind. The feeling... And the picture. It's something she wants to cherish. It reminded her of the week before when she told Theron her feelings... That kiss was her first. This kiss wasn't her first her lips felt... But it was the first kiss she has done with such passion when they were alone*"
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "`the thanos meme gives me great worry`\n\n*Theron took his time, gently playing with her hair as they held their kiss for what seemed to be several minutes. Having all the doubt expunged from his mind had given him peace to think. Their feelings were shared honestly, their future together was now well established, and they had agreed on what they would aim for together.*\n\n*During the final moments of their embrace, Theron quickly gave Ein's tongue a lick... He had caused such a sad atmosphere from admitting his insecurities, so he thought this could somewhat quickly change things... Even if it would end in some kind of retribution for him.*\n\n\"Well well, we've sure gone at it for some time... But I'm quite pleased with how all this turned out. To think I wasn't born from my mother, but gifted from the heavens, to be your little guardian angel~.\""
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"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"To think I'm special enough to be gifted such an angel of high stature. Maybe your mother is Gaia themselves. Makes sense Gaia is... Somewhat a feminine name. What do you intend on doing now? We've... Planned the future and... Cherished the moment?\"\n\n*During the thick of the moment, she didn't care about the tongue lick. Interesting choice of what he decided to do. I wouldn't say I'd be into that but Ein probably was into what he did. She wasn't really the kind to fight back. \n\nShe was smiling, having stopped crying. Just a happy EinEin sat there in front of him. His lover. At least until it turns official. Of course, she will want to wait until life was peaceful again until she made it official*\n\n\"But proposal or not. I wish to have life be peaceful before we settle down together... But don't think for a moment I won't have my fun. I fully intend on exploring the world... And continuing my mission of exploring the alcohol of the world\""
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Makes sense, I guess. I'll still be traveling down the same road, so it won't bother me... Besides, a lightweight needs to be there when the ***Superior drunkard*** Passes out after a few shots~.\"\n\n*Theron slapped his head back onto her shoulder, fine with the current predicament they were in. Of course the entire Thorns business would have to be taken care of... Escaping it or fighting back. Once that was dealt with, it would be just a matter of making or finding a suitable place to settle down.*"
},
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"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Is that a challenge?\"\n\n*She asked, leaning her own head on his. Very peaceful. The sunset has hit it's best. Very pretty.\n\nHe could feel her dozing off. She probably got really tired from the kissing moment, but she tried to keep herself awake. Mostly for him*"
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "`still a bit tired from cl\n\n*Theron woke up from under the little shelter Ein had made the previous evening. It was now morning, and the sun was shining in the sky... Quite a nice day was to be had. The previous night brought him a sense of warmness, due to them finally solidifying their feelings.*\n\n\"Ein! Are you up? We should get going back to the home so I can speak to my family about what's to happen.\"\n\n*Theron crawled out of the shelter, it had actually been a good sleep. Nice and warm, due to the extra blanket he had brought with them... And the plaid Ein offered, if she actually kept her word on the playful promise.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*And indeed she did. They were under her plaid, which Ein took off the night before of course. She was sleeping quite peacefully... Until... Well, she was woken up. She sat up with a yawn, almost immediately tying her hair up yet again into her classic... Bun*\n\n*Yaaaaaaawn* \"Morning... Yeah lets go...\"\n\n*She said, taking her plaid, going to some flat ground to put it on. It involved her folding the pleats, laying down, and wrapping it together with a belt. He has probably seen this many times during the week of skip. Very refreshed she is. Better sleep when she doesn't have to worry about Morwe staring at them. Nice sleep*"
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron begun packing what he left in the shelter into the sack he brought along, hoisting it over his shoulder once again. He then begun to lead Ein through the woods and back to the homestead of his family. Along the way however, he spoke up...*\n\n\"My father isn't, the uh... Kindest of hearts. It takes time to get close to him. Don't be surprised if he seems distant to you. It was the same with me for about a decade and a half.\"\n\n*Theron would part some of the wild brush to continue moving, and creating a small path for Ein to follow along on.*"
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"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I'll be sure we can learn to get along... No matter how long it takes\"\n\n*She said, gathering her objects of belongings. Of course, she was pretty easy to lead around. Super easy to drag around in fact. Maybe it's because she trusts him*\n\n\"Don't we have to pick up our objects from the smith? Or is that later? I have no sense of time... Sorry\""
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"We can check in on the way to see if everything has been finished. It shouldn't be seen as a problem, but we may have to go back later in the day if it isn't all finished.\"\n\n*Theron looked back at her and gave a small smile, doing a little hop over a tree log that had been laying across his makeshift trail. They would soon break out of the forest... Now was the time to either make a stop at the blacksmith or get going straight to his home.*"
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"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Maybe we should just return later on the day. Let's not force your family to wait, yes? But of course, we could always just check up on the weapons if you feel that necessary\"\n\n*She too hopped over the log... God damn you log! Making me use jumping energy. Ah yes, the outside of forest. Very nice. Cities are nice too! Did you know that... Forests tend to have trees? Some people don't know that. Those people also think that the amount of mercury in vaccines are deadly but still eat salmon, which has more mercury than salmon*"
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"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~inb4 ferret had to angrily kick a anti-vax mom before rp~~\n\n\"Alright then, we'll go pick up our equipment before we set off from the city and into the mountainous region.\"\n\n*Theron then lead the way, past the blacksmith! They still had to spend quite some time dodging the groups of people in the streets... Walk by some shady characters in the alleys... And finally make some quick stops inside a store to avoid a crowd. All this paid off however, as they got back to the neighborhood his parents lived in at record time!*"
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{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She remained close to Theron, not exactly having any weapons to protect herself. She could punch any trouble makers but... That doesn't have any... Well... Prettiness?\n\nBack to Theron's parent's home. She is obviously nervous about meeting the father. He could feel her hands... Get just a bit sweaty. Everyone gets nervous in this situation*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron sighed, pulling her closer to him and cuddling her arm*\n\n\"Parents are important, and I feel that I should honor their requests... But... I won't let that decide our fate together. Even if my father somehow finds reasons to despise you for the rest of his life, which is very little, I'll stay by your side. Last night wasn't just for the moment. I **Will** Spend my life by your side.\"\n\n*Once he was finished snuggling up with her, he'd look up and his emerald eyes would meet her amethyst... He did worry about how is father would react, but he also would not accept any proposal to leave Ein. They had expressed each other's vows to be together, and agreed upon it. Promises were to be kept and paid, no matter what happened... That was what he was taught, so that was what he would stick to.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Yeah we did agree on that. I hope I'll be able to impress your father anyways. First impressions are very important. Especially if you need help in the future\"\n\n*She said, looked down at him with a smile. She honestly didn't need to look down far enough. He wasn't that short compared to her. But she looked down anyways. A promise is a promise. In Ein's family, a promise is part of their soul, being the dagger.\n\nLet's hope the father doesn't challenge her to a duel. She has no weapon and isn't too keen on striking down his father*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*After Theron had his little moment, he'd let go of Ein and continue moving along, preparing himself for whatever was coming next. The door would open, he'd step in, and all that was left was for Ein to come on in as well.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She entered, fixing herself up to look presentable yet again. Straightened kilt... Straightened top... And her hair was retied. She wanted to make really good first impressions. She passed with Theron's Mum... But the father was scary*\n\n\"Séidh ó (I'm coming in - Theron would have heard it during the week.)!\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "`tim 2 visit tupper and pin`"
},
{
"author": "Ania Farrid",
"message": "\"Welcome back, dear. My husband's upstairs and checking over his weapons... He's a bit too careful if you ask me. We can have some small talk while he takes his time.\"\n\n*She'd signal Ein to sit down beside her, smiling as she waited.*\n\n\"So, how'd your little escapade out into the woods go? Forgive an old lady for listening in on such a conversation, but I can't help myself~. My child going out into the wild with such a pretty girl... I can't imagine what'd happen~.\"\n\n*Her innocent smile slowly changed to take a more mischievous nature. She still sat and waited, but her hand movements to usher Ein over to her seat became a bit more hurried.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She sat down, making sure... Well, her kit was pretty normal at the current moment. Let's not start exposing shall we? She held... A paper in her kilt pocket, looking straight at Ms Ania*\n\n\"I feel like it should be Theron who should answer that question. I don't have the best of memories but... I'll say we have made an oath to each other that night, before the eyes of Gaia and their children, Séid. But I won't say more as it's Theron's turn to speak.\"\n\n*She said, trying to... Turn the question away from her. She was a bit.. Embarrassed about the night before. She didn't want to say anything more than she does so... She'll torture Theron with that question*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron sighed, sitting down opposite to his mother to explain*\n\n\"Solidifying feelings, our future, and such things. Ein gets embarrassed easily so calm down, mom... Besides, I want to talk to you and father about something... More important.\"\n\n*Theron twiddled his thumbs. The entire Thorn business he had refrained from explaining to them. He wanted them to know, since this could end up effecting them if the criminals went far enough... And they deserved to be prepared.*"
},
{
"author": "Ania Farrid",
"message": "\\ *She rolled her eyes, leaning against Ein.*\n\n\"Of course, honey. You two can go ahead and keep such private things to yourselves... Even if I'd love to hear about it~. I was in your shoes at one time as well, Ein, dear. Don't be afraid to grab the tethers of the horse, do your best to keep it at a pace you're both happy with... Or just take him for ride.\"\n\n*Le cheeky wink, before she stood up off the chair and wandered back upstairs... To probably get Theron's father to hurry up and be respectful to their guest.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuush*\n\n\"Tethers of the horse? Take... Him for a ride? What-\"\n\n*Too late for her to ask the question. She probably misinterpreted what she meant. But she gave Theron a slight smile, as if asking \"What did she mean? I don't exactly follow...\" She really didn't follow.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron sighed, gave Ein a \"No go\" Hand gesture, then leaned back in his chair. That old woman was really doing her damn best to mess around with them with the time she had left.*\n\n\"It's best to not think about it... Making a family isn't really a safe option as of right now, but she still wants to poke fun at it.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Wait wait wait wait she was talking about THAT? Oh god please not now. Too dangerous. We don't even live anywhere\"\n\n*Physical body shiver. Yikes, mum wanted that already. They still practically live in a forest. Scary. Mums are scary. She just wasn't interested in that at the current moment. She was probably going to wait until they are closer or... Marriage*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron rolled his eyes, then reconnected them to the blushing and panicked Ein.*\n\n\"You can calm yourself down now, *Deary*. She's just having her fun at messing with you, since you seem so innocent to her.\"\n\n*He did have to admit, her freaking out over the mere mention was cute to him in this moment. No wonder his mom was growing to like her so much... Offered plenty of amusement.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I don't think an experienced assassin and oversized cloak bat with metal fangs can be cute but I'm flattered by the complement\"\n\n*She hasn't grown into... Using any kind of words of endearment yet. She'd rather just call him by name for now. Much easier to remember. Yes definitely. Theron isn't exactly a normal name by her standards*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron was about to respond, but then he heard his parents coming down the stairs and stopped himself. Watching his father enter the room just after his mother, taking a seat down in the middle of the room... Glancing to the both of them.*"
},
{
"author": "Eliaz Farrid",
"message": "*He was about 5'8. Dark brown hair with equally black eyes. He had a cold look about his neutral expression... Which for whatever reason, seemed like he was displeased with something. He was a rather well built man as well. From the fur-lined garments he wore, could be made out well maintained muscles.*\n\n\"So, this is Eliza? Not quite what I expected, but everything can't be planned for.\"\n\n*He spoke with a moderate tone, basically hiding any hint of what he could be thinking as he stared at her and looked her over.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She immediately sat up straight upon having caught sight of the person. Back not on the back rest. Absolutely straight. Straighter than my graphing ruler. She introduced herself in her ordinary way*\n\n\"Dì dadhúi sir. Pleased to meet you\"\n\n*Back to the normal show of... Formal EinEin. She spoke in... A very VERY formal style. Interesting but sure that's fine*"
},
{
"author": "Eliaz Farrid",
"message": "\"My name is Eliaz, my wife is Ania, and I am sure you know about my son. What's brought you over to our home?\"\n\n*After finishing his little inspection, he slowly nodded to himself... Now making eye contact with Ein. Eliaz's neutral expression still didn't change, as he spoke to her in a dry tone.*\n\n\"I would like to hear it from you personally, since my wife tells me that you two have been getting together extremely well.\"\n\n*During this time, Ania would go off to the kitchen. She was likely starting to make a meal, since at this time it was still technically morning. They could have a break-feast of sorts, now that everyone had been gathered together.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She thought to herself for a moment. She didn't know how to phrase it. They did make a promise to live together forever and make a family. But were they truly married? They aren't right? They aren't really engaged either. Sooo she just used the term lover again*\n\n\"We're lovers as of the current moment, but we have made plans for our future together. So naturally I was curious about meeting his parents, which brought me here today\"\n\n*She said, taking a moment of silence so Mr Eliaz can... Well, process what she said for a moment. She would soon continue on later*\n\n\"We have been courting for over a week and travelling around the Silvainian Empire.\""
},
{
"author": "Eliaz Farrid",
"message": "*He interlocked his hands while listening to Ein explain, still staring into her eyes. Once she was finished he looked over to Theron... Who gave a nod.*\n\n\"That is good. Rushing into most situations often leads to bad results, so I commend you on that. Do take your time to understand what it means to form a bond for life.\"\n\n*He then sat straight up, still looking to Theron... Then he motioned for him to speak.*\n\n\"Tell me what you've been waiting for. Your mother said you wanted to speak to us, on why you had come here originally.\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron suppressed an exhale, still feeling like he shouldn't speak about it... But they're his parents, and he doesn't want them to be taken by surprise in the event it could happen.*\n\n\"... Ein-... Eliza, while she was out doing work, was nearly killed. During that altercation... She talked about things that she shouldn't have, to help her survive. After she was let free, we received a letter and were threatened to do criminal work or they would come for us.\"\n\n*He slowly twiddled his thumbs, doing his best to keep eye-contact with his father, although it was getting difficult for him to do it.*\n\n\"We fled. Now we are doing our best to avoid them... And I wanted to make sure to warn you and mother. You two cannot hide due to your agreement with the nobleman's family... So I wanted to make sure you could plan ahead and secure your safety.\"\n\n*Theron then broke his contact with his father, looking to the ground. He feared for what the man would say, but for right now, it was just deathly silent. Eliaz was unmoving, looking down on Theron as he processed the information.*\n\n`gotta do something, but soak in the death stare of Eliaz while I'm gone`"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She was trying her hardest... To well not... Pass out from the tension. Can't say much here honestly*"
}
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{
"author": "Eliaz Farrid",
"message": "*For a moment you could see him twitch, from the sudden information about possibly being hunted down. He'd stare down at Theron for approximately a minute before crossing his arms and sitting straight up again.*\n\n\"I see. It's horrible news to be sure... I am disappointed, but there are simple solutions to this. Eliza will leave the home and you can stay behind. Their only target is likely her, so staying here and hiding with us can guarantee safety... Even if it's a large criminal organization, the noble family here have enough gold and security to be a ward against it.\"\n\n*He nodded to himself, then glared over to Ein. It was an easy guess as to why he suddenly showed disgust towards her.*\n\n\"You may go. Thank you for bringing my son back home... But your stay will bring us danger.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I refuse. I'm not the only target here. And I doubt they would leave the lover of their main target alone would they? I'll just say this. I doubt he is safer with you than he is with me\"\n\n*She said, immediately going into the zone of disrespect the moment he even thought of having him leave her. They did promise their future together, did they not? \n\nShe also didn't care about the fact they can pay them off. She WANTED to be with Theron. She'd even fight his father if she had to*\n\n\"Plus, we promised our future together. I doubt Gaia and Séid would be pleased of your actions against a verbal oath\""
},
{
"author": "Eliaz Farrid",
"message": "*He kept his eyes on her, waiting a few moments to think about what she said before speaking up again... Although it was clear he wasn't quite alright with anything she suggested there. Meanwhile, Theron was going to speak up but waited when his father lifted up his hand.*\n\n\"From what I am told, and what you have said, you are the one they are interested in. It is true that they would naturally use someone of worth to you to keep you in line, but in the end Theron has not committed anything to them. The only reason he would be hunted down would be to keep you in their sights.\"\n\n*He then stood up off the chair, standing up tall... And now looking down on Ein. His black eyes looking coldly upon her in open hostility.*\n\n\"A promise should remain unbroken, I find that in agreement... But you are being selfish in dragging him alongside you to your death.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She too stood up, almost knocking down her own chair. She gave him the look of well... Disgust and hate. How dare this man try to pull her away from him. She cares about him, but there are other ways to protect a target*\n\n\"You're the greedy one here. Maybe if you actually stayed with him to raise him as a child, you could have taught him to protect himself. But you didn't raise him properly did you? \n\nWith all due respect sir, but I think you don't know what you're talking about. They'll kill anyone who's a loose end. And Theron's one of them.\"\n\n*She may be shorter than him, but she was well... More sharp with what she said. Sharp like a shaving knife* \n\n\"And what you said about not committing anything to the Thorns is absolute Bullshit. So I recommend getting your head out of your ass and think of the big picture. I don't care about how your noble can protect you because they can't.\"\n\n*At the end of this, she sat down, realising what she just said then apologized*\n\n\"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken out of turn\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~damn ein went vicious didn't expect that~~\n\n*Theron was quite blind-sided by Ein's sudden outburst... He felt the same, but he couldn't say something that vicious to his father. It was true that he wasn't the most caring... But before he set off as an adventurer he taught him what he knew now.*\n\n*As for Eliaz, he stood there and continued to look down on her. His cold look hadn't changed much throughout her attack, except for a twitch of the brow or hand when she insulted him and his parenting.*"
},
{
"author": "Eliaz Farrid",
"message": "\"... I see. Then if you feel as strongly as you do for him, to think you know how to care for his life in this situation... I will be assured of it. Gather your weapons you are proficient with, I want to put your conviction to the test.\"\n\n*Eliaz then walked upstairs with an eerie calm... To go collect his things for what was to come.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Very well. I'll make sure to impress you sir, or I'll die trying.\"\n\n*She said, looking at Theron, whispering to him*\n\n\"But my weapons are at the smithery\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"There's a small armory upstairs, but I don't know if you'd like to be there with him..\"\n\n*Theron was quite down-trodden with how this had turned out. He partly wished he didn't warn his parents, but it was something they had to know...*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I'll just borrow your sword and my shield. That'd be sufficient. I'm sorry for attacking your father... He just pissed me off\" \n\n*She said, grabbing her equipment off the ground... And placing it on. Seems like she still fits into it. Gambeson and Cuirass are now on!*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~well technically it's me vs you so it should be oki~~"
},
{
"author": "Eliaz Farrid",
"message": "*After some time Eliaz would come back down. He'd be wearing aketon as his armor, while being armed with a Waister and a dagger. While passing the two, he would motion for Ein to come, walking out the backdoor and presumably waiting for her to follow.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She promptly followed after, giving Theron a nervous smile. Simple as that. I don't know what to expect so I won't type much.\n\nSword in hand, shield in the other. Armour on and... Kilt on!*"
},
{
"author": "Eliaz Farrid",
"message": "*Eliaz would be waiting about thirty feet from the door, prepared for combat. His knees were slightly bent, sword angled in front of him. The dagger would presumably be in his other hand, behind him.*\n\n\"I know the strengths of my son, but I do not know yours. Let us teach each other, and determine what's to happen.\"\n\n*He continued to hold his stance, eyes locked onto Ein's figure. The Waister he used in his dominant hand was comparable to a long-sword, but created with edges. It was practically a baton but sword shaped, likely used in training.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Assuming this is 100% allowed cause Ein ain't gaining anything, she took her classic Einlander Big Guard. A very defensive posture. Quite unique from anything they'd probably have seen or fought against.\n\nSword was pointed downwards, in front of her, while her shield was just canted to her head, allowing her to see Eliaz. \n\nIn this case, she seemed to be left handed. But anyways not an important detail... Or is it?*"
},
{
"author": "Eliaz Farrid",
"message": "*Eliaz would close in on her by walking at a steady pace, keeping his sword in front of him and dagger to his side. There wouldn't be much to analyze since it seemed she was self taught. Whether that impressed him or not depended on what she was capable of.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She went to match his movement, moving backwards ever so slightly. She didn't want to push herself into a wall, but she didn't want to look like she was retreating. \n\nHer techniques look self taught of course, but they were no doubt polished to all hell. Theron knows what she is capable off in combat*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "`oof I forgot this`"
}
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{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~yeah sorry about dying~~"
},
{
"author": "Eliaz Farrid",
"message": "*Once Eliaz advanced enough, he would thrust towards Ein's legs. He didn't expect much, but was mostly just probing for information. A shield and sword had few advantages over his specific style, so it was just time to figure out reactions to specific strikes... And rely on his own quick judgements, if she made counters.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She did her quick pivot, moving in canted to him for a strike, doing a pointed strike to his face with both sword and shield. You may ask, how'd she deal with the sword? She kinda... Stepped on it with her foot... That should be sufficient honestly... Or not?*"
},
{
"author": "Eliaz Farrid",
"message": "*Eliaz would quickly duck down, his loose grip on the Waister allowing him to not be jerked off balanced by the bold move. Spinning the dagger in his off hand, he'd begin thrusting up at her torso with it... ~~having dodged the strike?~~*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*With her... Gen speed, she brought her... Shield down to... Smack the dagger away if possible. Of course, if possible, she'd make the attempt to lock the dagger hand. With that done, pointing the sword at his face*"
},
{
"author": "Eliaz Farrid",
"message": "*Of course Ein was fast enough to move her shield to block, but she ended up blocking nothing as the dagger thrust was feinted. What he truly prepared for was her aiming the sword at his face... Clashing the dagger blade with it. With his strength in his knees and now, he'd go for a shoulder bash into her shield.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Making an attempt at a shoulder bash into the shield would cause her to change her grip on her sword to a reverse grip, moving away from the shield bash. When completed, she made the attempt to bash her shield into his face... Nothing much to be said*"
},
{
"author": "Eliaz Farrid",
"message": "*Ein would make a possibly costly mistake in this moment... As she was still ~~maybe?~~ keeping her foot upon his Waister. As he slammed into the shield with his shoulder, the force she put behind the bash effectively canceled it out. Eliaz would then tighten his grip on the hilt of his Waister and pull it back toward him.* \n\n~~if she's not stepping on it then rip, don't focus on that detail~~"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She quickly made distance, taking the Big Castle Guard (Mórcáisedh Gaírd), which saw her take a forward pose, her sword pointing down and her shield in front of her. \n\nOf course, distance was made... Decently well as she wasn't exactly.. The slowest of many*"
},
{
"author": "Eliaz Farrid",
"message": "*Eliaz shrugged his shoulders, feeling some pain in his left shoulder now that it was effectively slammed into a metal wall.*\n\n\"Your frame hides some surprising strength, I'll give you that.\"\n\n*After stating it rather calmly, he'd then assume his stance yet again... Body facing parallel to her, knees bent, sword forward, dagger at side... And he'd close in on the gap between them.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She adjusted herself to a lower guard of unknown name. Most likely a family technique. Anyways, shield on the dagger side and sword on sword side. Wonder who's winning this fight?*"
},
{
"author": "Eliaz Farrid",
"message": "*At least she had plenty of options... But how many of them could work effectively? It was a gamble but most soldiers and killers would get overwhelmed if their enemy continually changed their fighting styles mid battle.*\n\n*Once he had gotten close enough, Eliaz this time went for a overhead swing with the Waister. The lower hit put him in a tough spot, but he was able to get out of it... What would the strange fighter do this time?*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*With the sword on her sword side, she went for a redirect to above him, assuming he wouldn't be able to stop the sword and pull it back for a strong enough strike to count for anything.\n\nWith her shield, she crowded his other hand, placing her foot around his other foot and... Pushing. This would all occur in a clean movement... Or at least try to occur in one*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~what exactly just happened with the shield part~~\n\n~~okay that's what i thought~~"
},
{
"author": "Eliaz Farrid",
"message": "*While his sword strike was redirected and made useless in the upcoming moments, he'd use the crowding of his dagger to hitch the hilt around the edge of the shield. Pushing the shield aside, he'd take his back foot and go in to slam his knee into Ein's gut.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~I think that makes sense?~~"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*He... Kneed her cuirass. Not exactly nice if you like your knees. Of course it'd hurt, but she'd keep fighting. As he creeped his dagger around her shield, she locked his dagger hand, pulling it and pushing his not kicking foot away. Same thing she did with Theron! Kinda like father and son*"
},
{
"author": "Eliaz Farrid",
"message": "*Assuming that he could get caught off-balance soon, quickly drawing back his right leg that had hit her cuirass. Pivoting off his foot being pushed away, he'd dig his right heel back into the ground to keep balance. Solving that small issue, but likely setting up more problems, he would then continue to clash his Waister with her arming sword...*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She locked his sword hand this time, effectively immobilizing both of his hands. Now what is Ein going to do? Is she...\n\n1 - Going to lock both legs and pull back? \n\n2 - Going to lock both legs and pull back?\n\n3 - Lock both legs and pull back?\n\nIf you chose 1, you are CORRECT! She took her pushing leg again, jamming it down to the side, locking both legs (aka putting them behind it) and pulling back to pull him off his feet!*"
},
{
"author": "Eliaz Farrid",
"message": "*Eliaz would fall with grace rather suddenly, managing to just plop down on his arse. His dagger would have fallen to the side, as he sat there and sighed to himself. He didn't seem to have much fight left in him, possibly satisfied by everything he'd seen... So he just weakly raised one hand in surrender.*\n\n\"Well refined and solid defense... Although I assume something's given you a large fear of offense. Possibly reprimanded for some failed attack, and it was capitalized on fully.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I'm not trained to be aggressive. I'll only fight if I have to defend something I love.\"\n\n*And with honour, she put her hand out to pull him up. She did have a reason why she didn't attack someone fully. You may ask, why? Well, it's a long story.*"
},
{
"author": "Eliaz Farrid",
"message": "\"Aye, and you make comment to it persistently... But you've proven yourself to me and I can't ignore that.\"\n\n*He would take her hand and use Ein to get himself to his feet. She could see that he was upset with the outcome... But what that meant was up in the air.*\n\n\"I'll believe what you've said this day and allow you to be close to him. With all that you say and do... You know we will both suffer if either of us were to fail.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Just do as he recommends and prepare for an attack. Be in the protection of a noble, or not. What you do isn't my job. Talk to Theron about a plan, I'll... Be taking myself back in\"\n\n*She said, leaving the man to... Go back into the house. Wonder what'd occur now? She beat Theron's dad... Hmmmmmm*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*White. White as far as the eye can see. White with the snow, white with the chilling air, white with the precipitation that even still falls forth as the cold of the season drags further on. The Emperor's Snowstorm, a sudden winter event that swept up the entirety of the Salvainian Empire, casting the region into a curse of cold, a nightmare of winter, a seemingly endless trap of subzero torture. Not only does the cold harshly and brutally sweep through the landscape, it brings a long a host of invaders and uninvited 'guests.' Amongst these guests include many different abominable primates, more commonly known as a Yeti. Tearing through the defenseless villages and towns of the unprepared, the Yetis and the minions that plagued the other world would now infect this one with their murderous blight. Proximal to Theron, Eins, and Oshikuru, there would be an encampment with these creatures in a white forest nearby. The roar of the beast could be heard for miles around as it dined on the bodies of those foolish enough to meet its path. It definitely doesn't seem like it plans on leaving anytime soon, however.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Dressed in her garments, a specific Ein proudly trudged through the snow. She was armed with her Claymore and other weapons. Behind her, her kilt swung from behind, the excess having been pulled up to make a sort of sash. \n\nShe seemed to be completely fine in this weather. Just a bit chilly assuming that it wasn't... Like -30 or smthing. If it was -30 I'm sure we'll have more troubles than a couple of Yetis\n\nShe was accompanied by her partner in both adventures and romances. Who you may ask? Well it was Theron! Her lover she supposes?*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron trudged through the snow, doing his best to not get snow blind from their surroundings. It was quite the request, having to hunt down a yeti. From what he's heard they were quite fearsome... So they would have to be prepared.*\n\n*Apparently the man who helped / hindered Ein before was on the quest too. It was rather worrying... Since you know... He brought that death threat to them. Theron will have to keep his guard up this entire quest.*\n\n\"I'm assuming that is the encampment of the Yeti up ahead. We should be prepared, I've read that they can reanimate corpses and freeze one's bones solid.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Well. Snow. Not the best environment, but at least it wasn't rain. It didn't bother him too much. Oshikuru would walk in the camp, the air clouded by the blizzard, only identifiable by his blood red armor. His sword would be by his side, two long, slender bones strapped to his back, as well as a thicker femur of the same length*\n\n*He was quite mad from the previous quest. All he was able to do was rip into the side of an abomination and kill it with a glaive to the skull. He wasn't able to do anything against the giant bone cow. He may have spent too much time fighting the wight. Stupid undead. Can't just die after a glaive through the heart. He didn't care about gold this time, all he wanted was to kill something. And maybe get a cool helmet while he was at it. He also had yet to try roasted yeti. Interesting.*\n\n*He would notice a short woman dressed in what seemed like a thick, patterned skirt and a shirt. She wielded a large sword and other various weapons. He remembered who she was, but not quite the name. Her companion, actually shorter, was dressed in some kind of leather armor, although it was difficult to see in the snow. He could make out a bow and a sword. Seemed like he was decent at fighting as well*"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"Well hello there! Uhh...\" *He would look at EinEin, trying to remember her name* \"I don't know your name, so I shall call you small woman. And you shall be small man! That would make you...\" *He would scratch his head* \"Small couple?\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I don't think you have reason to talk to us so casually. I'm here as a worker and not a friend\"\n\n*She said, drawing her claymore. She just did this because... Well she prefers to do it before anything happens as... Well, it's generally easier to have your sword drawn before the fight. Kinda saves time, albeit not a lot of time, but it does. \n\nWonder how long they've been travelling? Have the been travelling long? I'm unsure. But all I know is that Ein looks closer to Theron than she started.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Yes, hello there. I'm assuming you've been sent on the quest to hunt the yeti as well? It shouldn't have encamped too far from here, I think.\"\n\n*Theron would take time to search the area with his* ***Special eyes*** *, as Ein was cofused on watching Oshi. Quite a predicament, but he currently wasn't here for those Thorns... At least, it was a low possibility.*"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"Sure. If that is what you want. And yes I am here on the yeti hunt. My blade needs blood and bone. Not some stupid rotten hunks of flesh.\" *He didn't take EinEin drawing her sword as any kind of threatening, warning or guard. Rather, he saw it as getting ready. He didn't quite understand why she a bit distant, but it was understandable. Last time they took a job together, he ended up whacking her in the head* \"Let's get going, shall we?\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Let's get going then\"\n\n*She said lifting up her sword and... Well, resting it on her shoulder. Super ready to smacc stuff! Little does Ein know, these things are probably like over 8 times taller than her. Oh well, let's see how this plays out for the trio. \n\nThe claymore looked nice! Not the same as the old one, but still nice*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "~~now we wait for discorxd~~"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*As you three walked into the forest, Theron would be the first to notice some blood on some of the leaves, 40 or so feet away. There were multiple pools of blood scattered about the area, leading off into a single direction; North. At first, the pools were fairly large, but gradually thinned out into a line before degrading into bland droplets in the frozen hell. The crimson of the liquid shone against the oppressive whiteness of the snow, as if it painted a small picture of its own individual world within the blandness of reality around it. However, Theron would also notice the remains of some tracks, left by what appeared to be a small creature of sorts. It matched the direction the blood had shown, again leading North. If you looked closely, it would appear that there would be three trails of these tracks, each one with the same size footprint, but the rough shape of each looked about the same. Looking through the trees up North, there wouldn't appear to be anything in sight, due to the harshness of the blizzard that enveloped the land entirely. However, you would be able to make out the shape of a relatively large hill, flattening out with a plateau of snow on the top. Audibly, there wouldn't be any sort of indication either that there was a possible beast up there, since the usually silent backdrop of the forest would now be filled in with the loud, violent churning of snow.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"I suppose we will be heading north... Plenty of tracks heading that way. I can't make out some of the depressions in the snow, but be prepared for some dire wolves or animated corpses.\"\n\n*Theron would then, begin leading the group Northward... Expecting them to just follow along. There was a lot of information to take in during the ~~light?~~ blizzard they were enveloped in. It was assurance due to blizzards always bringing Yetis... But obscured vision and more difficult terrain could work against them.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I suppose we will. Aren't we fighting Yetis? I didn't expect animated corpses... Or dire wolves\"\n\n*She said, following along. The weather wasn't really an issue for her. She more had an issue of the snow being thick enough that it's hard to move. That and she has to d r a g her legs to move. Not exactly fun when you're literally wearing leather boots with no padding. \n\nAnyways, Ein followed. Nothing too big here*"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"Yetis have found out how to tame wolves and animate corpses. Cowards, using others as a shield. If you're going to be protected, do it yourself\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Oh boy. Oshikuru forgot they could reanimate corpses. Whatever. These he would kill in an instant. Wolves didn't seem like a problem either. He drew his sword, threw it in front of him, and recalled it. He continued to do this while walking.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Following Theron's lead into the snow, the visibilty of the depressions in the snow would become clearer and clearer as you approached, but due to the snow that pounded against the landscape, the tracks would begin to cover up surprisingly quickly. However, before they completely were lost, you could make out a sort of bipedal shape within the snow. It was far too small to be considered a humanoid race, but it looked nothing like a wolves' paw, or for that matter, animal tracks as a whole.*\n\n*Speaking of animals, a sharp cry would cut throughout the snowy setting, piercing through the incessant pounding of snow. It sounded canine, animalistic, and most importantly, it sounded deadly. It would start out faint, but would grow in volume as time went on. The three of you would have no clue on how far away the noise came from; the snow would not allow it. However, much closer to the party, you would be able to hear another deafening roar, this time sounding much deeper and primal, like a monstrous gorilla of sorts. It would echo on and on, bouncing off of the land and into the wilderness. It came from the top of the hill.*"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"Finally! A worthy opponent! I will cut off your head and wear your skull as a mask\" *He would laugh loudly, and turn his blade into a pole arm*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "```12.5 mana spent, 5 mana gained, 22.5 mana remaining```"
}
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{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron would just end up using his thermal vision to try and see whatever the hell it was. It was likely the yeti they were looking for, but he couldn't quite see it due to all the snow... So this was his second best bet.*\n\n*While he searched for the thing through all the snow however, he'd prepare his silver short-sword for combat. From what he's heard these creatures only attack head on those that it sees as easy kills. This could end up being rather troublesome for sure.*\n\n\"Keep your sense sharp, they could be trying to corner us or lead us into something... Possibly already have.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She took her classic guard with her Claymore. She had to use two hands. It was simply too big not too. Senses sharp and... Ready? How do you even sharpen your senses. Do you like use a sharpening stone? \n\nAnyways she is ready to poke the shit out of this thing*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "We continue t0m0rr0w"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*The three of you would ready your weapons in the snow, the blades of each gathering a multitude of snow as frost began costing the edges of your weapons. There did not seem to be much activity from around the area, however. The snow would continue to whir in the frozen hellscape, and the sounds of the blizzard would grow as the wind pounded against the land, covering the ground with even more snow than before. The tracks that had once appeared upon the hillside would have long disappeared under the snow, as well as the bloodied trail, both having fallen beneath the inches and inches of snow that were coming down on the three of you. If you were to lose focus of the trail, it would be completely lost to the snow, and you would have to rely on your memory alone to navigate to the top of the hill.*\n\n*Another canine howl pierced the air, sounding a substantial amount closer. It came from the east, again growing louder as more cries joined the first initial one. From the order the sounds came in, it would seem that there were 3 of them total. A small amount, but depending on what caused the howling, still dangerous nonetheless.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Her claymore was raised to strike anything that approach. Her leg was extended out so she can pivot easily if the situation arises. Anyways, she felt ready... For anything that happened to come out of the snow!*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Oshi would hold his Guandao behind him, the back spike protruding from his left shoulder. His left hand would be extended in front of him, in a martial pose. Wolves would be easy to take care of*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron continued to look out into the snowy hell-scape that was now covered in a raging blizzard... Still trying to find any hints of the creature out there with his thermal vision. Of course he still kept his short-sword at the ready, but this wouldn't be much help unless he was able to react fast enough to anything that lunged at him.*\n```Thermal vision perk (240ft) activated, if you didn't catch that before.```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*The snow would rage on, relentless, oppressive, diabolic. The cries in the distance would pause briefly, before ensuing once more with seemingly increased ferocity than the last. It sounded increasingly closer than before, almost as if it were right next to all of you three at once. Again it would stop, as if the cause of the noise was staring all you down, before Theron, due to his Thermal Vision, would be able to see multiple figures approach them in a sort of line, splitting apart as they came within 40 feet of the group. Judging by the amount of heat signatures, there would appear to be four of them quickly approaching. Two would fly past Oshikuru, a single one would leap past Eìn, and a final, larger figure would leap past Theron. Listening closely, you would be able to hear the ferocious panting of a group of winter wolves, their icy blue eyes piercing through the white snow. They surrounded the three of you, their coats blending in almost perfectly with the snowy backdrop of the season. Each of them would stare the three of you down in, prepared to pounce, before they all launched a simultaneous attack on Oshikuru, seeming to ignore both Eìn and Theron.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Oshikuru would be aware of the wolves approaching. Gripping his weapon tightly, he stepped forward towards the two in front of him, and swung his Guandao, hoping to cut through both of them at once. If it does, he continues to step forward and spin the rest of the way, so that the blade, rather than the shaft would strike the wolves*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She went in to strike a smaller one... Well attempt to strike it. Unsure as to how much she can do against a wolf when it comes to using a claymore. \n\nAnyways, slicey slice!*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron would do his best to run towards the larger wolf and thrust into it's hide. He couldn't quite see specifics due to his thermal still being on, but he'd have aimed towards it's lower torso.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*As Oshikuru swung his Guandao towards the two leaping at him, Ein would find that due to the lack of decent vision within the area, she would miss the wolf, hitting the ground instead. It send a good amount of snow flying into the air, however, which was nice. The wolf that she missed would charge into Oshikuru, clamping down on the Oni's \nLeft shoulder, biting hard as it ripped a moderately large piece of the leather armor off.*\n\n*Before this, however, Oshikuru would find that no matter how sharp or hard you swing a blade, it would not cut cleanly throuh bone. Thus, Oshikuru would find his Guandao sinking into the clavicle of a wolf, the blade's shredding mechanics tearing the flesh apart as it dug into the shoulder blade, becoming stuck as it hit the bone. It yelped and howled in pain as it dropped from the air, Oshikuru's Guandao stuck in its carcass. The other wolf, taking advantage of this weakness, would successfully pounce onto the Oni, the force of the tackle being enough to knock Oshikuru down on the ground with the wolf on top. Its eyes would turn a blinding shade of white, charging up a Chilling Breath attack aimed directly for Oshikuru's face. As it released, you could feel the cold freeze up the pores on your skin, causing frost to spread through your face, causing your blood to run cold. You could feel the dulling in your senses as it wore down by a small amount (-0.2 General Speed and -6 Running speed for three turns, moderate wound.) However, the larger wolf would also capitalize on this opportunity as well, biting down on your thigh with a significantly stronger force than the others.*\n\n*Theron, on the other hand, would be able to see the outline of the wolf's torso as it leapt towards Oshikuru. Seeing that it was preoccupied with tearing apart Oshi's leg, your spear would be able to pierce through the flesh straight into its heart, causing its body to suddenly grow limp as it fell to the floor, its mouth still latched onto Oshikuru's thigh.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Not being able to see, she wasn't able to actually do much. What she did do, is try to listen for the animal panting... Just an approximate place where the animal is... \n\nCan't fight if you cannot see!*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Oshikuru, seeing the wolf's gaping maw, decides to do something stupid. He sticks his all the way inside it's mouth, essentially punching it, then casting current inside of its throat. He would kick the other dead wolf aside and try to punch the other one at his shoulder*\n\n```10 mana spent, 10 regained over 4 turns? 22.5 mana remaining```"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron would jump back to let Oshi deal with the last one. He was quite strong in his own right, so it shouldn't be as big a problem... Especially not wanting to get hit by his own teammates, just in case the blizzard in the area was too hard for them to see through.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Seeing that Oshikuru had stuck his hand inside the wolf's maw where it was the most cold, he would begin to lose feeling in that area as the freezing temperature of the wolf's breath caused his arm to take a severe freezing wound. However, the current he cast would bounce off of the wolf's saliva, rendering its entire mouth paralyzed, stopping the constant stream of freezing air. The punch would knock the wolf off of his chest, though. The kick he aimed at the larger wolf's corpse would knock it off of his leg, however, its fangs and teeth would tear apart a good bit of the right thigh armor seeing how the canine's teeth had clung on, even after death.*\n\n*The punch that Oshikuru aimed at the wolf would connect, however, and it would cease biting his left shoulder as it got knocked back. It whimpered in pain, pasuing slightly to pant loudly before again aiming another bite down towards the Oni's exposed shoulder. Perhaps leaving the Oni to fend for himself would prove to be a bad idea after all...*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I can't see anything. Too much snow! God I wish I could see right now\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*He stands on his two feet and chops at wolf's neck, the one with the hand in its maw using his right hand, then punch the shoulder wolf again*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron, now distinguishing between the three figures what was what, he'd run around Oshi and go for a flanking jab into the remaining wolf's torso.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*The chop that Oshikuru sent with his hand would slap the wolf senseless, breaking a couple of its nasal and snout bones. The wolf would reel back, not being able to feel anything in its face due to the combined efforts of the current paralysis and the chop that the Oni had sent its way. As Oshikuru punched the wolf that was gnawing at his shoulder, the punch would connect with the wolf's right leg, breaking a couple of its leg bones as well as sending it knocked back a few feet. It would snarl back at you, and would attempt to take another bite out of Oshikuru's shoulder as Theron's jab with his spear would sink into the wolf's torso. It pierced straight through, punching a gaping hole in the wolf's hide and flesh, before exiting through the other side of the beast. It would stop its leap mid air, falling back down onto the ground, Theron's spear locked in its side. Now that the three wolves were taken out, the remaining one would glare at the three of you as it attempted to snarl, failing to create an intimidating noise due to the lack of control in its snout area.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Ein was still unable to see much, except for now dead carcasses and blood stained snow. Seems like she wasn't able to fight much. \n\nShe needed some way to see her enemies... But how is she going to get that way? Hmmmm wonder wonder wonder*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Oshikuru would pick up his fallen weapon, and stab the back spike into the beast's head. He would begin to heal himself, he had foolishly suffered a decent amount of injury. The wolves were faster than expected*\n\n```3.75 mana spent, 5 regained, 24.25 remaining```"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron would step up to deal with the final wolf, watching Oshikuru go for the finish. Just in case, he'd jog around to the left of the wolf and thrust towards it... Just like he did before. All this snow was quite a pain in the arse to see, but after this it should be fine if they stayed close together to progress.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*As Ein would try and analyze the situation on the field, Oshikuru and Theron's conjoined attack would strike the wolf from various angles, not allowing it any wiggle room of any sorts. The weapons, one after the other, would pierce through the beast's hide and head in turn, sending bits of flesh and blood everywhere as you two pulled out of the beast's body. The last of the winter wolves, at least in this area, would fall to the floor, lifeless.*\n\n*As the blood of the wolves spilled onto the floor, you would find yourself again the subjects of a silent snowstorm. The snow had continued to fall throughout your entire conflict with the wolves, and the falling flakes would render your eyesight impractical as you couldn't see beyond 20 feet in the snow, except for Theron. With his enhanced vision, he could see up to 50 feet within the snow before his vision would ultimately not be able to make out even the roughest of details beyond that point.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Ein sighs in defeat. She isn't suited for fighting in environments as such. You see, only being able to see 20 feet Isn't good if you're fighting fast animals that are literally made to hunt shit. Well then. What more can she do? She wanted to skin the animals but... That should be left for later*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Oshikuru would begin healing his wounds. The wolves had done a decent bit. He would start with his arm, then continue to his leg and shoulders*"
}
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{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*As the three of you settled down momentarily to rest up and regain your energy, the bodies of the wolves would slowly be covered in frost, ultimately becoming frozen due to the lack of bodily heat keeping the carcasses warm. The hides would probably be salvageable, but the meat and muscle below the skin would be lost, seeing that they were too hard and frozen to butcher; if you wanted to harvest the meat, you'd need to drag the bodies into warmer temperature to begin processing. Oshikuru would heal his wounds to a good amount, taking care of his thigh and shoulder wounds, as well as the ice burn that the wolf had given you to your face. However, the wound on your forearm would not give in fully, but it would allow a good degree of movement before pain enveloped your arm fully again due to the frost burns you had taken on directly.*\n\n*As the time wore on, the snow would eventually let up a tiny bit. It would still continue to rain down upon the land, but it was seemingly less outrageous and oppressive as compared to before, and your vision would be able to improve so that you could each see beyond 30 feet, with Theron being able to reach 60. Once again the hill with the snowy plateau would be visible, though it looked a good amount larger and expansive than before. There would be no audible sign of the force that caused that ferocious roar from earlier, but it could still be there.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Shall we continue northward? The tracks are gone but I've done my best to remember the path the tracks traveled off to... The battle was rather hectic.\"\n\n*Theron munched on some dried fruit after finishing his statement. Oshikuru seemed rather beaten up, but he wasn't quite sure why they all attacked him. Was he far enough from the group to be considered alone and vulnerable? Strange.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Oshikuru would shake his frozen arm, and a yellow glow would emit from his right hand as he healed it. His weapon would be strapped to his back*\n```3.75 mana spent, 5 regained, 30/30 mana```"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"The wolves were bigger than expected. Perhaps I shall wear one of their skulls as a mask. Let's continue\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I suppose we can continue\"\n\n*She said, recollecting herself after... Just sitting there. She wasn't too keen on skinning the animals just yet. Too much of a stressful situation*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Going forward, you all would climb up what seemed to be North, using your intuition alone to guide yourselves up the lonely hill. It seemed to stretch on for hundreds of meters, some parts being incredibly steep. As you scaled the hill, the temperature of the surrounding area would also decrease as the atmosphere thinned, while also including a significant boost in the amount of snowfall as the hillsides thinned out into a plateau. You wouldn't be able to see too far into the plain, but you would be able to see a dark hole somewhere off in the distance. Theron, your thermal vision would catch a faint heat signature in the snow, lying beyond that dark hole. It would pulsate occasionally, possibly the sign of a living person within that enclosure.*\n\n*If you scanned the plain, you would see nothing of interest, albeit the occasional miners tool and workers axe. There would be a couple of loose logs sticking out from under the various piles upon piles of snow, along with what seemed to be the rusted hilts of multiple blades. It seemed that there was a sort of group that had been here before you all, but their bodies would not be found anywhere. The originator of that roar would be hidden from sight and sound as well, leaving no trace of its existence.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Ein was... Rather nervous. She wasn't exactly too cold yet, but expect that to change in the near future. She of course spotted the rusted metal and axes. Hmm maybe she could borrow those and smelt them down...*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Be careful. There's something under the snow, in that area. Could be a trap or a survivor... I'm not quite sure, as I can't see it clearly.\"\n\n*Theron made sure to warn his group, point his short-sword at the thing he saw underneath the snow... Possibly one of his allies could interact with it without getting into trouble.*"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"I can test it with my weapon. Though I'm not sure if I should do that in case it's a survivor. What do you guys think? My judgement isn't the best\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*He was aware of everything that he could see. Rusted swords, various tools and something that small man saw. Knowing yetis, it was probably a trap, but he wasn't sure*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Since this yeti has encamped here for quite some time... I believe we should treat it as a trap. A normal person's body wouldn't be this warm if they were stuck under all that snow for a extended amount of time. Take a stab at it or use some magic.\"\n\n*Theron nodded to himself, then waited for one of the other to act accordingly. His short-sword would put him way too close to whatever was lurking under there... And an arrow from his bow would probably just get stuck in the snow.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*He throws his glaive to the spot the area that small man pointed to*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Oshikuru, who had thrown the glaive, would watch as it sailed through the air, the aerodynamics of the weapon being shown in its entirety. It tore through the falling snow, landing inside the pile of snow that contained the heat signature Theron had witnessed earlier. Snow being snow, the cold steel of the spear would meet the cold whiteness of the hill, sinking deep into the pile, landing with a muffled 'thunk.' It had certainly hit something, though what was it? Was it a man or beast? You would not be able to tell, seeing that the three of you were still a good distance away from the dark hole that marred the hillside.*\n\n*Soon, however, Theron would be able to notice a small pool of blood growing ever larger. It would start out as a small dot, then growing to a size of a fist, and then morphing and spreading to the size of a puddle. The crimson of the fluid would eventually corrupt the harsh pure ness of the white snow, causing the pile it was in to become enveloped in a dark shade of red. As you looked closer, you would notice the absence of tracks and footprints that you had found earlier. Surely, even in this weather, the creatures that had dragged the source of the blood trail up the mountain would leave some kind of markings, especially considering the time it took for the three of you to climb the mountain. Bipedal figures, no matter what kind, could not scale such a mountain in a quick fashion, unless they were especially trained as such.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron shrugged to himself, since this most likely the yeti's doing. He heard these things were defensive, but it was just letting them walk all over the place... Quite uncharacteristic. It could become a large problem.*\n\n\"Whatever it's planning, it sure is quite the enigma. We should possibly proceed to the dark hole... Might be a mining shaft of some sorts that it took to become a den or hoard.\"\n\n*Theron then continued forth, short-sword drawn, to check out whatever the hell it was that Oshi just stabbed.*"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"Whoops. Watch out\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Whoops. Seemed like he hit something. He wasn't sure whether it was man or beast, but he didn't really care. He was a killer, after all. He would recall his weapon, now covered in blood*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She was still rather sceptical. This was the perfect weather for an ambush. Snowy, the visibility is crap. Perfect! She remained near the group so... Being singled out was rather hard. Wonder what'll happen next?*"
}
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{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Oshikuru and Theron, both walking towards the pile of snow that the glaive had sunk into, would first notice the amount of blood that dyed the snow a terrible shade of red that would've spread and trickled out of the pile into the snowy floor underfoot. As Oshikuru's weapon flew out of the pile back into his hand, the spear tip would be covered in bits of muscle, flesh, and tissue, all of which were gray and frostbitten. Walking towards the area where the glaive struck flesh, you would enter a small cave, the back wall being imminent as you would enter. There would be a pile of bones sitting in the far back of the enclosure, along with a full skeleton frozen within an ice block, preserved by the cold of the surrounding area.*\n\n*If you were to dig down through the pile of snow, the first thing you would notice would be a near frozen, grayish piece of skin, filling your nostrils with the terrible scent of frozen, malnourished, and overall dirty flesh. Shaving off the surrounding bits of snow, you would eventually notice the remains of some elven hair, along with a full sized, malnourished head to go along with it. The eyes in the face were closed, and the elf before you would seemingly be at peace. Scraping and excavating further would reveal that the elf was in camping attire, though there would be a gaping, huge spear wound in the chest where Oshikuru's glaive had pierced through the body.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Ein definitely didn't want to touch it. What if it was really a trap? Maybe they could have put a body there so it'd seem they made collateral. But then again, Ein is known to be a careful person. \n\nShe took a slight step back from the body, not really feeling safe around it. She tended to have a bad feeling about .. Well... Random spots of blood in the snow*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*An elf? Oshikuru no longer regretted his decision; in fact, he was glad that he did. Elves didn't deserve peace. He would chop off its head, then shake his weapon and sink it into the snow to get rid of the rotten flesh. Ew*"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"Glad it was an elf. They don't deserve life.\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"..Quite the extreme opinion, but if his face is at ease then he passed due to the cold. I've heard people get delirious when it is too cold and imagine things that are pleasant before they die. Let's press forward to find the yeti.\"\n\n*Theron clapped his hands together gently a few times, then continued northward... Or to the dark spot... ~~wherever the plot stuff happens~~*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*As you were all already inside the cave, you would start to feel a low rumbling coming from above the enclosure. It was soft, yet powerful. A couple of the loose pebbles from the ceiling would come loose as they fell to the ground, hitting it with a pattering sound as each individual rock broke against the floor. From the sound of the rumble, it would sound like it would be heading towards the entrance of the cave from above, though it would pause for a long time before the rumbling ceased.*"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"Should we get back outside? Or continue?\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*He really didn't want to get trapped in here. It's difficult to fight stone. He wanted to face the yeti, not waste time trying to find it*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Sounds like the cave is rather unstable. It would feel wise to somehow lure them out, yes?\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"True... It would be wise to lure it out, but I'm unsure of how to lure a yeti. I could place some caltrops along the floor, if one of you know a good way to get it to leave the cave.\"\n\n*Theron looked to the other two. He didn't have any spells or items for this situation... Apparently this time it could cost them a advantage.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*The three of you would talk among yourself, the muffled beating of the snow against the cave's stone entrance becoming ever so prominent as you inspected the body. The rumbling would start up once more, and judging from the sound of the origin points, would move across the top of the cave ceiling, before stopping momentarily to make a leap down from the top of the cave down onto the floor below. The quake of the landing would cause the cave's floor to rumble, and from your current position, you would be able to notice a substantial amount of snow sent flying outwards against the direction of the snowfall. Whatever was outside would then stop, almost as if thinking about something, before a harsh quiet would once again cover the area, broken only by the rattling of the pebbles on the ground, accompanied by the violent, raging winds of the winter blizzard outside.*\n\n*This quiet would soon be broken, however, as the rumbling evolved into a sort of rhythmic quaking. Whatever the cause was, it was turning the corner to the entrance of the cave, causing the earth below to slightly tremble with each step it took. Again it would stop, but you would be able to notice a faint icy-blue glow emitting from the right side of the entrance, quickly coming to an end. The originator of the sounds, the terrible quakes, would reveal itself in the doorway. It was a tall, primal figure, with white hair covering all the expanded of its body, albeit the face. The face, however, was a savage, primitive look that somehow contained a glint of intelligence within the animosity of the look. It stopped in the entrance of the cave, looking seemingly puzzled as it spotted the three of you. The features, however, would soon contort into an angry and maddened look as the beast opened its maw wide, slamming its fist against the floor as it roared in fury at the three of you. Looks like it was a Yeti.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*As the yeti starts to open its mouth, Oshikuru's weapon crackles with electricity. As it roars, he throws it into its open maw.*\n```10 mana spent, 5 regained, 25/30 remaining```"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"Take this, hairy monkey!\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Ein's sword was pointed forwards, prepared to lob off this ice monkey's head off. Off with his/her head!*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron would take two steps back and aim his short-sword to the Yeti. At least it's shown itself now, he thought to himself. He begun to survey the area around him however, while Oshikuru hopefully took it's attention... They usually don't fight alone.*\n\n\"Be careful, they're rather powerful from what I've heard. Other adventurers like to avoid them with how big of a problem they can be!\""
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Oshikuru's glaive throw, surprisingly, would catch the Yeti off guard, causing it to stop roaring mid way. The weapon would collide directly with the yeti's closed chin, sinking a bit into the flesh as the Yeti would attempt to make a sort of noise, sounding like a mix between a gurgling sound combined with years upon years of phlegm mixed within. It would no longer have access or control to its mouth, seeing that the current had paralyzed it completely.*\n\n*From behind the Yeti, you would be able to see the previous icy-blue glow climax into a bright shine, before turning the snow that it encompassed into a soldier. A magical snow demon, to be exact. Wielding a spear and a bow and arrow, it would rush down on over to the Yeti's side, bow in hand. By almost silent understanding, the snow demon would draw its bow, aiming an arrow towards Oshikuru's head. The Yeti itself would grumble, spitting out a great deal of saliva and spit, it's jaw hanging limp. It would then proceed to charge towards the group, swinging its right arm in a sweeping motion low to the ground, aiming to hit no one in particular; it was more used to space rather than to injure, but would still pack a tremendous amount of force behind it.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Using her superior speed, she moved away from the hand of doom and squished humans, moving in when the hand has moved away from her, attacking the calves or... Well whatever she can attack on it's legs. Maybe an Achilles tendon? Or just a calf. She wants to... Remove it's ability to move!\n\nYou may ask, what is she using? Well, she is using her claymore! Of course, what did you expect her to do? Not use a big sword on a big target?*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Seeing the yeti's jaw flop down almost made him laugh as it made a stupid noise. He would recall his glaive, the blade covered in blood. Although, the snow demon was aiming for him. He would jump back and bend down to dodge the arrow and the snow monkey's fist.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron would sheath his sword while beginning to run as far as he could around the yeti's left flank. Once doing so he'd quickly pull out his composite bow and aim a arrow at the snow demon... Firing in an attempt for the arrow to pierce through it's torso.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Ferret would dodge the hand using her prowess for speed, barely making it past the Yeti's giant, hairy arm. When she was clear out of the hand's sight, she would maneuver herself around the arm and to the back of her leg, but because beasts usually don't stand still when there are hostile individuals attacking, the Yeti would aim another arm sweep at Ein, pivoting its body so that it would face her vicinity. Because of this, her sword slash with her claymore would collide with the Yeti's arm, sinking deep into the primate's hide, though not quite deep enough to slash through to the arm bones of the ape. The Yeti's strike would hit her, sending her flying back to hit a wall, dropping her sword by her side as her body flew into the cold, hard stone.*\n\n*Oshikuru would recall the glaive that was stuck within the Yeti's jaw soon after, causing the beast to lurch forward a tiny bit. Using his splendid reaction time, he would be able to evade both the arrow shot and the arm sweep that the Yeti had sent his way, though soon after, the Snow Demon would send another shot towards Oshikuru, this time aimed for his chest as he recovered from his jump.*\n\n*Theron, rushing the Yeti, would run around its left flank, fading towards the Snow Demon. The Snow Demon, its cold eyes soon landing upon Theron, would take notice of the macen's sudden movement, but could not step aside fast enough to completely avoid the attack as the arrow whizzed towards the summoned soldier. The arrow would sink itself into the demon's right thigh, a thunking sound being heard as it entered the flesh. It would reel back, then glare at Theron as it sent another arrow towards the macen.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Ouchie. Being flung wasn't really fun honestly. She of course took an injury from colliding with the rock. What you may ask? Well, she wasn't wearing a helmet soooo... Head smack. Head cut. Confused look. Head bleed. That tends to hurt a lot. \n\nShe'd be winded, gasping for some air as she tried to stand up. Goes to show how bad she is at fighting things bigger than her!*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron would take two arrows from his quiver this time, bending his knees and beginning a full tilt sprint towards the Demon. While sprinting he would fire one of the arrows in his hand towards it... Then hitching the bow onto his back, he would use the other arrow as a make-shift knife to thrust into it's upper torso once close enough.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Seeing the demon pull the arrow back, Oshikuru wasn't worried. He's done this before. He jumps to the left, and throws his glaive at the snow demon's head*\n\n```5 mana regained, 30/30 remaining```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Seeing that Theron chose to rush straight towards the Snow demon, the arrow that the demon had sent previously would meet its target, which was Theron's upper right arm. The arrow would sink itself into the macen's flesh, making a high-pitched noise as it flew through the air. However, Theron would find that the arrow he had sent towards the demon would meet its mark at its lower abdomen, causing the Snow Demon to back off and retreat, clutching its stomach wound with its left hand. Theron would rush towards the Snow Demon, but would abruptly stop, mainly due to the fact that Oshikuru had sent his glaive soaring to where the Snow Demon's head was a few seconds earlier. It would miss its target by a couple of feet, and would clank harmlessly against the wall.*\n\n*The Yeti, taking notice of the glaive, would look towards a weaponless Oshikuru, deciding to take initiative to attack the one without a means of defending themself first to thin out the numbers. It would begin to launch a full sprint towards the Oni, using one of its arms to perform another lower sweep, and used the other to swing it horizontally above the lower sweep, aiming to hit Oshikuru against the stone walls of the cave.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Having taken the moment to fix herself. Also known as having a large intake of air and... Standing up, she'd go support OshiOshi with her magic! Yes, she learned her magic!\n\nShe snapped her fingers, producing her little stone seed. And with a massive throw, she chucked it at the creature's head. A large amount of smoke was created upon impact. Very dense vapour filled smoke!*\n\n```Used Fog Seed -7.5 Mana ( 92.5 Mana remaining)```"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*...Close one... Even though the arrow stung, having managed to pierce his aketon, it wasn't too large of a problem. He'll just leave the arrow in the wound for now, to keep it from bleeding at a faster rate.*\n\n*Having been almost hit by the bloody glaive was harsh, however, so he put his own arrow back into the quiver. Quickly unsheathing his short-sword and now proceeding to run at the yeti from behind... He would enchant his weapon with vibrant strike mid-run before slashing it through the knee of the creature.*\n\n``` Vibrant Strike (+2 str attack and +50% cutting power for three turns) | -5 mana and 15/20 mana remaining.```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Damn. Missed the demon. Oh well. As the yeti rushes him, Oshikuru recalls his glaive and jumps back at such an angle so that the blade would graze the yeti and the back spike would end up in its arm*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*The fog seed that Eìn has sent towards the Yeti would collide with its head, spouting out a dense amount of fog in that area. Confused with the sudden visage of the area vanishing to be replaced with the thickness of a spontaneous burst of fog, the Yeti chose to back up from the direction it had swung at the Oni, slightly disturbed at the fact that his prey had suddenly disappeared from his sight. It would back away so that Theron would be able to get a clean strike at the back of the creatures knee, causing a massive amount of blood to suddenly gush out of the slash wound. The sword, thanks to extra cutting power and strength, would rip and tear the Yeti's flesh all the way to the bone, sending bits of tendon and muscle flying through the air. The Yeti had no other choice but to get down on a knee, now having to crawl around like a true primate with three limbs.*\n\n*However, seeing that the Snow Demon was being left alone, it saw that the Yeti that had called upon it was being literally torn to shreds as the group hammered down their attacks on it. It would watch as the glaive that Oshikuru had recalled be sent flying back to meet the hands of its owner, seeing that the Yeti was now bent over, and that the space that the arm had just taken was replaced by its right shoulder. The glaive would graze the skin with its blade, the slice not going deep enough to cause any significant damage to the beast.*\n\n*The snow demon would then take its bow and arrow, aiming it at Theron, who had just finished his own attack at the Yeti. It was foolish to abandon an opponent mid fight, and the arrow that would sink into the back of Theron's chest would send a message to the Macen to never turn your back on an enemy. After the shot had been taken, the demon would put up its bow and arrow, ignoring the pain that erupted from the arrow wound that Theron had sent at it. It would take out its spear, charging straight towards Theron, a bid to try and diminish the amount of beat down the yeti was taking at the time*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*But Ein was not going to let that thing touch her very special person! With as much power as she can amass, she charged at the creature, targe and dagger in one hand and sword in the other. \n\nShe practically sprinted at the creature, keeping the shield in front of her to prevent the spear from being able to do much... But of course, there was also the part where she was charging from it's side*"
}
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{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Now was the time. The yeti was both blinded and crippled, meaning that it had to go on 3 limbs. That meant it lowered its head. Perfect*\n\n*Oshikuru sprints towards the large white ape, jumping high into the air while bringing his weapon above his head, and slams it down on the yeti.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron shrugged to himself as he could feel the arrows sink into his back. It was good his Aketon and Rivet kept it from going too deep, but the snow demon could go ahead and shit itself somewhere else... The summoner was more important, as it could just drag the battle on for longer than necessary.*\n\n*Taking into consideration though that the demon was charging at him, he decided to jump and climb up the now bent over Yeti. Using his thermal vision to assist in seeing through the dense fog, he'd thrust his sword down into the yeti's back from above. He'd hope it would hit something vital, but it wasn't a guarantee due to getting general ideas from the fog and thermal vision not meshing well together.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*The snow demon and Eìn would race towards each other, both of them displaying similar amount of ferocity as spear and shield collided against each other, causing a loud clang to echo off of the walls. The shield would endure the spear strike, and the force of the impact would cause the snow demon to be knocked back, unable to reach Theron. In fact, it couldn't find a reliable way around the Macen woman at all. Having no other options, it would draw it's bow once more, aiming towards Eìn's head, and fired. Soon after, it would break into a full on sprint towards Eìn, aiming to tackle her center of gravity directly.*\n\n*Oshikuru's breakneck sprint towards the Yeti would not be met unchallenged, seeing that the Yeti had not lost the ability to react to incoming threats. As Oshikuru jumped, it would growl as it used one of its arms to swat the Oni out of the air as he brought down his glaive on its flesh. Again, the wound would cut deep, but the Oni would be hit with great force to the wall, causing the stone to crack with the amount of force it had released.*\n\n*The yeti would also notice a small force cling onto its back, dragging its hide down as the figure scaled the yeti's back. It would attempt to stand up, but would fall down to the ground because of its unbalanced limb. Theron would keep his balance, however, plunging his sword into the center of the Yeti's back. It would dig deep into the flesh, going down so far in that it hit the Yeti's spinal cord, causing its back to convulse as it severed it into two halves. It would lose feeling of its legs, becoming paralyzed from the waist down.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Ack. Well. Guess the ape could still move it's arms. A yellow glow would emit from his left hand, healing his wounds as he tossed his weapon at the yeti's head*\n\n```3.75 mana spent, 5 regained, 30/30 mana remaining```"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Assuming that the bow wasn't... You know... Like... 2 meters from her face, she had enough time to feck off from the arrow. At this range, you have a better chance just straight up jumping away than you do lifting your shield up to stop it. \n\nAs for the tackle charge, it'd of course succeed, but Ein had her own strategy. Being already near the ground, the tackle wouldn't be so hard that it'd knock her out, instead, she held her sword and dagger out like... A series of spikes for it to land on! \n\nQuite a comfy bed! Hard metal cuirass... Pointy metal pokey stuff... And a very unhappy Ein*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron would jerk the blade around in it's back for some extra internal damage, before leaping off from it's back. It could try to swipe at him now that it knew he was there, so it was best to back off... Which was what he did. Jogging fifteen feet to the left of the yeti, he took out his bow and prepared for another shot against the snow demon.*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*Eìn would be able to stay out of the arrow's path, but in turn, it would accidentally hit the Yeti's lower calf as it made a mix between a gurgle, roar, and a growling sound. It would stop convulsing it's lower body, but it would make random brute swipes with its arms towards the direction of Oshikuru, as his glaive got stuck in it's right hand. It didn't hit the Yeti's head, seeing that the arm it had blocked the glaive from entering its head. It get stuck in its arm, blood gushing out of the wound, as the Yeti roared even louder in complete rage. However, it wouldn't have the muscle control to act out the various ways it wanted to kill you all, so it would lay on the floor, it's left arm and upper torso flailing about.*\n\n*However, Theron's jerking of his sword would soon cause even more pain to the Yeti, causing it to shake and flail around even more. It was basically defeated at this point, though it certainly didn't act like it.*\n\n*The snow demon would sprint towards Eìn, successfully knocking the Macen back. Though, as she planned, it would fall into her sword and dagger, the metal plunging into the demon's abdomen and lower stomach. It would push itself out before stumbling back, it's arms hanging low by its side. It would be susceptible completely to Theron's bow strike, taking the shot directly through the right side of his lung. Soon after, it fell to the floor, breathing heavily in and out as blood spilled out of the various wounds in its body.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*Ein recovered, taking a quick move away from the Yeti, walking towards the Snow Ice Demon thingy to finish it off! A simple hatchet to the head should do the trick right? Rigghhhht? Hatchets are quite deadly honestly. Have avery heavy heaaad.\n\nAnyways, she walked towards the creature to... Well do her business*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron took the time to take in the area, seeing that the snow demon and yeti had practically been taken care of at this point. Ein had taken some sort of injury to her head... Could be a problem, but that other fellow could do something about it. He himself would have to take the arrows out and do some field work, but it wasn't too bad.*\n\n*Deciding to not get too off-guard, He'd ready a arrow and take another look around the cave. Maybe the Yeti had a snow demon that stayed out of the fight for whatever reason? His thermal vision could possibly help in finding anything, if it was there.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Oshikuru would recall his weapon once again. The big ape was too slow to do any real damage unless they charged in. So, he throws it at the yeti's head again, but not before the weapon crackles with electricity*\n```10 mana spent, 20 mana remaining```"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "*As Eìn walked to the snow demon, she would face no resistance as it stayed on the floor, breathing in and out with an uncontrollable fast pace as it's breaths became increasingly unstable and panicked. As Eìn, the reaper, walked up to him with her hatchet, he would glare at her with a wide eyed expression of loathing as she brought her hatchet down on its head, cleaving the skull and brain open into two. It would bleed out, then turn back into the snow it was fashioned out of, its weapons disappearing entirely as well.*\n\n*As Theron looked, he would find that there would be no other snow demons within the area. After all, wouldnt it have made more sense if it had attacked earlier to support its master instead of having it stay behind and lurk in the shadows? Scanning the cave walls, searching the area with his eyes, he would find nothing besides the Yeti and his party that were giving off any sort of heat signature.*\n\n*Now flailing about, Oshikuru's glaive would strike true for the first time in forever, hitting the Yeti straight between the eyes. It would suddenly stop as the electricity coursed through its entire head, frying its brain, before it would finally fall down to the floor, dead*"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"Haha! That wasn't too bad. Wonder how all those others died. Weaklings...\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well, that's a wrap... This was a massive trap wasn't it. Not enjoyable. Not enjoyable at all\"\n\n*She said, relocating all her weapons and... Placing them all in their sheaths and handles. Ein the Reaper had a nice ring to it. Kinda like it. She will now be known Ein the Snow Reaper!*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*He would walk up to the yeti and yank out his weapon from its skull, blood squelching out. The small girl said it wasn't enjoyable? How was it not? They got to fight and kill a giant snow ape!*"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"What do you mean? That was relatively fun!\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Relatively for you. I honestly expect to be able to settle down after this. A life of fighting really isn't for me. I think I'm better off just living on a farm and working it like a proper woman\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron sighed to himself, hitching his bow onto his back. Quite the day they've had... Surprised the Oshi fellow was pleased even though he got nearly torn apart by the wolves.*\n\n\"What matters is the yeti is dead, and presumably the danger in the area is gone. I'll report back to the man who informed us about it... So I'll take some chunks out of the yeti as proof.\""
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"Suit yourself. I'm taking the skull.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*With that, he proceeds to hack at the ape's neck*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron walked over as the man was decapitating the corpse, similarly cutting pieces of the hide off it's back with his short-sword.*\n\n.\n\"Do you both feel like the walk back to the settlement won't impede you? You've taken quite some damage during the encounter.\"\n\n*Said Theron, as he casually continued to dismember the creature with two arrows sticking out from his arm and back.*"
},
{
"author": "Oshikuru",
"message": "\"I'm fine. I healed myself up. You need healing?\" *He turns to the small woman*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I've had worse when it came to getting hit in the head. It should heal in a week or so. Nothing too major\"\n\n*Nothing too major she said, as the blood was dripping down half her face onto her cuirass and gambeson. Yeah she has a problem with... Underestimating the injuries she sustained*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"... Do use that healing on Ein as well, if possible.\"\n\n*Theron started peeling off the hide he had loosened. He'll need to get a bit more if he wanted to get something fancy off this. Apparently these thing's skins work great as gambesons. Would be useful to have such an improved armor piece with him.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Oshikuru would hold his hand near the woman's face. A yellow glow emitted from it, healing the wound. He struck the neck one last time and the head came off.*"
}
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{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron would finally get his hands on all the hide he'd need for the gambeson... Maybe a bit extra, but he had to be safe just in case. He would then begin to drag/carry it back to the settlement. Presumably once he was done informing the village leader, he'd go to request the armor to be made... Although he did wait for Ein to come along, before doing all this.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "*She followed after like she always did. The always loyal Ein following... Wait she isn't a puppy. Nevermind. She just followed after Theron. She wonders what he's going to use the pelt for...*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Oshikuru's weapon is now a katana. Walking down the mountain, he starts to slice off the flesh off of the head. He's giddy, thinking about wearing the large skull as a helmet*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*After getting some specifics done with proving the Yeti's death and explaining how to defend themselves a bit better, Theron found the closest armorer and chatted about the hide. It'd take some time and he'd have to pay for the finished product, but it can be definitely made into a top notch gambeson.*\n\n*Theron was pleased with the information, and take some time to consider the options of staying here a few days to get the armor built..*\n\n\"Ein, do you think it would be a good idea? I'd like to get the improved armor for either of us, but the piece would take more time than we should spend here... Possibly we could come back for it, since we'll be on the move for some time, but I don't know if back-tracking would be good.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Honestly, I think I'm going to lay down my arms and find... A very hidden place to settle down you know? But maybe we can go to some rural village's armourer. We can get a better chance there...\" \n\n*She said, obviously looking tired of... Well, fighting so much. Maybe she is better off being a farm girl or... A house girl.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"True. We could find a rural village out in the far reaches of the country, and I doubt the organization after us would put a lot of man-power into finding us... All in due time, I suppose. We'll find it when we can.\"\n\n*Theron nodded to himself, taking the sizeable wrap of hide and putting it under his arm. It was time to head out, he supposed. He'd motion for Ein to come with him and start moving.*\n\n\"Well, would you like to stay a night here or set up camp somewhere farther out?\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Oshikuru left somewhere else to clean the skull*"
},
{
"author": "eriidyne",
"message": "**QUEST COMPLETE** (?) \n-1.2 PP Rewarded"
}
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{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "Actually lets just use this"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "```A Short Amount of Time Later```"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*It has been about a week or a little more since leaving Kal. Theron was a bit displeased with the whole matter of his father... But at least they weren't hindered too badly. The recent quest gave them some more experience, as well as some general respect of the people in the area. With that respect, Ein and him were able to find a place to stay about a day away from the yeti's lair.*\n\n*The small community are still cold to them, but that was to be expected he guessed. They were outsiders for the time being, and it would take time to get their trust. For now, he would just have to focus on getting a residence set up and living here for a long time. For how long was a mystery, but it wasn't all that bad.*\n\n\"So, how are you taking to this area? The blizzard makes it colder than it's supposed to be, but the people here are generous enough to not bother us while we set up. How long we can stay they haven't deliberated on, but the chief said we are welcome for the time being.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"It's not exactly that cold, but I suppose it could be better. At least fires feel more comfortable! I kinda like it. Might deter people from coming here, especially in the winter!\" \n\n*She said, sitting on... Something that she could sit on. It's been a while since she could take a break. She felt like she wanted to settle down. She was getting tired of being attacked so often. That and attacking... Maybe she should be less aggressive!*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Mhm. For now we should be able to avoid any of the men and women chasing us... So it depends on how long we will stay, and are allowed to stay.\"\n\n*Theron lightly sighed to himself, sitting on the stool. For now they had been given a empty house that was rather empty. A family had recently moved out for whatever reason, so whatever they had left behind was for them for the moment.*\n\n\"We should get a fire going in the fireplace, then work on what else we could do. We have a lot of time to pass... So it's just delegating who does what.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Who starts the fire? I don't know... But I definitely could do it if you didn't want to of course.\"\n\n*She said, fiddling with the pendant on her sword... Fiddle fiddle! Very pretty. A copper and zinc damascus pendant*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron rolled his eyes, then got up to start the fire... Unpacking the little bow and spindle he had taken with him.*\n\n\"You like to fiddle around with your necklace, I've noticed. Any particular reasoning? I have something from my family that I like to keep safe as well but you seem to have it openly shown. Is it another strange tradition of yours?\"\n\n*He was slowly gathering some kindling from beside the fireplace, taking time to fish up drier pieces so he could get the fire started faster."
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Nope! Just a prayer thing. Gotta pray for good luck when I can. Who knows? All that pent up good luck could lead to something!\" \n\n*She said, fishing out some... Crunchy and stale hard tack! Cronch cronch cronch*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Good luck is always something to have, I guess. Can't plan for everything... And is that wound from the yeti hunt fine? It's been about a day but that other adventurer didn't seem the most trust-worthy.\"\n\n*Theron would then begin to gently blow on the embers his bow and spindle created... Sprinkling more kindle on it to help the flame spread across the fireplace*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well, it's not that bad compared to other head injuries I sustained. Plus, it's just a rock to the head. Nothing too dangerous.\"\n\n*She said, fiddling with the pendant and... Well, watching Theron start the fire. She didn't want to say it, but she really felt tired. She didn't know why she felt extremely tired. Maybe it's because she now knows she is actively... Well, running away from things* \n\n\"Do you think I have a chance to settle down somewhere permanently? Maybe even a mountain.\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "*Theron fiddled with the fire some more till it begun to slowly grew onto the logs... Then returned to sitting next to Ein. He was glancing to the floor, thinking it over for about ten seconds till answering.*\n\n\"I would like to say yes... But at this time, it's a mystery if we could settle down permanently. It all depends on if you're willing to take the risk of standing your ground. I believe we've gone as far as we should, but there's no telling how petty a criminal organization could be, in response to the information you gave out.\"\n\n*Theron gently rubbed her hand, in a small attempt at trying to calm her worries. Ein has been worrying about this situation, but he doesn't know how long. Initially she showed a lot of guilt with getting him and syele dragged into it... But that could be just buried and eating at her right now.*\n\n\"For now, let's focus on settling down here for a few days. As I said, we've gotten very far from the capital. I doubt they'd expect us to be out here in the mountains, or even know our general area. So how about we not worry about that, and worry about setting up a proper spot on the floor to sleep?\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well, yeah I suppose. I'll take the corner near the fire. But maybe it'd be better to just sit in a mountain honestly. How are you invading a mountain? Not possible... Already difficult enough to traverse\" \n\n*Yes it was eating away at her. She didn't like having to drag people into her affiars. It's very icky and stuff. But, of course, she'd have to endure what she started. Mountains are hard to move in, but very friendly!*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"It would be more defendable, but harder to live in. We should stay here near the bottom, in this community. They aren't very welcoming, I know, but we can grow to know them over time... Or until we can find a proper place higher up that has the resources we need.\"\n\n*He leaned against her, head on shoulder, as he spoke. It's not like they should just sit in a cave all day and forego life. It's understandable that they didn't have some luxury others had, with being headhunted by criminals, but they would just have to build means to defend themselves... Not continually worry about the situation and ruin what time they have left.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I suppose I can agree with that, but of course, somehow we'd need to be forgotten. Doubt they'd forget who and what I looked like. Quite difficult to do that honestly...\"\n\n*She said, looking away for a bit. She felt pretty damn guilty about everything. She even started to doubt if she was a good person! She is honestly not the best if it were me.*"
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"It's not as if they had painted you... And although you're beautiful to me, there are many women who have similar features. In a year we'll be completely debt free, but it would still be best to avoid the capital itself.\"\n\n*Theron looked up at her lovely violet eyes, with his head on her shoulder. It was a shame that she was worrying too much about this. Of course he fears weren't unfounded... There was no telling what kind of magics or ways the people hunting them had to find them. It was even possible they had followed them this entire time...*\n\n*But he still couldn't find a reason to really hate her for it. She needed help, so he promised he would help her. She was kind and generous to him, and gave him some support that many more people around him didn't want to give. A lot of people he'd met were purely business, obviously doing their best to take advantage of this services... But she decided to be more genuine.*\n\n\"In any case... Where's this little angel's Ein? The far off look in your eyes doesn't suit you. I'd like to spend all the time I have left with the girl who's sworn an oath for me.\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Hmmm I mean that's only fair. It's been well half way through a month... But I'll play along. What is it that you want to do, Déaron?\"\n\n*She asked, turning her head back to her... Well, most important person in the world person. She genuinely wanted to know what he wanted to do with her. Maybe stepping it up could be a possibility?* \n\n\"I'm fine with just about everything\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"Well... How about we settle here together? Call this our home for some time. It's abandoned and no one has gone about to claim or take down the foundation yet. That permanent home you've always wanted... And that I could stay with you in.\"\n\n*He'd gently wrap his hand around Ein's, blushing to himself. His heart beat had begun to rise while thinking over all the things she wanted to do. They could get started on it all here... At least, they had the chance to get it all started here.*\n\n\"It will take a lot of work... But since you admitted your intentions with me so blatantly that day, and I had felt the same way throughout all this time...\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"Well that's definitely a start. But I myself will want to at least pay our dues to the chief... I don't want us to be seen as squatting. Even if it's just a monthly rent\"\n\n*She said, with a tinge of guilt and the such* \n\n\"But yeah... I think I can live with... Well, livung here until I'm ended by the gods\""
},
{
"author": "murio876",
"message": "\"It's good to know you feel the same. I'll have to ask about those things when I see him tomorrow... For now, I just want to stay close to both you and the fire. Is it fine if we sleep together tonight? It would help ease some of my own worries.\"\n\n*Theron snuggled against her, as he was pleased with all that was happening. He couldn't truly tell that she still felt guilty... Mostly because he couldn't understand why she would be feeling like that. He did have suspicions of it, however, and Theron thought to himself that it would have to be solved sooner or later.*\n\n\"Would you do that for me, since you care so much about my safety? I won't get lost if I'm holding onto you tight during the night~...\""
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{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "*It was the peak of night, the wolves howling and the various fauna making noises as they make attempts to avoid the new comers. The ground was lit up by a single torch, Ale was sat on his hourse, the rest of his equipment was sat in the bags and boxes they carried. He really didn't need to fight today. If anything, he'll just try to escape or he'll just use some Lightning. \n\nIt was likely that Kaisa was riding beside him or well... Doing what she did a month ago and excitedly run around him! He honestly preferred to travel at night. It was refreshing to see Kaisa in her unarmoured style... Of course, he felt safer if she had armour on. Ah yes, going to meet his family. He wasn't excited, but he really felt that she needed to meet them... At least, he'll be able to say hello after all these years*\n\n\"Just a warning, my uncle... Doesn't see me in too much of a good light. He probably will judge you a lot... More because you are a vampire. He hates them a lot...\" \n\n*He said holding one hand on the cord and one hand on a torch! The torch was a good torch too! He used the wolf fat for fuel as... That's the only fat he has*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "*Kaisa's on the horse, unarmored. She's positioned herself in front of Ale, probably so she can feel his arms as he holds the reins. She felt more relaxed this way. She would be meeting Ale's family. Wonder what they were like.*\n\n\"It's alright. I didn't see myself in a good light for about 10 years. I've dealt with people like this before.\"\n\n*Hopefully this would end well. She didn't want any conflict to break out. The torch's light would reflect the light from her eyes, though unfortunately Ale couldn't see it. He could, however, feel Kaisa lean back towards him.*"
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "He did indeed hold her as she sat on the horse. He knew that... She lacked much ability to stay on... Unless, she got better! He wouldn't know unless she told him. They were quite the bunch, the house permanently smelled of condensed alcohol and fried pig skin. And according to his stories, his aunt was much more accepting of him than his uncle. \n\nIn the distance, they'd see a heavily mountainous region. It was still a ways away, the pair being in the heavily forested region before the mountain. But this was good... The two had some personal time before they have to handle the family... They'll demand them to wear something presentable... They were, of course, some of the more... Wealthy in the clan. But none of that wealth will go to Ale when they are dead... All goes to the alcohol fund of the uncle. \n\nHe really didn't know... If Kaisa would wear something presentable. He didn't know if she even knew how... She requires at least a dress... But... He doesn't know where to acquire one. He honestly doesn't even know if the town is all the same... He would sniffle at this though. \n\nCompared to a while ago, having travelled for at least a few weeks, he seemed so much better! Having eaten more, he slept like a baby. His skin was smooth and lacked the stubble he had, and of course... He smelled like sweet berries again!*\n\n\"Don't be too harsh on yourself. But... My aunt and uncle will be expecting us in... Presentable clothing. I don't know if Miss Auberling is still there... If she is, we could get you something\" \n\n*He said, really wanting to make a good first impression for Kaisa. She must look as good as possible so he doesn't... Fight his uncle. His uncle was excessively judgemental and... Hostile, throwing out anyone he deems unworthy. Ale was sure to... Knock him off his feet! But... He was also prepared to find them kicked out*\n\n\"Why does it always have to be the old alcoholic men... Why can't they just accept change and stop judging us with such old ideas\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"Mountains soon. It'll get cold.\"\n\n*She's starting to become slightly nervous now. What if she doesn't make a good impression on the family? To calm herself, she starts to rub Ale's left leg.*\n\n\"Presentable... Clothing? What does that-oh. Am I going to have to wear a dress?\"\n\n*Oh, shit. Kaisa's never worn a dress before. She's only worn what was practical for her work, since dresses vastly restricted her movement. She's starting to worry a bit more now.*\n\n\"Old alcoholic men... Oh dear. They're so inflexible.\""
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "\"Well, we could always take out the plaid and wrap it around us, though, I'll be wearing that later on. But it shouldn't get TOO cold... It is of course, not snowing. I don't think it is\" \n\nHe said, not bothering to reach into the bag as both hands were occupied. He didn't want to set fire to his companion! He needed his horse for... Comfort and speedy travel. But they have been travelling for a while! Almost the whole day. \n\nAs they turned this path, they cleared the forest, having a lot of space to quickly gallop over to the opening of the Mountain. They had just one thing to get through! The darkness... His new abilities haven't set in yet... He was unable to see, but he continued the steady pace so they don't die by accident\n\n\"A dress... I don't know about that, but that sure is presentable! A tunic could also work too. But whatever makes you comfortable and happy... But also conforms to what he desires. They are less flexible than my bone, and bones are not supposed to flex!\"\n\nHe exclaimed, startling Ama, who retorted with a simple \"Neigh.\" But it seems that they will have a home for a day... Or a night... It isn't known how long their uncle can handle them. But at least... He can show her what an ancient ritual spot looks like for them! He has so much to show! They also have an inn and some shops... They can taste the new things"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"Alright. Hopefully it doesn't snow. That would slow us down by a lot.\"\n\n*The torch, thankfully, granted enough light for them to see. Neither of them had night vision. 'Goddamn it Kaisa. You're a vampire. You're supposed to have night vision.'*\n\n\"Hopefully you're uncle's not too prickly then. I've never worn a skirt, let alone a dress.\"\n\n*Well, at least she knew that Ale would always conform to her, and vice versa. She wonders what's going to be there. Ale's family supposedly has a lot of interesting stuff.*"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "```A day or two later.```"
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "It has snowed like Kaisa has feared, but it didn't deter their travels. Ale was dressed in the garments she first saw him in... The Black tunic, which look too special and exquisite to be owned by such a person. How did he maintain it so well? It of course has a slight dark spot near the right wrist spot, it having been in contact with blood from... The last quest. The plaid, which was still absolutely gorgeous. He says it's because it was blessed with touching such a beautiful person... Who he hints as being Kaisa. The purple hasn't faded one bit... Neither has the rich red... Yellow... Or black! The hat he wore was his original black cylindrical hat that came an inch above his head when seated at his ears. It had a red trim and a fluffed out tartan band around it. Pretty! The knitted hose looked so warm... It coming just below his knees, being held up by two flashes, which were just plain purple! He looked prepared to meet even the Emperor! But he was meeting no emperor, rather he was meeting an old bible thumper who loves no one but his wine.\n\nThe village itself looked quite ordinary. There was a decent dirt road, little wooden and stone buildings around the place. There was one thing that sets this village apart from every other one. The Language. Ale has most likely mentioned about how different this language was compared to all the other Mentian ones.\n\nThe signs were engraved with strange words in... What seems to be a modified English alphabet. Táedhlid Daídh? What was that? Pointing it out to Ale would probably prompt him to give her an answer. Of course, there was some sprinkling of English in this town, like The Smith, or the Artisan of Jewelry, etc. They'll probably be able to get their things here too!\n\n\"Ah it seems as if it hasn't changed that much! Even Miss Auberling is still here!\"\n\nHe said, pointing off to a far off woman... How did Ale even see her, let alone make out who she was? She seemed to just be getting some water from the nearby well...\n\nNow the question was... Get the dress first or explore. That would be entirely up to Kaisa. He didn't really have a schedule, though, it was the dead of night!"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "*Compared to Ale, Kaisa's not dressed very well. Clad in simple clothing, black shirt and pants, both long sleeve. It's quite new, as she's had to replace it frequently. A simple black belt holds her knife in it's sheath. Black boots too. Nothing fancy.*\n\n*She recalls that the language is different than normal. After all, look at the names! Fortunately there's a few signs that she can read.*\n\n\"Who's Miss Auberling?\""
}
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{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "He had led them to a stable, dismounting and reaching his hand out to her. His sword was hooked onto his sword belt and... Dagger on the other side. He flattened his hair and put his hat on yet again.\n\nHe looked very formal today! He needed a new tunic... Maybe he might design his own! He needs one that isn't blood stained... And doesn't remind him of his uncle\n\n\"Ah, Miss Auberling is the tailor in this town. Mr Auberling is the Jewler, so maybe we could have our rings there! I read a new sign that there is a smith and enchantist so... We can probably do everything here!\" \n\nIn reality, this town was tiny and self sustaining... It had plenty of resources here! But it did look simple. A massive throw back to a simpler time... They still lived on half farming and half hunting and gathering! Great town... Safe town"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "*Kaisa took his hand as Ale dismounted. She's a bit embarrassed with how she looks, compared to Ale.*\n\n\"Perfect! Everything we need here!\"\n\n*She looks in awe at the small town. It's compact, but friendly. As of now.*"
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "\"Well what is our first order of business today? Your choice, do you want to buy some things today... Or meet my fosties now? Also, I like your get up, quite a powerful look\"\n\nHe said, looking her up and down with the torch. He still can't see very well... Though, he suspects that would change one day... One day... Or maybe the next day! Who knows? \n\nEverything was tied down on the horse so nothing will fly away... He was pretty ready to go around to do some walks. Even this late at night, there are still people toiling around... Some carrying smelly buckets of manure... And some others going on an evening stroll! Ale doesn't even look out of place here, some of the men that pass by were wearing similar garments to Ale!\n\n\"We're definitely getting you some souvenirs from here. Doubt we'll be travelling through here much...\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"We probably should get me some new clothes before I meet your aunt and uncle. Don't think this is very formal, though practical. Ms Auberling, right?\"\n\n*She grabs his left hand with her right. Probably because she likes it. A smile is plastered on her face*"
},
{
"author": "pineywoods7124",
"message": "*(I should transform Ale into a girl)*"
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "\"Well, we could always start with that. But play along with everything I do. Don't worry, it's completely normal for a couple to do this here\"\n\nHe said, grabbing her by the shoulder and legs, lifting her up in a princess hold, walking out of the stable, yelling out at Ms Auberling in his native language. Well, at least the standard of the language. They have a lot of dialects\n\n\"Aíbelíngh! Liodh's o'kairdh agus liodh's meídhi'lidh o'kairdh! Síbh naím'dh o'Caésadh! Liodh mór aodh gaérment o'Caésadh. Liodh's bíl!\"\n\n\nHe yelled out to the woman, who replied to Ale, from the same distance. He replied with a nod nod. The people walking the streets would look at Ale like... Well, they were proud! Everyone probably knew who Ale was. This was, of course, a tiny town! Everyone knew each other. A lot of these people grew up with Ale. \n\nKaisa honestly probably understood some of the words, though, she probably didn't understand some of the more complex grammar messes of this language. After a short gesture conversation, he walked towards the woman, Kaisa held in a princess hold.\n\nHe lied... This wasn't normal. He just wanted to do this. He liked doing this... Maybe because it made her just that bit embarrassed or... It's just a good feeling"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"Wooaahh!\"\n\n*She was not expecting Ale to carry her there. A surprise, but a very welcome one. She wrapped an arm around his neck to help prop herself up, enjoying how close they were.*\n\n*She couldn't quite understand the language that they spoke, but she did hear what seemed to be Ms Auberling's name, and hers, as well as a word that sounded like garments. Putting two and two together, she knew it was for the dress. She looked at the people around them, and they looked... Proud? Of what? That Ale had finally secured a girl? Of the girl herself? She's embarrassed now, a good kind, her face flushing with a happy smile on it.*\n\n*Being set down on the floor, her boots thunked on the wooden floor. Had to be careful not to touch it. There wasn't much to see, but Kaisa honestly didn't know what the machine in the room was. It looked complicated. She looked at the clothes the woman wore-oh no. She's going to have to wear that??!! That was far too big to be nimble in.*\n\n\"Ah... Black and purple, please.\"\n\n*Kaisa slowed down her language so the woman would understand. However, the worried eyes of Ms Auberling put her mood down slightly. She hears the word bhampir, which vaguely reminds her of what she was. Was the fact that she was a vampire going to affect these people?*"
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "The two conversed for a moment, Ale shaking his head at a few things as the woman flipped pages in the book. Ale nodded and they conversed a bit more, Ale pointing at some spots and other spots. \n\nWhat were they doing? Well, he came back with a sheet, showing it to Kaisa. It was a black dress with red trim. It went all the way down to her ankles. There were also sleeves, which went down to her wrist. \n\nA simple dress, but extremely attractive! It really exaggerated her physical looks and the such. Was it because it was traditional... Or just Ale's mildly perverted mind\n\n\"So... It'll be done by tomorrow... Don't worry, we made sure that we didn't expose too much skin. It isn't good for you to show too much skin right? Do you want to change anything when we are still here?\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "*She was slightly confused to watch the two converse. When they finally showed her the dress, her face is in shock. The dress is beautiful, meeting pretty much all her needs, in fact. Covers her up mostly, and it's not too big, and actually allows her to move well. The other thing is that it shows off her body a LOT, and she's not sure if that's good or not. Right now, for Ale, it's the best it could be. Her face is red as she clasps her hands over her mouth.*\n\n \"It's... Perfect! Much better than I expected!\""
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "He turned to the woman with a thumbs up. She looked extremely relieved to see that she liked the dress... It was going to cost Ale a good bit. The 2 gold he gave her would probably never reach his hands again! \n\nAnyways, he handed the paper back to the woman, placing his arm around her shoulder before whispering. His voice was so much better. Sounded less like a chronic smoker and more like... Ale! Ale who was still young... And Ale who shouldn't have bad habits yet! \n\n\"Where to next hon? Is hon a good name. Maybe Honey? I don't know. I'm trying my best\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"Just call me Kai. I personally don't like hon. Probably should go get our rings now?\"\n\n*She's ecstatic now, her face lit up like a bright day. Probably not the best analogy. She grasps his hand yet again. Off they go!*"
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "\"I see. So Kai it is. Well Kai, let's go meet who the new smith is! We'll have plenty of time... And if they are closed, I'm sure there is an inn somewhere nearby!\"\n\nHe said, following where she went. He assumed she knew where the smith would be. Generally has an outdoor forge... At least now they do. No need for a repeat of what happened before!\n\nNow up to you if you want to RP something like this... Or skip to the next night so they can go meet the fosties! His uncle was poopy, but hid aunt was nice."
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "**Time skip it is**"
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "``` The next Evening. It is not snowing```"
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "Well, the scene was simple. It was a cold evening, the ground still covered in snow from the snowfall this morning. It was quite pretty. The snow was soft, reflecting the exquisite light from the moon. The moon seemed to say hello this evening... Have it be to the night workers or just to the couple. The place seemed less crowded than this morning and last night! Was it because something happened? Ale and Kaisa may never know! But one thing was certain... They were just about to go through one of the biggest hurdles in their relationship... Ale's Fosties.\n\nThey were stood in front of a small house with a pen in the back. They had some chicken and a singular pig. They all looked pretty good and well fed. The ground inside had some chicken feed and pig feed strewn around. The building itself seemed quite well made. It was a stone house with some wood for the aesthetic. Overall, it was Kaisa friendly. \n\nThe inside was lit up by a fire, the light seeping through ever so slightly from the shutters. Can't be absolutely perfect can it? He looked at Kaisa for a moment, mouthing to her if she was ready. He looked ready. He made sure to trim his hair... Shave up... Wash up real good .... Etc.\n\nHis clothes were wrinkle free, mostly because he wet it and hung it over a fire to dry... He also polished his sword belt the best he could, though, it wasn't a mirror finish..."
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "Phew. Ale's aunt and uncle. She's heard that the aunt is accepting, but the uncle's a prick. She's nervous, hoping that when she does meet them, she makes herself look good. Dear god, if they didn't approve...'Shut up Kaisa. It'll be fine.', she told herself, but a small seed of doubt still remained in her mind.\n\nThe house seemed friendly, with the little light and stone blocks. Only a small amount of wood. Much safer than some other places. Though wood may not be a problem in the future.\n\nKaisa's wearing her dress, and it feels good to wear. It hugged her torso and abdomen snugly, and allowed freedom for her legs to move, as well as her arms. Only problem was that it wasn't made for cold weather, so she's huddled close to Ale, holding his hand. It's brand new, so it's definitely not wrinkled. Her gear's in a bag, probably held by either Ale or the horse. She nods to Ale, taking a deep breath to prepare herself."
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "He knocked on the door with... A hint of hesitation. Boom... Boom. There was silence, an old man yelling at someone. Sounds like \"Get the door.\" Anyways... A few moments passed, Ale just... Standing there... Waiting...\n\nThe door opened, an old woman appeared, her hair obviously graying and the years getting to them. She looked at Ale... Squinted... And stared what was she thinking? She didn't seem to notice Kaisa yet... But she sparked! She didn't literally spark, but she did spark, immediately hugging Ale. \n\nShe was mumbling things through tears as she hugged him. It was a long time since they have last met. She wore something similar to Kaisa, though, more for work! Browned from all the farm work she had to do. \n\nHe let go of the woman, motioning to Kaisa, saying in a tone that she has probably heard from him many times. Ale's respectful mode!\n\n\"Aunt, this is my fiancée. We're here to visit and ask for uncle and you to give us your approval\"\n\nThe woman just stood there... Seeming to process what he just said. She jumped in glee, reaching her hand out to Kaisa, grabbing her's, looking her up and down.\n\n``\"Such beautiful skin... Such a beautiful person! Oh we are so blessed that someone like you was to meet my boy! Come in! You must be freezing in such a beautiful dress\"``\n\nShe said, practically dragging Kaisa in. Ale chuckled to himself as he followed them in after a small big. The building wasn't big. It was taken up mostly by barrels of alcohol, a table, a fireplace, and some other mish mashes. The uncle was sitting on a chair, at the head of the table, taking a massive swig from his bottle. \n\nHe looked at Kaisa and Ale with scorn. Who did he bring home this time? First it was the Smith's daughter and now... It was this person. Auntie went over to tell Uncle the news, who just raised an eyebrow to the two. Other than that, they were just ignored.\n\n``\"I'll prepare a dinner! Ooh just so excited! Get to know Uncle Áleh! It's been years. He is curious about what you have gotten up to\"``"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "Waiting for the door to open felt like hours to Kaisa. Hearing the old man inside yell didn't help either.\n\nAs the old woman hugs Ale, it reminds her of what her life might have been like, had her parents lived. She's wearing a slightly more practical version of her clothing.\n\nAs the woman took her hand and drowned her in compliments, Kaisa's flattered. She hadn't expected such a good response. This ended with the uncle though. His scornful look sent a shiver down her nerves. She's not sure how he'll react. She curtsied, or whatever formal women do as a greeting. How would I know?\n\n\"I'm Kaisa. Kaisa Vayne. Nice to meet you!\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "The man stared at her. His face staying as stoic and ridgid it can be. It was of course, somewhat wrinkly. But he did answer. And his answer wasn't really a good one. He completely ignored Kaisa, pointing at Ale with the mug. \n\nHe didn't look happy... Maybe because Ale was back... Or maybe because there was a disruption to his daily routine of alcohol... But either way, he wasn't impressed with him.\n\n\"Boy, why are you back? I told you I didn't want to see you again\"\n\nHe grumbled at Ale, who stayed neutral and ignored the man. This only caused the man to get even more mad and angry, almost literally throwing the mug at Ale, who reacted by just silently side stepping. It seems... That maybe this wasn't the best time. \n\nHe turned to Kaisa, pointing at her this time. He looked unhappy. He didn't like Ale for some odd reason... And he definitely didn't like Kaisa! \n\n\"And who are you? Who even invited you in? Bah, either way. You two aren't welcome. Get out, or I'll forcefully remove you two\""
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "\"Kaisa, I don't think... We are welcomed here.\"\n\nHe said, sighing. He just wanted to say hi. It seems, that they'll have to just... Leave. Or will they? The uncle really doesn't like them... And it probably isn't safe here. Kaisa would bring a lot of attention to her by... Not being able to eat! That and... The table was wood... So was the utensils... \n\nSuper anti Kaisa. But Ale was quite right. They were definitely not welcomed. He just stared at the old man with a new found disgust and scorn."
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"I see... I had hoped that they would accept us. At least your aunt is nice.\"\n\nOh well. Could be worse. They should probably leave now, lest the uncle start to get more violent. Not that they couldn't handle him, but that she didn't want to hurt him. Though she sort of did. She tugged at Ale's sleeve.\n\n\"Should we go?\""
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "\"Yeah. Sadly, it seems that he won't accept us. I thought the years would have changed him, but he is still the same. We can stay at the inn or just camp out in the Ritual zone. It is said that it's lucky there!\"\n\nHe said, giving the Uncle a stare of pure steel knives as he opened the door, leading her out. It seems, that they won't be able to get their approval! It is, of course, a male dominated clan. Not surprised that even if the woman gave permission, the man could easily override it. \n\nGood thing Ale wasn't like this. Instead, he just follows what Kaisa says because... He hates the inequality of his home. At least they got all they needed! \n\n\"Your choice Kai\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"Hm. I think we should go check out the ritual zone. Seems interesting!\"\n\n*She's a little down, but not too much. She was hoping for approval from the two, but it's apparent that the uncle is a big nope. Not that that mattered. She's marrying him nonetheless.*"
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "Off they go! To the ritual zone. As they walked towards the zone, there was a location that they had to pass through. It was marked by a strange cord, which had small leather, cloth, or even metal talismans hanging from them. They all were inscriped with a symbol of sorts. None of them looked the same, or even remotely similar.\n\nAle gave a small nod to those things for some strange reason. It seemed that he'd been here before! But as they neared the forest, it was bright as day how... Well, this place hasn't been even touched! Of course people have trecked through here, but no axe has seen it's way into this land. Pristine habitat for animals... A perfect place for Ale and Kaisa to sleep in. \n\nOf course, they'd probably be sleeping above land under Ale's plaid, but it was still great. The forest ground was teeming with life and creatures, while the occasional crack could trigger a flurry if animals scampering away or a flock to fly away! \n\nIn the distance, they'd be able to see a break in the trees, a stone standing on top of a cliff edge... It looked holy. The stone was probably older than Ale and his entire bloodline! \n\n\"Ah yes... The shrine. This is where I wanted us to do our ritual, but it seems we may have to find another location\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "Kaisa would follow suit, also bowing to the talismans. She wasn't sure what they were for, but might as well follow her fiancé's traditions. It seems like this place would never be touched by people, and nature would simply flourish here. Beautiful.\n\nSeeing the large rock on the cliff's edge made Kaisa gaze in awe. It was majestic, projecting an almost holy aura\n\n\"The forest is considered a holy place. I agree. I spent practically my whole childhood here. Not in this specific forest, of course, but in the nearby woods. It feels bad that we can't do it here.\""
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "\"I'm sure we can find another place! Plus, we don't exactly live here. I feel like it would be better to have our home build next to a cliff so we can have easy access to our own ritual site. That would be nice right?\"\n\nHe asked, sitting down on a rock... This was probably where they shall sleep. He won't light a fire... It would ruin this place. Instead, he'll rely on each other's warmth to keep warm! Plus, who doesn't want to get up and snuggly with Ale?!"
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{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"That would be.\" *Yawn* \"I'm tired now. Think we can sleep. Oh wait... Should I sleep in this?\"\n\nOops. Kaisa's still in her dress. She doesn't want to potentially ruin it by sleeping with it on, and changing clothes for her is still embarrassing. Though she could always rely on Ale for warmth."
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "\"Honestly, I don't really care at this point. You wore stuff under right? If you didn't I think we can just fold it up so you don't rip it in your sleep if that's what you're so scared about. But, it should be completely fine. These were made to last in the field as work clothes y'know. Thick wool!\" \n\nHe said, prodding at her shoulder... He layed down... He was very tired honestly... But he won't doze off until she did... Until she did. Totally"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"I don't think I did... It's why I was cold. In hindsight, I probably should of. I'll fold it up anyway, just to be safe. I'll be warm with you anyway.\"\n\nDiscreetly as she can, Kaisa carefully takes off the dress, folds it and places to the side. Her bare form carefully walks towards the sleeping area, shivering slightly from the cold. Assuming he's already set it up, she tucks herself in close to him."
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{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*It's morning. Kaisa and Ale are covered by a large plaid, cuddled and sleeping on a large rock. The canopy of the trees shields them from the early sunlight. The couple wake up, Ale first, as always. As he woke up, he would see Kaisa's face, peaceful and happy, sleeping.*"
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "Ah yes, the morning! Ale has awoken himself, starting up his morning routine. A classic shave with his dagger, a wash with some... Water somewhere... A prayer to his gods, kneeling in front of the ritual stone that many of his ancestors kneeled in front of. Wonder what he was praying about? \n\nHe took off his coat, draping it over his left shoulder, it behing held on like a cape. His kilt was tightened up, the excess being draped over his right shoulder. And of course, on goes his weapons. A pretty sword and a dagger! He was set to go back to the town! He checked for his ring, smiling at it as he admired it's workmanship. Very well made it was. \n\nNow, he goes on to wake up his wife. Beautiful woman she was, much like his aunt said. But before he did wake her up, he felt the need to dress her up. Since her dress was literally a massive roll of cloth, he picked her up, placing her on top and... Wrapping it around her so she can move around well enough. The excess was clipped on and she was ready to be awokened. He woke her up with a soft shoulder nudge, whispering in her ear to summon her from the realm of dreams\n\n\"Wakey wakey, my Kai. The sun is out and we should depart\"\n\nHe said, making sure that he shielded her from what little sun peeped through from the canopy of trees. Of course, there wasn't much light on the bottom side of the forest. The ancient trees, which stood there for centuries, blocked most, if not all of it."
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "Isabelle, a young woman trying to escape from the hands of society and cruelty. She had just ran away from the merchant who captured her, hoping for a salvation or miracle. The poor one ran through the woods, a book on her right hand, she just wanted freedom and peace. Tripping sometimes and jumping over roots and rocks, Isabelle continued to run while bad thoughts ran her mind and her past haunted her again.\n\n\"Please, someone help me!\"\n\nShe begged in her mind, her last hope was to find someone."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Some distance behind the fleeing girl, something follows. At first glance, one might mistake the large figure for a mounted woman, armed and armoured, yet a closer look reveals the truth; A Centaur. Tall, powerfully built with light blonde hair and tail, with a deep, almost golden brown coat, her face is certainly humanoid, but with sharp, almost elf like features. A pair of long, pointed ears twitch lazily this way and that, catching the sounds of the forest, and further away, the clumsy foot steps of the fae as she stumbles through the undergrowth. It was hardly even necessary to concentrate on her quarry, the distinct markings in the soil and trampled leaves alone gave away her direction. \n\nThe Centaur sighs wearily, tossing her mane of hair back with a flick of her head. They never thought to plan ahead once they got away. She never understood why, what they thought would happen. Tilting her face slightly upwards, she sniffs at the air, tracing the scent. Panic, fear, desperation. It didn't matter. Where did she think she was going to go out here? Ridiculous. \n\n Loosely resting a long steel glaive over one shoulder, the beastkin saunters onwards, easily following the trail. The merchant had promised a fine bonus if she brought back his fae servant unharmed. A set of iron shackles bounces from a belt at her 'waist' within easy reach. She was confident the girl would come quietly, but if she had to restrain her, she would do so.\n\nNot bothering with even a pretence of stealth, the Centauress pushes aside smaller saplings with her weight and mass, and tramples shrubbery under her hooves, clopping loudly in the otherwise quiet woods. Were this some other prey, she would be exercising a lot more caution, yet the wilderness stretched for miles. Surely there would be no one else out here..*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "Waking up to somehow be already dressed came as a surprise. Opening her eyes showed her her handsome fiancé, blond haired and bright blue eyed, shielding her from the sun. She smiled, her pink lips curving upward.\n\n\"I won't be long. Let me just wake up fully.\"\n\nShe brought him in for a quick morning kiss, then stood up, still sheltered from the sun. Her ring, with beautiful bronze and nickel etched into it. Her peaceful morning was quickly broken with a scream for help, though.\n\n\"Who is that? Sounds like someone needs help.\"\n\nAnd with that, her armor began to appear. Her ring became her weapon, as she slung a shield on her left arm."
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "He allowed her her morning kiss, suddenly standing up after she mentioned someone needing help. Rather, he stood up immediately after hearing the aggressive footsteps and... Well, the cries for help. \n\nThey didn't sound like a local. Damn a foreigner! He got his new ring sword out, it leaving a light trail of fire as he flourished it. It shined in the sunlight, the beautiful white brass grip, copper and zinc damascus hand guard, and of course the classic steel blade. It was razor sharp too! \n\nHe looked at Kaisa, frowning for a moment. Will she be able to fight in that? She should be able to right? He tied it so that it'd only reach down slightly past her knees... \n\n\"I hear footsteps. Sounds heavy. A beast? And it sounds like someone from somewhere that isn't here. We should go help yeah?\""
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "Isabelle continued to run, for a moment looking backwards, afraid of being chased. She was trying her best, was it not good enough? After some time running, she started to get tired, but continued to run at her maximum speed, praying to it be enough and her freedom to come. Thoughts and remembers continued to ran through her mind, each one making her weaker.\n\n\"Please, someone help me! Is anyone there?! Please!!\"\n\nShe yelled, her voice could echo through the woods. A voice with fear, hope and sadness. She was trying her best, why would she give up now? Why? She needed to continue. For her. For her family. For her Kingdom. She ran, jumping over a root and running forward."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*The girls desperate pleas for help echo through the trees, startling a couple of small birds from the perches. Not far now. She could run all she liked, but she wouldn't outrun a centaur. Kaliepos rolls her eyes, and picks up her pace to a steady trot, moving into a slight clearing alongside the trail. Once, long ago, she might have felt bad for this girl, felt some sympathy for her plight. But the world was cold, and unforgiving, and those at the top stood upon the necks of those below. It was just the way things were. If you lacked the strength to keep your own freedom, then you could never truly be free. The fae would either learn that, or she wouldn't, but it did not matter. \n\nIf she weren't being paid, she probably wouldn't have even bothered chasing after the girl, but the merchant was very eager to have her back. Understandable really, she was likely worth a great deal. Perhaps I should demand a higher bonus after this, she thinks to herself. Ducking under a lower branch, she inhales and calls out loudly in the direction of the runaway.*\n\n\"Girl! Make this easy on yourself! You can either walk back, or I smack you over the head and carry you back! I assure you, that's the faster method for me, but the choice is yours! You will not survive more than a day or two our here! Stop now, and perhaps your master will be merciful!\"\n\n*That seemed unlikely. The merchant had a nasty squint in his eye, and a cruel leer to his mouth. It was probable that the Fae would receive a beating for this. It was worth a shot though, if only to stop this silly chase. It wasn't even fun, hunting something so easily. No challenge... Wait..\n\nShe skids to a halt, head tilted, concentrating. Did she hear.. Smell something else?..She could have sworn... Hmm. Better hurry. There may be others out here after all, as unlikely as that seemed. Breaking into a canter, she thunders onwards, bearing down on the girl, not far now, not far at all. Trees and branches whip by, the morning sunlight flashing rapidly through gaps in the foliage, and her hooves rumble ominously against the ground.*"
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "There was a loud yell, giving Kaisa the \"Stay here so you don't get hurt\" Look and runs runs off into the forest, his sword in hand. Someone was in quite... Let's say, a bit of a predicament. He was dressed in his traditional clothing, something the centaur must have seen on her travels here. Something that appears to be a very fancy looking skirt, a tunic of sorts, and of course... The hat! The hat is very important.\n\nHe was quite speedy honestly. He thundered towards the location of the sound, his right hand crackling in lightning, while his left carried the special sword. Someone was in for a world of beat. At least he thinks. He doesn't want to fight anyone. He just wants to get them out of this forest so they don't destroy a holy and ancient site.\n\n\"Cease your hoaxing you damn halfwits!\"\n\nHe yelled, following up with another yell. He wasn't happy for sure. Yeah no, for sure, he was pissed of. This was a special place for him! He definitely wasn't going to let it pass...\n\n\"Leave this area for it's a holy spot!\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "Hearing the thundering hooves beat against the ground, Kaisa suddenly becomes aware. Hearing the cry for help, she quickly pinpoints where it came from. She can't stay back, despite Ale wanting her too. She runs in the direction of the noise, quickly catching up to Ale. She's faster than he is. Please no fighting here. This is Ale's sacred spot.\n\n\"Where are you?\""
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "Isabelle had a small smile and had a little of hope again after hearing the two other voices. *Finally someone appeared. I have a chance!* She thought, continuing to run through the woods. \n\n\"Over here! Please, help me!\n\nShe yelled the louder she could, and tried to follow the voice coming from the woman and the man. Isabelle couldn't look back to see if the centaur was approaching, she just wanted her freedom, and she was going to fight for it. She thought of using her abilities, but it could be dangerous for her and it would take time to cast. Isabelle then, ran at her maximum, a bit slower than before as she was being tired. *\"Please, help me...\"* She thought."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Voices! So there are other people out here. This could be bothersome. From the sounds of it, the girl has slowed down, and approached the newcomers. They couldn't possibly be friends, could they? No. It was mere chance. The male voice sounds displeased, and as Kalie enters a small clearing between them, she immediately spots their weaponry. Her hooves dig into the soil as she skids to a stop, sending up a small spray of debris, then she rears back on her hind legs for a moment, crashing down with a dull thud. It wasn't an aggressive display of any sort, it just.. Wasn't exactly easy to stop when you were her size.\n\nCautiously, she stands there for a moment, eyeing up the man and the woman. Macens by the looks of them, and possibly local given their attire. Her eyes flick to the fae and back again, and she tosses her head, letting out an equine snort. Her expression is utterly neutral, and she keeps her glaive lazily propped on her shoulder, her other arm resting casually against her belt. There was no telling what theses strangers were capable of, nor what their intentions might be. It was best to try talking, first.*\n\n\"Good day to you.\"\n\n*She begins, her tone flat and without inflection, almost monotone in fact.*\n\n\"I apologise for the disturbance. I shall retrieve the runaway and be on my way, yes?\"\n\n*The Centaur nods her head in the direction of the desperate girl, as though discussing nothing more unusual than the rounding up of a lost sheep.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "Kaisa's been in this position before, and she hated what she did that day. This time, though, she has the power to make a choice. She knows what she's making.\n\n\"Stand behind me. You'll be okay. The runaway of what? Of a slave owner? Someone that refuses to acknowledge that everyone is a *Person*??!!\"\n\nShe's mad. Not only was their morning disturbed, Ale's sacred spot being occupied by others, and having to wear armor with a dress on, which wasn't the most comfortable, but someone had sent a mercenary to capture what seemed to be a slave. No longer.\n\n\"You're not taking her. Go to your employer and tell him that she had help.\"\n\nShe's serious. And with that, her helmet closes over her face, hiding it behind a mask of steel."
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "*~~( Kai'sa hot moment in the cinematic )~~*"
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "\"I stand with her. If you want to fight us, have it be. This person is safe with us. But if you step in front of us with the intention to take the girl, you won't be coming out alive\"\n\nHe growled, having a sort of edge to every word. It's as if a master smith sharpened every on of those words to shave. Sharp and strong. Nothing won't convince him otherwise. Plus, the centaur is out numbered! Two potentially damgerous people... And one slave. \n\nThat and... They were in a sacred spot. It would be VERY not smart to fight here. Who knows, maybe the town folk would jump the centaur! \n\nHis hand was still crackling in blue lightning. Not really doing much, but it was still a thing. This tends to happen when he is on edge or about to attack something.\n\n\"So now go along. Tell the boss that they had help.\""
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "Isabelle got behind the two, was she finally free? She panted and put her hand on both her shoulders, trying to recover her breath and a bit of her energy. *\"They're helping me...\"* She thought, looking up at the two from behind, and then at the centaur. Her hope had increased after this, she had found help and if everything go fine, she will be finally free. She remained quiet, a bit afraid of what could happen, but still comforted by Kaisa's words."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*A long sigh escapes her lips. Macen could be so.. Unreasonable. And these two were no different it seemed. The butt of her glaive thuds against the soft earth, and she holds it upright, the long blade next to her face. Fingers rap a short, metallic rhythm against the steel while she regards the pair with half closed eyes, calm and relaxed. Her tail swishes slowly from side to side while she watches them, and despite her casual demeanour, she is taking in every detail she can. Armed, armoured, magical weapons and spells. A pointless risk, to attempt an assault. She hasn't survived for this long by taking foolish risks, and she wasn't about to start now. Still, she needed the girl.*\n\n\"What you are doing is illegal, you know. She is bought and paid for. Will you compensate her master?\"\n\n*She turns her attention to the fae cowering behind the dangerous looking couple, and raises a blonde eyebrow.*\n\n\"As for you, just how far do you think you will get, hmm? Will these two humans feed you, clothe you? I doubt it. And besides, your master will not take this lying down. He will send others. You know full well he has manpower, and resources. Do you really wish to cause bloodshed, simply for a moment or two of false freedom? And what then? You will be homeless, cold and hungry. At least you have a warm bed every night.\"\n\n*A hand extends in a beckoning gesture, her chin up-nodding.*\n\n\"Come now, don't be a fool, girl.\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"There's a difference between what is legal and what is right. I will not. People are not property. They have lives, souls.\"\n\nAnd to add an extra hint that she's not backing down, her armblade extends. It's changed color, bronze and silver in a beautiful Damascus pattern inlaid in steel, blazing with flame. She really hopes there's no bloodshed. That would mess with Ale greatly.\n\n\"We'll take care of her. Better than any 'master' will. I'm willing to put others before myself. Better to die on your feet than live on your knees.\""
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "Isabelle stood right behind Kai'sa, her lilac eyes staring directly into the Centaur's. *\"Is she right? Should I go with her? Can I be free?\"* She thought and slowly closed her eyes to take a breath. \n\nHope and happiness grew more and more while Isabelle listened to Kaisa's words. She had a chance and she didn't want to waste it. Isabelle was ready to help who needed, and if a fight happens, she will be ready to help the two kind macens in front of her. *\"I won't give up.\"* This thought echoed in her mind. \n\nIsabelle observed Kai'sa with her armor and weapons, indeed, she never saw something like that. Although, Isabelle tried to trust these two."
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Kalie groans, and closes her eyes. How annoying. And why were these people so willing to help a stranger? She couldn't understand it. Never in her life had she met anyone willing to risk their lives for another. Kaisas' last words resonated with her however. Better to die on your feet.*\n\n\"True. Well.. Don't say you weren't warned. I hope it's worth it, girl.\"\n\n*One last look at each of them, and then she snorts, turning about and setting off the way she came without a backward glance. Truth be told, she had no idea whether the merchant would send others, but it seemed likely, at some point. Slaves were hardly cheap, especially ones with talents like the girls.\nSoon enough, the noise of the centaurs movements fades into the general background noise of the forest, and she's gone.*"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"Are you Ok? What's your name?\"\n\nMaking sure the centaur leaves, Kaisa them turns to the small girl. Hopefully she's not too hurt, as neither of them have healing magic. She's done her job properly now, being a protector. Hopefully she can take care of her.\n\n\"Maybe we should get her some food?\""
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "\"Yeah. We should get back to the town and get the horse. We shouldn't lurk here too long. Uncle doesn't like us so we should head west. Maybe we can reach another village yeah?\"\n\nHe asked, the sword shifting back into the ring. Ah yes... A beautiful ring. Looks a lot like a marriage ring, but let's not jump to any conclusions yeah? Maybe this person can be their protected one yeah? \n\n\"We can talk about it on the way. I have an irking suspicion that the horse woman summoned some mercs on us\""
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "\"I'm okay... My name is I-Isabelle.\" \n\nIsabelle said with a quite quiet and afraid voice, her lilac eyes looking up at the two. She needed a moment to realize she was finally free. But... Could she trust them? Nothing says they won't drag her to another slave merchant. She was cautious and would keep an eye on the two. Even though, she tried to think positive in relation of them. *\"They... Saved me?\"* She remained quiet, waiting for them to decide while thoughts ran through her mind.\n\nIsabelle looked at the two rings, and then at both Kai'sa and Aleksander. She quickly realized the situation and smiled a little for seeing others' happiness and achievements. Now, she was finally free, and her journey was just starting."
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{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"Let's do that. We should get out of here as soon as possible. Can you hand me the plaid? Wearing a dress *And* Armor is uncomfortable.\"\n\nHer armor disappears, revealing a very pretty face. There are purple markings on it, 6 in total, two on her forehead and two on each cheek. She's wearing a knee length dress, black with red trimmings, which she quickly brings down to her ankles, and brings the plaid over her head. \n\n\"Alright Isabelle. We're going to get you somewhere safe, then get you some food.\""
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "Ale was... Wearing the plaid. That and just letting his... Y'know thing... Kinda chill wasn't exactly in his interest. He just looked at her with the look of \"Really? Y'know I ain't wearing anything under this\n\n\"Kai. You know very well this is the only thing I am wearing as leg wear.\"\n\nBut of course, she found her way, most likely unclipping the excess cloth and draping it her head. There was plenty of cloth for the three of them honestly.\n\nAle on the other hand had 2 markings. They were white rhombuses on each cheek. Seems like he copied her. They didn't really have a function other than to exist and make him look cool. Kinda like cat whiskers\n\n\"Yeah lets go do that. There should be an inn nearby, or we could just go to the next village over. There should be a Mentian village nearby\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"Oh. That wouldn't be good now would it. Let me... There.\"\n\nShe turns to Isabelle. Her face is kind, smiling, sort of like sunshine. I need to stop using that analogy. She extends her hand in an open welcome.\n\n\"Don't worry. You'll be safe with us. I promise, we won't let anything happen to you.\""
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "Isabelle's eyes would shine by Kaisa's words, was she finally **Free**? She knew she couldn't trust anyone like this, but she didn't have another option. So, she decided to trust and follow the two. She smiled and looked up at them, one of her hands holding a book.\n\n\"T-Thank you...\""
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "\"We should go yeah? We can stop at the inn real quick to get some food and leave once we get the horse. I can walk, you two sit on the horse\"\n\nHe said, already starting to make his way back to the village. He made haste... Not because he had to, but because he wanted to. Being careful is something he always has to do. But lets hope that they don't accidentally die... Dying isn't good. Especially for Ale. When Ale dies, Ale dies..."
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"Let's go, Isabelle. If your tired, we can carry you. We don't want the book to get dirty.\"\n\nAnd with that, she starts to walk with Ale, assuming Isabelle is also walking. She grips Ale's hand, and if Ale's ring is on his left hand, their fingers would intertwine, with rings next to each other. Awww."
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "Isabelle shook her head for a no as response to Kai'sa, she was able to walk though she was tired. She held the book close to her chest with both hands. She began to walk right behind the two, her lilac eyes glancing at their hands and the rings. Indeed, it was cute. She smiled a bit, but then continued to walk while her eyes glanced around, as she watched the nature around."
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "And like that... They were off to the village? Honestly she doesn't know. Ale was somewhat skeptical and well... Worried about their safety. You see, merchants tend to be dangerous! They control the market too! If that goes down, the world will go down. Ale understood this well. \n\nHe didn't let that phase him at all as he walked out from the forest, past the half shrine... And well, down the path towards the village. Maybe they should leave a pendant on the shring for good luck.\n\nAh yes... A good walk is a good walk indeed!He loves walking. It is a good feeling to be up on your feet. But he prefers riding the horse for long distances. Those tend to be nice, yes?"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"Alright. Let's find a nearby inn. You know the place, Ale, anywhere in particular that we should go to?\"\n\nShe looked back to make Isabelle was behind her, then looked forward, wary. She didn't want the slave merchant to capture Isabelle again, or injure one of them."
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "\"Well, if we really can't travel, which I don't see the reason why we can't, we can stay at the tavern. Leave the talking to me as they aren't too friendly to foreigners. If someone wants to talk to you, just tell them \"Scérbhen. Liodh's án o-bheín,\" Okay? That should tell them to leave you alone.\"\n\nHe said, the group most likely ending up near the village. Ah yes, the same way they came. The stable was nearby, Ame kinda chilling alone... Poor horsy! She needs friends. But anyways, the inn was nearby. Shouldn't be too far"
}
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{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"Alright. Let's get you some food, Isabelle. You must be hungry.\"\n\nHopping off the horse, Kaisa makes sure that Isabelle gets down safely, holding her if she needs to. They would then walk into the inn. Comfy!\n\n\"So Isabelle, do you want a room for yourself? Or do you want to stay with us?\""
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "Isabelle nodded at Kai'sa, if she was going to stay with them she had to trust the two. Indeed, Isabelle was hungry, her hands going to her stomach. She got off the horse as Kai'sa, she didn't need much of help. Isabelle had a shy smile on her lips as she answered the woman.\n\n\"Uh... Can i stay with you two?\""
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "He nodded to the two, trusting that they would follow him in after they were done with their dialogue. He was simply just going to buy the meal... Though, in the inn... There wasn't really much to eat. There was porridge... And fire cooked meat. Good enough. \n\nHe ordered a bowl of porridge, which was flavoured with... Well, pig fat and pork chunks. Not the best meal, but it was filling. He also ordered two skewers of beef, which were juicy and a nice medium rare. Honestly, what can you explain with something like this? It was very plain. \n\nHe was sat down in the corner of the room. He should be easy to spot. His gold hair did stick out like a sore thumb. Very easy to spot him"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"Absolutely. Come, let's get you something.\"\n\nSeeing Ale, Kaisa would lead the young girl over to the table. 2 sets of food lay there, but the second set wasn't for her, but for Isabelle. Kaisa can't eat. The food was tantalizing, but Kaisa easily resisted. She didn't want to feel bad afterward. \n\n\"That's for you. Eat up!\""
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "\"Thank you...\"\n\nIsabelle had a shy smile once more, her eyes looking at the food filled with happiness. Long time Isabelle didn't eat something like that. She started to eat the food, and apparently, she was very hungry! Her yes glanced up at Kai'sa, one of her eyebrows arching as she asked the woman.\n\n\"You won't eat?\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"No, I won't. It's ok, I'm used to it.\"\n\nLooking at Isabelle ravenously consume her meal made Kaisa feel happy. Caring for people feels good. Making other people happy feels good. Especially for Kaisa. Sitting between the two, presumably, Kaisa would simply lay back and watch her husband and the young elf eat."
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "Ale didn't buy food for himself. He wasn't hungry. What he DID do was lean back into his chair, looking at Kaisa, mouthing something. He seemed rather nervous, but that should be expected. He WAS probably going to get hunted down by strange people. \n\n``\"What do we do?\"`` \n\nHe asked, straightening his top. Quite wrinkly. He was going to need to straighten it out again."
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "Kaisa breaths out, a telltale sign that she's nervous too. For all they could know, they could send a band of mercenaries with the centaur again. Rapping her fingers on the table, she thinks, and after a while, mouths back.\n\n```\"We lay low for a bit. They'll probably won't expect us to be so close to where we found them. Even so, I think we're fast enough so that we can run if necessary. We only fight if we need to.\"```"
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "Isabelle continued to eat her food and after some time, she had finished the meal. Her lilac eyes glanced up, looking at the two with a happy face. She nodded at the two with a polite and joyful smile.\n\n\"Thank you so much for helping me...\""
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{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "Kaisa's expression quickly changes as she turns to face the young girl. Seeing a smile on Isabelle's face, it caused Kaisa to smile as well. She likes taking care of stuff.\n\n\"You're welcome! I tend to protect others anyway. It's something I've been doing for a while.\""
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "He nodded to himself, thinking, then his mind popped! He had an idea! He always wanted to travel outside of the country. Maybe they could explore... Silnaria! Or maybe Beastkin territory! He always wanted find cool new rivers he could drink from. He is a strange boy. \n\nHe simply mouthed to Kaisa, who would or would not notice it. Excitement was with him! \n\n``\"What if we go outside of Salvainia? We could find some open forest with absolutely nothing and occupy that!\"``"
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "Isabelle nodded once again, the smile staying on her lips. She then grabbed her book to read a bit, some of her hairs locks falling to the book and over her shoulders. Isabelle loved reading her book! It helped her so much when she needed to learn her abilities so she could help her previous master. She seemed to be distracted with it and with a confusing look sometimes."
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"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "Isabelle looked up at the two once more, a yawn coming out from her lips. She was tired, mainly because she ran a lot today. She almost got caught... But it was worth it. She found Kaisa and Ale, who saved her and finally gave her freedom from the hands of Slave merchants. She thought for a moment about everything that happened that day and smiled happily. She looked up and agreed with Kaisa.\n\n\"Mhm...\""
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "\"I'll stay out here for a bit. Want to get myself a drink. You two can go sleep\"\n\nHe said, going up to the counter for... Well, a good pint of alcohol. He wasn't good at drinking alcohol, so he had to take it slow... He doesn't turn bad when drunk fyi. In fact, he turns very friendly when drunk. Almost very huggable too!"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"You sure? Alright, we'll be in room 8. See you there, don't stay too long.\"\n\nKaisa would get up and give him another quick kiss. Beckoning Isabelle to follow her, she would walk to the nearest inn. Room 8. She's slightly worried, wondering why Ale's going for a drink."
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{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"It's fine, really. Oh...\"\n\nUh oh. The room may have seemed nice, but turns out that there was only one bed. Looks like it was made for one person. Thankfully, there was a couch as well, with a couple of ottomans as well. \n\n\"You can sleep on the bed. Ale and I'll sleep on the couch\"\n\nKaisa's starting to feel slightly worried. With the possibility of being hunted, and why Ale had wanted a drink. Possibly his own way of coping with stress. Maybe she'll go for one too, she thinks. Even if she's a vampire.\n\n\"Hey, is it ok if you stay here for a while, alone? I'm going to go for a drink as well.\""
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "Isabelle looked up at Kaisa with her almost shining eyes with happiness. She nodded her head in agreement to Kaisa, even if Isabelle didn't mind in sleeping on the couch. She arched an eyebrow while looking around the room, and then walked up to the bed and sat down on it, putting her book next to her. Isabelle smiled as Kaisa asked her about being alone. \n\n\"I don't mind. I will read a bit while you guys drink.\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"Alright. Before I leave...\"\n\nKaisa handed Isabelle her shield, strapping it to her arm. It's cool to the touch, encasing her forearm.\n\n\"You use this in case anything happens. Just in case.\"\n\n```At the restaurant```\n\nAfter looking around for a bit, Kaisa finally spotted the bright mass of gold in the crowd, pushing through a sea of people to reach him. Once she finally reached Ale, she would order a drink herself.\n\n\"So, what's happening? Nervous?\""
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "That bright mass of gold she saw was hunched over the table, passed out. Half a pint of alcohol. He definitely can't handle anything stronger than water. It's a sad truth, but someone from his background not being able to drink is like saying a Canadian doesn't chug 4 litres of maple syrup per day. \n\nHe seems to be left alone by the patrons, all of them enjoying their own drinks, not noticing the flat out drunk Aleksander hunched over at the table, silently snoring."
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"Oh...\"\n\nWell, seems like she won't be having her drink. Guess she has to try and wake him up. Shaking Ale's shoulders, she tries to shake him awake.\n\n\"Ale, wake up! You've been here all night! It's almost morning!\""
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "Shaking the boy would not help. He was way too drunk to function like a functional human being and may need to lay off the alcohol for an extended period of time, like 5-6 months due to the possible alcohol poisoning he has sustained. From this, he will need to be placed in intensive care as alcohol poisoning is a serious issue, which could lead to death. \n\nIn fact, Ale might die right now, but he doesn't, because I didn't give PTK to Death and they can't fucking touch Ale. But he may need love and support for the days to come due to the Half Pint of 5% alcohol."
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{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "Isabelle was sitting on the bed with her book opened on her lap. She glanced up to the two and seemed to be peaceful and happy. When Kaisa fell on top of Ale, Isabelle tilted her head with a few blinks like a confused puppy and arched an eyebrow. *\"Did she die? No. I think not.\"* She got up for a moment, looking at the two sleeping on the couch. *\"Probably it's better if I let them sleep...\"* She thought, she gently covered them with a blanket and a smile appeared on her lips.\n\nSoon after, she laid on the bed, still holding the shield on her arm, and closed her eyes. A few seconds later, she would be sleeping and dreaming about how she could really start her life."
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "```The following morning```"
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "Waking up would normally be peaceful, especially since she was with Ale. Normally, Ale would be the one waking her up. This time, though, she rose to a skull-splitting headache and swirling nausea, her senses distorted as the hangover came. It reminds her of one time in her childhood.\n\n\"Ohhh... **FUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!**\""
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "Meanwhile, Ale was already awake under her... Also feeling something similar to a hangover! He didn't have the headache, but he felt extremely sluggish. Like... Extremely extremely sluggish! \n\nWhen she randomly yelled, he was already holding her by the waist so she doesn't randomly fall of the chair. He was pretty scared of the random yell\n\n\"Woah woah woah what happened? Headache? No more alcohol for you. Bad idea\""
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "Isabelle was already awake, sitting on the bed while she read her book with a smile and a concentrate look in her eyes. She seemed to be studying or something like that. Her eyes glanced up at the two as Kaisa yelled, an eyebrow arching. *\"Uhhh...\"* She thought. After reading for a bit more, Isabelle walked toward the two, leaving her book on the bed, and tilted her head a bit.\n\n\"Are you two okay? Yesterday you were eh... A bit down? And I removed the broken glass from the floor.\""
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{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "Isabelle's eyes followed Kaisa as she ran out of the room, an eyebrow arching in confusion while the fairy heard the liquid hitting the bottom of a pail. *\"Poor Kaisa...\"* She thought and walked back to her bed, sitting on it. Isabelle preferred not to try to help, as she didn't know for sure about drinking and that stuff. Instead of getting up, she continued to read her book, assuming Ale would help Kaisa with their... Little problem."
},
{
"author": "designatedferret1552",
"message": "He got up, sighing. He knew exactly why she was doing this, but he didn't know why she decided to try to drink. Why would she try to drink when she obviously knew that she cannot be drinking these kinds of things? \n\nAnyways, he got up, knocking on the door. She seemed to be having a bad time in there honestly. He was getting kind of worried.\n\n\"D'you need help in there hon? Do you want me to come in?\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "The sound of splashing water can be heard as Kaisa rinses the bile out of her mouth. She's never felt this physically bad in her life, except for one time. Opening the door, she stumbles into Ale's arms, having him support the majority of her weight. Thankfully she's light. She's never doing that again.\n\n\"It's ok. I've only felt this bad once before. It was...\"\n\nHer face suddenly contorts into a frown. It's one like an 'uh oh', but Kaisa's really playing. This is a joke.\n\n\"Almost like I've been poisoned by Skullsbane. The poison that targets vampires.\""
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "The man's face turned from pure confusion to... Pure terror. Skullsbane? He's never heard of it before, but when she said it targeted vampires, the man lifted her off her feet, walking towards the door. \n\nHe looked at Isabelle with a face of pure worry and dispair. Who dare poison his Kaisa! Whoever that was, the last thing they'll taste is his sword. \n\n\"I'll be back, I'm going to bring her to the Apothecary or some Healer down the next village\"\n\nHe obviously didn't know she was joking. He was quite, to put it bluntly, naïve. Even if... Y'know, they've been doing stuff together a lot."
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "Isabelle looked at the two with a worried expression, what was happening? Ah, little innocent Isabelle... She never drank on her life, so she didn't know for sure how to help them in that situation. She tilted her head a bit like a confused puppy looking to a human, and got up from the bed to follow them. If they were leaving, probably it wouldn't be good to stay alone.\n\n\"Uhhh, I could try to help you two. But I assume Kaisa wouldn't be able to drink tea, right?\"\n\nShe thought for a moment, and assumed her question was stupid, as Kaisa was a vampire. She looked at the two and then only at Kaisa."
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"Wait wait! I didn't say I was poisoned, I said it was *Like* Being poisoned! This was before I was turned. Not that healers or apothecaries would work anyway.\n\nOh dear. Ale thinks that someone poisoned her. She really hopes he didn't scare him much. She didn't want him to worry.\n\n\"I'm not poisoned, I'm fine. The alcohol has made me feel like shit, even more so that it's my first time.\"\n\nShe's not lying, Kaisa feels really shitty. She just hasn't been poisoned. Hopefully Ale doesn't get the wrong idea."
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "She stopped, right before the door, putting her down on her feet. He then put his hands on her shoulders, staring down at her. \n\nShe could probably see him quiver, before he just started to sob and cry. She scared him. Gosh, he is a massive softie. He is really soft in the inside isn't he? \n\nPoor Ale, he thought she was going to die!"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "Isabelle blinked a few times in confusion before giggling softly at Ale's reaction. It was funny for her, but heartwarming to see someone was that kind and worried for his love. *\"That's cute! Poor Ale.\"* She thought as she giggled a bit more and walked back to the bed to get her book. Good thing Kaisa wasn't poisoned.\n\n\"Uh, I have a question. If I'm right, did Kaisa mention *Vampires*?\""
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "\"Please don't cry, please don't cry...\"\n\nTears start to well up in Kaisa's eyes as well. She cares for Ale, and she hates to see him hurt. She caresses his face in her hands, looking up to his face, before kissing him. Hopefully this will calm him down.\n\nAfter a bit, she answer's Isabelle's question, breaking away from the kiss, and lets out a sigh.\n\n\"Yes. I'm a vampire. Healing won't work on me, and I don't react well with drinking any liquid other than blood.\"\n\n\""
},
{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "Don't worry he was calming down, but he was frowning... A lot. Poor lad was extremely worried! Honestly, he was like a child, but a man child! A manly child! \n\nHe was worried about her, deciding that he wants to cling onto her like an overgrown child... Yikes... He needs some time to calm down I suppose."
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "Isabelle frowned a bit and tilted her head. A vampire?! She never saw one from that close, it was weird to know a vampire was close to her. But anyways, that vampire saved her, so she knew Kaisa wouldn't try to kill her. Isabelle reached for her book and walked up to the two again with a neutral expression now. She seemed to be confused and happy at the same time. Who knows.\n\n\"I assume it is horrible to be a vampire, right? Oh, oh and not meaning for offense, I-I'm just curious.\""
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{
"author": "Aleksander Vayne",
"message": "The poor man slowly stopped crying, wiping his tears away. He still needed a moment to cool down, but he gave her a peck on the cheek and... Sat down somewhere to shake himself out of the weird situation. He thought it was... Awkward. But then again, she was fine so that was good he thinks."
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "Isabelle nodded at Kaisa's response with a bright smile toward her. Since they weren't going out that day, Isabelle could study her book a little and maybe tidy up their room. Probably tidying up is better, so she decided to make the covers and the bed she had slept on and then tidy up the couch that Kaisa and Ale had slept together. Being used to serving others, she didn't mind cleaning up the room for the couple. In fact, she looked very happy! After finishing tidying up the room, she would sit on the bed and read her book."
},
{
"author": "Kaisa Vayne",
"message": "Sitting back down was probably a good idea. Where? Probably on the couch. Next to Ale. Snuggling close to him, she moves his head onto her lap, stroking his hair. Why? To comfort him, of course. He's just experienced a traumatic event, and she can't sit back and watch him suffer.\n\nShe remembers when she tried Skullsbane, before she turned. She had purposely given herself a small cut on the arm, then placed a small drop of Skullsbane on the wound. A moment later, her mother rushed into the room, drawn in by Kaisa's cries, and comforted her, in this same position."
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{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*You four would previously see a poster asking for help in a nearby village, and all meet up at the same crossroads, which all lead to a village. An old man, wearing black robes and cap, was waiting outside. Assuming you all approached him, he would speak*\n\n\"Oh, thank the gods you are here! May the gods bless you with eternal happiness! We have a predicament here. Two children from our village have gone missing.\"\n\n*He would pull out two scrolls, each with a detailed charcoal drawing on them. The first was a brown-haired boy, possibly around 16. The other was a blond girl, who looked around a year younger*\n\n\"These two have gone missing around a week ago. We fear that they were captured by vile creatures. Scouts that were sent showed that they are heading north. Please, bring them back.\""
},
{
"author": "Charlotte Caranaro",
"message": "*Charlotte walked along the dirt road, approaching the cross roads where an old man stood, though the elf wouldn't notice them. Looking around and seeing a village in the close distance, she would let out a sigh. \"Im finally here, i had to walk way too long to get here, my feet are killing me!\". She would continue before noticing an old robed man, at the cross roads. She'd rest her hand on her sheathed sword and approach the elder, calling out to him*\n\"Hello? Old man, are you the one who sent out a request for help?\"\n*The elf would listen to his story and would nod in understanding. To have their kidnapping be a full week in advance would mean the journey ahead would be long. There wasn't even a guarantee the two villagers were still alive, never the less, Charlotte knew she had to try. Charlotte would look around, searching for anymore figures in the distance.*\n\"I had heard two or three others would be joining me on this quest as well. This would be my first quest... So i'd hope that the other seemed to know what to do at least some what.\""
},
{
"author": "Menakpa Rai'zar",
"message": "*Menakpa walled along the dirt road, a spear carried over the shoulder and a piece of jerky in the other. She drew the snack to her maw and took a large bite ripping it half using her tusk. Just within her sights was a knight and a robed individual. She marched forward and stared at the two. \n\nAs with everyone Menkpa was harsh and wasn't too trusting of individuals she ha never met before.* \"You the one crying for help old man? Or is it the knight that has, difficulties?\" *She snarled as she got close and kept a good distance of 20 feet between the pair.\n\nThe call for aide mentioned villagers who were lost, taken, or whatever the hell happened. To the Mogash this was a job. A job meant money and money meant another day to live.* \"I could care less for others who can't handle themselves or their kin. But I need gold. You got payment Old man?\"\n\nShe was harsh and rightly justified as she had originated from Amongko where warring was a common occurence. Menakpa sized up the two and deemed them as no threat so she stepped forward even closer.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna walked along the dirt road, her Jackal companion staying a small distance in front of her. She had made her way to the crossroads as the poster had instructed. Heroism wasn't necessarily in Juna's nature, but seeing the poster Juna figured she could help out with the cause.*\n\"I think this is the place, Jace...\" *Juna had said to her Jackal after spotting the village. \n\n She quickened her pace until she eventually found the old man as expected, though she was mostly relieved that she hadn't gotten lost on the way. Jace would rush ahead and, noticing the two others joining the quest, would let out a bark of mock authority. At the sight of Charlotte, however, his tail would wag for a short moment before he resumed his normal investigatory routine. Juna waved to the others shyly and walked up to the old man to hear what he had to say about the missing children. \n The task sounded difficult, but taking a brief glance at the others, she figured they could overcome it as long as they were able to work well together. However, at the response Menapka, Juna found herself taking a couple cautious steps back.*"
},
{
"author": "unholytacos",
"message": "*Charles S Leonhart. A man behind a mask.. Literally. As his white coat courser trotted it's way down one of the paths at this crossroad, he had noticed the junction of four people and assumed this was likely what he was looking for. As the horse came to a stop, a rough 20 feet away, the young man threw one leg over and hopped off the saddle, choosing instead to lead his horse with him as he got close enough to listen in on the conversation. He was aware that someone had gone missing, and at a glance in the distance as he got close, memorized the charcoal drawings of the two children who were gone.*\n``\"Excuse me Sir. You're the one commissioning us for the search and rescue of these two children.. Yes?\"`` *His voice was, although muffled due to the steel covering his face, stern and to-the-point. The vampire wore a gambeson with forearms guards, and strips of hardened metal strapped tightly around his knees. Leather buckle boots dug into the dirt of the path, and a blackened cloak hooded and all swayed behind him ever so gently. At his side, a typical looking longsword, and on his back a kite shield.*"
},
{
"author": "Charlotte Caranaro",
"message": "*Charlotte watched as the Mogash approached the old man, asking him about the quest and payment. Charlotte's first impression of the Mogash was a stereotypical ogress, big, rude, and simple. Charlotte would answer of of the questions for the elder, thinking that he might be too intimidated to say anything*\n\"He is indeed the one who asked for help. As for payment, why would he send out a request if he has nothing in return?\"\n*Charlotte would get side tracked by Jace's bark, she'd look at him with a confused look before realizing who it was. She'd walk over, kneeling down and patting his head. Looking up, she'd also notice Juna not far behind, waving to her with a smile*\n\"Its good to see you two again, so soon too.\"\n*Charlotte would stand up as a third person appeared. He spoke, though muffled, too the Elder. Charlotte was happy that the team had finally gotten together. She could finally officially start her quest! She would let out a girlish giggle of excitement before quieting herself in embarrassment* \n\"Ahem, so you'll all be my team mates, its nice to meet you all, my name is Charlotte Caranaro.\""
},
{
"author": "xenics333",
"message": "^*The menakpa gave a heafty huff. She eyed each and every being before her.* \"So a girl wh can barely lift a proper sword, a kitten, and...\" *She paused and looked at the knight and his mount. She gave him a smile and finished her statement.* \"...You.\"\n\n\"We are to be companions? I pray to Gronnesh that you all are capable warriors. Til then, I hold neither quarry or loyalty to you all! Prove your worth before you even consider me ally.\" *Menakpa bit down on the last of her jerky and remained silent eating away.\n\nShe seemed disgusted with these smaller veings and thought only of war and honor. She placed her spear back in the large quiver like pack on her back and crossed her arms ready tohear the rest of the group speack their piece.*^"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Actually I'm a-\"\n*Juna considered correcting Menakpa, but thought better of it. Her ears lowered on her head in dissatisfaction. So these were the people she would have to journey with? It being her first quest, Juna would have hoped for companions that were a little more pleasant. At least Charlotte was a nice person and Juna was still unsure of what to think of the Knight approaching with his horse. Menakpa, however, seemed to tolerate nothing other than powerful allies and Juna wasn't completely sure if she could meet the high expectations. \n\n Jace would lift his head up and lick Charlotte's hand as she pets him, thinking that it might have had more food on it. The jackal would then move on to the knight that had showed up and began sniffing him as Jace had done the rest. Juna kept her gaze on the group, not completely trusting them around her pet after what had happened before. The Canifor kept quiet, listening to the others as they spoke.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*So, it was time to make friends with his new party, eh? Charles studied Charlotte, Juna, and Menakpa. His eyes met with the ogress, who seemed to let off a smile upon her indication of him. Then he stared over to Charlotte and decided to at least let the party know who he was.* \n``\"You can call me Leo. If we're going to be in this together, I'd like to know eachother's weaknesses. It will help in the long run. And know this.. I will not die for you, so do not die for me.\"`` *Once more his voice was stern and cold. He didn't want to become friends with the people here, instead he just wanted to get the quest done, get paid and hopefully the side benefit of saving a couple of kids would make him feel that much better at the end of the day. Though, there was one thing he wanted to test.. He approached Manakpa and held his hand out as to shake.* ``\"If you only offer loyalty to capable warriors, then I would hope you yourself are one. Would I be right to assume that?\"``"
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{
"author": "Charlotte Caranaro",
"message": "*Charlotte would turn her attention to the Mogash as she spoke. Scoffing at her remark of 'Can barely lift a sword.' She'd reassure herself that she could fight as good as any other. Charlotte would look back to Juna with a concerned look as the Canifor cut herself off, \"Poor thing.\". As Jace licked her, she'd smile at him, slowly pulling away and standing back up. She would turn back to the others, hearing the man on horse back speaks again.*\n\"Its nice to meet you Leo... Weaknesses? Im unsure, i suppose long range and dealing with multiple enemies at once. The last part is... Helpful i guess.\"\n*Charlotte would let out a sigh. Her companions we're unfriendly, and she didn't know much of what to do now. The only thing she could was try to progress. She would clear her throat, attempting to project her voice out without yelling.* \n\"Ok, we know where we need to go and what we need to do. I'd like to hear all of your strengths and weaknesses as well so we can make a proper strategy. Formation and organization is key to success!\""
},
{
"author": "xenics333",
"message": "^\"Mogash have no weaknesses.\" *Menkapa took Leo's hand wih a wider smile. She squeezed that offered hand as hard as she could and shook.* \"For strengths, I can fight with spears and my axe. I hunt for a living so we will never starve. That I can promise with my honor.\" *Menakpa reached behind her back and pulled out the 2 handed double blade axe and presented it as a soldier then held it out to show its worth. For now she would have to trust her companion albeit what little trust and faith she put into them.\n\nAmong them she was the bigger one, well built and she didn't behind a beast or armor to be a successful warrior. She did underestmate her allies but pride continued to blind her judgement."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "\"Weaknesses...? I guess... Close combat...\"\n *She ran a finger along the string of her bow that was slung across her torso. It would have made it obvious that she was more accustomed to archery. Sure she had her claws, teeth, and a dagger if it came down to close combat, but using them would make her feel like she was fighting as a desperate animal. Juna looked at Menakpa as she mentioned that she hunted and if it was any one of the others, Juna would have added that she hunted as well, but she kept quiet. Maybe she could do her own hunting if it came down to the group needing food. \n\n\n Juna didn't know much about strategies in battle as she usually would keep herself away from the center of it, but at the very least it sounded good that someone knew how to plan out a method of attacking if anything were to happen while they attempt to rescue the children. Jace had returned to her, coming to sit down at her side. He stared pointedly at the others to show his mistrust, but the jackal didn't show any sign of a aggression to them.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Heh... Cute. Manakpa couldn't see the raise in the crease of his lips, but she did take his hand. With a firm handshake, should she try to pull away he'd tighten his grip to become stronger than her own. Twice as strong even, as the sound of leather and clothe gripped tightly, for she could see his dull iris' staring into her own and no words would have to be spoken between the two. He simply wanted to ensure to her that she indeed* ***Did*** *Have a capable hand at her side in this endeavor, and that's all that had to be known. And so, he released his grip and attempted to make eye contact with Juna, at the very least looking her way in case she did the same in his direction.* \n\n``\"You're an archer? Then Charlotte and I will be our front line, and Manakpa with stay with you as our range. If we are indeed dealing with.. Vile creatures, we need to ensure that if you're targeted, we have someone who can keep them at bay long enough.\"`` *Charles rounded back to outer end of their own little circle. Once more at the side of his steed, he began to speak once more behind plain steel.* ``\"As previously mentioned, I do not plan on dying for you, but I will help to ensure you do not die for me. Though.. If we had more intel...\"`` *His voice drifted off and a stare towards the one sending this party replaced it for a mere second.* ``\"..About what those scouts anticipated, we could plan more thoroughly.\"``"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The old man would begin to speak, albeit a bit nervously.*\n\n\"Y-Yes, of course there is payment. Such work deserves a reward. As for extra information, the scouts could not approach too closely, as they spotted what seemed to be a Beastkin sniffing the air. They ran, but were able to see what they described as a mountain of a man, a werewolf, and 2 demons, one big and one small.\"\n\n\"As for where they are, the scouts predicted that they would be at a stone bridge by midnight.\""
},
{
"author": "Charlotte Caranaro",
"message": "*Charlotte would choose to ignore the Mogash. Menakapa was obviously to prideful and stubborn to properly work with. She was a stereotypical Mogash alright, standoffish, prideful, and intolerant. The elf would turn to Juna, nodding as she spoke, \"A weakness to close combat? Understandable, at least she gave an actual answer unlike the ogress.\" Then there was the knight, who seemed competent enough. He formulated a decent plan, though Charlotte would find fault in it. The elf didn't trust the ogress to protect her friend. She thought the Mogash would end up leaving Juna to fend for herself, while the ogress went to chase something. These thoughts were concerning ones, though she wouldn't voice them. Spreading more distrust among the group than there already was would be less than advisable. As the old man responded to the knight's question*\n\"A Titan, Wear wolf, and two Oni? That's an unlikely Combination. Usually i try to guess the enemy formation, but nothing comes to mind at the moment.\""
},
{
"author": "Menakpa Rai'zar",
"message": "\"I'll watch over our little friend here. You have my word.\" * Something in the Mogash had flipped a switch as all of a sudden she was willing to play ball for the team. Menakpa reached out slowly for Juna's head and scratched her behind the ears, of course only if she'd allow it.\n\nSeems Leo's display of strength was enough to make Menakpa submit. One simple clue the rest would see as the \"Ogress\" Clasped her shaking hand with the other remembering the pure strength that overcame her.\n\nNow this was a problem for Leo, as such behavior was considered flirtaceous among Mogash. Menakpa was small compared to her kind but to Macen, Silvanian, and Conifer? She was a tall big menacing. Bring a runt was believed to be a sign of weakness and Mogash didn't tolerate it. But for once a man challenged her and saw her pride and strength upfront.\n\nMenakpa gave Leo an agitated look and then nodded her head. Even if Leo wasn't going to die for her, Menakpa decided she'd show her own strength by dying willing on the battlefield like a true soldier would. With honor and no hesitation.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would move her head away as Menakpa reached for her ears. She didn't like it when just anyone tried to mess with them and even less when adding the suggestion of being someone's \"Little friend.\" Juna knew she was short, the shortest in the whole group even, but that wouldn't mean anything to her when it came to range combat and she hated whenever someone found the need to point that out as if she didn't already know. The ogress' change of pace already unsettled her, something about her promise sounding more like a threat to Juna with how quick she was suddenly into the idea of helping. Jace would look at the others and let out a growl of warning, not liking the interaction.\n \n Juna listened to what the old man said they were up against and to her, it sounded like an odd group. Though looking at their own team, she couldn't really judge too much. It seemed like a tough matchup and she worried for Jace's safety as she knew the Jackal would dive head first into battle if not told otherwise even with the odds against him. Juna looked to Charlotte as she listened to her struggle with determining what the enemy formation could be. Between her and Leo, they seemed to be the only ones possibly capable of coming up with a strategy, but with Leo suggesting she'd be protected by Menakapa and Charlotte unable to plan out the enemies' strats, Juna's faith was slowly disappearing.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Perhaps the formation mentioned wouldn't work. Clearly, Manakpa had left a sour impression on Charlotte and Juna and that distrust may end up being what breaks their formation when the going gets tough..* \n`\"Supposedly we'll be able to intercept them by midnight at a bridge. Charlotte, if you stay with those two and approach their front, I can attempt to cut them off at the rear. It's likely more risky than it seems, but if you three focus on one at a time they'll be down before we know it..\"` *Leonhart was throwing that idea out there simply for one thing: the comfort of the other two. He knew if they were that close knit there shouldn't be issues in their performance, not with the security of two others at any given time. His idea of cutting off their rear would have been only to ensure the two ranged had something to aim at, without them running off into whatever forest lay closeby and simply waiting for them. Even if they did make it past him, he'd take at least one of them down and use them for interrogation.*\n`\"If you two would like..\"` *He drifted off, glancing at Charlotte and Juna* `\"Manakpa can instead choose to join me in cutting off their rear. We can form a pincer attack that way.. But I am by no means going to say what's concrete without your opinions to confirm these plans.\"` *And so he waited for what everyone thought.. Charles may not have liked having to speak so much, nor would he usually allows himself to take control of any group, but he needed to make sure they weren't running in there blindly.*"
},
{
"author": "Menakpa Rai'zar",
"message": "*Menakpa remained silent slung her axe back behind her and crossed her arms.* \"I sometimes forget that the other races can be so unreasonable.\" *Menkap went over to Leo and stood by his side.* \"Whatever plan becomes less effective the more we bicker. We have a job to do and I like doing my jobs efficiently and quickly.\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna nods at the new plan. She could at least trust Charlotte's willingness to help. Seeing that Menakpa was seemingly becoming more impatient, she says:*\n\"Right... We should probably search for the kids before it's too late...\"\n*Jace would stand up as she says this, readying himself for the journey.*"
},
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"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Charlotte and Juna would be on the far side of the stone bridge, and they would be able to hide behind some nearby trees. Charles and Menakpa would be able to do the same. The bridge would be 50 feet long, and 10 feet wide. The rushing river was down below. Now all they had to do was wait for midnight.*\n\n*After a little after midnight, 6 figures are easily spotted, and begin to cross the long bridge. Charlotte would only predict two of the enemies correctly though, as they would spot a fierce, red eyed Canifor. He didn't seem to be too strong, but he looked like he could tear someone to shreds. He was unarmored, with no weapons. The other correct guess was the Oni. A tall, muscular red Oni with a smug grin on his face wore leather armor, but had no weapon. However, his fists look like they've been used, a lot.*\n\n*The mountain of a man would not be a Titan, but rather a Goluth. His gray skin mimicked that of a mountain, and a massive sledge hammer was slung over his shoulder. He appeared to be unarmored. The final enemy was a short one, a scarlet orange einerfin. He was wearing some almain rivet armor, along with semi-plate across the rest of his body. A longsword was slung over his back.*\n\n*Their two targets would be seen walking in the center of the 4 enemies. They were both blindfolded, and had their hands tied. The girl, however, seemed to have much more steady footing than the boy.*"
},
{
"author": "Charlotte Caranaro",
"message": "*After observing the targets, Charlotte would turn to Juna, whispering quietly.* \n\"I'll cause a distraction, you try to snipe one of them with your bow... Wish me luck.\" \n*Charlotte would give a small smile before quickly moving out into the open. She would make herself visable, announcing in a loud voice to her opponents.*\n\"In the name of the law, I order you to stop! Drop your weapons and surrender quietly and release your prisoners or die!\"\n*She would draw her sword and shield, expecting a fight. She would get into a defensive stance, using her shield to cover most if her body. \"A brawler, a martial artist if mage, a tank, and a swordmen. This seems hard enough...\"*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna kept low to the ground, nodding to Charlotte as she ran off to cause a distraction. She takes one of her arrows from her quiver and notches it onto her bow string. Jace would sit quietly at her side, waiting patiently as if this were any other hunting trip. Juna looked up and drew the string back, trying to figure out which one to hit first. She thought it would be better to go for the ones closest to Charlotte in case they tried charging her, but she also had to consider the children that could still be guarded by the others. A direct shot from the front could leave them distracted enough for whenever Charles and Menakpa decide to run in. She took a deep breath, hesitating for a moment. Lethal shots weren't her thing unless it was for hunting purposes, but now wasn't the time for her to think about it. She took aim for the enemies more so towards the front (assuming it was either the Canifor or Oni that were in front), waiting for them to make a move towards Charlotte. If they did, she would launch an arrow at whichever one remained closest to the children.*"
},
{
"author": "Menakpa Rai'zar",
"message": "*Menakpa held her breath as the opposing group moved pass them. She could barely make out the figures except the outlines with their movements. Her eyes watched the tow largest of the group travel forward while gripping the handle to one of her spears. Than out of no where Charlotte came into view and began shouting threats.*\n\n\"What in Gronnesh is she do-?\" *The small sight of an arrow zoomed through the air and Menakpa reacted standing up and taking off several feet in front of her. With spear raised and angle her shot and released into into the air aiming for the largest of the group. Menakpa waited in place on Charles's orders drawing both hands behind her back. One spear for her right and her axe on the left.*"
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"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Now was the time for action. The pieces were all set up and conflict was the next card to be played.. He waited patiently as everyone chose their starting cards.. And admittedly, he was impressed to see Charlotte so fearless in the face of their opponents. An arrow was loosed, a spear was thrown, and to finish their pinch, Charles charged in to race for the entrance of the bridge behind them. Quickly, he muttered to his companion as he sprinted ahead and unsheathed his longsword which rang softly in the moon's night light.*\n`\"Come, Menakpa, we team the closest one!\"` *In the darkness, his cloak floated behind him as an extension of the shadows itself, hood thrown over his head and mask, pauldrons, and guards shining from the light reflecting off of it once he had crossed the path and made his first step onto cobblestone and foundation with leather buckle boots and loose fitting pants. Hoping he could close the distance before they could ready themselves, he was prepared with kite shield strapped to his left hand and sword drawn/at the ready in his right. First things first, try to catch them before they could gather a formation.. And if that meant wedging himself into the enemy ranks he'd do so to isolate and separate at least one of them for Menakpa to focus on.*"
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"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*As Charlotte appears in from of them, the group looks confused. The massive Goluth asks.*\n\n\"You plan to stop us? By yourself?\"\n\n*The loosed arrow would unfortunately be fired towards said person, and his skin turns a stony gray, the tip bouncing off his chest. He would look to her, but then take a spear to the shoulder. He would be knocked down, but surprisingly, the spear did not pierce his skin. He turned back to see the two figures there, and hefts his hammer.*\n\n\"Looks like we got ourselves a fight, boys.\"\n\n*The Oni would slam his fists together.*\n\n\"Finally! I've been itching for a fight.\"\n\n*He and the Canifor proceed to charge Juna and Charlotte, with the Oni shielding his furry friend. Looks like they're fast.*\n\n*The einerfin, on the other hand, would roar, and suddenly his tiny body would grow massive, standing almost 10 feet tall. A massive Flit took his place as he and the Goluth charge Charles and Menakpa respectively.*\n\n*The girl's hand would twitch, but nothing more.*"
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{
"author": "Charlotte Caranaro",
"message": "*Charlotte prepared herself for the incoming attack of the Oni. Her shield blocking his first attack, while she countered with a sword slash if possible. If the two would attack simultaneously, she'd hold her ground, though wouldn't counter, instead dodging. If the ensuing duo were to go after Juna, Charlotte would raise her hand, it flashing red for a moment. A baseball sized fireball would appear, and she'd fire it at the canifor behind the Oni.*\n\n``Fire ball (5 mana used, 95 remaining)``"
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"author": "xenics333",
"message": "^Menakpa went on in a sprint right behind Charles. Their opponents eyed them as they would soon collider for battle. Menakpa took a long stride and in the midst of that held her spear up and tossed it right into the giant's face. Her goal aim for the unarmored parts mainly his eye. Menakpa landed easily and continued her pace tossing her axe handle into the other hand. \"Legs! Go!\" She grunted breathing heavily as she was balancing her movement with her breathing. The words were clearly meant for Charles as Menakpa had a plan of attack. Fighting was like hunting right? Corner your prey and strike their vunerable spots. If they are fast or powerful, cripple their movement first and than strike true. It was by these virtues she fought and led her life towards these moments of honor and glory. Menakpa made sure she was running towards the enemy pair right in the middle, where she wanted to be, in the middle of the fight taking on all.^"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's eyes widened at the sight of the enemies charging. Jace would tense up next to her, but not make move without her say. Juna knew she had to keep her distance if she wanted a clear shot on them. If any one of the two were to charge at her, she would begin to glow a blue tint increasing her general speed. \n\n```Psionic Speed (15 mana used, 85 remaining)```\n She would use her temporary swiftness to retreat back a bit to get just enough distance between them for a better shot before turning around and locking her aim on whoever tried to follow. Jace remained where he was. If anyone were to head in her direction, he would be ready to try to attack from behind them granted the jackal went ignored.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Legs? What did she plan to do? It didn't matter. The best way to handle a strategy was to see that strategy through. And what better way to see the strategy through than to eliminate the outside factors? Assuming the two charging Charles and Menakpa would choose their own targets, Charles would tilt his direction towards the Einerfin to nab it's attention. This would in turn make sure that his Mogash companion had clearance to the Goluth, and damned be sure that her battle axe would pierce his stony skin faster than the slashes of Leo's sword.* \n*Hopefully, this Einerfin wanted a fair fight, for once he was close Charles came to a complete stop and widened his stance. His shield hand untied the lace that kept the cloak tied tightly around his neck, and with that the fabric flew away slowly to the floor behind him, revealing a shining glow as moonlight graced his otherwise dirty blond hair which was tied back into a neat ponytail. If it confused anyone else, he did so to avoid the cape being used against him in this bout, as any skilled survivor could easily choke him out using his own clothing. Beneath that cloak was a sleeved gambeson, thirty layers of fabric which would provide little to somewhat reliable resistance to the slashes of his opponent's longsword. Steel pauldrons strapped themselves to his shoulders, and slabs of hardened steel covered his knees and forearms all of which continued to stand out. His steel mask covered the entirety of his face, the only features being his shining blue eyes which glistened in the darkness as he stared down the once miniature demon. And in a stern, raspy, muffled voice he called to his team-mate without taking his eyes off of his target..* \n`\"Give me a few moments. It'll be quick.\"` *Let's hope he could keep his word on this one..*"
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{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Charlotte would block the Oni's incoming strike, a forwards kick. Her slash flies over the Oni's head as he quickly ducks to avoid the incoming blow, and launches a quick punch, but it bounces off the shield. She would be able to launch her fireball, but the force from said punch would knock it off course. Fortunately, the Canifor hadn't yet attacked Juna. Unfortunately...*\n\n*The Canifor suddenly stops, and lets out a howl towards the midnight moon. Two large wolves suddenly appear from magic circles, baring their teeth. He doesn't yet attack for some reason, and they seem to be waiting for his command.*\n\n*The giant moves his face barely enough so that the blow glances off his cheek. That's going to leave a bruise, but a minor one for someone like that. The Goluth brings his hammer over his head, and yells as he brings it down in an overhead strike.*\n\n*The flit would growl. He seems to think this is funny.*\n\n\"A human tries to face a flit? How cute.\"\n\n*His body would glow bright red as he swings his sword in a diagonal slash from his right side. It looks like he's very, very strong.*"
},
{
"author": "Charlotte Caranaro",
"message": "*Charlotte would quickly realize how out of position she was. It was her job to protect Juna since she was vulnerable to close combat. Charlotte would scold herself before sheathing her sword and quickly retreating backwards towards Juna. Shield at the ready, she would attempt to launch another fire ball at the Oni before redrawing her sword in preparation.*"
},
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"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna's ears would draw back at the sound of the howl and seeing the two other wolves appear, her eyes would narrow in concentration. Her bow would start to glow as two additional arrows appeared alongside the one she already had at the ready.*\n\n```Triple Arrows (10 Mana used, 75 remaining)```\n\n*Juna hadn't noticed Charlotte heading in her direction yet. Already, she was preparing to face off against the Canifor and his summons with the idea that she would be alone, as of right now anyways. The three arrows sat on the string of her bow, separated by her fingers to point at the three targets. Juna turned the bow horizontally to help ensure that the arrows could hit the three of them at once if possible. She didn't shoot yet however, the Canifor's hesitation causing slight confusion.* \n\n *Eventually, Juna would notice Charlotte coming to her aid and a mixture of both relief and worry passed over her. If Charlotte became too occupied with defending her, they both could end up outnumbered by the two summons, Canifor, and Oni. It would be outside of what they originally had planned but if the enemies got too close, she worried that Charlotte would end up having to fight all four of them. Juna would take a few light steps backwards, a semi retreat to build distance between her and the Canifor. She couldn't verbally tell Charlotte to focus on the Oni for now, but Juna at least hoped that Charlotte could trust Juna to handle her own with the distance she was keeping and Jace there to strike when necessary. It would be a three on two in that case, but Juna was ready. She no longer takes her eyes off the Canifor, any sudden move could signify to the other wolves to attack. Quietly, she muttered to him:*\n\"What do you have to gain from this...?\"\n\n*Juna has said it so quietly it could have mostly been to herself if she hadn't had said it aloud. She drew her bow string back, wondering if the Canifor would bother to respond or simply continue fighting.*"
},
{
"author": "xenics333",
"message": "^*Menakpa scowled as she watched Charles deviate from his own plan. So much for attacking the closesr one together. Now she was face to face with a very large and angry giant. Regardless she pushed on having no choice but to fight. Her axe swung to her side and she focused on pushing energy into her arms.*\n\n[Current: 7.5 Racial discount/ 92.5 mana left]\n\nAs she approached she watched as the sillouette of arms holding what seemed to be a tree trunk fly up. He telegraphed his own attack. Instead of retreating she rushed forward ever more knowing that that hammer cannot swing close to his body. For a warrior he had a cumbersome weapon.\n\nMenakpa took her own swing aiming for the giant's knee. If his skin was thick enough to stop such powerful blows then let's see if his joints could handle the same force. Even seasoned Mogash had issues covering up their entire body. Every armor has a weak point but the dark made it too difficult to see clearly.^"
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{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*A gallant effort, the Flit gave. A diagonal sword slash? It would only be fitting to meet his opponent with a bind of blades. Leo stepped inward, and rose his arm to meet the sword of his opponent, though a few special things to note with this clashing of swords before Charles motioned anything else.. Posture straight and stance widened, the knight would have a more firm control of his entire body and in turn be able to contribute more of his core into the strength of his upward motion as well. When the blades* ***Did*** *Meet, Charles ensured the strong end of his blade met the weak end of the Flit's.. What did that mean? It meant due to the pure advantage of leverage, Charles could put out more control of their bind than his demonic friend ever could.*\n*Down his arm circled, forcing their swords to strike against the cobblestone foundation of the bridge, and with a mighty bash his kite shield struck at the wrist holding onto the longsword. Though his body may have been armored, that wouldn't protect the Flit from blunt force attempting to dislocate his wrist. AS Leo did this, he prepared to move forward. If his opponent tried to pull his sword back? The vampire was prepared to mimic his movement and push the sword down harder into the ground. An opponent stepping back would have a hard time outrunning one moving forward, so as long as Charles had control over their swords, he had control over their duel.*\n`\"As cute as I may be, I bite back! Let's dance.. Shall we?\"`"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The fireball would land on the Oni's leather armor, which he would attempt to quickly brush off before simply taking it off and throwing it at Charlotte, and he would launch a flying side kick at her as she drew her sword, knocking her back slightly.*\n\n*The Beastkin would reply*\n\n\"The boss gives gold. I answer to him.\"\n\n*The Canifor would summon yet another wolf, and this time he would not hesitate. The three wolves would charge at Juna, is about 15 feet away, and the Canifor getting on all fours, behind the Oni, and the four of them would leap towards Juna, fangs bared. They seemed to be stoppable by Charlotte should she choose to block the way.*\n\n*The Goluth would have to tank the blow to his knee, the double stone skin negating the electric aspect of the blow and some of the damage, but he still grunted in pain. It still seemed usable, but damaged still. He steps back and this time goes for a horizontal swing, aiming for Menakpa's abdomen.*\n\n*Unfortunately for Charles, using a longsword in one hand is no match against a longsword in two hands. The flit crashes through Charles's defense, because 2 hands are stronger than one. The shield would be able to stop the sword though. The flit would reply.*\n\n\"I can dance all night.\"\n\n*He would then grab his sword using his long tail instead of his hands though, and deliver a sweep using it.*"
},
{
"author": "Charlotte Caranaro",
"message": "*Charlotte would stumble back slightly, as the Oni kicked at her. Though she'd soon recover. Noticing the four opponents that were going for Juna, she would quickly move to block them, stabbing at any of the wolves that came around her shield*\n\"Thanks to my brother, i already have experience dealing with your little pests. You cannot defeat me!\"\n*Charlotte would continue her routine of blocking with a counter-attack later. She couldn't go on the offensive thanks to her duty to protect Juna, but that didn't matter. All that did matter was her friends safety!*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna readjusted her aim. She had to help Charlotte if they had any hopes of getting out of this alive. She released the arrows, hoping to strike at least three of the now five opponents. Juna would lower her bow a moment after, staring at the opponents.*\n\"Let's make this fight more even...\"\n\n *She raised her head up, letting out a howl up to the moon as the opposing Canifor had done before. Two wolves would appear at her side and without hesitation, Juna would command them to assist Charlotte by going for the Canifor and Oni.*\n\n```Howl of the Pack (15 Mana used - 5 Mana regenerated, 55 remaining)```\n\n *From Charlotte's statement, she figured that between the two of them and Jace, they could fend off the summons. Jace's fur was bristled, making him look slightly larger than he would normally. If possible, the Jackal would run towards the group, using their backside to his advantage as he would try to bite down on the tail of one of the wolves. They were probably about twice his height, but he wasn't about to let them hurt the person he cared about.*"
},
{
"author": "Menakpa Rai'zar",
"message": "*Menakpa pivoted as that first strike bounce she used the momentum to swing and turn in the opposite direction. Current stillran through her hands casting another instance.\n\n``Current: 7.5 mana/ 84.5``\n\nHer arm sparked and she aimed right for the back of the knee. If it would not cut she would find amother way to kill this \"Stone giant\". In her battlerage she didn't expect nor see him swing sideways, yet a big man with a big weapon meant collateral damage to his own teammates. \n\nMenakpa had a plan to take the brunt of all the fighting and strike while she was enraged but this could work just fine. These were two of the reasons she planted herself right in between the two."
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Leo managed to fend off the two handed swing, by bashing the shield into his swing, but now came another problem.. The tail barring his longsword was now aiming to sweep at him, which meant it was a low blow. Charles could easily step back or jump over the swing, but he instead met the blade with an angled kite shield, one leg stretching out and the other one bent so he wouldn't get swept by the blow. Now realizing he wasn't going to be an easy fight, he needed whatever he could grasp to gain any advantage whatsoever. If things went well, he'd sway the sword swing off with a deflect and use it's own momentum to steer rather than stop his attack. With this second to react, his sword swing followed after, attempting to cut at the tail which had wrapped itself around the handle of the longsword. Caution took over the young vampire, for he knew he was fighting something taller and with a further reach than him. Add a prehensile tail to the mix and his armor, and it made for an annoying combatant.*\n`\"Why take the children anyways?\"` *The young knight exclaimed, sweat beginning to drip from his temple and neck due to both anticipation and the heat of battle. Though, he didn't seem to be too angered, or swayed by emotion. The Flit knew he was not afraid, perhaps he'd gain a sense of respect for him, but that didn't matter when they were aiming to slay one another.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The Oni doesn't go for Charlotte this time, but rather for the wolves. His punch sends one of them flying to the side, but it isn't knocked down yet. He tanks an arrow to the chest, but only a small portion of the tip sticks inside, not enough for a fatal blow. He rips the arrow out, and his body glows blue, rushing forward and launching a roundhouse kick towards Juna. It's blockabke by Charlotte though.*\n\n*The three wolves summoned by the Canifor would overpower the remaining wolf, who would actually take one of them down. Two of the enemy wolves remained, but are shot down by Juan's arrows. The Canifor waits in the back, summoning another 2 wolves.*\n\n*The blow to the knee would effectively make it bend, but Menakpa would still be hit by the giant hammer. She would be knocked into the side of the bridge, dangerously close to falling into the river. The Goluth seems to be recovering from his blows though, and doesn't do anything.*\n\n*The flit's blow would wild slide off Charles's shield, not providing enough time to target the scaly tail. It's then raised up, in a scorpion-like fashion.*\n\n\"Gold is gold.\"\n\n*And like a scorpion, the sword would stab at the vampiric knight.*\n\n*Now, something happened that was unexpected. The girl actually turns and faces the Mogash, and it looks like she can see despite the blindfold. Her hand glows red, and two pairs of fireballs head towards her.*"
},
{
"author": "Charlotte Caranaro",
"message": "*Charlotte would attempt to block the kick with both hands using her shield. The ominous blue flash the Oni had given made it clear this strike could be deadly. As such, Charlotte would put all her effort into blocking the kick.*"
},
{
"author": "com.co",
"message": "*(Feels bad for that small shitty post*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*She looked at the Canifor in annoyance as he summoned more wolves.*\n\"Ugh... They just keep coming...\"\n*She notched another arrow in her bow, raising it to take aim at the Canifor. Juna didn't like the idea of doing headshot, so instead she would lower her aim slightly to the more torso region and release another arrow. Jace would run over, making his way to her side with his fur still standing on end. He growled at the enemies even though it would hardly do anything to ward them off. A thought crossed her mind that if they wanted this fight to become easier they would have to get rid of the Canifor first, but with the Oni attacking as well, Juna would need Charlotte to keep it at bay long enough for Juna to take out his comrade. If the arrow shot wouldn't be enough, she would send Jace to towards him to at the very least distract him from creating more summons.*"
},
{
"author": "Menakpa Rai'zar",
"message": "*Menakpa was dazed for the moment. The hard blow knocking right off of her feet and towards the cliff. With the wind knocked out of her she shook her head violently in anger. How did she let such an obvious beast best her like that?!\n\nMenakpa looked to her side and saw the whizzing of fire come her way. She crossed her arms taking the blow as she was off her feet unable to dodge it properly.\n\nMenakla huffs out pure heat from her nostrils. Anger filled her veins as she stood up axe in hand and made her way towards the little girl. With weapon raised and murderous intend Menakpa attemt to reached for the girl's bound wrists and held the axe to her throat. \n\nIf she was able to get the hold she would roar out to get everyone's attention.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Shit.. As the tail reared back and shot forward, Leo simply sidestepped to the right and ducked to avoid the strike. This time, both hands gripped his sword, and an upward swing sliced at the tail in a position where he'd have an incredibly hard time pulling away to avoid. Not when his tail shot forward with intent to skewer. Extended like that, it was a sure-fire strike from a two handed longsword that vibrated side to side slightly for even more cutting power. If he could cleave the tail end off, he'd fall back to re-assess the situation, heel kicking the sword back as well with him to keep it away from the Flit. Then it happened.. Menakpa got lit up on her arm, and sprinted for the girl. Which meant he was either in for a double teaming from the Flit and the Giant, or the Mogash would have to deal with two people. One the woman and the other her former opponent behind her. Regardless, the addition of the fifth enemy made things even more complicated than it had to be.* \n\n`\"Menakpa.. You idiot!\"` *He muttered softly in anticipation for what came next*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Charlotte would successfully block the kick, but the Oni's strength would move her to the side, leaving poor Juna open.The arrow aimed at the Canifor would not hit the head, but the shoulder, which slows him just enough so that Juna isn't targeted by both the wolf and the beastkin. The other wolf targets Jace, tackling him away. The 1st wolf lunges at Juna's throat, aiming for her artery.*\n\n*Menakpa would tank all four blows from the fireballs, resulting in some pretty big burns, 4 medium burns in addition to the one at her side. She wouldn't be able to reach the child though, as the Goluth sweeped his hammer towards her feet, knocking her down if she didn't do anything. The girl would loosen her bindings, and take off her blindfold. Her eyes are red, and her voice didn't seem quite normal.*\n\n\"Kill them. Nothing shall stand in my way now. Not even the old man sending people to stop me.\"\n\n*The boy would still seem to be frightened. He would try to speak, slowly, with fear tinting his voice.*\n\n\"Sylvia? Is that you?\"\n\n*The girl would respond.*\n\n\"Yes, Mattaeus. Nothing will drive us apart. Not even the gods.\"\n\n*As she spoke, the girl seemed to have a dreamy expression on her face, while the boy would still look confused.*\n\n*One good thing came out of this. Charles's sword would slice off the Flit's tail, the powerful blade slicing clean through the unprotected flesh. The scales would do little to stop it, as the Einerfin yells out in pain, crawling to the floor.*\n```Menakpa-6 medium wounds.\nNew enemy-Sylvia```"
},
{
"author": "Charlotte Caranaro",
"message": "*Charlotte would let out a feminine grunt as the kick connected with her shield. \"I keep getting sent back, dammit!\". Charlotte would soon notice the wolf attempting to lunge at Juna. She'd attempt to shield bash it out of the air in retaliation, taking her sword again and attempting to stab the wolf in the neck. If another attack would come from the others, Charlotte would continue to defend with her shield.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna jumped back as a reaction to the wolf coming towards her before seeing Charlotte coming in to defend her once more. Had the wolf gotten to her, she would have had to resort to sacrificing her bow in order to avoid getting her throat chewed out. She used what was left of her increased speed to retreat back once more, aiming again at the Canifor. She lowered it to the stomach area, no longer hesitating on trying to turn the Canifor into a pin cushion. Juna fires off another arrow at him, hoping for a more direct hit.*\n\n``` 5 Mana regained, 60 remaining\nPsionic Speed wears off after this turn```\n\n *Jace fell over from getting tackled by the oversized wolf and quickly tried to recover his footing. The jackal would snarl at the summon, circling the wolf. His ears flattened on his head with his lips drawn back to bare his fangs at the enemy in challenge. He would wait for his opponent to make a move basing his next attack on it.*"
},
{
"author": "Menakpa Rai'zar",
"message": "*Menakpa had eyes on the prize so to speak. She peeked back at her opponent and noticed another obvious large swing. Light covered her palm and she made to stabd up and directed her palm where the hammer's head would strike. She would have to time it right as her next course of action was a very dumb idea.\n\nMenakpa shifed her feet a little trying to predict the angle of trajectory towards the middle of the bridge and watched as he hammer swung and her ability kicked after a brief moment.*\n\n``Lightning Rod to propel towards the bridge: 10 mana spent/84.5 mana left = 74.5 mana``\n\n*In her other hand she's brace the axe up to brace for the sudden impact. How fast or far she would fly woud be dependant on luck.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Perfect. Quickly amongst the disorientation Charles sprinted back in at the Flit who was screaming in pain and beginning to crawl on the floor. Would he try for another deathly blow at his opponent? No. He didn't have the time and he didn't want to waste any excess time on him. Hastily, he flipped his sword in hand and delivered a powerful blow to the side of his otherwise protected head. In combination with a strong arm and the enchantments placed on his weapon, the force would be rather devastating for a 'human', and would hopefully knock the demon out cold. He'd do all this while on the move, sprinting past the Flit and charging the Goluth whether or not the blow knocked him out. Being only 10 feet apart, maybe he could help Menakpa get to the girl.. 'Sylvia' he heard her called.. Damned brat. We were trying to rescue them and this was the payback we got? It pissed him off. But, if they didn't bring the girl back that'd mean a deduction in pay. Anyways, both hands gripping the handle of his sword, his intention would be to stab directly into the back of the leg where the hamstring was located. If he could clip that tendon, the Goluth would be unable to lay chase and he could focus on grabbing the kids and forcing the pinch on the Oni and Canifor.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The wolf is knocked out of the air, plunging into the rushing river below. Juna's arrow flies through the air, hitting the Canifor's arm this time as he tries to block it. The Oni though, would grab the top of Charlotte's shield, pull it down, and launch an overhand strike to Charlotte's face. The second wolf leaps towards Juna in hopes of getting at her throat, and the Canifor rushes to almost melee range as well.*\n\n*Menakpa would knock back the hammer enough to prevent an attack, and the goluth retracts it for another swing. This time on the other side, and resets his stone skin ability. Charles would knock the lights out of the flit, the body falling onto the cold stone floor with a loud thud, blood from his cut tail seeping between the stones. The Goluth would swing at Menakpa with an overhand blow, but the blow is offset to the right due to Charles's stab, which would actually penetrate a decent amount through. Not quite enough to sever the tendon, but enough to restrict movement. If Menakpa didn't move, it would hit the far side of her right shoulder.*\n\n*The girl looks towards Charles this time, and her eyes glow red again. 2 pairs of fireballs once again fire, this time towards the vampiric knight.*"
},
{
"author": "Charlotte Caranaro",
"message": "*Charlotte would panic as the Oni dragged down her shield. She would release it, attempting to dodge the blow by rolling to the right. She would counter by drawing her sword and lunging at the Oni.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna quickly grabbed another arrow and notches it into her bow, not wanting to give up on her efforts of taking out the Canifor. She sees the wolf coming towards her, but this time displays no fearful reaction to it. Her Jackal saw his opportunity as the wolf had now seemingly taken its attention off him. Jace propelled himself towards the wolf, his legs a blur beneath him as he built up speed. He would launch himself towards the wolf's side, trying to grab at its throat with his teeth and tackle it to the ground by using the momentum he built. If he was successful, Juna would turn her aim back at the Canifor coming towards her. The tip would light up with a bright flame before she would shoot it off towards him. (If Jace wasn't successful she would use her bow to try protect herself).*\n\n```Flame shot: 5 Mana used, 55 remaining```"
},
{
"author": "xenics333",
"message": "^Menakpa moved to her left and readied a heavy blow. Lightning filled her arms again as she watched the hammer fall and then she made her move aiming for the hammer's exposed handle right above the giants hands.*\n\n\"If I can't cut you, I'll cut whats in my way!\" \n\n``Current 7.5 mana cost/ 67 mana left``\n\n\n\n*It was an all or nothing move. Charles did his part and now she had to do hers.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Charles would use the leg of the Goluth as cover from the pair of fireballs whilst dislodging his sword, waiting until they passed or struck at her friendly before sprinting into the open. The now shrunken Flit, who would have shrunk after losing consciousness lay limp on the floor was his target. Charles would grip it's body by the neck, impale the sword into the torso underneath the breastplate with a twist, and charge the girl while staying low. Should she fire more projectiles, Leo would use the body as a shield until he was close enough to knock her out. Unfortunately, one of the two children was a problem and he needed to dispose of that problem. The possibilities were not going to outweigh the advantages in this run. Not when they had evened the odds to a fair fight of 4 on 4 once more. If any of the others advanced to protect the girl, then he had given his team mates an advantage to team any of them. If no one ran to the aid of the girl, the vampiric knight would have a chance at taking her down and further turning the tables. Maybe they did have a chance to win this scrap after all..*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Charlotte's lunge using her sword would seem to be effective, until the Oni grabs the blade. A small amount of blood trickles from his hand. He smiles a little.*\n\n\"Blades? I don't need blades to make myself useful.\"\n\n*He quickly goes for a kick aimed at Charlotte's hand.*\n\n*Unfortnately, the wolf would be too quick and too big for Jace to be of any use. The wolf would then find its mouth being met by Juna's bow. The canifor was now in range, its red eyes glowing, as he launches a swipe towards his kin.*\n\n*Menakpa would not be able to cut the shaft of the hammer, because that's not how weapons work. It would bite into the wood slightly, but not enough to lob it off. The hammer's momentum bounces back, and the goluth grits his teeth as Charles rips his sword out. He would go for a low sweeping blow, one that would hit Charles first before Menakpa.*\n\n*The Goluth would not move, but Charles is able to dodge the flaming barrage. That would be bad. He successfully kills the now tiny imp, but using him as a shield would prove futile as he advances towards the girl. Her hand glows red, this time creating a large conic burst of flame, which would envelope the entirety of the vampiric knight if he didn't do anything about it.*"
}
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{
"author": "Charlotte Caranaro",
"message": "``5 mana regenerated from last turn, 95 total``\n*Charlotte would panic as the Oni grabbed her blade, releasing it and moving backwards as an attempt to dodge the kick. Charlotte would again, look over at Juna, seeing the attacking Canifor. She would move to tackle it down, and pin it under her, casting ``Empowered Strike (5 mana, 90 remaining)`` and punching right into the Canifor's throat.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*She tightened her hold on her bow as the wolf bit onto it, growling in annoyance. Juna would pivot on her foot, turning in a light swinging motion as an attempt to throw the wolf off her bow by using her bestial strength. If it was successful, she could at least keep her bow and try her best to help Charlotte out. Jace would sprint over to his owner's side looking around as if awaiting orders on who to fight next. Juna would glance between Charlotte, the Oni, and finally the Canifor and his wolves. With narrowed eyes, a white sphere would form in front of Juna the moment Charlotte would finish her attack. It would grow in size an form a small dome around the group (which I guess would end up being Charlotte, Juna, Jace, and maybe the Oni depending on if the wolf and Canifor gets knocked away).*\n\n```Project Ward: 10 Mana used; 5 Mana regenerated, 55 remaining```\n\n*Had tossing the wolf away would have required her to lose her bow, she would have done the same except now without a ranged weapon.*"
},
{
"author": "xenics333",
"message": "^*Menakpa noticed how the Giant whinced in pain. Seems their knight was able to break through and acted on that. Menakpa went through the giant's legs with her left hand sparking again and swung wildly at the obvious wound Charles had made one hand on her axe.\n\nHer right hand came crashing down on that hole the axe moved away and then she placed her hand on the same spot sending another Lightning bolt against that thigh.\n\n``Lightning Rod: 7.5 cost/69.5 mana``"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Charles was getting closer and closer to the girl, and then he saw flames begin to cone out. None of his companions knew, but for them to think fire is bad, he would surely think fire was* ***Worse*** *. Quickly he 'unsheathed' the blade from it's fleshy, limp 'scabbard' and punted the now small imp with a strong kick in hopes of covering some or most of the flame coming his way. If the body made it all the way to her, perhaps he'd buy some time by interrupting the little shit. Left kick coming back down, all he heard was the* ***Wooove*** *Of the hammer flying his way, which would successfully collide with the vampiric knight's right foot by the slimmest of margins due to him still coming back from the kick. Swept of his feet, even if it was a small clip, the knight would wince in pain. He couldn't jump fast enough to clear the height needed, so his foot took most of that impact, a muffled yelp as he hit the floor with a thud and tried to roll with it. Fortunately, Air Macen were quick to get back up on their feet, and rolling with the fall would not only likely clear him from the cone of fire, but allow him back on one knee rather than face flat on the floor. For a moment he glanced in the Goluth's direction only to see the crackling yellow energy of the Mogash target his weakened spot. She had it covered. And so once he could get back up he'd press on to finish covering the 15 feet or so left between he and the girl.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Charlotte would let go of her blade, causing the Oni to loose his balance and slightly fall back, which gave her enough time to punch the Canifor in the throat. Ouch. He backs away, holding the hit area.*\n\n*Juna's strength allowed her to toss the wolf over the side of the bridge, albeit with a little struggle. The barrier would now encompass only allies. Yay.*\n\n*Unfortunately for our favorite Mogash who loves tanking hits, the goliath raises his injured leg, being balanced from all those times in the mountains, avoiding the axe blow to his leg, and brings it down on her arm, preventing it from moving. It wouldn't hurt that much, but the real problem was that the Goluth swings using the hammer yet again, this time holding it much closer to the head, so that it would hit the Mogash's face if it's not interrupted. What's worse was that her axe has in the hand that was attached to the arm the enemy stepped on.*\n\n*The imp's tiny body would not shield Charles enough, and it would be engulfed by the flames, blocked from sight. The hammer would indeed trip him, but that wasn't the worse of his problems. The cone of flames torched the front of his body, the spell barely reaching him. It's better than being caught in the whole thing.*\n```Menakpa-1 minor injury, from Goluth stomp\nCharles-1 severe injury+dizzy effect```"
},
{
"author": "Charlotte Caranaro",
"message": "*Charlotte would let out a sigh of relief as the barrier encompassed them. She would look at Juna with a grateful look, though she wouldn't say anything. Thanks shouldn't be exchanged until the battle had ended, thats what the elf had always believed. Charlotte would turn back, checking if any of her lost equipment had made it in with her. If it had, she'd re equip it, if not then she'd prepare for hand to hand combat. That is, if her back up weapon didn't work too well.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "```-15 Mana since I didn't realize that two wolves took away 30 Mana instead of 15, 40 mana currently```\n\n *Juna let out a brief sigh of relief, seeing that she managed to buy them some time. She would look at the Oni, then turn her gaze towards the Canifor with narrowed eyes. Jace would growl at him from where he stood beside her, drawing Juna's attention. The Canifor had already tried tearing her apart by throwing an entire pack at her. Now, seeing that he had gotten hit in throat and assuming he wouldn't be able to howl for back up temporarily, she decided to return the favor. Juna howled up towards the moon, summoning two wolves to her side once again.*\n\n```Howl of the Pack: -30 Mana, 10 Mana Remaining```\n\n *Jace would come to stand between the two wolves and at Juna's command, the three of them would charge towards the Canifor. The two wolves would go for the Canifor's legs, trying to bite down on them. Meanwhile Jace would attempt to launch himself directly into the Canifor, his jaws opened wide to try to bite down on his throat if the Jackal managed to knock him over with the two wolves' help. \n\n Juna grabbed an arrow from her quiver, readying it in her bow while she waited for Charlotte to try recollect her lost equipment.*"
},
{
"author": "Menakpa Rai'zar",
"message": "*Menakpa screamed in pain as she became pinned underneath a large leg. It was her strong arm too that carried her axe. With her weak hand she pointlessly pushed and smacked at that rock covered leg squirming under heel.* \"Let me go!\"\n\n*She kicked and pulled which only made it hurt more and in her stubborn state refused to release her weapon. She struggled like an animal and finally let her grip loose hoping it would provide her room to slip away. Menakpa expected the giant to toss a final death blow so she charged her hand waiting for the strike to deflect it and provide some time for herself.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*An inhuman hiss emanated behind steel as fire made contact with his unprotected sections: namely his neck. The clothe would provide some sort of barrier but otherwise did little to nothing to prevent the immense heat, which forced him to leap back behind the range of her cone after recovering from the trip, 15 feet away from her. He heard the slam behind him, and a scream for help, which would snap him out of his somewhat enraged state after taking such a burn. Yes.. He had to fall away from the girl. There was no way he could safely handle her on his own, so he retreated and rushed the Goluth. He had to take him down quickly.. Sword in hand and kite shield strapped to his back he ran at the Giant who seemingly had the upper hand. Sorry Menakpa.. But this vampire would not be saving her from the strike in any way she'd anticipate. Instead he leaped upward while it's attention lay on the Mogash, and thrust upward in an attempt to stab into his neck right where the throat lay. Dizzy or not, he didn't have to worry about accuracy with a target as big as a Mountain of a Man, and he wouldn't hae to worry about the hammer as it was already aiming for his companion. As much as he disliked using her as bait he had previously mentioned that Leo did not intend on dying for anyone here. If he managed to throw the Goluth off balance however, she could possibly save herself.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The Oni swiftly takes care of the two wolves, doing two midair kicks which swiftly disposed of each, snapping their necks. The Canifor would angrily launch 2 swipes at the barrier, which promptly breaks.*\n\n*Menakpa's strategy of trying to deflect the hammer actually works, as both the hammer and and spell have massive hitboxes. Charles's massive strength and powerful weapon allow him to bypass the Goliath's defensive, the stab piercing the goliath's neck, killing him.*\n\n*Only problem, during his leap, the girl sends another barrage, this time infused with holy magic, predicting Charles's path. It would be difficult to pull out his sword in time to be able to dodge it.*"
},
{
"author": "Charlotte Caranaro",
"message": "``5 mana regenerated, 95 total``\n*Charlotte was up against a wall, with out her weapons, she didn't have a way to defend herself. Luckily, she did still had a weapon, one not many could expect. Charlotte would cast a spear shot into the floor ``Spear shot (15 mana used, 80 mana remaining)``. Picking it up and stabbing at the approaching canifor.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna took a couple steps back, pulling back the string of her bow. Jace would return to her side, shaking out his fur and coming to stand guard near her. Juna locked her aim on the Oni, frustrated at him for killing off her pack of wolves. She would lower her aim to just below the stomach region and would release an arrow, grabbing at another arrow from her quiver to ready another shot. She wasn't sure how much longer the two of them would be able to hold off for, but she would continue to try to buy them some time by backing up Charlotte with her range attack.*\n\n```5 Mana regenerated, 15 Mana Remaining```"
},
{
"author": "xenics333",
"message": "^*Menakpa stood up her strong arm hurt and herself looking badly beaten up. Still she drew two spears tossed one Charles's way and aimed the second one for the girl. \n\nHer throwing arm lit up with more lightning using the spear like a lightning rod for more damage. She paced her eyes on her target and let it loose in another expert toss.\n\nThe spear in her grasp shot up forward at her backwards so that the metal handle would strike at her belly. Her goal was to knock the little demon's breath away or in a best case scenario knock her out entirely.*^\n\n``Current: 10 mana/ 56.5 mana left.``"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Dropping down and rolling behind the Goluth, he stayed crouched as the holey volley struck all four times at the torso of her now dead mercenary. Charles figured she was the one paying them. She had to be.. Otherwise they'd not allow her to intervene or be comfortable in any case fighting us with their attention turned away from her. But enough thought. As the spear was tossed his direction, he nodded gratefully, and rushed forward once more. He was careful not to get within range of her Fireblast, as he now knew she had that up her sleeve, and kept his body close and low with the Kite shield extended from his shield hand to cover a majority of his body. If the spear Menakpa launched was successful in stalling her, he'd leap for the backside of the boy, risking injury to him if she tried to attack the vampire once more. This is what he needed. Assuming he could, she would know one wrong move and Charles could thrust the pointed end of this polearm right into her beloved.*\n`\"No more funny business Sylvia. Make a move and he dies. They make a move, and he dies.\"` *Hopefully this would catch the attention of one of the other's whether it be the Oni or Canifor. If they were brought to help, that'd mean a two on one advantage for Juna and Charlotte.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Charlotte's innovation would end up with an impaled Canifor, the silver fur stained with scarlet. The arrow, however, would simply thud against the Oni's abdomen not creating any significant damage. He launches a ferocious punch towards the Charlotte, a right hook for her head. He would speak, and it seems like he's worked with the canifor before.*\n\n\"This is for you, Drasor!\"\n\n*The spear that was flying through the air would be intercepted by a white barrier created by Sylvia seemingly. She seems mad now, that most of her team is dead. Charles is also stopped, but the barrier shatters. She snarls, and responds.*\n\n\"I won't go back there! Never again! And I'm taking Mattaeus with me! That old man won't be able to do anything to me ever again!!\"\n\n*She moves Mattaeus away from the knight.*"
},
{
"author": "Charlotte Caranaro",
"message": "Charlotte would dodge the blow by jumping onto her back. She'd then use the spears length to impale the Oni in the chest while on the floor. Aiming for the center of his chest where his heart is."
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would see the Oni go for Charlotte, feeling helpless with her arrows not doing much to damage it. Already she had an arrow readied in her bow, so she would decide to lift the bow up and fire off one more shot at the Oni. After shooting the arrow, despite the outcome, she would slowly lower her bow and sling it across her torso securely as it once was. Jace would remain tense beside her, guarding the small area around his owner as he readied himself in case he had to fight something else.*"
},
{
"author": "xenics333",
"message": "I charlotte Juna and the Oni still in the dome?"
},
{
"author": "Menakpa Rai'zar",
"message": "*Menakpa noticed Charles pausing in his assault. If he was strong enough to strike a single deathblow to such a creature then he surely coud handle a little girl. Especially with that dome down now and being in arm's reach of him.\n\nMenakpa readied another spear scowling at the other unfamiliar beings. She spotted Juna and Charlette and rushed towards them.\n\nLightning emcompassed her arm again and infused her spear. In one swoop that spear went flying aimed for the red oni. Menakpa was all too familiar with their anatomy.\n\nStill just in case her aim was off or the loss of strength she trusted in her years of hunting and put everything she had into this one blow.*\n\n``Current: 10 Mana/ 61.5 mana = 51.5 mana total.``"
}
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{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Charles could easily skewer her if he hadn't let his assault down. Out of frustration, he slammed the spear down, which dug in between two slabs of stone and stuck there on it's own. His free hand gripped at the chin of his mask and lifted it up enough for Sylvia to see his face, which was much more gentle than one would expect, a pale shade of while seeming all the more ghostly in the night. She could see his anger. But he did not attack. Instead, he allowed this time in which the three of his companions finished business to be used for interrogation.* \n\n`\"We were supposed to rescue you two from these kidnappers. Give me a good reason as to why I shouldn't allow these lovely friends of mine knock you out and drag you back to the old man?\"` *His voice was cold, and if she could notice his neck was burned severely which must have made even speaking painful for the young vampire.* `\"You were the ones who employed these mercenaries. Right? As you can see.. You weren't very safe with them. Convince us however..\"` *His voice trailed off. Maybe she'd pick up the hint. He was negotiating with her. If that wasn't a good enough sign of forgiveness for the nasty injury he had received from her directly, he wondered what would be considered such.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The Oni's knee repels the incoming attack from Charlotte, and the arrow thuds against the Oni's thick skin. He lifts up his foot, and it looks like he's going for a killshot in Charlotte.*\n\n*The dead one would be him, however, as the spear pierces through, the point sticking out of his chest. His defenses had needed a great amount of force to be penetrated, and Menakpa had done it. As he dies and slowly falls to the floor, a small red crystal falls out of his pocket and shatters.*\n\n*The girl raises her hand, aimed towards Charles, the hand swirling with fiery magic, her red eyes glowing.*\n\n\"That man? The one who hired you I presume? He's done things to me, things that-\"\n\n*Her voice suddenly breaks up, eyes changing color from scarlet to cerulean, at the same time the crystal shatters. Her remaining words would be done in sobs.*\n\n\"-things that I never want to experience again! He's a monster! Nothing compared to what I hired!\"\n\n*She begins to cry, now kneeling on the floor. Seems like their job is done.*\n\n*Mattaeus also joins in. He can't see well, but he bends down and attempts to sooth her by placing his tied hands on her shoulder. Hers quickly darts to grab onto his.*"
},
{
"author": "Charlotte Caranaro",
"message": "*Charlotte would let out a sigh of relief as the Oni fell over, dead. If it had not been for the Mogash's spear, the elf could have died. She would lay on the floor, relaxing slightly and looking up at Juna* \n\"Its finally over... That was tough... Good job Juna, you were a fine archer to have backing me up... And thanks for that shield, gave me a good breather, even is not long.\"\n*Charlotte would get up slowly, the spear unsummoning from her hand. She would recollect her things. Sheathing them in their respective places and approaching the Mogash, extending her hand as thanks.*\n\"Thank you Mogash, I suppose i owe you my life now. I could of died right there if not for you... I hope we could be good friends after this.\"\n*She would nod to the ogress if she accepted her handshake, shrugging if not. After she'd approach the crying girl. Looking at them with sympathy, but then again, this whole thing was the girls fault. She would draw her sword, preparing to cut the boy free*\n\"I can cut you free now or later boy, take your pick.\"\n*Her tone was serious and rude, she had had enough today, and didn't want to put up with the girl.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief. After all this time, finally the battle was over. Jace would bark at the others, his fur still standing on end in aggression and in response, Juna would crouch down and pet the Jackal lightly on his head to calm him.*\n\"It's okay Jace... They're all gone...\"\n\n *Juna said it with a inaudible chuckle as Jace let out a huff of air, letting his fur lie flat and moving to sniff around the area. Juna's ears turned to the side, hearing Charlotte complimenting her for her efforts. She was going to thank Charlotte in response, seeing as the elf had managed to protect her from practically every attack, but no words would form, causing Juna to fall quiet again. Instead, she shyly turned her attention to the kids, hearing the girl state that the old man had done terrible things to her. Juna stood back up and walked over to the group that had formed near them. The statement confused her as the old man didn't seem to be that bad in her mind, though it did occur to her that maybe she shouldn't be so trusting on everything she's told. Was this whole for nothing? Juna's head and tail fur stood on end, similar to Jace, at the thought of them going through with this whole battle only to be told that it was all a ruse. Jace would return to her side, coming to sit down as he saw no other threats.*"
},
{
"author": "Menakpa Rai'zar",
"message": "*Menakpa had readied another spear and was the last to realize the fighting was over. Finally her tension could release itself. She would find herself coughing as burns and bruises clearly shown the damage done to her insides.\n\nMenakpa made her way back to the body of the giant to pick up her axe and took her time going over to the bridge with Charles. She watched the elven warrior come her way and she's gladly take her hand in honor.*\n\n\"My name is Menakpa. And I would have guessed you could have handled it all by yourself.\"\n\n*Menakpa squeezed down hard and smiled at her ally. Her gaze would travel over to Juna and she pulled out some jerky she had made and offered it to Juna and a piece for Jaco.*\n\n\"Valiant fight and a good kill.\""
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Something changed in her. The vampiric knight threw his shield over his back and knelt down to continue his conversation with Sylvia. He was rather intrigued if he could say so, despite the obvious grudge he held against her nearly burning his face to ruin. What did he do to her? Were there others that he was traumatizing like the young mage-girl? Or was all of that torture an overactive imagination in the mind of a young and innocent girl. Innocent or not, she had no hesitation earlier when it came to firing upon another being. That was going to be something to consider.* \n`\"Sylvia. What did that man do to you?\"` *If she looked back up, the anger had subsided itself and all that was left was a blank expressionless face, which peered down with an icy gaze. Charlotte's action was meant from a sudden glare from the Vampire, before his attention turned back* `\"Did he do despicable things to you? As far as we were concerned, he had hired for your return safely. Now that you're speaking of him as a devil rather than a saint, I have my own questions to dictate who's side I choose.\"` *Charles waited patiently for her to speak. If she kept sobbing, he'd simply wait a little longer before making another action.* `\"What say you.. Mattaeus.. That's the name, right?\"` *He had remembered her muttering his name twice, but had to be sure he heard correctly.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The boy, Mattaeus, would nod and hold out his hands. Once his bindings are cut off, he would take off his blindfold. Sylvia quickly looks back and the two of them would quickly embrace, the girl sobbing. After a while, Sylvia turns back to answer the questions.*\n\n\"He-he does things to me. Bad things. Pl-please don't make me talk about them.\"\n\n\"I remember seeing a red crystal, dangling above my eyes while someone was chanting. Then, I became angry. So much that I ended up hiring these beasts to disguise Mattaeus and I by making it look we were kidnapped. Mattaeus didn't know until now.\"\n\n\"I-I'm sorry!!!\""
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna would tilt her head at the girl's explanation, feeling bad for her. She wasn't quite sure what bad things the girl could have meant, but Juna didn't try to press on for a further explanation. Jace would quickly grab the jerky that Manekpa offered, eating it down quickly. Juna would be more hesitant as she respectfully takes the piece she was offered and, looking down at Jace, would allow him to have it as an extra treat for his hard work. The jackal grabbed the piece in his mouth and ate it down before wandering off around the area while the others spoke. Juna turned her attention back to the two children, curiosity passing over her as they mentioned some red crystal that had seemed to drive the girl into the state she was in.*\n\"A red crystal...?\"\n\n *She says the question under her breath, marking her confusion. Jace would wander over to the fallen Oni, sniffing around him at the remains of the shattered crystal.*"
},
{
"author": "Menakpa Rai'zar",
"message": "*Menakpa was relieved that Juna and her jackal were able to relax some. Her promise for keeping them safe was far outweighed by the unexpected circumstances blocking them from just two children.\n\nThe Mogash's body seemed darken is several areas, noting internal damage among several burns. This did not please Menakpa and she marched her way over to the children and Charles.*\n\n\"I have half a mind to break her legs and let the old man take her!\" *She spouted out running fingers over a scorch mark along her waist.*\n\n\"What should we do?\" *She turned to Charles for the answer gazing at him as if she had sworn loyalty to the undead knight. For once Menakpa stared upon his bare face almost swooned at the sight. So he was undead. But his strength was enough to hint at the potential for a strong legacy.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "`\"Go on Sylvia. I assure you none of us are very happy with being struck by the one who we considered a hostage.\"` *The vampiric knight seemed to keep his eyes on the pair of children. All he needed was a good enough reason to go off of and he'd attempt to sway the group.* `\"Would you like us to confront him directly? As you can see, he sent people to handle your hired muscle instead of coming after you himself. I'm sure if we can handle two demons, a giant, and a canifor we can handle one old man if going gets rough.\"` \n*Perhaps some time to dwell on the thought is all they needed. And so, the knight would stand back up and walk down the bridge where they came from, silent steps of leather boots traversing the cobblestone foundation. His eyes befell the Flit, now tiny and motionless with blood spilt out from underneath the breastplate in a pool of the dark red fluid. Then the Goluth, which he and his companion had slain only moments ago. He turned the face of the giant to face him, even though he was now motionless. Gripping the handle of his sword he tore the blade out of his throat, closed his eyes and dropped the head back to the floor. Next he would bend over and take hold of his darkened black cotton cloak, throwing the draping fabric back around his neck and tying the laces in place. Down came his mask, and sheathed was his blade before he finally began to make his way back. If the girl said anything whilst he was busy collecting his things and looting the corpses, he'd likely not hear.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Sylvia scoots away from the Mogash, eyes wide in fear. Mattaeus stands in front of her, trying to protect her, but it's obvious he's afraid as well.*\n\n*The girl hesitantly nods in response. The two get up, and they all head back the the village, presumably.*\n\n```At the village```\n\n*Once they got there, the old man would be there, waiting. A table lay with 4 pouches, equally filled.*\n\n\"I see you have done your job well. May the gods thank you for returning these wonderful children.\"\n\n*The two children stand like statues, looking like they're afraid to move. The old man beckons towards Sylvia and she timidly walks forward. The robed figure then holds her close, a bit too close.*"
},
{
"author": "com.co",
"message": "~~*Sex slave perhaps?*~~ maybe just his daughter who he preformed experiments on for the sake of religion. Classic crazy priest, \"In the name of God!\" And what not"
},
{
"author": "Charlotte Caranaro",
"message": "*Charlotte watched as the Slyvia approached the elder. She would hold her sword, preparing for a fight. \"We didn't question that girl for nothing, so I assume something is coming up?\". The elf girl didn't have much experience with solving mysteries. She was a mercenary after all, not a detective. Charlottes face would mold into an uncomfortable disgust as she watched the old man. He was holding her a little *Too* Close, no? There was a perverted elder just like him in her old village. All the women would complain about him groping them. The other men payed no mind up untill the women did something about it themselves. The guys seemed to of gained respect and fear for the other gender. Anyways, she'd wait for someone else to make the first move. She didn't want to do something and have the group despise her for it. In the mean time, she'd just wait patiently, hand on her sword, ready for battle.*"
},
{
"author": "Juna Carse",
"message": "*Juna stood uncomfortably watching the girl and old man. After what Sylvia had told them earlier, Juna didn't have the best feeling about him anymore. Once again, she had lost her trust in someone and was at an uncertainty of who's story to believe. Juna didn't go for her bow however. The idea of attacking an elder didn't really sound like the best to her. Instead her ear and tail fur merely stood on end. The money was there, so he didn't lie about that part, but should they really leave the kids to a man they hardly knew? Her natural naivety couldn't answer that for her, so she could only look at the two kids helplessly. Seeing Charlotte reach down for her sword, Juna would idly move her hand to her side where she kept her dagger tucked away. She couldn't imagine herself using it now, but the tension in the air seemed obvious to her that she found the need to ready herself.*"
},
{
"author": "Menakpa Rai'zar",
"message": "*Menakpa was fed up with all this. It anmoyed her and because it did so she eas angry. Not being the best at suppressing her emotions, she swiped one bag of gold and stuffed it into her person.*\n\n\"A deal's a deal old man. Just lke those fiends on the bridge. We had a job and we finished it.\" *She snarled at the cloaked figure narrowing her eyes clearly with violent intent like a beast behind a cage.*\n\n\"Don't call on me again!\" *She warned and backed away from the table.*"
},
{
"author": "Charles S Leonhart",
"message": "*Last to arrive at the back of the party was Charles. As always, he had the flowing cloak behind him, as he kicked one leg up and over to hop off his horse. He was close enough behind the rest of them to know fully what was happening, and rather than appearing hostile, the vampiric knight simply walked to the table, took the bags and tossed one to Juna and the other to Charlotte.*\n`\"As you can see, both children are unharmed.\"` *Leo rounded the table slowly, to where the three villagers would be. If he played his cards right he may be able to get a confession from him without much resistance. Slowly he paced his steps until he was right behind the old man, his hand gripping onto the handle of his sword tightly. To his party, Leo appeared to have his face only inches away from the side of the old man's head, and a cold, raspy, ghostly whisper left his lips which only his now ex client could hear.*\n`\"I know what you are..\"` *It didn't quite matter if this was his village or not. What mattered was what the vampire's moral compass told him. That would determine which side he chose.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The old man responds*\n\n\"I have no idea what you're talking about.\"\n\n*His grip on Sylvia tightens, and tears start to flow down her eyes. She can sense something, the old man's hand suddenly glowing orange and being raised-*\n\n*-before fading away. The old man would suddenly find a war dart in his throat, blood trickling down his black robes. Sylvia would then rush to hug Mattaeus, ignoring the party around them.*\n\n```End of Quest. 13 gold per person, 2 UP per person.```"
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{
"author": "xelvedra",
"message": "*It was a bright afternoon. Irunia's damp weather was already a few miles away now that Chair reached the Empire's border. Ah, finally! A salvainian town. He would've finally been able to find some rest - and some food, after his recent adventures.*\n*It seemed like a charming little village lost in the countryside. The dense forest bordered the dirt path while wheat fields extended as far as the eye can see. Despite being quite isolated from bigger salvainian cities, the town was surprisingly full of life as many passengers wandered across the main street, whether it was to join Irunia or to take a look at the numerous shops animated by their loudly speaking owners.*\n*While Chair would've approached the town slowly, another singular character wasn't far.*\n*A young-looking macen was making some business with a local merchant. Surely he had a sharp ability for bargaining, which was quite impressive for someone that young. While he wasn't never truly alone, his master would've probably left him for a while, leading his caravan to the center of the town.*\n*But the two protagonists wouldn't have seen the shadow looming over them. Or more precisely, over Chair, as their Bad Day was about to begin in a matter of minutes.*\n\n*A female voice raised.*\n`\"It's him!\"`\n*Suddenly, two women stood on the path, blocking Chair from entering town.*\n*The first one on his left was an average-sized macen, wearing a full set of leather armor. She was already pointing her short bow on him while her backup dagger remained on her belt.*\n*The second female figure seemed human as well, but her particular ears and her blue skin would've allowed one to identify her as a m'lysta. She stood on his right, partially hiding behind her comrade, and was even less protected than the latter, only wearing leather ankle boots and a long, white linen tunic. A big m'lystan staff rested between her fingers and stood tall on the ground.*\n*Another voice raised. A confident, masculine voice which remained soothe despite the announcement.*\n\n`\"Well, well. Finally. I heard rumors about a deceiptive pyromaniac who burnt a forest near Narshapi. They said that this person was using a stupid decoy, pretending to be a chair.\"`\n*The voice came from the town. A high elf rested his back on a house's stone wall. That one was far more equipped than his friends, wearing a full set of Almain Rivet armor. No weapon could've been seen on his belt however, but he wasn't moving. Did the girls work for him?*\n`\"... Of course I was interested! That's why I sent my team across the Empire to get informations about your location. And guess what? We... We found you! Hahaha! I can't believe it! Please follow us without making trouble, it's better for both of us. I'd like to deliver you alive, so we can get the best of your bounty.\"`\n*A shadow emerged behind Chair's back during his speech. Where did he came from? Upon inspection, he could've identified it as a strong reptilian. He was covered by a lamellar armor, front, back and tassets, and displayed his huge war axe with pride. He was ready to prevent him to flee.*\n*What an unfair fight. Four versus one. And why would they attack someone as defenseless as a simple furniture? Were those rumors true? Arcano would've probably been able to smell the injustice spreading in the air.*\n*The group of mercenaries was waiting on an answer and didn't prepare any move, besides the macen readying her bow.*"
},
{
"author": "chair._._.",
"message": "*\"Ah shit here whe go again\" Was thinking chair when he heard the \"It's him!\",guess this wasn't gonna be a peacefull day after all,and it especialy wasn't gonna be fair in a 4v1, But what he knew is that the elf was probably reallly stupid, trusting a rumor like that whitout even trying to find proof to see if those rumor where true, even tough they where true, another why he think that they where dumb it's that they got 2 people side by side, wich is really stupid when you are fighting agaisn't something whit attacks that spreads.*\n``\"You really wanna do this today, can't whe do that tomorow,especialy since you didn't check if those rumors where true? Nah? Welp, too bad for you,i gues you really wanta fight that badly since you don't check if rumors are true, so i ain't give that to you\"``\n*After that he trew a whip seed at the ground where the two women where standing,he would then proceed to run into the wheat field,if he would be folowed, he would then start to walk to seemingly random directions, hoping to lose the others, since he was small, he would leave less mark to folow,make less noise that the other that would enter the field since he would move way less wheat by walking, and would be harder to spot in there, since wheat is f'in tall*\n```chair's mana: 113.5/120```"
},
{
"author": "unwrd.",
"message": "*( gimme an hour or so )*\n*( I shall respond! )*"
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{
"author": "Arcano Sternthorne * The Solace",
"message": "*Vielle, a small, rather distinctive village that marked the entrance into Salvainia, was known by many as the village of bells. Every house, every shop and every light post was adorned in bells. Tiny tinkling silver ones, great gonging golden ones. Morning to night the coast on which the village sat was filled with the ringing of bells. They never fell silent, ringing to guide her people home. It was this sonorous sound, as well as the laughter of children that seemed to draw Arcano to this side of the village, where shops full of vivid colours and multitudes and multitudes of foods littered the street. It was alive, almost the vivacious, beating heart of Salvainia, he would argue, and yet he'd barely even traveled around much of the Kingdom anyways.*\n\n*Slender fingers glided over today's fruit and vegetables that had been put out for sale, they paused with slight indesisiveness, then moved towards a group of honeysuckle, then to some wild melon until Arcano was sure that he had enough fruit to last a week. Not that he really needed it, persay, his master always made sure that there was enough food stocked up for the countless hours they spent travelling. Honestly it was a slight surprise that they had remained here, in Vielle, for longer than two days. Speaking of, he thought as he turned his head towards a group of children pretend duelling with birch wood sticks, he wondered where Master Jaquin had wandered off to. The slight recollection of a murmer that he \"Needed to plan a trade deal\" Played upon Arcano's memory, yet still there was the standoffish feeling that something else was at play here.*\n.\n\n*Slender fingers glided over today's fruit and vegetables that had been put out for sale, they paused with slight indesisiveness, then moved towards a group of honeysuckle, then to some wild melon until Arcano was sure that he had enough fruit to last a week. Not that he really needed it, persay, his master always made sure that there was enough food stocked up for the countless hours they spent travelling. Honestly it was a slight surprise that they had remained here, in Vielle, for longer than two days. Speaking of, he thought as he turned his head towards a group of children pretend duelling with birch wood sticks, he wondered where Master Jaquin had wandered off to. The slight recollection of a murmer that he \"Needed to plan a trade deal\" Played upon Arcano's memory, yet still there was the standoffish feeling that something else was at play here.*\n\n*Well, he'd get to that in a moment, there was a few more items on his shopping list, a few more polite conversations with the village people, a few more things to do before he made his way back to his homely abode. Of course, he would soon catch the loud female voice that pulled his interest. His amber-flecked eyes looked around for the voice, before landing on a group of people around the entrance to the village. The group spoke loud enough to be heard by those who decided to listen, and by now, when Arcano had realised the situation, and that the .. Piece of furniture (yes, like most he would find the while idea of a talking chair rather uncanny) was being threatened, he knew action had to be taken.*\n.\n\n*And yet he hesitated for a moment.*\n\n*In theory, it would have made sense to defend the chair, had he not been so wild as to have burnt down an entire forest. And for sure, that was something he couldn't condone. Yet, seeing it being cornered like so, by people who surely just wanted to turn him in for the ransom money sparked a flame of concern within his youthful stature. Placing his basket of fruit into the arms of the shopkeeper with a nod of thanks, he moved with swift motion towards the group, his puffed clothes and black cropped hair flowing in the wind. As he moved, he saw the chair throw a whip seed then turn and run off into the wheat field. Not exactly a good sign.*\n\n*Running through the obscuring gas, he would turn towards the four and summon his trusty blade in his palm, had the chair's use of distraction had not proved to work, ready to disengage the miscreants if they were to try and follow the chair.*\n\n``` 25 mana used to summon Arcano's Rapier | Mana: 105/130 ```"
},
{
"author": "xelvedra",
"message": "`\"Maryn! Watch out!\"` *The m'lystan girl shouted to her macen comrade as Chair casted a first spell.*\n`\"I know, Merise!\"` *The latter firmly answered.*\n*The archer, who already had her bow ready, moved out of range to avoid the projectile. At their surprise, it wasn't fire magic, but a fast-growing vine which was given birth. But it didn't prevented Merise from loosing her readied arrow on her fleeing target.*\n*Fortunately for him, it only impaled one of his 'legs', but that would've caused him to stop him in his escape before he could reach the wheat fields. The pain was endurable, but an unnatural cold spread in his body.*\n`\"Why would you attempt to flee if you were innocent? Now please... I don't want to hurt you. Surrender without trouble.\"` *The female macen frowned while readiying another arrow.*\n`\"I suggest you to obey Merise, sir. Who knows? She could loose an arrow to your face without even knowing!\"` *The high elf added while chuckling.*\n*During this time, the athletic reptilian would've just walked toward their foe, slowly closing the gap between them.*\n*But the elf would've noticed a new figure joining into the fray. While he still didn't move, he would've loudly called upon the young androgynous man.*\n`\"Hey, you! What are you doing? It's dangerous here!\"`\n*He then heavily frowned when the rapier's steely reflection blinded his sight.*\n`\"I don't know what you have in head, youngster. But... You better sheathe that pretty sword.\"` *He averted him while crossing his arms again.*\n\n\nChair's whipping vine is fully grown! (0/3)```"
},
{
"author": "chair._._.",
"message": "``because i don't fucking know if you don't just want to sell me as a slave god damnit, if i would be that dude you where searching i would have used god damn fire magic to burn you alive and would have walked into the forest where it would be easier to incapacitate you, how much could that bounty could even be, 5-6 gold if i remember right? You would really risk getting your skin burned of for that low of a reward? So how about whe make a deal,i give you 7,50 gold and you leave me and... This guy alone, i got important things to do and this is just making the both of us waste time.`` \n*His tone of voice seemed peacefull and ready to make a deal, well as peacefull as you can be when you got shot a arrow in the leg and are completely naked because they made you get out of your transformation, what chair wanted here is for those guy's to ~~fuck off~~ leave him alone and that no civilian get involved, it was his mess up that he accidentaly burned this forest, after saing that he saw the reptilan walking toward him.*\n`` And you don't get closer, i havent use painfull attacks for a reason.``\n*He said as he trew another vine rock between him and the reptilian,this was just to make a \"Wall\" Between him and the reptilian so he won't try to attack him*\n```Chair's mana: 105/120```"
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"author": "xelvedra",
"message": "Chair's whipping vine 1 1/3\nChair suffers a -0.2 GS debuff from the numbness! 1/2\nThraoz the reptilian destroys whipping vine 2!```\n\n*Thraoz didn't see it coming. The Firestorm successfully hit the reptilian's lamellar breastplate, but like Chair would've guessed, the crocodile's skin wasn't burned at all, although due to the close range and strength of the impact, Thraoz was sent 2m backward and had to recover from the shock, as the wave of flames surrounding him started to ignite the grass. Fortunately, the field wasn't burning... Yet.*\n*Meanwhile, the stranger's katana met Nàmo's defensive spell.*\n`\"That's a beautiful weapon, but... You must be foolish if you think you can strike me like this!\"`\n*The high elf displayed a haughty face as a weapon started to appear in his hand: a summoned flamberge.*\n*The allied macen backed away from his opponent and shouted at Chair.*\n`\"Jeez. Hey, chairman! I have a plan. But we need to take out the mage and the archer first!\"`\n*His blade sparked again as he rushed toward the m'lysta, who just got her staff back.*\n*Busy summoning his weapon, the leader called for her ally who was about to get sliced.*\n`\"Merise! Careful!\"`\n*The latter screamed and casted a barrier to defend herself, successfully absorbing the slash.*\n*Finally, the macen archer wouldn't allow her reptilian fellow to be left alone. She extended her arm and would've shot an icy fireball at him.*\n\nThraoz recovers from Firestorm!\n\n\nChair's whipping vine 1 2/3```"
},
{
"author": "chair._._.",
"message": "*Chair's firestorm having done what it was suposed to do was good,but he wouldn't really have time to breathe has he heard what his teammate had to say and saw a iceball flying at him, but to be serious for a moment, this dude trowed a ice ball, AN ICE BALL, at someone that heavely uses FIRE.*\n*Of course since chair was a fire user he would use firestorm on the frostball, to first of all destroy it and send the waves of flame either hiting one of his enemies or just burning the vines, wich would in term burn the enemies close to the vines.*\n``VINES, FIRE, CLOWNS , I CAN DO ANYTHING!``\n*~~also a quick reminder, whille chair do all of this he is completely naked because he got no f'in clothe~~*\n```Chair used firestorm... Again!\nChair's mana: 60/120!```"
},
{
"author": "xelvedra",
"message": "*The temperature went up really fast. From someone who claimed innocent, he had a lot of firepower under his arms. The firestorm melted the frostball like butter, obviously.*\n`\"Maryn!\"` *She m'lysta shouted.* `\"Lower yourself, quick!\"`\n*Her hand glowing blue, she casted a water bubble the size of a basketball which collided with the fire, thus creating a thick vapor mist. She had nothing to fear from the katana-wielder thanks to her shield.*\n*But the latter had other plans. Merise's comrade was defenseless now. It was a golden opportunity to strike. Wary to not kill her, he would've insured that she wouldn't have moved for a while and successfully slashed her knee joint. The archer then collapsed on the dirt screaming.*\n`\"I'm sorry, lad. That guy seems like a nice fellow. And I want some gold, too.\"` *The blademaster calmly apologized.* `\"One down, chairman! I'll get the other one!\"`\n*Chair wouldn't have been able to see through the dense mist, but he would've been able to hear his words.*\n`\"You!... What did you do to Maryn?!\"` *The high elf lost his temper.*\n*His flamberge in hand now, he would've rushed in the mist, where the stranger's voice was located, his own blade crackling with electricity.*\n*But Chair had his own problems. While the numbness of the icy arrow was gone now, the reptilian had recovered and closed the gap, raising his axe. He seemed to aim at one of the naked man's legs.*\n*What would've Chair done? Would he have rather blocked the high elf running toward his temporary ally, So the could've been able to disable the water mage? Or would have he rather saved his own leg from the axe chop? The decision was his, but he had to make his choice quickly.*\n\nMerise is protected by Project Ward! 1/2, 1 hit left\n\nNàmo is protected by Aura of Defense! 2/2, 1 hit left\nChair's whipping vine 1 3/3```"
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{
"author": "xelvedra",
"message": "*As Chair threw another vine, this time perfectly aimed at the immobile girls, the water mage casted a protective ward on the crawling archer who just got her bow in hands, though she was still sticked to the ground because of the injury which wasn't fully healed yet.*\n`\"Maryn! No!\"` *The m'lysta screamed while trying to protect her ally.*\n*As the reptilian recovered his sight, the first thing he'd have seen would've been the new growing vine which targeted the womans.*\n`\"Don't worry girlss! I'll deal with it!\"` *Thraoz loudly reassured them as he rushed at the magical plant.*\n*Unfortunately for them, the crocodile was too far away to cut the vine before it fully matured, as the latter made a first 360° sweep and hit the m'lysta's belly, throwing her down around one meter away.*\n*Meanwhile, the allied macen smirked. It was time. Chair set up the perfect configuration, at last.*\n`\"Hehe. Good work, chairman! Now's my time for my secret trick.\"`\n*While the high elf prepared another thrust, the ally's eyes started to glow white and soon, a strong gust of wind blew his opponent a few meters backward since he had nothing to block this kind of spell at a range that close.*\n`\"Y-You bastard! Do you realize what you are saying?! You must be arrested!\"` *The mercenary leader threw at the duo.*\n*After the high elf was far enough, the air macen interupted his spell and rushed to his furniture ally.*\n`\"Now's the time, my dude! We're out of here!\"` *He shouted while pointing at the wheat fields.*\n*And he was right. Since the two were outnumbered and the latter were more prepared, the best bet was to flee. Maybe did he have another trick in his sleeves to make that escape successful? In any case, whereas the high elf started to dash into their direction, the duo was ahead. That was their chance.*\n\nMerise receives 1 Minor injury at her belly because of the vine's whip!\n\nMaryn the Ice Archer: Healing 2/5```"
},
{
"author": "chair._._.",
"message": "*Chair would say after this*\n``\"Alwrite, this should keep them from hearing anything!\"``\n*Chair after saying that would obviously run into the wheat field and he would use his spell soundclown attack, a big cloud/clown like projectile that charge at his target then makes a shit ton of noise, he would be targeting... Himself! Wich would cause soundclown to instantly start screaming and stop folowing chair, wich would cover the noise of Chair and the alies walking trought the wheat fields making it so there is less chance the enemies would be able to find us!*\n```chair used soundclown attack!\nChair's mana: 28/120```"
},
{
"author": "xelvedra",
"message": "*After the mess, the two temporary partners managed to finally run into the wheat fields. While Chair's soundclown released an horrible sound which briefly disturbed their opponents, the high elf was following them into the field.*\n`\"Be careful, Nàmo!\"` *The m'lysta woriedly cheered while getting up.*\n`\"I'm... I'm sorry Nàmo...\"` *The icy archer groaned.*\n`\"You better come back alive, boss!\"` *Thraoz chuckled while saving her comrades by slicing the vine in two.*\n`\"Don't worry guys! Those bandits can't defeat me.\"` *The high elf replied without turning back. He was fixed on his targets.* `\"You black sheeps won't escape us that easily!\"`\n*A thin aura surrounded the latter again as he closed the gap. He was running faster.*\n*Fortunately, the air macen didn't seem wary about it. Instead, he gave another instruction to his ally with a panting voice.*\n`\"Heh... Chairman. That dud's running fast... Hmpfh... But this is where the finale of my plan begins... My air... Hmpfh... And your fire. We set that field ablaze so those mercs' don't follow us... Ok?\"`\n*Whether or not Chair would've agreed with him, he would've stop running and casted another Maelstrom toward the pursuer.*\n`\"Your flames! Now!!!\"` *He authoritatively shouted.*\n\nNàmo self-casts Aura of Defense! 79/100 Mana (-8), Aura of Defense 0/2 Hit, 0/2\nThraoz slices the whipping vine!\n\nMaryn: 100/100 Mana (+5), Healing 3/5```"
},
{
"author": "chair._._.",
"message": "*Chair would obviously do the most obvious thing after all this running and talking, wich his use his last bit of mana to trow a firestorm into his allied maelstorm wich would have of course have disastrous conséquences, first of all the field would be burning, second the dude that tried to chase us would be literaly hot as fuck, third whe might get ourselfs hit by the fire and fourth the bounty on chair's head would go higher*\n``welp,this is definetively not gonna end well for the vilagers and my bounty,let's continue runing away before the others... Especialy that lizard that resist fire or the fire itself catch us shall whe?``\n*He said before continuing runing for his life until he would perhaps reach somewhere safe far away from all of this chaos*\n```chair used firestorm, what a surprise!\nChair regened 5 mana\nChair's mana:13/120```"
},
{
"author": "xelvedra",
"message": "*As Chair followed the plan, the fire mixed to the poweful wind created a vortex of flames which crashed into the high elf, breaking his barrier, pushing him away over a few meters and forcing him out of the wheat fields as the latter caught fire very quickly due to the strong combination of spells.*\n*As the macen planned, the wind directed the fire toward their opponents, so the two hard largely enough time to run away, covered by the wheat.*\n`\"Well done man! They won't follow us now. I got a last useful spell which will help us buzz off.\"`\n*He then proceeded to buff his speed, as well as trying to buff Chair's, if his body wouldn't have rejected it.*\n*Giving his partner a playful smirk, he finally decided to open himself a bit more.*\n`\"The name's Karaburan. No need to thank me. Just give me one gold, and I guess it's fine! I also hope you'd be here to save my ass too later, ha!\"` *He heavily grinned.* `\"Er, what's your name, pal? Chairman?! I don't know... Anyway, we should get moving while we're talkin'.\"`\n*The wildfire spread fast and didn't allow anyone to see through it. The duo had made a perfect escape as seemingly no one followed them now.*\n```Karaburan the Air Macen self-casts Fleet Foot! 50/120 Mana (-15), +5 m/s max run. Speed\nKaraburan casts Fleet Foot on Chair! 35/120 Mana (-15), +5 m/s max run. Speed```"
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"author": "xelvedra",
"message": "*Karaburan burst into laughter once his mate revealed his true name.*\n`\"Bwahahahah! Really?! Who would name his son Chair? Hahahaha oh God this is good!\"`\n*He then retrieved his money and listened to the re-transformed furniture's story. Another thing in common. Elves suck, he also had that in mind.*\n`\"Yeah I feel you, bro. High elves suck. I also had problems with'em by the past. They're like they're the center of the world and think they can do whatever they like, I hate that!\"` *The wind warrior nodded and clenched his fist.* `\"But anyway, we taught them a lesson today, he. What will you do now? Seems like they knew about you already. You should maybe go away from the Empire for some time.\"`\n*He was quite right. With a hit-and-run offense and a burned wheat field, his bounty would've grown again and would've probably attracted new mercenaries.*\n*The two partners in crime were now far from the village and Karaburan had a break under an apple tree. He heavily sighed and sat against the trunk. 'Damn, no apples yet. I'll have to buy some food somewhere else' he thought aloud.*"
},
{
"author": "chair._._.",
"message": "*Chair would respond to the laughter and the questions whit those few sentences*\n``...I will continue to try to find someone that would be able to kill an old enemy, and do you really think i'm in this shitty empire by choice? If i could leave it i would... Anyway, i'm gonna go to another town, thanks for the help i guess.``\n*After saying that he would of course walk away, to a town where he won't get attacked by mercenaries,where he would get a break whitout having to scream or trow fire at someone and where he wouldn't get attacked for trying to protect himself.*"
},
{
"author": "xelvedra",
"message": "*The air macen passed his arms between his head and the rough wood. He deserved some rest after that rescue.*\n*When Chair manifested his intention to leave already, Karaburan would've waved at him lazily as he was going to enter a nap.*\n`\"Riiight Chair-man! Take care! If you need to burn something again, call me! I'm always up for messing with stupid mercenaries, hehe.\"` *He chuckled, playfully tossing his freshly aquired gold coin.*\n*While Chair would've successfully survived his Bad Day, that day had been a lucky day for Karaburan, the opportunist.*\n\n```Quest Rewards: UPs (depending on your actions and writting quality) and your life saved```\n\nI took 4 parameters in account for the rewards: quest's success, writing quality, diligence and thinking. Max was +2 UP\n```Quest End```"
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{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*The night was dark and peaceful, a silver full moon overhead. Kaisa, Ale, and Isabelle would peacefully be passed out, the first due because of alcohol. They would be knocked out on the couch, completely oblivious of what was about to happen.*\n\n*Zed had overheard a slaver talking about an escaped slave. A fae, who had lilac hair and a book. Easy money. He decided to track the girl down, to learn that she had been granted hospitality by a young couple, a fire and lightning mage. Zed would keep careful watch, making sure to draw no attention to him. As the girl, Kaisa, walked into the cabin with a knocked out Ale, Zed knew it was time to strike. After an hour of the pair entering the cabin, Zed would silently climb up the side of the cabin wall, up to the window. He would open it silently, and would look around the room.*\n\n*It was quite simple, and would normally only fit one person. It consisted of a simple couch, coffee table and a bed. On the sofa, he would spot a dark, long haired vampire, with purple, almost whisker-like marks on her face, and a blond male, who had similar white ones. Cute. He would then spot the escaped fae on the bed. Having a loose tunic and dress, along with a golden tiara and sandals, complimenting her long lilac hair. It's obvious why a master would want her back. She seemed to clutch a type of book as well. The assassin softly lifts up the sheets, the cloth moved up menacingly like a creature about to prey on an innocent child, and wrapped her inside the mass of blankets. Easily picking her up, he jump out the window, latch on to the wall, and close the way he came out.*"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "It had been about an hour since young Fae's savior couple had arrived, ending up sleeping after drinking a little too much. Isabelle didn't have much to do but sleep too, her lilac eyes looking out the window at the moon until she fell asleep. The last thing the young woman would think about before her sleep came would be the happiness she felt when she was rescued, and that she could finally have a new life. *Or at least that's what she thought...* \n\nIn the silence of the night, the fae would feel something strange in her dream. As if someone was holding her. Then she felt as if she had fallen out of her bed, which made her wake up with a little fear. And to her surprise, she would only see the white sheets around her. And when she felt that someone was holding her at that moment, she would panic, fear and despair starting to take over. Poor Fae, she thought she would really be free from the chains of slavery, but it looks like it won't be like that. She would then start to move her body, trying as hard as she could to free herself from whoever held her.\n\n\"Please, let me go! Please!\""
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*He could now feel the young girl attempting to escape. Oh well. Grabbing a nearby rope, Zed hastily ties it around the sheets, and darts off into the dark woods. He had already set up camp in a massive oak tree, and scampered up it with little problem. A series of rope and fabric created a large hammock, easily able to hold 5 people. He would lay down the white, struggling bundle down, and unravel the rope, revealing the fae.*\n\n\"Look now, don't go running off. This tree is at least a hundred feet tall. You're not getting off this.\"\n\n*Zed's face would not be seen, as he would be wearing his mask. His two clones would also be in the tree, hidden from view.*\n\n*He would also notice that the fae was very, very pretty. A slim build, pretty face, bright eyes, and lilac hair all stood out in the darkness. Now, tied up like a present, as Zed ties her hands and feet together, and tied a cloth over her mouth.*\n\n\"We can't have you running off, can we?\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "When revealed by the man, the first thing Isabelle would do was look around for someone who could help her. It took her a while to realize where she was, and it made her panic and despair. There was no one there but her captor. And she seemed to have no way of escaping from there, since she was sure to get hurt, or die, if she fell from that height. She would then turn her eyes to the masked man, moving away from him slightly. She would even try to say something, but it would all be muffled because of the cloth tied around her mouth.\n\n\"Mmmm-\"\n\nShe would look at him with fear in her lilac eyes, her head moving to one side and the other as a sign of agreement. Isabelle tried to move around a little, to make herself more comfortable, and perhaps to try to get rid of the bonds on her hands and feet. She wasn't believing that her freedom would be stolen from her again, just when she thought she would finally have a normal life. Perhaps that was her destiny.\n\n\"Mmm~\" She would look to the man with fear, her body struggling a bit to free herself."
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Don't struggle. You'll end up chafing your wrists and ankles. I'll get paid more if you don't have any marks on you.\"\n\n*Looking at the struggling fae, Zed grins behind the cold, unfeeling mask. So innocent, full of hope. Thinking that all could be good in the world. Alas, that is not how the world worked. Zed had realized that a long time ago. Looking at Isabelle, he noticed that she was unusually pretty. Wait, what was that thought? Ah, never mind. Taking off his mask would reveal long, navy blue hair, tied up in a bun. His face would be quite slender, and his eyes were a dark blue. He would lay down the bedsheets on top of her, and lay down himself so that he would face her.*\n\n\"Try not to cry or call for help, ok? It'll only make things more difficult. Besides, other slave traders won't be so nice.\"\n\n*Using one hand, he would brush a piece of hair that was covering her face back behind her ear, almost as a sign of affection. He would smile a bit.*\n\n\"Ah, didn't realize how pretty you were until now. Must be worth a lot.\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "Isabelle decided to listen to the man, since she didn't have much hope that she would be able to break free and get out of there. She stopped struggling for a while to rest, her breathing getting a little heavier because of the fear and the slight discomfort the cloths were making. Upon seeing her capturer take off his mask, the Fae couldn't help but look and notice that he didn't look like many men she had ever seen. He was even somewhat attractive in her opinion. But it was not the time to think about it! She would shake her head gently, trying to get the thought out of her mind.\n\n\"Mmm~!\"\n\nShe tried to scream, but of course, it would be drowned out by the cloth. Despite knowing what would normally happen if she disobeyed her master or anyone else, Isabelle still needed to try, since she assumed that maybe they weren't that far from the cabin. Upon feeling Zed's touch on her face, she would stop struggling and just fix her gaze on his hand, her breathing becoming heavier and fear taking over her.\n\n\"Mmmm!\""
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Aw. Cute. Seeing the fear in her eyes, he knew she wasn't a warrior. Rather, she was... Well, used in -other- ways. Probably as a housemaid.\n\n\"Didn't I say to try not to yell? We're quite far from anyone nearby. If your wondering how far we are from the cabin, it's at least a mile. And if you don't relax, you'll pass out from getting too little air. If you calm down, it'll be a much more peaceful sleep. Promise.\"\n\n*He would remove his hand from her hair, seeing that it scared her. He didn't want her scared, rather, he would much prefer that the trust him. Though, he wasn't sure how that would happen. Letting out a yawn, he lies back and looks up to the leafy canopy. If he was relaxed, perhaps she would as well.*\n\n\"It's getting late. Try to get some rest.\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "\"Mhm...\"\n\nIsabelle decided to listen to Zed and try to calm down, after all, there was nothing else she could do. He seemed to be fast and strong, and they were at a great height, so she would rather not try something and end up falling or worse... After recovering the air a little and her breathing return to normal, she would look up, towards the tops of the trees and towards the stars, which slight appeared between them. Isabelle started to think about what the slave trader would do to her when they got to him, it would be painful... And just thinking about it, the fae's eyes started to fill with tears, which would soon roll down her face. Along with her painful thought, she had already started to think about what she would have to do when she got there; Wash some things, heal people, serve, and do as they are told.\n\n\"Hmmm...\"\n\nShe would try to turn to the side, causing Zed to stare at her back and her long lilac hair. So, patiently she would wait until she fell asleep."
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Well, it's a good thing she's relaxed. It looks like she's not stupid. Sensible too, didn't try to jump off the tree.*\n\n*Looking at the girl, Zed feels... Something. He's not sure what it was. For some reason, he feels like he doesn't want to give her away. Ah, whatever. It'll go away in the morning. Seeing Isabelle's tears, he gently wipes them off her cheek. As she turned, he would look at her once again. That strange feeling was there again, like he had the need to protect her, to remove her from a life of slavery. He would lay back, and wait until he, too, fell asleep.*"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "Isabelle could only wait there, feeling a little cold, while she waited until her sleep came. The same thoughts replaying in her mind, and she couldn't even scream or try to escape, would be worthless. And she still had this macen... He didn't look like a normal person, and to the fae, he was very handsome. Or at least attractive. But what is she thinking? He just wanted money. *Come on Isabelle, think of something else! Or at least try to sleep!* She thought, turning herself to the side again, now facing Zed. She tried to pretend she was already asleep, despite being a little uncomfortable with the cloths that tied her. Only a miracle would save her..."
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{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Wake up, young one. We're going to get moving soon.\"\n\n*Waking up to the cool morning air, mist still settling down, birds chirping, Zed wakes up with a yawn. The summons hadn't moved from their positions. Good. No one was here. He turned to look at the sleeping fae, and as he did, he couldn't shake of this feeling. Of want. He would put his head between his hands, looking slightly stressed.*"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "Isabelle didn't have such a good night's sleep, she slept badly and still felt discomfort because of the cloth tying her hands and feet, but she didn't have much to do. Upon hearing a male voice, she started to wake up, a little scared and disappointed. She wanted this to be just a nightmare. She would then try to sit up and look at Zed with a slightly different expression from the night before; An expression without emotion, as if everything she believed had been crushed into millions. The fae tried to say good morning to the man, but was drowned out by the fabric covering her mouth.\n\n\"Mmmm~\""
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Ah, sorry. Let me make you more comfortable.\"\n\n*Untying the girl, Zed trusted that she wouldn't try to run off. They're in a tree, after all. Looking at Isabelle, he sees an expression of hopelessness, as if everything was lost. Just like that, he could return her to the life that she lived. She would suffer, and Zed would end up... About 600 gold richer? Oh yes.*\n\n*Looking at her again, something inside him shifts. For some reason, he just can't let her to go the slavers. What had happened? Was he feeling compassion? Or perhaps he was somehow falling for this girl? Either way, he knew that something had changed.*\n\n\"Well, we're going to spend a bit of time together. For some reason, I can't sell you to them. I just can't.\"\n\n*The macen would be leaning back, his palms resting his head. He looks like he's deep in thought. And he is. He's trying to figure out why he's doing this. He's exchanged lives for money. Heck, he killed people that didn't need to die! But for some reason, he couldn't let this one go.*"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "Isabelle could finally speak, gently moving her jaw to get used to it again. Now with her hands and feet free, she could reach out and gently massage her wrists carefully, trying to get rid of the discomfort. \n\n\"T-Thank you, sir...\"\n\nIsabelle coughed a little and moved slightly away from Zed, still a little afraid. She would then search for her book, picking it up and opening it to read a little. Then she would stop to listen to Zed again, an expression of surprise taking over her face. Despite leaving her with a little fear, Isabelle really liked that idea. At least she wouldn't go back to the slave trader, but she would have to stay with this stranger she didn't know.\n\n\"Uhh... Thank you...\"\n\nShe smiled and looked at him, her expression of surprise turning to happiness and then returning to normal. What if he was cheating on her? Isabelle hoped he wouldn't..."
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*The assassin would sigh. He couldn't find a valid explanation to figure out why he was into this girl, so it must have been subconscious. Damn human biology.*\n\n\"You're welcome, I guess. We'll be spending quite a bit of time together, so may I know your name? Mine's Zed.\"\n\n*That was a bit of a lie. Zed already knew what her name was, after hearing it being discussed. He did want to make her feel safer though. Seeing her smile made him put on a smile as well, and it was genuine. She was just so beautiful to him...*"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "Isabelle would wait a while to answer, her lilac eyes watching closely as Zed seemed to think of something. He didn't seem to be lying, but he looked a little worried, maybe about something. Or it was just the fae's imagination. She decided to let it go and pay attention to what he was talking about at the moment.\n\n\"U-Uh... My name is I-Isabelle...\" She spoke a little hesitantly.\n\nLooking from the other side, Isabelle could feel something different about Zed. But something she never felt. At least with him she was safe from any danger from the woods. Although she didn't trust him much, it was the only option. Because he could end up taking her to the merchant again. Then subconsciously, she smiled at him. *Seems like we will spend more time than I imagine...* She thought."
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Isabelle... It's a beautiful name. Matches your looks.\"\n\n*Looking at her, he sees the fae smiling. Huh? Was she into him? Either way, warmth began to grow in the once cold heart of the assassin, and he smiles back.*\n\n*The unknown emotion he was feeling started to swell up inside him. He didn't show it, but he began to grow some feelings for her. He's not sure why. Was it because she was so pure, innocent? Perhaps her beauty had captivated him? Either way, the ever-existent seed of emotion that had once always been shrouded by darkness, had finally found a light in which it could bloom.*"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "\"Oh? Thank you... I think your name is interesting, never met someone with it.\"\n \nIsabelle smiled, but this time it seemed to be a more sincere rather than forced smile. At least her captor looked like a nice person, and seemed to be trying to find out more about the fae. She also wanted to know more about him, since she found him attractive, and they were going to spend time together. After all, even if Isabelle wanted to, she had nowhere to run. She didn't know how to get back to the cabin, and she didn't know where she was. So there was only the option to get to know Zed better and maybe a new friendship, although it didn't look like they would be friends.\n\n\"Uhh, so... What are we going to do?\" She looked at him, her arms hugging her knees against her chest."
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"We probably need to get you to a safe place. As of now, the word has gotten out that you're an escaped slave. Whether or not your master is dead or alive, legally, you're a slave nonetheless. You're not safe in the open. We should lay low for a bit, wait for them to lose interest.\"\n\n*The seed of emotion had now become a full fledged flower, the assassin that had killed so many now caring for one. He decided there and then that he was going to protect the little light from the shadows of the world, so that her ember of hope, instead of being snuffed out by darkness, would rise into a fire of joy.*"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "\"Mhm, okay. And... Uhm, thank you...\"\n\nIsabelle nodded to Zed, and then rested her head on her knees, still hugging them. She thought about what she could do besides reading her book, even though the thought about Zed has not left her mind until now. It was a strange thing, which she didn't normally think. And for some reason, the fae felt safe with him now. At least he seemed to be different from other people. He seemed to be someone with a good heart."
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "*Looking at the girl huddled up like an innocent bird, it's official. Zed has fallen for someone. Standing up on a nearby tree branch, Zed stretches his back.*\n\n\"We should get going now, while it's still daylight. I'll carry you down.\"\n\n*Gathering up the bed sheets and rolling them up, he motions for the girl to get on his back. The only thing on his mind right now was not searching for money, or even becoming the master of shadows. No, right now, all he could think about was protecting this girl. He'll give up his life if he has to.*"
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "\"Okay...\"\n\nIsabelle carefully stood up and climbed on Zed's back, her legs wrapping around his hips while her arms gently hugged his neck, not so tight as not to hurt him. She would then start thinking about what it would be like to live with this unknown man, that is, now known. The fae was not very happy, but she had little to do. Maybe it was just her fear. Fear of dying, fear of being lost, fear of being found... And another fear; A fear that she could not identify.\n\n\"Where are we going, sir Zed?\""
},
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"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"To the mountains. It's not likely that they'll suspect an escaped slave to run, especially with your clothing. Speaking of which, we need to get you some warmer clothes.\" \n\n*Zed would step out on the branch, facing the trunk. Then, placing his hands on the trunk, he would slowly descend, to make sure that Isabelle was comfortable and didn't fall. Once they got to the bottom, Zed would ask her.*\n\n\"Would you like to be carried, or do you want to walk? Those sandals don't look optimal for walking.\""
},
{
"author": "Isabelle Shizuko",
"message": "\"Okay.\"\n\nIsabelle looked down with fear of falling, despite knowing that Zed would probably not let her fall. She held on to him a little tighter, making it easy to see that she didn't like high places very much. When they reached the floor, Isabelle released Zed and stood beside him, looking up and arching an eyebrow slightly.\n\n \"I think I can walk a bit...\""
},
{
"author": "Zed",
"message": "\"Ok. Be careful where you step.\"\n\n*Letting her down, Zed would take the bedsheets and rope and fashion it into a crude white cloak, draping it over Isabelle.*\n\n\"It's cold out. We don't want you getting sick. We'll be heading into the mountains. Let's go.\"\n\n*Zed would begin to walk, assuming Isabelle would follow him.*"
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{
"author": "Laerian",
"message": "Elves aren't known to be the hardiest race. In fact, they're known for how nimble and graceful they are— the complete opposite of hardy, or tough. Even the kinds of elves that might be considered the hardiest, the steppe elves, fought in a way that was far from what anyone could call tough. \n\nBut Laerian? Laerian is the toughest elf out there. Maybe. There are probably tougher ones, but Laerian likes to tell herself that she was pretty damn hard. Not as hardy as dwarves, no, but still hardy enough to hold her own in a fight. In fact, she was sure that she could beat most other elves in a dirty fight. Dirty, as in street, with sand in the eyes and punches in the balls. She fights practically every day— she has to be pretty good.\n\nBut even as fighting has its boons, it has its fair share of terrible side effects. Broken noses, broken friendships(although she usually fails to make any in the first place), and most of all, people who glare at her from their tavern chairs. \n\nThat's why she runs every month. Now, she is in Salvania, walking on a path— hopefully it leads to a tavern, because sleeping on the road sure damn sucks.\n\nHer usual frown twisting her face, Laerian strolls through the paths, trying not to look people in the eye."
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*Meanwhile in this same path a large and slightly menacing figure would slowly come to view. The man? Was 3 meters tall with crimson skin and fiery red hair, an unusual sight to be seen yes but what made it all the more stranger was his six muscular arms that protruded from the side of his body. He wore nothing from the waist up and down below he adorned himself with fancy decorative armor and red cloths that had signs of wear and tear from battle, scorch marks and scratches from many of the things he had endured in questing.\n\nOn the side of his shoulder a dark brown bird was just sitting there happily chirping away while the large titan was feeding him. As he did this a big happy grin formed on his face, furrow was one of the only creatures that made him just so happy while he struggled through these times. The changes on his body have been going more frequent and more stranger, hopefully it would soon come to an end but he'd just have to continue on with his daily routine and act like nothing has happened. His eyes scanned about looking at any people who seemed to need any help but many of the people he comes into eye contact with would just quickly rush away and try their best to not be approached by the man. A small feeling of fear growing inside them as they heard the small rumor of the crimson titan and his temper along with the rumors of other large red skinned figures just adding onto him like the wanted Oshikuru who strangely is very similar to him in many ways. Upon noticing an elf there his eyes would quickly look towards her looking to see if she was lost in any way or needed any assistance of sorts*"
},
{
"author": "Laerian",
"message": "Laerian looks at the bird on the massive man's shoulder with a frown, wondering if he was keeping it on his shoulder to have an easier time eating it, or something. It sure is pretty cute... And from that smile, that guy is pretty cute, as well. She wasn't into the whole massive, flaming giant thing, but he was fit enough for her to admire all that c h o n k. Her frown changing into a smirk, Laerian decides to try human interaction for the first time in months. \n\n\"Hello there, that's a cute bird,\" Laerian comments, changing her course to slow down and walk at the same speed as the massive man. From right next to him, he seems even bigger— which isn't much of a shocker, but it's still enough to make Laerian a bit surprised.\n\n\"You're *Really* Big, aren't you?\" Asks the elf girl, her brows furrowing while she admired his figure. What perfect muscles— and arms! More arms were always a plus in a fight."
},
{
"author": "Ellaine Lockhart",
"message": "\"Hiya! Furry come on and say thank you to the nice Miss!\" *A deep almost bellowing voice shouted out to the elven woman as he let the small little furrow walk onto his hand before he'd lower it to match eye to eye with the woman. As soon as the furrow got near the elf it'd begin to chirp happier and louder before offering her a small piece of jerky as a sign if friendship, this was a thing that furrows frequently did and his furrow especially* \"Haha yeah... I am really big. It all just comes from training real hard and eating a bunch of food.\" *It was hard to tell but Ardon was blushing when he heard her say that he was really big which caused him to scratch the bag of his head* \"I've also been kinda big just naturally since my dad is also a really big person. You look pretty strong too though!\" *He'd say to the woman while thinking of what to say next...* \"Ummm d-do you need help with anything?!\" *He just blurted out without even thinking. He wasn't really that much of a thinker in the first place but he just assumed that maybe the woman needed help with something? Its been a while since he found someone who wasn't scared of him, aside from Hitoshi anyways*"
},
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"author": "Laerian",
"message": "As the Furrow offers her a jerky, Laerian grabs at her mouth, turning away from the two for a moment. She would never let anyone see her quiver in front of cute things. That'd be social suicide for a brawler like her. Opponents bringing pets into arenas? People seeing her as a softy? Nuh uh, bad.\n\n\"Oh no, it's cute...\" , the elf whispers, a hand over her mouth, trying her damned best to not smile too hard. She hadn't seen many of these tiny, cute birds, but she suddenly wanted to own a dozen or two. She could almost feel her blood sugar rising just from this small show of compassion and love, imagine what a whole family could do— if she died of a heart attack, at least she would die happy. \n\nTaking the jerky with her free hand after taking a breath to calm her nerves, Laerian turns back to the big man. \n\n\"No, I don't need help— I just wanted to admire your muscles,\" The elf comments, smiling playfully towards the titan. Was she flirting with the massive man that she had just met? Hell yeah, this was an opportunity like no other. Why not get to touch muscles of this quality for free?\n\n\"I'm Laerian,\" The elf states, introducing herself at the worst moment possible."
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*As he watched the woman cover her mouth and turn around one of his eyebrows just raised in confusion. He didn't know what happened* \"Umm are you okay? Did Furry bite you or uhh did you sneeze like really really quietly?\" *Ardon asked before once again turning shy from the comment that she had told him. The comment about his... Muscles. Aside from Momo it didn't seem like anyone else really liked his muscles, if he wasn't already crimson red he would have been now from the blood rushing across his face* \"I-I... I'm Ardon Surfist. I like to punch and hug stuff.\" *He just introduced himself while giving a big ol smile and trying not to show that he was really happy that he got a compliment for his muscles. Even trying to hide it coyly behind his back which failed miserably since his arms were basically huge tree trunks and he had six of them on the side of his torso*"
},
{
"author": "Laerian",
"message": "Laerian smiles as Ardon stammers and hides his arms. It felt like talking to a big baby, which Laerian didn't expect from such a muscular man. Of course, seeing someone do this is terribly refreshing for Laerian— she lives in a world of masculinity, whether that be forced or not. Showing a soft side in her was a surefire way to be teased where she worked.\n\n\"I guess Furry isn't the only cute one between you two, Ardon,\" Laerian says absent-mindedly, giving Ardon a look over again. He seemed like quite the fighter from his scars and massive muscles— Laerian had different expectations for how this conversation was going to go, but she didn't mind it. He wasn't much of her type, anyways— the way he spoke was cutesy and made her want to spoil him, that was all. Almost like if he was a little brother.\n\n\"What do you do for a living?\" The elf asks, looking back forwards as they walk."
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"I'm a mercenary, I fight people and do quests and stuff. Just looking to help who I can! W-What about you?\" *AHHHHHHHHHHHH SOMEONE CALLED HIM CUTE! CUTE?!?! ASIDE FROM MOMO NO ONE HAS EVER COMPLIMENTED HIM LIKE THIS. AHHHHHHH. Was the only thing that was currently going through Ardon's mind as he heard the woman call him cute. It was genuinely a rare thing for him to be told that so it was really special.* \"Umm thanks for the compliments not many people tell me that to be honest. You... Look pretty nice too.\" *His mind didn't know what else to say to her. Should he tell her she's cute aswell? Or pretty? Uhhhh. His face had this dumbfounded expression as he continued on thinking of what else to tell her and if she should compliment or something*"
},
{
"author": "Laerian",
"message": "Laerian smiles, glancing up at the titan's face. He sure looked taken aback about that compliment— it was probably hard to Aw, how cute.\n\n\"I work as a professional brawler. People bet on how I do in fights— its pretty fun if you learn how to enjoy it,\" Responds Laerian, thinking back to all of the noses she broke. It sure isn't a pretty profession, but it has its plus sides. \n\n\"Thank you, I don't get that much,\" Says Laerian, responding to Ardon's compliment. Elves were usually physically beautiful, to the point where it was hard to discern what real beauty was among a race so full of physical beauty. She herself judged most others with their healthiness and mental health— beauty was fine and all, it just got boring sometimes.\n\n\"Do you have any other pets?\""
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"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"That does sound kinda fun but I feel like I won't enjoy it as much to be honest. Fighting people one on one nowadays isn't much of a challenge when you're as big as me and you can't really feel much.\" *Ardon has thick skin... Like he literally has such thick skin its difficult to even pierce it with a needle. Punches nowadays didn't feel as painful as before and he just felt like he was given such a strong advantage that it was just unfair for him to fight in arenas where regular people work hard to defeat their opponents and suddenly he just shows up and wrecks their face* \"A-Any other... Pets?\" *His face just cracked suddenly. The happy and dumbfounded expression suddenly just turning somber and melancholeraricsity...* \"Yeah I-I did...\" *Rocky... He just died a few days ago. Well he was already dead he just didn't know that he was until a few days ago. He was still so sad about the whole thing and about how dummie he was not knowing that his own friend was dead on his hands as he showed them off*"
},
{
"author": "Laerian",
"message": "\"There are usually some big guys in the arenas. I doubt that many are as... You know, big as you are, though,\" Laerian says, giving Ardon a tap on his back. He would probably be able to mop the floor with most of the people that participate in the fights. But they did tend to fight very, very dirty. Things could get bloody in the arena if people were daring enough. If the move was smart, the judges usually approved it— mental fortitude was usually respected in that dark area of fighting. \n\nLaerian sees the expression on Ardon's face, frowning again as they walked side-by-side. Huh, it seems like she poked a sensitive nerve with that question. \n\n\"Sorry, shouldn't have asked. On that note, wanna go get some new pets?\"\n\nA new pet would probably solve his problems, it was always good to get replacements. Although, getting another one that soon might cause some guilt. Laerian had no idea about this. She just wanted to go get a pet for herself. She *Would* Hide it, though. Maybe take it out for a walk with a hood up."
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "*A thoughtful look came across his face as he thought about the idea of getting a new pet. Would Rocky be sad if he replaced him? No its not replacing its just finding comfort in a new friend. Rocky would totally understand and be okay with it! The more the merrier right?* \"You know what... I do wanna get some new pets! I wanna get myself a rock friend so that I can always remember Rocky by! But I usually tame my friends like how I tamed Furry, where are we gonna find golemlings?\" *He wasn't exactly a pet expert, he didn't even know what golemlings ate he just thought its grain and jerky too like how he feeds his furrow friend but he was sure that he wanted to tame the friend himself cause that's the type of man he is. He doesn't but friendship he earns it*"
},
{
"author": "Laerian",
"message": "Laerian turns her head back towards the direction they were going, a hand on her chin. She's done a few quests when she was a bit low on money... Golemlings tended to be everywhere, but they were a known pest in farms. Perhaps checking a barn or a farm would be a good idea. \n\n\"Maybe we should check out some farms, or look for some quests that deal with them. There's usually a lot of those,\" Laerian says, thinking back to the time when she visited the guilds. Maybe they could find a pair of golemlings and take them out for themselves, while they... Kill the other golemlings? No, no. That was inhumane. They could just take them and sell them to others, they were good pets.\n\n\"What do you think?\""
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"author": "plague0886",
"message": "\"Hmm farms huh? The farm is where I found Furry here! He was so nice and it was with a quest too, you sure you're not thinking about Furrows instead of Golemlings Learian?\" *He asked the elf since the exact scenario that she had given him was where he found furry in the farm and eating that old woman's grain. It was strange were all animals just found on the farm when you take quests? He pondered this though deeply while staring off and also just thinking about how they could get their new pet rocks since he still really did want some but he didn't know how to go about it* \"I'm not really an expert in pets and stuff but if you're sure that we're gonna be able to find stuff in farms then I'm fine with going there!\""
},
{
"author": "Laerian",
"message": "\"Dunno, it's just that a lot of farmers tend to have problems with golemlings. There were, well, maybe around 4 quests when I visited the guild,\" Laerians says, as she really isn't too good with remembering stuff. It got too hard sometimes, especially with faces. She tended to immediately forget the faces of minor characters in her life. No one so far has built a good or bad enough relationship with her to last in her memories. It was weird how she did that, she doubted that anyone else did that as well.\n\n\"We could just go look for a quest where we need to deal with them, right?\" Laerian wonders. It made more sense to look for quests, as most of the quests were guaranteed to give them an opportunity to find more golemlings, and probably even net them a bit of money. It was a good plan in her head."
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"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Well then lets go do the quests then! I feel like that's a lot better idea than just wandering about the place looking for rocks. Are you part of the New Sunlight guild or a different one? Cause I have this friend named Momo that I'm really close friends with! I'm sure they'd be able to help if we're looking for certain quests since they were even the one to go with me to look for furrows.\" *He was starting to get really excited at the idea of getting a golemling. Furry was about to get a new pet and he was just so so so happy for him! A furrow, soon to be golemling, soon to get airstrider and a titan haha what a strange family. He thought to himself that big giddy smile still just there as he followed Laerian to wherever she was leading him*"
},
{
"author": "Laerian",
"message": "\"I'm not in a guild, I'm more of a... Freelance? You can ask him to help you, this Momo personality. We'll visit that guild to do that,\" Laerian says, wondering who this Momo was. Hopefully they were better than the two that were planning on finding these Golemlings at actually locating things. Laerian wouldn't call herself... The best at doing any of that. \n\n\"So, who's Momo?\" Laerian asks as they walk, keeping her eyes on the road. She needed to get to know some people if she wanted to stay around in this area for longer than previous times. It seemed like a nice place— maybe she would take some more quests, even."
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Momo? They're just a really close friend of mine. They helped me when we were getting Furry and we met abit outside of doing quests. They're just a really fun person to be with...\" *Strangely while he spoke he said it with a smile but his voice had this melancholic tone to it. Like while talking about all these nice things he's done with Momo he seems sad almost. He just remembers what happened the last time the two of them met, it got sort of out of sorts with the whole talking about what you hated from yourself. All his bodily changes were still new then and he still wasn't able to cope with the whole thing but he couldn't mention that to Laerian. He barely even knows her so she couldn't tell her something like that right?*"
},
{
"author": "Laerian",
"message": "\"I see, they seem like a nice person,\" Laerian comments, wondering what kind of history they had together. Ardon seemed like he seemed a bit bummed out. She wasn't too good with emotions, but she could tell that— big people tended to have bigger faces, and consequently, had easier to read faces. But as Laerian isn't at all a type of person to delve into other peoples' relationship problems, she decides to change the topic.\n\n\"So, where do you think we might be able to find a quest like that? Anywhere close to where we are right now? You seem like you've been around here a lot, Ardon,\" Laerian says, turning her head as they walk. This place sure had a lot of green in it. That was usually the case with elven settlements, from what she had seen."
},
{
"author": "Ardon Surfist",
"message": "\"Well since we're doing quests it would be nice if we just look for any of the nearby board jobs here. I believe there's one a few ways away over there\" *Ardon would then begin to point over towards the road before continuing on walking. He was happy that the conversation didn't escalatorationize anymore than it did or he'd be bawling his eyes out and telling the woman his life story* \"Yeah I've been around here quite a bit just wandering and trying to help people when I'm not doing any of the jobs here. What about you? Aren't you familliar with the are at all? Are you from somewhere else?\" *He asked the elven woman since he felt like it was appropriate now, the woman has asked him quite alot already so its only fair.*"
},
{
"author": "Laerian",
"message": "\"I see, I see,\" Laerian mutters, continuing to study the nearby foliage. Grass really *Was* Greener in Salvania. As Ardon asks that question, Laerian shakes her head— she had never been in one place for too much time, beating up people usually created a lot of enemies.\n\n\"I don't stay in one place a lot, I like wandering around. Makes the job as a brawler easier. Stay too long in one place and people start getting too friendly— they recognize me, is what I mean. Sometimes in a good way, most of the times in a way that not many would like,\" Laerian says, her attention still on the foliage nearby.\n\n\"I'm from the steppes. There's a country over there— big Khanate. Never really liked it,\" Laerian says, finally turning to face the big guy. \n\n\"Sometimes it gets hard to stay away from others, so I start talking to people— like how I did with you. You seem to take talking with strangers better than a lot of other people,\" Laerian says, smirking."
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"author": "izz_theog96",
"message": "Yzack was seen straying around the streets of Salvania while looking for the Adventurer's Guild, before ended up lost in the huge city like this. The people starting to grow larger in population and were getting busier ever since that day. Not to mention the bright sun that almost melts this young man, covered in sweat due to the hot, unpleasant day. \n\nYzack would never make such complaints like that, but instead he continued to walk over the Salvania St before eventually collapsed due to the sun's temperature. What makes it even worse: no water supply. So in this case, what would Yzack do?"
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{
"author": "d.l.j.",
"message": "*Clink. The simple sound signified multiple things. First, that the clinker had finished with their business with whomever might be concerned, and that the thing making the clink was that payment. Second, that the coin deposited so ought to be enough to cover the difference accrued by the giver. And third, that the giver wished to be somewhere else but here. Alloces slid his arm back into the thin cotton cloak that concealed most of what he wore, including the two swords slung over his back, as well as the blackened cuirass that would seem worthless to everyone but him.*\n*He dragged an arm briefly over his perspiring forehead as he hurried out of the cool tavern onto the blisteringly hot streets, almost running in his haste to reach his destination, entering the cool shade of the stables across. Ventus knickered unhappily in his cramped stall, bucking lightly and kicking at the hay beneath his feet to make his displeasure well known. Alloces chuckled, patting him on the side of his neck and darting his fingers back before they were bitten off.*\n*They didn't like it here. Everything was too loud, gaudy, and overpriced. The people were rough and painfully duplicitous at the best of times, and despite the best haggling efforts from Alloces, they could almost smell out the countryside on him, or at least, that he wasn't part of the madmen cooped up in these stone cages they called buildings, chipping away at wallet and morale with equal ferocity.*\n*He paused to look over the bustling throngs, even as Yzack staggered forward. He watched with a hint of pity at the plight of the young man, before walking out to the entrance of the stables, not quite entering the strip of hot stone they called a street.*\n\n*Then the young man collapsed, and things got a hint more serious. He quickly maneuvered his way through the street to haul the young man into the shade to prevent him from being trampled underfoot. Calling over the stable boy for a bucket of water, he would dip a rag in the liquid and put it over Yzack's forehead to get his temperature down.*"
},
{
"author": "izz_theog96",
"message": "Slowly, but at least Yzack's fever cools down before he can open his eyes. Slowly, bit by bit his eyes were opened. His vision seems a bit blurry but when he gets the clearer view towards his surroundings, he ended up seeing a stranger aiding him for safety from getting the Carpet Syndrome (jokes aside).\n\n\"Hmm... Wh-Who is this...? Are you... Saving me...?\"\n\nHis voice was a bit of crack, signals that he was stable and his fever is slowly cools down. But still, he was nowhere from feeling well so he might needed some rest before he can continue his journey to Adventurer's Guild."
},
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"author": "d.l.j.",
"message": "*Alloces was about to respond until he saw Ventus. Ventus looked, ran, and went to the bathroom like any normal warhorse, but his diet was disturbingly varied. The horse looked at the two-legged thing his master had dragged over. It wasn't rotting. Check. And it wasn't blue with red polka dots. Check. Alloces gave him a stern look, pointing over to the hay stacked in a nearby trough.*\n\"He's still alive, so he isn't food, you omnivorous oddity. Finish the hay if you want oats tonight.\"\n*As Alloces lectured Ventus, Yzack would be able to get a fairly good long look at the man. He stood at 6 ft and some change, and seemed fairly toned, if not overtly muscular. Rather plain, dust-stained trousers of good quality indicated that he was a wanderer.*\n*He still had on a rather thin cotton cloak despite the heat, which parted to reveal a well-made shirt, hidden beneath what seemed like a completely black, and incredibly rusty cuirass. Strange though, since it's shade of black would make such rust hard to notice at the best of times. He wore a simple hood to shield against the sun, and a piece of dark cloth covered most of the bottom part of his face, leaving only a pair of slitted dark eyes. His skin was lightly tanned from years of sunlight, what parts of it weren't hidden underneath cloth, like his hands.*\n\"Not quite saving you, really. More like stopping you from turning into a bloody pancake. Are you new to cities like this? The midday heat is always a danger to outsiders, me as well. The city people are used to it, like humans living constantly in an oven.\"\n*He muttered ruefully.*\n\"What were you trying to do, get yourself flattened?\""
},
{
"author": "izz_theog96",
"message": "Yzack felt a bit of a headache due to the stress involving the heat from the sun rays. But even so, Yzack must reach the Adventurer's Guild. So he would reply with a creaky, weak voice,\n\n\"I-I'm sorry for m-making such a fuss around here, sir...\"\n\nYzack was seen wearing a regular outfit but with something long attached to his hips: a sheathed black sword with the metal scabbard shone towards Alloces' vision. Yzack's build is just as expected from a normal Macen. Straight build, well firm and quite a bit weak in terms of energy because of hours of walking at several paths in the streets of Salvania. Well... That was how Yzack supposedly looks like in Alloces' perspective."
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"author": "d.l.j.",
"message": "*Alloces waved off the apology.* \n\"What fuss? Hell, if you fell there the others would just grind you into meat paste without any comment, that's how much of a hurry city people are. Anyways, the best thing for you to do is get to an inn and wait out the day, come out when it's cooler. I don't because I'm accustomed to the heat, doesn't mean I enjoy it, but I'm accustomed.\"\n*He pointed at the sword.*\n\"Not bad to have it out for show, but you might want to get a dagger or two for potential criminals or murderers. Alleyways make it awful hard to swing a blade.\"\n*He said, rummaging through some saddlebags hanging from a post to reveal a wickedly sharp stilleto, before putting it back.*"
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{
"author": "izz_theog96",
"message": "\"Oh I see...\"\n\nYzack replied with a slight nod. But then again, he did have a good rest in an inn before eventually got involved in a fight with Hynes. Well, the thing about him and Hynes is that they were once acquaintance, but Hynes were easily forgotten about Yzack and this pissed him off. Almost. So yeah, their swords clashed. Long before the battle ends, Hynes decide to give the victory to Yzack because of his undeniable skills as a swordsman.\n\n\"Well... Can you show me where can I find the Adventurer's Guild?\""
},
{
"author": "d.l.j.",
"message": "*Alloces frowned at Yzack.* \n\"You want to go there? Are you planning on becoming one? Well, it's safer than being a mercenary like myself, I suppose.\"\n*He looked to Ventus, who glared right back at him, munching on the hay. After a bit he chuckled and raised his arms in surrender.*\n\"Alright, we proceed on foot. It's not too far of a distance anyways, just hard to get to if you don't know where it is. Probably in an attempt to prevent inexperienced applicants, I suppose.\""
}
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{
"author": "izz_theog96",
"message": "\"Well, that makes sense.\"\n\nYzack replied with a certain smile. But hey, that was his dream all along; to get involved in adventures and all that. Guessing from Alloces' reaction, Yzack thinks that Alloces will assist him in finding the Adventurer's Guild.\n\n\"Alright then. We'll be on foot, and thanks for the water, anyway. This place's kinda hot all of a sudden...\""
},
{
"author": "d.l.j.",
"message": "*Alloce looked around, peeking a head outside the entrance, before gesturing for Yzack to follow. He would briefly walk down the street before abruptly ducking into one of the side alleys, weaving his way between close cramped alleyway in a fairly erratic pattern, although as time progressed, one would realize that he was heading away from the middle-class districts and closer towards the seedier slums of the town.*\n*After about twenty minutes of walking, the next alleyway abruptly ended, blocked off by a pair of oak doors connected to a larger hall. There were no visible guards, and a pitted worn sign above announced itself as a branch of the Adventurer's Guild. Now, there was a main entrance, but it would have involved walking in the sunlight, and Alloces didn't like the heat.*\n\"There are several factors as to why this place is hot, not the least being that the surrounding buildings tend to absorb heat, making the place a living oven to be in. But once you get past that, it isn't too much of a bother. Now, I won't be heading in with you, since mercenaries and Adventurers don't mix the best. I'll just collect a few bounties over at my own places. If you don't have a place to stay because you're new to the city, I can introduce you to a few cheap inns after you finish up whatever business you have with the Guild.\""
},
{
"author": "izz_theog96",
"message": "Yzack was arrived at the Adventurer's Guild Entrance with the help of Alloce who just saved his life and not getting stomped by the passerby townsmen. So he should be thnankful for that, for the very least. He says,\n\n\"Thanks a lot, sir. And by the way, may I know your name?\"\n\nYzack asked this because he still unable to know Alloce's name before he can introduced himself in the first place."
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{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Law enforcement have been trying to track down a group of smugglers, but they've found that they were too slippery, always somehow getting away. Angered, they decided to enlist the help of professionals, and found you two from New Sunlight: Sirdan and Yukine.*\n\n*Through a series of deductions and strategizing, you've been able to figure out that the smugglers always use this one particular path, disguised as normal merchants. Now, you've decided to ambush them and catch them off guard. It's dark out, and some of them might be sleepy.*\n\n*You have 20 turns to prepare! Set traps, make a plan, etc.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*The first thing Sirdan did was try to recall the information given to him by the quest giver.\n\nHe hoped to make sure that **There is no innocent merchant passing through**. He also wanted to know **The rough number of enemy he can expect - if given a number**\n\nSirdan brought along his summoned horse, and went to the ambush site with Yukine possibly riding the other horse. Both of them carried some tools, chains and rope for capturing people alive.\n\nBut the most important of all were around **300, 3 inches tall caltrops**, he bought them en masse from the New Sunlight smith.\n\nHe asked Yukine first.*\n\n\"Yukine, do you have any spell that could hit someone from range, preferably, something that could kill or maim a horse?\"\n\n**He examined how tall the grsses were around the road, and whether the tree could hide a person behind**"
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "While riding with Sirdan in the direction of the path, Yukine released Stormi so that the bird would fly over them and watch until someone arrived. The Falcon maintained a safe distance and a high height, so that it would not cause any suspicion in anyone who ended up seeing it in the air.\n\nLooking at Sirdan, she started to speak.\n\n\"Yes. Would fireballs be enough?\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Sirdan would easily be able to recall the man's words.*\n\n*\"No merchant passes through there, really. Most opt to go for the open roads.\"*\n\n*\"As for numbers, I would say 6 or 7. Though not all may be willing to fight.*\n\n*Both the grass and trees easily allowed for concealment.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Hmm. It will send a horse into panic. But so be it.\"\n\nSirdan unsummoned his armored horse, and then started summoning his soldiers. Both of them would be summoned with sword and shield, and he handed them his spare spear, one for each.\n\nThen he had them lay down caltrops somewhat evenly along the side of the path. Eight meters away from the main path there would be no caltrops at all, creating a safe zone for Sirdan, Yukine and his summons to operate.\n\nHe placed around 30 caltrops in the front of the road, at the end of the ambush zones, using any natural depression in the ground to hide them from sight.\n\nHe left four evenly spaced, one meter wide path without caltrops for his soldiers to advance from.\n\n\"Once they encounter the caltrops, I want you to take out the leading horse - preferably no killing, just maiming. I will do the same for the rear one.\""
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "Yukine would get off the horse, looking up to confirm that Stormi was okay. She would look down again, trying to keep all the positions the caltrops were in, so that afterwards she wouldn't end up stepping on one if she had to fight.\n\n\"Hm... Okay. I'll try not to hit them with the fireball, but I don't guarantee anything. After that, what if they want to fight with us?\" \n\nYukine raised an eyebrow at the elf, placing a hand on her waist. *'Ah, I can't miss.. I don't want to set this place on fire unintentionally.'* She sighed."
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Well, people prefers to live. Fireball can't kill a horse - so just feel free to see them on fire and startle the horse. It will run wild into caltrops and they'll have to spend time putting it out. Don't worry too much about it.\" \n\nSirdan assured her, and then looked at her.\n\n\"You got any armor or spell to defend yourself?\" \n\nHe examined what equipment Yukine were carrying."
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "\"If you say so, then I won't worry. I'm just sad to see the poor animals suffering...\"\n\nShe raised an eyebrow and touched it a little, looking at her own outfit.\n\n\"Eh, well... Someone from New Sunlight had told me to get defensive spells, but you know... I haven't had time to learn it yet. But don't worry, I always found a way to defend myself even though I didn't have armor or spells for it.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Ah, in that case, how about I assign you one of my soldier - He'll do the job of protecting you, and making sure you stay safe.\" \n\nHe offered, looking at her... Complete lack of armor.\n\n\"If anyone come close, order him to defend you - in fact, that's what he'll do in general, while you sling out spells and make sure they can't escape. Threaten them, and pretend our party's bigger than it is. Make sure all of them turn their back and drop their weapons. Sounds good?\"\n\n\"As for the animals... Well, such is the way of war.\""
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "Yukine looked the soldier up and down, and then turned her attention to Sirdan, with a small smile on her lips.\n\n\"Okay, I'll stay with him so if you don't mind.\"\n\n\"I think I even know how to make them think that we are with a large group of people. When they arrive, we'll see if it works.\" Yukine had a smile on the corner of her lips, excited by her own thinking about the 'fight'.\n\nShe waved her hands in the air slowly, her ears and tails glowing slightly red. After a few seconds, her tails and ears would disappear."
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Hmm... Well.\" Sirdan decided to re-evaluate his own plan. Naturally he is the most well protected of the group. \n\n\"I'll assign both summons to your command - I am the most well protected - relatively. So I'll take point and intercept them near the rear. You and the two soldiers ambush them near the front. And when they realize what is going on, I attack the rear of their column.\"\n\nSirdan continued surveying the ground in front of them."
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "\"Right. I will attack the first ones who come, and you will go behind the rest. I still don't think there's a need for the two summons, but thanks.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "He gave a nod, realizing that his armor is constraining his magical ability just a little bit - perhaps by one third? \n\nOh well, he has to be conservative with his own movement then. \n\nSirdan decided to bring one of the summoned soldier to the northeast of the map, waiting behind a preset ambush path. He also brought along his bow and quiver, along with ten arrows he set on the ground. Then he rested a pollaxe against the floor, and his shield and saber also. He lied down in the grass, poking out just enough to see clearly at night. \n\nHe made a hand signal to Bruna - unfortunately they're probably not mutually proficient in a sign language, so he signaled thumbs up to her."
},
{
"author": "bruna_mars",
"message": "~~oh im in the quest, nice~~"
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "Yukine and the other summon would go across the road, staying a little further from where the smugglers would come from. She and the soldier would hide behind a tree, and they would remain motionless there until it was time to attack."
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*After some time, the smugglers would eventually arrive. They would all be sitting down on a large cart, pulled by two horses, which couldn't be more than rounceys. There would be 6 members on it. Almost all of them had basic gambeson and some leather armor on top.*\n\n*Smug 1 would be a macen with a shield and axe.*\n\n*Smug 2 would be a dwarf with a long, barbed spear.*\n\n*Smug 3 would be a mounted wood elf, and would have a spear.*\n\n*Smug 4 would be a Mogash wielding a mace.*\n\n*Smug 5 would be a mounted macen wielding a longsword.*\n\n*Smug 6 would be dressed differently, in a Tatami-Do and a Nodachi by their side. Neither the armor nor the sword look like they match, so they're probably stolen.*\n\n*On the cart were several chests. It's not seen what's inside.*\n\nSmug 1: \"Can't believe we've been able to get all this.\"\n\nSmug 2: \"Yeah, like you even did anything.\"\n\nSmug 3: \"Cut him a little slack. He acted like a good distraction.\"\n\n*The rest of the smugglers, besides the armored one and Smug 1, all laugh loudly. Smug 6 talks to them in what seems like Runran. The voice is surprisingly high pitched.*\n\nSmug 5: \"Got it, boss.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "Sirdan realized there was a mild communication fuck up - there was supposed to be one person at the rear, and one person at the front. Instead. Both of them ended up at the same level as the summon. Screw it.\n\nHe grabbed his bow, and aimed at Smuggler 3 as he continued down the road - waiting for them to be diagonal to his position, roughly 5 meters ahead of where he is.\n\nThen he let loose an arrow toward Smug 3's horse, aiming at its flank, before lying down rapidly and grabbing his pollaxe."
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "When the horses reached a point where no tree would get in the way, Yukine pointed her hand in their direction and launched a fireball at the horse on which the Smug 5 was riding. Soon after making the attack, she would hide behind the tree with the soldier.\n\n```Fireball Cast, 5 mana spent. Mana Remaining: 125/130```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Both Smug 3 and 5 would end up getting thrown off as the horses buck them off, throwing them into the caltrop fields. Their gambesons would help ever so slightly as their arms are pierced by the sharp points.*\n\n*Smug 1 is off balance, trying to hold onto the cart, while Smug 6 and 4 jump off, but aren't balanced when they land. Smug 2, due to being a dwarf, is able to keep his balance on the cart.*\n\nSmug 1: \"We're under attack!\"\n\nSmug 3: \"No shit Daryl!\"\n\n*Smug 1 has a frightened expression on his face.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Salvainian Customs! You are surrounded! Weapons down!\" Sirdan hollared at them, exposing his position. \n\n*He loaded another arrow quickly into the bow, and then shot out an arrow into the cart. He stood up on purpose, making a step right to that any impetuous idiot would charge toward him... Into the caltrop field.*"
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "Yukine would let Sirdan speak, preparing to launch another fireball if she needed to."
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Smug 4 would take the bait, charging straight towards Sirdan; until his foot slams down onto a caltrop that is. He yells out in pain, and tries to take it out.*\n\n*Smug 6 visibly shakes their head, and draws their Odachi.*\n\n*Smug 1 falls off, though regains his balance.*\n\nSmug 1: \"Oh shit! We've been caught!\"\n\n*Smug 6 says something in Runran. It sounds like they're disappointed in Smug 1.*\n\n*Smug 5 knows that the fireball came from _somewhere_, so he heads towards where Yukine is.*\n\n*Smug 3 heads towards where Sirdan is.*\n\n*Smug 2 has somehow retained his balance.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "Sirdan clapped his hands, and lifted up his enchanted pollaxe. He waited patiently for Smuggler three to enter his range...\n\nThen stepped forward, ignoring any caltrops he stepped on - thanks to steel skin. He aggressively thrusted forward, trying to spike the man in the guts with the pollaxe's spike, purposely ignoring counterstrike he could've made."
}
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{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "\"Eh? Do you really want to fight?\"\n\nYukine would point her hand towards Smug 5, aiming at his unprotected head. Looking over her shoulder, she would command the soldier. Soon after that, her left hand would remain low and slightly behind Yukine, glowing a faint red.\n\n\"If he gets too close, attack.\"\n\n ```Fireball cast, 5 mana spent, 3.5 mana regenerated. Mana Remaining: 123.5/130```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Smug 3 was far more concerned with saving his own life rather than trying to take Sirdan's. As he walks into the trees, he uses his spear to barely deflect it, also taking note of where Sirdan is stepping.*\n\n*Smug 4 on the other hand, doesn't seem to give a shit, and charges straight at the Steppe elf, taking a good swing at him, yelling.*\n\nSmug 3: \"No you idiot!\"\n\n*Smug 5, slowed by the caltrops from earlier, isn't able to move his head quickly enough to dodge it. His ear ends up getting set on fire, and he desperately drops his sword and takes off his gambeson, trying to use it to put it out.*\n\n*Smug 1, being a coward, runs off after Smug 2.*\n\n\"WAIT FOR ME!\"\n\n*Smug 6 tries to step forward, but ends up stepping on a caltrop. They say something in Runran that's _extremely_ high pitched, and it's pretty obvious that it's a curse word. The smuggler continues forward though, hiding behind a tree.*\n\n*Smug 2 keeps on riding.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "Realizing he is somewhat surrounded, Sirdan took a step back, , while his summon did the same, hiding behind the tree behind Sirdan. \n\nHe decided to wait for Smug 4 to continue stepping in his caltrops field, while holding his pollaxe and readying for a thrust toward Smuggler 3.\n\n\"Drop your weapons and surrender now.\" He declared."
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "Yukine would walk forward a little with the soldier, standing beside the tree, being careful not to step on any of the caltrops. Her spear would have been summoned already, and the kitsune would point it at the man with his ear on fire.\n\n\"I recommend you to give up and surrender. Otherwise you already know what can happen...\"\n\nWith her right hand, she threatened Smug 5 to throw another fireball at them.\n\n```Blood Promise summoned, 25 mana spent, 3.5 mana regenerated. Mana Remaining: 102/130```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Smug 4 is moving extremely slowly now, his feet absolutely shredded by the caltrops.*\n\nSmug 4: \"I'll get to you soon enough!\"\n\n*Smug 3 realizes that he has absolutely no way to take down Sirdan except maybe stabbing his eye, but that was too unlikely. He sets down his spear, and kicks it over, just waiting for Smug 4 to get stabbed.*\n\nSmug 3: \"Dude, you're going to die.\"\n\n*Smug 5 is too preoccupied with putting out his ear to hear Yukine, as it's messed with his hearing quite a bit. However, she would soon have to react to Smug 6 swinging her Odachi in a left to right horizontal strike while screaming something in Runran.*\n\n*Smug 2 and 1 continue to run, with the horses almost at the caltrops.*\n```Smug 3 surrenders!```"
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "Yukine would try to dodge by walking backwards, while the soldier accompanying her would stay in front of the kitsune in order to defend her. After the woman's attack, the soldier would stab the spear in the face of Smug 6. Yukine, in turn, would step aside so that she could throw a fireball at the woman.\n\n```Fireball cast, 5 mana spent, 3.5 regenerated. Mana Remaining: 100.5/130```"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "He looked at the Mogash in front of him, and then took one conservative step forward. Taking advantage of his longer weapon, he slashed at Smug 4's left foot with the pollaxe, aiming to cut his feet off and disable him without killing him.\n\nHis summon grabbed a length of rope, and approached Smug 3 slowly, sword drawn.\n\n\"Roll on your front and put your hands on your back.\" The summon ordered."
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Smug 4 falls flat onto his face, still yelling.*\n\n*Smug 3 complies, fully surrendering.*\n\n*Smug 6 would actually seem to be combat competent, as they moves her head behind the tree to avoid the spear thrust, barely. The warrior is only saved by their helmet, the spear point glancing off the curved steel.*\n\n*Yukine wouldn't be able to dodge fully due to the length of the Odachi, but only comes out with a small cut on her cheek.*\n\n*Smug 6 would then hide behind the tree.*\n\n*Smug 5 has finally put out his ear fire, and positions his sword in a high guard. He shifts his feet by sliding them, to avoid actually stepping on the caltrops. This method is much slower than running though.*\n\n*As the horses suddenly run on top of the caltrops, they suddenly stop and buck up, knocking the cart and the dwarf into the air. Seems like those caltrops paid off.*\n\n*Smug 1 frantically looks around.*\n\n\"We're going to die!\""
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "\"Tsk.\"\n\nYukine would run her fingers lightly over the cut on her cheek, her sharp eyes glancing at the tree while she took a step backward. The summon would step back as well, taking care of any Smug 6 attacks from behind the tree.\n\n In the meantime, the Kitsune would notice the man approaching them. She would take a step to the right, throwing a fireball at Smug 5 again, aiming for his legs this time. Whether she got it right or not, she would hold the spear with her left hand, and take a step to the left again.\n\n\"Show up, bitch.\"\n\nThe soldier would hold his spear in a way for the attack if needed. Yukine would do the same, still keeping her distance from the tree.\n\n```Fireball cast, 5 mana spent, 3.5 regenerated. Mana remaining: 199/130```"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "He decided to backstep, while letting the summon tie up Smuggler 3. Then the summon would do the same for Smug 4, but not before kicking him once in the chest. \n\nSirdan held his pollaxe in one hand, conjuring a war dart in the other hand. And then he threw it at Smug 5's ass from behind. \n\n```\nWar Dart Cast. 40 / 45 Mana\n```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Smug 5 would realize that his pants were now on fire and frantically tries to put it out, before getting shot in the ass.*\n\n\"Ok, ok! I give in!\"\n\n*He tries to put the fire out using his gambeson before kneeling down and putting his hands behind his bac. He does _not_ want to be set on fire again.*\n\n*Smug 4 would be screaming profanities while the summon tied him up.*\n\n*Smug 2 is able to get up and tries to run, but ends up stepping on one of the caltrops.*\n\n*Smug 6 is visibly angry as they seemingly shout something, and tries to make a run for it. Smug 1 cries out.*\n\n\"Boss!\""
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "Yukine would command the soldier to tie up the Smug 5, while she herself would run onto the road, of course taking care not to accidentally step on one of the caltrops. She then threatens the remaining 3 smugglers.\n\n\"You better surrender soon! We will not stop until you are arrested!\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "Sirdan ran south along the safe path, taking out another war dart. He threw it at Smug 1 from behind, again aiming for his arse. \n\n\"CEASE RESISTING!\" He hollered.\n```\nWar Dart Cast. 37.5 / 45 Mana\n```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Smug 1 would end up getting hit, and he whimpers in pain.*\n\n\"Ow!\"\n\n*Smug 6 throws him behind themselves and hides near a tree. Seems like they don't think much of him.*\n\n*Smug 2 turns back, since it's obvious that the forest is trapped.*\n\n\"Goddamn it.\""
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "Yukine, irritated by the stubbornness of that woman and the lack of teamwork that she seemed to have to leave one behind, threw a fireball in the direction, trying to get it right before she managed to hide behind the tree. Hitting the smug with the fireball or not, she would walk towards Smug 1, seeing that he was not one of the brave ones.\n\n\"Do not try anything. Now turn around, please.\"\n\nIf the boy turned around, Yukine would take a rope that was tied to her belt, and tie the Smug 1.\n\n```Fireball cast, 5 mana spent.```"
}
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{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "One arse down, he noted, and he decided to conjure another war dart - as usual, holding it in his spare hand, as he hollered at the remaining two person.\n\n\"Who here feeling brave?! Weapons down now!\" *He declared, as his eyes focused steely on Smug 2's groin, mentally calculating the trajectory for his war dart to reach it from his hand.*\n\n```\n35 / 45 Mana\n```"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Smug 6 slides their feet, getting behind the tree before Yukine can land a fireball on them. They shout something in Runran to the remaining two.*\n\n*Smug 1, not being the bravest, complies, throwing down his weapons.*\n\n*Smug 2 is looking discouraged, as there's only two of them left. However, he seems to have confidence in Smug 6.*\n\n\"We got this, boss.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "Sirdan moved south into the caltrop field, to get a clean line of sight toward Smug 6. \n\nHis summon picked up Sirdan's bow and quiver, and walked toward him. Sirdan picked it up, then the summon would switch to his sword and shield again.\n\n\"Want a taste of this?\" Sirdan declared, as he prepared to draw the bow on the next turn."
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*At this point, it was obvious that the smugglers wouldn't win. 3 of their teammates had surrendered, and one had been taken down by force. Not only that, but they were now outnumbered by skilled opponents, with unknown dangers all around them.*\n\n*Smug 6 sheaths their long Odachi, and knees on the ground, setting it in front of them, again saying something in Runran. Smug 2 follows afterward.*\n```All the Smugglers have surrendered!```"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "Sirdan set his weapons asides, and then had the summons start capturing the smugglers, tying them all up and putting them in the cart. He used their clothes - or any piece of cheap cloth to make improvised bandages for their wounds. He waited slowly to apply Healing Touch to the wounded people.\n\nThen he went to heal the injured horses.\n\n\"Hey, you know how to heal people?\" Sirdan said to Yukine."
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "Seeing that all of them have surrendered, Yukine would unsummon her weapon and help Sirdan's summons to tie the smugglers. Finishing, she would walk toward the elf, revealing her ears and nine tails again.\n\n\"Uhm, no. I only know how to make bandages and some other things. But I don't know healing magic.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "He continued tying them all up, taking occasional break to ensure he always has a bit of mana to deal with troublemakers.\n\nThen he had the summon drive the cart, while having him and Yukine follow on foot.\n\n\"Don't quite have enough energy for horse, so we'll trek along on foot back to the guild, Yukine.\""
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "Yukine would continue to help tying them up, and would follow Sirdan as they started walking. \n\n\"It's okay, I prefer to walk.\"\n\nShe waved her tails on the air, her eyes glancing around."
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"That's fine.\" Sirdan said, making the summons look around for any enemy as they headed back to the closest city - or the guild. He took a quick cut toward the main road to avoid any ambush or reinforcement. His eyes glanced over at her swaying tail.\n\n\"Anyway, you all mind talking?\" Sirdan said, offering to chat with the prisoners if wanted,\"What kind of goods you deal in?\""
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "She would glance at the elf, speaking with a calm tone in her voice. \"It wasn't so hard, huh? That woman reminds me of someone I knew before coming to Ramul Ta.\""
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Smug 6 would say something in Runran, sounding annoyed. Smug 2 speaks up.*\n\nSmug 2: \"Boss says a variety of things. It's mainly spices, drink, food, you know, the good stuff. We also got some shiny-\"\n\n*He's soon cut off by Smug 6 bursting in a series of foreign words. Seems like they can understand, but not speak.*\n\nSmug 2: *Cough* \"Yeah, that's what we got.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Not too hard - went better than I though-.\" Sirdan realized he forgot something VERY, VERY important. He turned the cart around,\"Shit, forgot the caltrops.\"\n\nSirdan crossed over the front of the cart, after briefly halting his summon. He pulled Yukine asides, whispering into her ears.\n\n\"Sounded like Runran, any clue what they said?\" \n\nThen he returned to his side of the cart. \n\n\"Ah, tax duty. I heard they run a lot of salt nowaday. Always the salt, everyone need it. And fish sauce recently, there's been a craze for rotten fish in a barrel in the Capital, I heard.\" Sirdan bantered, continuing on. \n\nOnce they were back at the battlefield, he ordered the summons to get off the cart and pick up all the fucking caltrops. He also assisted in doing so. It took him and the summons quite a while to collect everything back."
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "\"Not very well, I learned only the silnarian and mentian language when I was younger.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Hmm... Well, that was unexpected. Alas.\" He said, he took a brief break and decided to double check all the smuggled goods for himself, wondering what they were carrying."
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The smuggled goods would contain what they had said. Various spices, dried and cured foods and meats, and a surprisingly large collection of expensive wine, ale, sake and mead. However, hidden in those goods would reveal what seemed to be a well made wakizashi and katana, as well as some other various small weapons, including sabers, longswords, gauntlets, and even spiked knuckles. Smug 6 seems to be pissed as they yell as Sirdan opens the weapons chest.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Don't know what you're getting angry for - you've been caught and stabbed today already.\" *Sirdan thought out loud. Maybe this is a distraction and there's something more important.*\n\n*He double-checked the cart, wondering how thick the cart is, and then knocked on every wall on it to see if there was in fact, any hollow spots. He got the ass of the smugglers off the cart, and had his summon guard them - with sharp weapons and their feet tied before letting them off, while he searched meticulously for any floorboard or place that could've hidden more valuable goods.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Smug 6 calms down as they see Sirdan tap on the chests and carts and finds nothing. It seems like there's nothing inside the chests and carts.*\n\n*What was all the fuss about then?*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan started thinking. If there's nothing on the cart itself, then, the cursing might've been related to the chest. He put on a pair of gloves, and then rotated to guard duty. He ordered one summon to examine the weapon, weighting them, comparing it with a \"Normal\" Weapon to see if there was anything off about their weight, and swung them around to see if there was change in the balance.\n\nHe also had the exotic wakizashi and katana examined closely by himself - if the summon didn't notice any trap on the weapons*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*As Sirdan unsheathes the Wakizashi and Katana, a multitude of small jewels fall out from each sheathe. There's one in particular that stands out from the rest, a large, red ruby.*\n\n*Smug 6 is now loudly cursing in Runran, struggling against their binds.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan is now being much more careful, only unsheathing directly on top of the cart. He made sure to search any nooks and corners, any weapons with removable parts, unscrewable pommel etc. Better leave no stone unturned. \n\nHe examined the ruby and glanced at Smug 6*\n\n*But just as importantly, Sirdan tried to recall what the quest giver said about seized goods*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*Sirdan wouldn't find anything else, but the jewels seemed to add up to quite a lot of gold. The ruby seemed to shine the brightest. Other than that, it was a ruby.*\n\n*The quest giver hadn't said anything about smuggled goods, so it would be safe to assume that these would be safe to take. After all, who smuggles jewels in swords?*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan happily pocketed and stored the goods in his backpack, and then walked over to inform Yukine of his finds - It is only fair to share the proceeds from the loot.*\n\n\"Turn out they were also smuggling a bunch of jewels in the sword sheet, we'll split the loot.\" \n\n*Another idea came up to his head, and with a greedy, mischevious smile, he started patting down every single smugglers for anything funny, everywhere. Need to figure out whether they're hiding jewels in their pants!*\n\n\"Search the women amongst them - need to make sure no one's hiding anything funny.\""
},
{
"author": "Yukine Masako",
"message": "Yukine would just smile at Sirdan's words, her tail twitching in the air. She would nod at him and walk over to the women smugglers.\n\nYukine would search for anything they could hide in their clothes or pants."
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*As it turns out, all the smugglers would be male. Nothing would be found on them.*\n\n*Except for Smug 6. As you two took off her helmet, they would find instead a macen woman, and she looked _mad_. She's even madder as they begin to pat her down, and Sirdan soon finds something in the waistline of her pants. A small ornate knife with a jade blade, as well as what looks like a locket. All the while the woman is yelling in Runran.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "\"Alright. Alright. Calm down, you speak Silnarian?\" *Sirdan asked, looking at the locket and ornate knife. He isn't sure that the thing is a generic, lootable valuable, or something valuable to the smuggler. \n\nHe'd feel bad if he took away someone's family heirloom, after all. He examined the locket and knife carefully.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The woman would calm down at the word 'Silnarian, and look up to the steppe elf.*\n\n\"Little.\"\n\n*Sirdan would notice that she would be paying massive attention to the locket.*"
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan decided to load the smugglers back onto the cart, except Smug 6. He pointed at the knife.*\n\n\"Not important. Just money?\" \n\n*Then he pointed at the locket.*\n\n\"Important, not just money?\" \n\n*Sirdan said in the simplest mimicry of simple language as he can pull off. Unfortunately for him he didn't know a word about Runran.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*As Sirdan points towards the knife, the woman shakes her head.*\n\n\"Stolen. Pretty.\"\n\n*As Sirdan points towards the locket, she nods.*\n\n\"Yes. Gift.\""
},
{
"author": "Sirdan",
"message": "*Sirdan decided to hand the locket back to the girl. It seems too valuable. He wondered if the jailor would keep them. If the quest giver said anything about confiscating property or arresting the smuggler..* \n\n*He continued on back toward the city, and started to see the clock tower in the distance, they're getting close to New Salvainia, and has passed by a few curious caravan.*"
},
{
"author": "warlordsuntzu",
"message": "*The woman would accept it, and would stay silent for the rest of the ride. Her group looks fearful now, of her.*"
}
] | 83.5 | 2,413 |
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{
"author": "Duch Upadl Szaraza",
"message": "With the sun rising on the horizon. Its light slowly followed the road, giving it an yellow hue before a shadow was cast by the big silhouette of Duch on his horseback. Wandering around the countryside hoping to find a job somewhere in the cities ahead, Duch face was hidden by his leaf visor helmet but he was visibly feeling down. Trying to wonder methods that can be used to make horse cavalry more versatile than just being more in numbers than skilled magicians on the battlefield. So far, he hasn't got that many information for him to use. In his hand is a book where scribbles filling the pages of ideas that he was thinking up but if he can't test them for real on the battlefield, they will forever be theory and never a strategy. War is much more complicated than just a simple game of rock paper scissors with the armies down below, terrain, skill, manoeuvres and more must all be accounted for before any sort of victory can be in sight for the army. Feeling his horse becoming more agitated, Duch slowly demount from its back to allow it to get some rest after carrying it all the way here. It had travelled quite the distance and its never something good to overwork a steed before any sort of job. Moving to the side of the road so that it wouldn't block most of the path, Duch steed headed to the grass that was just next to the road to graze on as Duch keep watch to make sure that nobody would make her jump in fright, even moving behind her to block anybody dumb enough to stand next to a powerful horse enter its field of view, risking himself of being kicked by his own steed. However, he does have some faith in his horse and she barely reacted to him moving to where she would normally kick any strangers.\n\nNow sitting down behind his grazing horse, he looks at the book that he was writing in. Turning another page after using the few first, he rubbs his hand on the pencil seemingly getting ready to write down more for his notebook."
},
{
"author": "drakeardian.",
"message": "On the first part of the journey, a mercenary was looking at all the life.\n\nThere were plants, there were rocks, there was grass, sand, hills and rain.\n\nNow the mercenary, dressed in a dark gambeson coat with leather boots, gloves and a kettle hat helmet wandered the road to New Salvainia with his horse following by a lead. He sighed and loosened his collar to let some air into his person. It was a long journey and both him and his horse could do with a break.\n\nFortunately, they came across someone who also was taking a break. He wandered up to the gentleman with his horse following and cleared his throat \"Pardon me sir, you mind if I sit with you?\" He asked with a tired tone projected towards the gentleman. The guy looked pretty well armoured and appeared to be a soldier of sorts but he couldn't say for certain."
},
{
"author": "Duch Upadl Szaraza",
"message": "Looking up from his book, he sees another man dressed in what Duch can only assume to be hussite armour. So the person he is looking at must be a soldier or a mercenary.\n\n\"Oh, sure. There is still some grazing parts that my horse hasn't eaten through. Help yourself\" Seeing that the man also have a horse, there shouldn't be much to fear when it comes to controlling it. Duch picks up the lease for his horse and drags her away to make more room for this other man's horse to graze one.\n\nAfter Duch's horse soften up to new company, Duch couldn't help but ask the man who appeared with a horse as well. \"So, good sir. I see that you have gotten yourself quite the ride. Bit pricy for a farm soldier i would say, Are you a mercenary?\". Seeing that his horse wants more attention, Duch pulls a satchel lying near the saddle as he tries to converse with the new visitor. Pulling out the needed grooming tool to make sure that she is well taken care off."
},
{
"author": "drakeardian.",
"message": "A sigh of relief escape the gentleman's lips as he undid the saddle of his horse and allowed it to graze with the soldier's other horse. The man wandered next to the gentleman, put his saddle down and sat down on the grass, using the saddle as a sort of backrest. \"In a way. I'm a mercenary and a monster hunter.\" He admitted to the stranger, pulling his kettle hat off to let the weight off his head. He sighed and ran his hands over his head to sort his black hair out. \"Work's not easy to find but it's entertaining.\" He admitted to the gentleman as he shifted himself to get comfortable. \n\n\"What about you? You don't strike me as a guy who can't afford a horse like that.\" He motioned to Duch's mount with a raised eyebrow. What was it? A warhorse? It looked pretty tough. Tougher than his own at the least. He thought about the person he was chatting to as he was setting his kettle helm down on his lap and looking out toward the road to see if anyone else would come. He then turned to look back at the gentleman then offered his hand \"Nykellen Castellano.\" He introduced himself."
},
{
"author": "Duch Upadl Szaraza",
"message": "\"Here here.\" Duch chuckle when he hears him says that work is not easy to find. \"Mercenaries seem to get a bad reputation nowadays and its not like war is breaking out anytime soon giving us something to do\"\n\nBefore heading to his horse to groom it from the dirt, Nykellen question reaches his ear, causing him to turn around and see that he has his hand out. \"Well, my father was quite the wealthy man before taking up mercenary work. He was a leader of a tribe of steppe elves. We steppe value horses of high quality and it signifies our wealth, its only natural that I was given such a blessing of a mount.\" Duch chuckles, Reaching his hand out to shake it \"Duch Upadl Szarza, You can tell its important because there is a middle name.\" He joked.\n\nAfter that friendly gesture and greeting, His horse knocks him on the back with her snout to get to it already. Duch sighs before turning around to do a quick clean \"Although, she is quite rowdy when not in battle. Funny enough, she doesn't mind getting fighting in mud or rain but always demands that i clean her afterwards. Well i guess its good for hygienic purposes, she always wants to look her best.\""
}
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{
"author": "drakeardian.",
"message": "There came a scoff and a shake of Nykellen's head as Duch talked about the mercenaries having a bad reputation. \"No kidding. I suppose it's the idea that mercenaries go for the highest bidder most likely. Me? I'm not that kind of mercenary. It's not fair on a client, providing they're not a complete twit.\" He shrugged and looked back to his horse and Duch's horse. When Duch gave his name and made the joke, Nykellen rolled his eyes in annoyance at the joke. \"It's a pleasure to meet you your majesty.\" He answered sarcastically. \n\nHe leaned back on his saddle then looked back to Duch \"So where are you heading?\" He asked. \"I'm planning to head back to New Salvainia to see if I can get some work in one way or another.\" He was hoping for something akin to a bodyguard or monster routing job that could satisfy his skillset but he knew he might also end up guarding someone boring as a trip out to a church. \n\nAt least he'd probably still get paid for it."
},
{
"author": "Duch Upadl Szaraza",
"message": "\"So your heading to New Salvainia? Well I can say the same myself. But I don't really know if there would be mercenary work there, just some peaceful place with rare conflict. For me, I'm just heading back there since I just miss the place. I had no luck with finding work anywhere else anyways and me and my girl here could use a long break for now. I could always work as a bodyguard while I am at it\" Duch sighs with a sadness that clumps his throat. Sure becoming a full time bodyguard mercenary would be a great thing but he still needs to try and find ways to get his old mercenary band together again, at least the steppe tribe. But being unable to prove that he could fill the shoes of his father's with battle just shows how much he is no longer needed for the group. He is trying his very best doing solo missions but fighting alone is always difficult for a loud horse rider.\n\nMaybe monster hunting could prove useful but his experience with monsters is very much lacking and could be a potential risk to his steed. The most expensive possession that is left of his father's old band in his hand. Honestly the only thing he can hope for is a war breaking out and just fighting the good fight to make up for his mistakes.\n\nAfter he was done with grooming his steed, Duch packed up the grooming gears and lift his helmet off, revealing the steppe elven ears hidden beneath it. As he did, he pulled a small piece of jerky from a pouch and start chewing on it."
},
{
"author": "drakeardian.",
"message": "A sigh came from Nykellen as he reached into one of the saddlebags and pulls pout an apple and a small knife, too blunt to be used in combat. He begins to cut into it's flesh and take a bite from the slice he cut open. \"I couldn't care less what the work is. So long as the client pays and isn't a complete arse, I'm happy to just get the work.\" He assures whilst he looked over the view infront of him.\n\n\"So if you can't find any sort of mercenary work. What would you do?\" Mercenaries usually had to have a backup plan when the work runs out. For Nykellen, it would probably be translation, emergency surgery or repairing clothes. Nothing exciting but worthwhile just to pay a bill or two.\n\nMeanwhile, his horse wandered over to Duch's horse to do it's usual interactions with it out of curiousity."
},
{
"author": "Duch Upadl Szaraza",
"message": "\"Well, I could always become a accountant, I may not look like it but I do know how to do economics since my fath... Master's mercenary band spending for horse fees were atrocious. Else I could always turn to farmwork. It's always the most lax job I could think off, it feeds my and my horse after all\" Now stripping his armour to his Aketon due to it being quite the heavy suit. Duch leaves it's near his side before standing up to do some stretches to ease hid aching body from wearing armour almost all the time.\n\n\"It sure would be nice if my band bought horse armour. Sadly that would hinders the horses stamina since they are carrying both the weight of the rider with armor and their barding. Perhaps some half barding would do the trick. What do you think?\" Switching the topic to something that Duch could discuss about to a fellow horse rider, Duch would like to know more how Nykellen fights. Perhaps he too fights on his mount or uses it as transportation to the battlefield."
}
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{
"author": "drakeardian.",
"message": "There came a scoff from Nykellen as he shook his head, watching Duch lighten his load and stretch. \"Don't ask me, I'm not a horseback combatant.\" He admitted, he'd rather keep his horse out of danger rather than rush him into it. He only had the one after all and they weren't cheap. \"I prefer two feet on the ground and two hands on my sword.\" He then looked back to Duch's horse then shrugged \"But, if you prefer to charge like that, go for the half barding. I won't question it.\" He cut another slice of his apple and chewed on it before slicing another piece to give to his horse.\n\n\"So what's their name?\" He asked, pointing to Duch's horse before looking to his own \"This big brute is the General.\" He pointed with his thumb, shaking his head and leaning back on his saddle \"He's a bastard but he's my bastard.\" The General huffed and continued to graze whilst Nykellen pulled out his longsword and started to sharpen it with a whetstone."
},
{
"author": "Duch Upadl Szaraza",
"message": "\"Well, my girl here is name Jenifer. She is also quite the stubborn steed and have a mind of her own. Still, when I need her the most, she will be there for me.\"\nDuch shrugged as he describes what she does on a daily basis, turning every now and then on his book to write things down and Jenifer moves here and there, trying to find a fit patch of grass that isn't being shared.\n\"You should see the things she would do. It's spectacular in a way. Not so spectacular compared to others amazing people I know I would say but sometimes it just feels like she knows better than I do in battle. I don't know,\"\n\nFinishing writing down on his book, Duch heaves a weak sigh.\n\n \"Hmm... Half barding wouldn't sound so bad, but I don't know if I can still afford it while bring able to feed Jenifer and I\" This would make things more difficult for him, Half barding would be a tremendous help but the price isn't something he would what to spend Willy nilly, guess he would need to take up a quick request soon. Duch puts the notebook away in the satchel and crosses his arms in frustration. \n\"Maybe I should do some monster hunting huh? It would seem dangerous of Jenifer as well so I might need to do it all on foot... Hmmm. Not really my strong suite. Oh well, desperate times right?\""
},
{
"author": "drakeardian.",
"message": "There came a hum from Nykellen as Duch thought about monster hunting. From what he garnered about Duch, he loved his horse. It was a part of his life. Taking a horse away from a calveryman would be like taking away a chef's tools to make bread. \n\nNykellen shook his head \"I wouldn't recommend it for you. Some monsters will come in packs and they'll get Jenifer if you're not careful.\" He motions to Jenifer with a thumb then rested his hands on his kettle helmet on his lap. \"On top of this, I'd think you'd want someone watching your back. Monster hunting's not easy for a lone warrior.\" He recalled one partner of his two or three years ago that fell to a pack of feral Korvac dogs, the result was bloody and Nykellen had to put the poor bastard out of his misery with a blade to the heart.\n\nHe paused and placed his sword down on his lap then looked to Duch \"That said, are you looking for a travelling companion?\""
},
{
"author": "Duch Upadl Szaraza",
"message": "\"Huh, so they are more dangerous than what adventurers say they are to be. Well, I sort of expected this.\" Nykellen was right, Jenifer is very important to him and he rather not have Jenifer get hurt and killed by a bunch of feral creatures. \"Huh, this would be more troublesome than I thought.\" Nykellen was a mercenary just like him, Event though it seems that They both specialise in different skillsets they are both the same rugged figther who fights for coin and possibly other things. Duch puts on his helmet once again as Nykellen gave him more tips on monster hunting. \n\n\"Getting help from a fellow mercenary? I'll greatly appreciate any help I can get. Besides, it must have been fate if we're going the same direction\" Duch smiles through his helmet when Nykellen asked him if he would like a travelling companion, this bonding experience of two mercenaries was just a relatable conversation. They had a lot in common anyways, why not, he seems to know more about monster hunting as well, so he could use his help to earn just a little more money in the coming days. Putting on his armour again, seemingly getting ready to leave, Duch walked towards Nykellen and gave him a hand to shake. \"Well then, Nykellen. Shall we make our leave? New Salvaina isn't far away from.\""
}
] | 254 | 1,017 |
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{
"author": "shafulafu",
"message": "*Renae was sitting in a tree at the side of the forest path, watching people pass by and occasionally saying hi*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Rexus passes by Renae, on his way to the local tavern, his sword strapped to his side*"
},
{
"author": "shafulafu",
"message": "*She looks down and sees someone that seems to be interesting* \"Hello traveler\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Rexus stops and looks up* \"Hello, might I ask what you are doing in that tree?\""
},
{
"author": "shafulafu",
"message": "*She looked down and said* \"Because it looked like a good spot to sit, its kind of difficult to maintain balance though\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"I could imagine, that branch looks a little thin to support someone of your size by the way\""
},
{
"author": "shafulafu",
"message": "\"Nah its fi-\" *Renae was about to finish her sentece when a loud* **Creak** *Was heard* \"I guess im going to fall now\" *She said before the branch gave up*"
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Rexus catches Renae before she hits the ground, then sets her on her feet* \"Careful now\""
},
{
"author": "shafulafu",
"message": "*She nodded and said* \"Good catch, I guess im just going to sit in a thicker branch the next time haha\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "*Rexus laughed at bit* \"Probably for the best\""
},
{
"author": "shafulafu",
"message": "\"What's your name by the way? I should know the name of my savior after all\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"I'm Rexus, Rexus Hayward. And you are?\""
},
{
"author": "shafulafu",
"message": "\"Renae Soranus at your service\""
},
{
"author": "Deleted User",
"message": "\"Pleasure to meet you\" *Rexus takes a small bow*"
},
{
"author": "shafulafu",
"message": "\"The pleasure is mine\" *She said amused by the formality*"
}
] | 20 | 309 |
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